I was readying myself to jump out of the shower, when Celine wandered into my bathroom.

“Ah, just in time. Pass me a towel, will you? I forgot to grab one before getting in," I asked her.

“Good thing I’m here as usual or you’d be parading around butt naked, dripping water all over the place,” she retorted, whilst nonetheless wiggling her firm little cheeks over to the cupboard where I keep my towels.

“Here, wipe your church doors with this!” then, “Shame, I wouldn’t have minded drying them myself… oh well, I just came to see if you were up for anything tonight?”

“How about a candle-lit then up to the cinema?” I answered, starting to gently rub myself dry.

“Yeah, guess,” she blurted in a less-than-up-for-it tone, “don’t think there’s much on this week and I’m not sitting in that flea-pit to watch a bunch of crap...we could go on the pull at The Red & Ritzy Club. Whaddya think, hmmm?” Celine purred in that cat-like fashion that automatically reduces my pussy to her finest liquid state.

She took the towel from my fingers and started to gently circle it over my back, widening her circuits until I felt the soft cotton threads buffing my boobs, coaxing my nipples to immediate erection.

“Awww, Celly,” I pouted “we went last week. Anyway, if it’s not a Saturday, the atmosphere is shit and the men even shittier.”

“But I reeaallly feel like dancing...”

“Honestly, I’m tired tonight and the thought of a late night for nothing to show for it leaves me cold. In fact, I’d much rather stay here, curled up with a good book,” I replied, maybe a little too harshly.

“OOoh, you’re no fun tonight,” she said, dropping the towel and stepping out of the close zone we had been unconsciously sharing. “What’s up? Not getting enough cock at the moment you miserable cow?”

“No, it’s nothing; I’m just really tired darling.”

Celine (mocking), “Poor little girl, she’s not on form… hmmmmm; let’s see… what could we possibly do to cheer up the big baby?” A second’s silence, then, “I know, we’re gonna play ‘who loses wins.”

I raised my eyes at her, my daggers ready to flash in her direction, only… huge sexy smile dancing on her lips, melting away my frustration.

Physically, we are very different, Celine and I: she, brown hair, chestnut eyes; me, blond curls and baby blues; Celine longiligne, stick-thin; me, short and (deliciously?) curvy.

Still, it’s that smile every time… gets me where it counts (I added the ‘o’ for good measure but you get the idea!).

“Huh? Who loses wins? Play what? What are you babbling about this time?" my resolve ebbing at a rate of knots.“Oh, it’s simple. We decide what we do tonight with who loses wins.”

I could tell from her eyes that she had the germ of an idea, something unequivocally naughty without a shadow of a doubt. I know her so well after three years of having her by my side in meetings, bars, clubs even between me and hubby when she wants to ride a big one like a bucking bronco.

Her love-making is sublimely crude and base; she hides nothing, shares everything and her fulgurant (and oh, so noisy), orgasms wash over me every time, as if it were my own clitoris straining to escape the confines of it’s cute little hood.

I think our bond comes from the fact that we are, both of us, truly bi. Not straight, nor lesbian, simply students of the teachings of sex, Omni-sex and lots of it! We’ve both had our fair share of men between our legs, her probably more than me recently if truth be told. We’ve listened to each other cumming like trains, impaled on long, veiny, masculine cocks, or purring like cats-that-got-the-cream as some beautifully able feminine tongue lapped us to heaven as only women intuitively can.

Always, if it were not us together or with my man beaming at the choice of six holes to fill, we would discuss the previous night’s follies over steaming hot coffee and buttery warm croissants the next day. But whoever we’ve had, we always feel the need to resource ourselves, nestled up together, lovingly entwined in head-to-toe ecstasy, the security of mutual understanding allowing the body to revel in its excesses until the beautiful sleep takes over.

Anyway, I digress but please note, gentle reader, that I was obliged to pay attention to my kiki whilst penning this section (I type perfectly well with just one hand)!

“Who loses wins: how’s that work, then? What the hell is it?” I asked with mock shock.

My non-verbal answer was to be led to her room, where she sat me down on the bed and proceeded to undress. It didn’t take long, there weren’t many layers on her. However, she did it with aplomb, swinging her boyish hips, pouting, pushing her cute little titties up and squeezing. Seductive, effective: wet!

“Look how pink and hard my buds are,” she lanced, flicking her nubs and circling her crinkly aureoles. Mine, I could feel, were like chapel hat pegs by now, sticking out brazenly in a wanton display of eager hunger.

“Just explain your silly game Celine,” pretty sure by now that, whatever it was, it was going to involve the bed. I could feel my pussy betraying me, warm droplets pearling at the entrance to my now gaping vulva, sticking the flesh of my inner thighs together so I felt obliged to open them just that little bit wider.

“Easy," she replied, “given we both want something different tonight, we’re gonna make love and the person who cums first, loses."

Bugger my damn pussy! She always betrays my resolve. I could feel the yearning welling up inside of me, spreading like wild-fire and knocking at my cervix, which responded with a yawn of approval. I was wet, hell; I was completely soaked, horny, hungry and shaking with pre-orgasmic anticipation.

“Better than flipping a coin,” I said with pretend indifference.

“Right then,” ignoring my flippancy, “on the bed, 69, fingers, vibros, tongues-anything goes. I presume you want to be on top, Miss Bossy?”. Boy, did this girl know me too well!

I knelt between Celine’s toned legs, placed my hands on her inner thighs, twisted around and lay on her body. Immediately, I was met by the sublime musk of her perfume, so familiar and yet, always so new and utterly intoxicating.

Her fleshy vulva at eye level, I could see her desire welling up from deep inside her body, her lips swollen and pouting, the little birdie peeping out from its nest. God, I so wanted her, all of her right there, right now! A moment of pure anticipation, matched only by the state of my own pussy and the dull ache thudding in my heavy breasts.

Celine grabbed at my head with both hands, desperate to push my mouth against her throbbing slit.

God, but she tasted good: virginal and slutty, sweet and salty. Whoever wrote it, really knew pussy: ‘sugar and spice and all things nice’ little girls really are made of it!

I made my tongue mini-cock hard and delved between her soaking lips, exploring as far as I could, lapping every last drop of her precious nectar, and making the little circles that every woman craves but never seems to ask for.

A huge sigh of satisfaction escaped from Celine as she ground her hips against my face, pushing my tongue ever further into her now gaping hole. I found her sweet clitty; swollen, stiff, proud and rubbed lightly over it with my thumb. A teasing motion which underlined her impatience, bringing a throaty moan from her as her pussy muscles started tensing.

Her hand found my own hunger. “You’re ssoooo wet,” as if she were shocked by it. “Get further on the bed, eat me, god, eat me and let me drink all of you”. She split my labia, and I could feel her hot breath approaching me.

She ate, ate as if she hadn’t eaten in days. I bucked and moaned loudly as her tongue infiltrated my womanhood, pushing my lips widely apart and diving into the pool in-between.

She has a magically talented tongue, Celine. She can do things with it that, frankly, should be banned!
Good things, magical things… my clitty has never known such raw pleasure at the hands (mouths) of others, male or female.

In two seconds flat, I exploded in a fountain of pure joy. You know the one, shaking, spasmic, trembling, tense, liquid cums: they start somewhere near your belly-button and spread radially out until they even cover the bed beneath you.

I collapsed on her, temporarily spent. She rolled me on to the bed.

“OOoh, so good but too quick! I wanted that to last for hours darling” she complained. I think I may have managed a guttural groan or something but spiritually, I wasn’t even in the room at the time.

“Your pussy is too sensitive, so that one doesn’t count for our little game. We’ve got to start again but this time, I want to fill you right up with a big thick vibro! You up for it?”

What sort of a question was that? I could barely remember my name right then! Still, I’m a greedy slut and never knowingly refuse a free orgasm!

I leant over Celine and grabbed one of her delicious little boobies in my mouth. Such soft skin! I sucked at it, nibbling her cute bud, trapping it gently between my front teeth and pulling backwards. A soft cry escaped her and egged me on to the other one-same treatment, same reply. Bullet-hard nipples pushing at my tongue. Nothing like it, am I not correct?

I felt her fingers reaching down between the river that was formerly my pussy, splitting my labia apart, unfolding the flesh.

This time, it was me that lay back and Celine straddled me in a 69. I felt her hands pass under my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, then slipping in-between my thighs. I felt something cold against my button, my poor, over-heated love bud. As promised, sex-toy in hand, Celine opened me up with one hand and abruptly invaded my intimacy with the latex stud-muffin clutched in the other.

I moaned, hell, I squealed my delight as my abundant wetness facilitated an easy passage right up to my cervix. The horny little bitch knew just what buttons to press and, quite honestly, I loved that she pressed them so hard!

She buried it deep inside me, ripping cries of pleasure from me. Slowly back and forth, then pushing sideways against my walls then back in. Fuck, it felt so good, so damn good!

I was not inactive myself; my tongue encircled her proud clitoris, flicking upwards enticing the arrogant little bundle out from its hiding place. Left, right, gentle, hard; I varied my tongue actions in function of the delicious moans coming from the face buried somewhere between my wide open thighs.

She started trembling, and I knew what was coming. I sucked her clitty hard, then drowned it in wet kisses, bringing my thumbs to either side, pulling her apart, exposing the sexy little organ. I stopped moving and simply blew through clenched teeth, making a stream of cool breath right onto the tip.

She started to shake on me, trembling and bucking. The metallic odour of her pre-cum invaded my nostrils and I plunged back into her, devouring her with every technique I could muster. Suddenly, she was oh so still; the calm before the storm I call it, then she shook like a tree in the monsoon, screaming her pleasure as the waves washed over her body.

I held on to her, prolonging the orgasm with well placed tongue kisses, drinking her nectar, reveling in the power I had over her body. Her ankles knotted behind my head, so tightly that I could feel the little spasm of her pussy muscles as they desperately tried to wring every extra second of orgasm from her body.

My head was spinning, my face drenched in her sublime cum juices. My own orgasm was close. Celine’s hands grabbed at my flesh, her latex cock filling me deliciously. Her heady perfume invaded every part of my being; her warmth, her wetness sending me crashing over the edge. Her tongue slipped greedily to my tight little anus, lapping it open and delving, once again, inside my body, only to be replaced by a determined thumb that took possession of me with purpose and intent.

I melted into her, becoming as one with her actions, responding to her invasions, yearning for more as my own shuddering orgasm ripped through me like wild-fire.

She thumb-fucked my poor little ass, prolonging the pleasure, keeping me there! The fire ball in me grew, exploding from every orifice. I encircled her head with my muscled thighs and pulled her into me, wanting the moment to never stop.

On my lord but it felt so good! We collapsed into each other, spent, satiated, replete.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, then:

“Well, I’m pretty sure that I lost that one Celine, so I guess we’re off to the club,” I said, happy to have lost to such unbridled pleasure.

“Oh yeah, true,” she replied. “Still, there’s no rush is there? We still have time to decide.”

I felt her tongue lap naughtily at my ravaged clitoris, my eyes closing to better sense her micro-movements on my pink little nub.

An ‘mmmmm,’ escaped my lips.

“Do you really want to go out?” she asked me tenderly.

My only response was more groans of pleasure.

“I’m thinking we should maybe change our plans,” she intoned. “How about we just stay here under the quilt?”

Sometimes, you just have to lose to win!