| Lesbian: Lusty Liaisons: Even Hotter Bubbles (1/3) |
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Tomorrow was Amber’s birthday, and she really loved the cake I had made for my birthday. The problem was, she didn’t really know that much about baking and wanted some help. So, of course, I invited her over, offering to bake the special cake, with her helping me. When Amber arrived, we went right to the kitchen to get started. I poured the sugar into the bowl with the softened butter and showed her my technique for creaming them together. Giving her a try, I watched as she patiently applied firm pressure with the back of the spoon, blending them together into a smooth, yellow fluffiness. I reached in with my finger, scooping up a tiny bit, and inserted it into Amber’s mouth. She smiled as I slowly pulled my finger past her lips. “Mmmm, sweet,” Amber commented. “Do you think it tastes fully blended?” I asked. “Uh huh. Perfectly mixed,” she replied, licking her tempting lips. “Then you did it correctly,” I said, with a mocking, teacher-like tone. Next I separated six eggs and showed her how I added yolks, one at a time, to the creamed mixture as I sent them through the mixer. I had her hand-grate the peel off a lemon, and watched her as her luscious breasts jiggled with the movements of her hands. She noticed me watching, and really began to put some energy into the grating, making me laugh. I couldn’t help thinking about Amber’s sexy body and the last time we had shared each other. Even though I was happily married, and Amber was dating on and off, she and I got together as friends from time to time, and we explored our sexuality and close feelings of friendship. Right now, I realized it wasn’t just the oven that was making me sweat, so I tried to regain my concentration, if only for a few minutes. We added the lemon and some vanilla to the batter and then added the pre-sifted dry ingredients I had placed nearby. I showed her how I used the wire whisk to beat the egg whites to foamy stiff peaks, my hand wrapped around the handle firmly, lifting and shaking, faster and faster. It took a bit of time and she watched me intently. “Oh, Corinne,” Amber exclaimed, “so that’s how you learned to give Billy such pleasure.” We both giggled and I showed her how to fold the egg whites into the batter with the spatula. We poured the ribbons of silken batter into the Bundt pan and placed it in the oven to bake. Knowing we had an hour before the cake would be finished, I walked over to Amber from behind and lifted up her hair. My questioning lips found the back of her neck as she softly moaned. I drizzled more kisses all around and down to her shoulder, as I felt her wriggle into my mouth, begging for more. My fingers began to unbutton her shirt from behind, as I nibbled on her ear and whispered softly, let’s lay down. I took off her shirt and she lifted mine up over the fullness of my breasts. Her mouth found my nipple and began to suck, gently squeezing the emotions up from my throbbing clit. We each removed the rest of the other’s clothing. My hands slid over her downy back and rediscovered the rounded curves of her petite rear end. My fingertips slid in between, stroking her sensitive crevice as my tongue traced a |
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