<b>Name:</b>Henrietta<br/><b>Location:</b>Henrietta's Room<br/><b>Tagged:</b>Caroline<br/><b>=-=-=-+-=-=-=</b><br/><br/>In one fluid motion Henrietta slipped the finger out of Caroline's pussy, turned her friend around and pushed her onto the bed. She took a moment to just watch her friend's body before laying don on top of her, kissing her passionately while pressing her thigh against Caroline's pussy, rubbing it against that slippery wetness. She took a nipple between her lips and gave it a playful bite, flicked her tongue against it and nibbled on it again. She then took the other nipple into her mouth and sucked on it savouring all the little noises her friend was making, and she knew just how to make her moan, sigh, gasp, whimper and eventually scream with pleasure.<br/><br/>There had always been a very clear dynamic between the girls for as long as either of them could remember with Henrietta being the more intense and curious of the two with Caroline being more of a, sometimes hesitant, follower. In a different context one might have said that Henrietta was the dominant personality and Caroline the submissive but no such definitions were applicable on the relationship between the two friends and neighbours. Henrietta had never forced Caroline to do anything she didn't want to do, coerced her into doing things she didn't know she wanted to do perhaps, like the mutual masturbation session that had been the start of the next stage of their relationship for instance.<br/><br/>When Henrietta had stolen a pack of cigarettes and had her first smoke in the small wooded area behind the houses they lived in Caroline had said she didn't want to try it and Henrietta had not pushed the issue but rather concluded that in that case there were more for her. The same thing had happened with the first beer Henrietta had drunk even if at the end Caroline had asked for a taste which Henrietta had given her.<br/><br/>Now she was on top of her friend and slowly her lips moved from Caroline's stiff nipples, down her stomach and on to that fragrant dark spot between her legs. She placed light kisses on the insides of her best friend's thighs, giving them an occasional nibble before running her tongue along Caroline's slit through the fabric. She then pressed the tip of her tongue against the sensitive spot at the top, the clit as it was called. It was one of Henrietta's favourite words ever since she had heard if the first time, a close second was pussy.<br/>"Tell me what you want," she said and pressing her left breast against her best friend's pussy looked up at Caroline with a seductive smile, devilish some might say.