<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>4855 Pinetree<br/>Alone with Cherry, being poleaxed</strong><br/><br/>It occurred to Susan that she may have underestimated Cherry's arousal, and thanked God for it, she felt ready to explode.  Sprawled across the not very wide bed,head and shoulders propped against the wall, one one elbow, her other arm stretched down, caressing the younger woman's face, her hair, fighting not to tangle her hand in that hair and pull Cherry tight against her folds.  One leg drawn up with bent knee, her bare foot jerking, twitching as Cherry licked her, the other leg hooked over the fighter's shoulder, the movements of the younger woman's head, the way her cheek slid across Susan's inner thigh, that was almost as sweet as what her tongue and lips were doing.<br/><br/>Almost.  Those small hands, strong hands sweeping across her belly, the tips of long fingers brushing the under curves of her breasts...  That did it, that sent her over, fast and hard, her head jammed back against the wall, her hips lifting pushing and her hand was tangled in that long black hair, on the back of Cherry's head, moving her mouth right where Susan wanted it to be.<br/><br/>And the  feral little thing was just grinning at her, lapping her occasionally,  stroking her belly along the edge of her lower tan lines when Susan stopped gasping, her mind stopped whirling and she could focus her eyes again.  "Get up here."  Susan shifted on the bed, pulled her legs up to lie lengthwise on the bed.  "Not along me, don't lie down, sit, up higher."  Sue grinned at the  widening eyes in the face above hers.  "You know what I mean.  Don't tell me you haven't at least thought about doing this to a girl."<em> Maybe she hasn't. Lots of women would be happy to have a catfighter sitting pretty on them, but her Da Mo is very protective about who gets close to her.</em>It was very unlikely another catfighter would lie down for something like this.<br/><br/>No more words, not even thoughts, really.  Cherry settled into place, her folded legs caging Susan's head, her beautiful ass resting on the older woman's upper chest.  Susan had bunched a pillow under her head to get a better angle, she snaked her arms under the folded legs, reached around, cradled those tight muscled gloves and shifted, lifted just a bit.  There.  Right there.  Susan's hands flowed back, her forearms folded across Cherry's upper thighs, her hands, her fingertips gripping her legs, adjusting, pulling<br/><br/>Susan took her time.  The edge was off her lust, she took her time getting to Cherry's hooded pearl.  And when a panting Cherry grabbed the medic's head in her hands, moved her hips just so, moved the street doctors mouth just so and those smooth hard thighs clamped together trapping her head as panting turned to harsh gasping, shudders sweeping the fighter's body....<br/><br/>Cherry collapsed backward after she released.  Susan didn't mind.  Smiling at the spread snatch inches from  her eyes, her hands languidly stroking Linda's thighs, smooth taut thighs.  She considered reaching for a tissue, wiping her face.  She needed it.  But that meant moving, moving her companion, and that was the last thing Susan wanted to do right now.