Joli arches her back, lifting her stomach and breasts up in an uneven arch to press herself against Lon's body as he covers her.  As he starts to enter her, she watches his eyes with irises twinking ni the firelight, her mouth hanging open-- at the first pressure, she grips him hard, her short nails digging into his shoulder, her other hand clenching up and over her head for any brace she can find-- that hand comes to rest on Laurin's thigh and dimples the flesh prettily.  The tip disappears first into the glistening pink folds-- she's small and inexperienced, but she's also healthy and eager.  There's a clenching, a little pushback as she chokes a gasp out that is equally surprise and pleasure as the tight ring of muscle clenches skittishly, but then his insistence pays off as he gradually, tenderly, eases his way on in to fill her clenching body.  With the stretching of her opening, there's a stretching of her mouth until her mouth is an O of ecstacy tinged with pressure and a tingle of pain... not the bad pain of injury or terror, but the good pain of necessity fulfilled.<br/><br/>By the time he's hilted himself in her, she has rocked forward at the waist to lift her upper body from the ground in a silent, spasmic thrashing of pleasure.  Suddenly she gasps for breath and then raggedly breathes again, this time with her voice unexpectedly mingling with that heaving of breath.   The result is that every breath is a moan that sounds like sympathy and effort, but looks like utter bliss.<br/><br/>When he withdraws from her body, there's an audible sound of wetness and pressure released, then at his return her voice hangs in her throat until she feels him reach the deepest core of her and then she makes a wordless sound of satisfaction and surprise.<i>Much, much different than that boy...</i>she thinks as she eases into the motion, grounds herself and begins to buck back in glad enjoyment of his strokes.<br/><br/>Laurin's more womanly body suddenly goes on intimate display for the young woman, so Joli gives in to the moment and braces herself on the beautifully sculpted thighs astride her.   Her own slim legs wrap around Lon's waist, her feet crossing over his ass, so as to encourage him more and more with her flexing legs-- as if in sympathy of that motion she reaches for Laurin and begins to kiss the woman's thighs.  She can't focus, though she wants to go farther and taste a woman-- she's tasted herself, brought herself pleasure many times... so few others before, though more girls than boys has she known intimately, and only one like Lon's done... but not like this.<br/><br/>Truly, she wants to taste Laurin, but she can't even control her upper body because she's being ridden exactly like she needs-- tender, steady, and insistently.  She's close to coming, and she communicates this by reaching and stroking that wet mount before her while her eyes well and glisten, her teeth bare and her voice pulses high and girlish again and again.<br/><br/>