“Ohhh yeah,” she murmured. “Where he’s on his back, licking one of them, and the other one is riding his cock?”

I flushed, even in the darkness, hearing her say the words. “Yeah…”

“I like the ones with two guys and a girl, too,” she said. “Seeing her suck on a guy while she’s getting fucked… I’d love to know what that’s like.” I bit my lip, slipping my hand down over my panties in the darkness and cupping my mound. My pussy was aching, and it felt better when I touched it.

“I love seeing a girl get licked,” she went on, her voice lower. “It just makes me remember… god, it feels soooo good…”

“Does it?” The crotch of my panties was damp and I rubbed my finger over my clit through the material, teasing. I couldn’t imagine a soft, warm tongue between my legs. The thought both stunned and intrigued me.

“Oh my god, Leah,” she purred. “You have no idea. I wish I had Bobby’s tongue right now… right here on my clit…”

My breath caught, and in the darkness I could hear a faint wet sound. “Are you… Erica, are you…?”

“Go ahead,” she whispered, and I heard that little wet sound speeding up.

“You know you want to.”

I did want to. Encouraged by the darkness, I slipped my hand under the elastic band of my panties, past the soft, dark hair, seeking the moist heat between my lips. Everything there was swollen and slick and my fingers moved easily, making the same faint, wet sound that I could hear coming from Erica’s bed.

“Mmmmm yeah,” she whispered. “God that’s good… lick my pussy, baby.” I knew she was imagining it, and I imagined it, too, remembering the pictures-a blonde girl spreading herself open wide, his tongue poised right at her clit. Would it feel as good as my fingers? I wondered, as I rubbed myself in little circles. My nipples grew hard under the t-shirt, and the sleeping bag soon became too warm.