Jeannie was watching my hand as her orgasm subsided.

The feel of his cock, the heat of his come in her hand, she was reliving each moment as she described it to me.

"The best part happened after he came, Trace. I tried something else!"

I sat up and gave Jeannie my full attention, but kept my finger busy on my clit. I knew she'd been working up the nerve to tell me something new!! "What? Tell me!!" I panted.

"After he came in my hand," she whispered, with a lustful look in her eye, "I brought my hand up to my face and licked his come off my palm!" She was breathing intensely now. And I have to admit, so was I. My left hand was fucking two fingers into my pussy now, and my legs were spread wide in front of my friend. She had pushed her bikini top away from her breasts and was cupping and squeezing her naked tits as she jerked herself off. Her eyes were shut, and her tongue was making frantic circles around her lips as she recalled the taste of Al's come.

"God, Jeannie," I panted. "What was it like? What did it taste like?" I was amazed that she had gone so far "without me". I guess I was a little envious. But hot at the same time!

"It was strange at first," Jeannie continued with an excited grin. "But, as I got used to the texture and the taste, I decided I could grow to like it!" She laughed when she said this, and it kind of broke the sexual tension we were both feeling.

Her gaze dropped to the hand in my lap, then back to my eyes.

"It gets me wet, too, when I think about it. It was so hot, Trace! I felt like such a slut when I was eating his come! But a good feeling, you know?"

I nodded dumbly, wondering how Ted's come would taste and actually, though I didn't say this to Jeannie, I wondered for a moment, how Al's come would taste, and if there would be any difference.

I continued to slide my fingers in and out of my pussy. My orgasm was a long, slow, lingering one.