Marcy shivered as Susan's hand came up her thigh. She didn't know what she would do if Susan accidentally touched her cunt. She could feel her panties, very wet now, becoming tighter on her cunt. She felt an urgent desire to pull the crotch away from her pussy, relieve the pressure of it cutting into her oddly swollen clit. Marcy had felt only a few orgasms in her life, and it felt as if she were going to come now.

"That was about four months ago," Susan said softly, sliding her palm up and down Marcy's thigh. "I've thought about it ever since. But the strange thing is, Brad never seems to want me to suck him off anymore. I've got to admit, Marcy, that I hope to taste pussy on his cock again!"

Marcy trembled. Susan's hand was on her knee now, and it was warm and exciting and she didn't know what to do. She had never known how to handle situations like this very well. One pan of her wanted Susan to remove her hand, but another part, a stronger part, didn't want the hand to move away at all.

As if knowing this, Susan slipped her hand along Marcy's thigh, moving it very slowly along the silky flesh with her fingers under the hem. Marcy stared at her skirt being shoved up her leg as if in a dream.

"I've never thought about a girl that way before," Susan was saying in her whispery voice, but now it was deep and throaty. "Tasting pussy on his cock did something to me, Marcy. I don't know what, but it was so exciting…"

Her hand slipped halfway up Marcy's thigh, along the inside. She was stroking Marcy's flesh lightly, almost like a feather. A shiver rippled about Marcy's flesh, and she realized she was holding her breath.