It is short and he is tall, and the contortions he goes through to soak
his hair are amusing to watch. I don’t understand why he doesn’t simply
bend his knees, but I decide not to bother suggesting that. Instead I
get down on my knees and kiss his cock. I pay it some friendly attention
for a few moments, then stand up again. “Okay. I wash you now.” I pick
up the bar of soap and run it over his chest, then change my mind. “No.
Turn around. Your back first.” He turns, and I begin by soaping his
shoulders. I lather his long, pale back, then each of his arms. I soap
his sides and his hips. One soapy hand casually kneads his ass, first
just the plump flesh of his buttocks, then between them. “Yeah” he says.
This is a sure-fire way to get to him, and I know it. Know it, and I love
it. In our short time together, I have learned of many things that he
can’t resist, but this one is absolutely undeniable. “Oh, stick a finger
in me” he requests. I’m getting used to this. I comply, and enjoy how
hot it gets him. He reaches behind him and finds my tenderest spot.

“No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just
planning to go home and collapse,” I said, laughing.

She laughed too. “Well, if you could put off
collapsing for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of
coffee at Perkins ™.”

“Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out
of shape students?”

“No, not usually, but something tells me I should have
a cup with you.”

I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I can
stop right here and explain that. For those waiting for the
juicy sex scene, wait a little while and I will try to make it
worth it for you to keep reading.

Lenya pressed her lips against the soft yellow down of Marte’s pussy.

More like a duckling, she thought, than a little pussy-kitten. It

smelled of new-born life like a freshly hatched duckling.

Lenya loved kissing her little duckling, nuzzling up next to it,

rubbing her nose and lips in it.

“Damn, girl, are you going to eat it or play with it?” Marte asked

impatiently.

That was the problem with loving these hard-body aggressive types.

Lenya loved watching Marte on the rugby field, dominating all her

opponents with ease even though they outweighed her two to one in some

cases. Dancing triumphantly over their fallen vanquished bodies. But

the drive that gave her her commanding will to win seemed to make her

overly goal oriented in other pursuits as well.

Marte wanted her climax now–not later. To be fair, she would lay there

and let Lenya lick her pussy to her heart’s content after she had her

first few orgasms, but for now she wanted immediate relief.

“I thought it might be nice to take our time and enjoy ourselves, you

know, go slow and build up.” Lenya said.

“Think again, Bitch.” Marte was sorry as soon as she said it. She

didn’t mean to hurt Lenya’s feelings. She was just frustrated.

Lenya looked down and started licking. Her tongue lapped at Marte with

a mechanical cadence. Passionless.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Marte said. “I’m still psyched from the win, that’s

all. Take your time if you want. I`m cool.”

Marte lay back and relaxed as Lenya now went down in earnest. Marte

figured she would. Lenya was good to her. Better than she deserved.

Lenya quickly had her Amazon mistress moaning. Marte looked at the

angelic face between her thighs with grateful appreciation. That such

a dainty slip of a girl could go down like a waterfront whore when she

really wanted to, to please her woman, to please Marte, gave Marte

such a rush that she suddenly let loose a gushing climax.

“Ooh, thank you, my little Dynamo. I love you.” Marte said, petting

Lenya’s hair. Then stroking her cheek and lifting her chin to get a

better look at her submissive angel.

“I’m an ogre, aren’t I?” Marte said. “All my teammates are jealous of

me. Having you to come home to and eat me. They’ll be lucky to get

licked at all much less by an angel.”

Lenya just smiled and put her face to her little friend, her little

duckling.

Lenya brought Marte to orgasm a few more times and Marte fell asleep

contented.

Lenya nestled herself against the sweet softness of Marte’s crotch

like she was a duckling snuggling in the nest.

Marte briefly opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at Lenya placing her

hand on Lenya’s head.

Before she drifted off to sleep again Lenya asked, “Am I your little

duckling, Marte?”

“Yes, sweet thing, you are my little duckling.”

Together they fell asleep.