"Ever taste it for real?"

"How could I? I mean, if I've never even seen his dick. You know, naked."

"You can suck cock without seeing it."

"Oh, come on."

"In the dark."

"Why not blindfolded?"

"Tee hee hee. Maybe. Not a bad idea from a little cherry."

"Make me blush."

"Already did. Didn't I?"

"Now it's my turn."

"For what?"

"To make you blush."

"Oh."

"Guess what I'm doing."

"Sucking the scum from that paper."

"Mmm. More."

"Omigawd!"

"What, Darleene?"

"Don't, Babette. I can hear it. I'm really jealous of you, doll."

"Feels good when I rub it right there."

"Oh, no."

"It's scraping against my pubic hairs. Getting caked with my cream."

"What a dream!"

"It's between my pussylips."

"Starting to drip?"

"Mmm hm. And now. Gotta roll my teeshirt up a little more. There."

"Right between your tits, huh?"

"And on the nips."

Babette smiled with her eyes closed. Thought of Darleene's mouth speaking, Sometimes the smutty things Darleene often said got Babette all worked up by themselves.

Babette thought of Darleene's mouth moving away. Thought of those lips on her lips.

Those times they had kissed, girl to girl while skinny-dipping together in Babette's backyard pool. Lips on hips. But not both sets mouthlips.

Facelips on cuntlips.

Mouthcheeks between asscheeks.

Babette would be scared, but fantasy land was a safe place to be.

So for a moment Babette allowed herself to chew another woman's snatch from behind in her mind. Nosh on the gash.

Asscheeks held between teeth.

Tongue up inside asshole.

Darleene spoke on.

"Send the poem back to him. See if he can eat your come from it."

"Ha ha. Good idea, but I can't. He's traveling around. It came from Arabia, I think."