Testing
by Snowfall 
E-mail: winters@mailcity.com


I've always hated sleepovers.

The only reason I went to this one was because it was supposed to be a
study group. Only we didn't do much studying that night. Mostly we drank,
smoked, and watched a video. Cheryl had borrowed Scream just for that night,
she knew it was going to be a blast. And, as it turned out, it was.

I didn't drink much gin that night, then again I never did anyway.
Cheryl had some orange juice in the house so I sucked up on that. Too much as I
recall.

When we had run out of munchies the rest of the girls went out to the
local 711 to pick up some more. Cheryl stayed behind to clean up a little. I
stayed behind to take a piss, which I really, really needed.

I was sitting on the toilet with my pants down and admiring the tiles
when Cheryl burst in.

"I don’t need help to take a leak Cher." I said joking. "What’s up?"

"Nothing I just needed to freshen up a bit." she said taking out a
toothbrush from behind the mirror. "My breath smells like a fucking canal."

"Hey Cher, do you have any toilet paper?"

Cheryl finished brushing her teeth first before handing me some from the
shelves. I took them and waited for her to leave, but she didn't.

Instead, she bent over, faced me, and said, "How do I smell?" And
proceeded to exhale on my face.

I told her the truth. She smelled of gin with a bit of toothpaste thrown
in. Cheryl laughed and had another run with the toothbrush. I, on the other
hand, couldn't start cleaning myself, so I waited impatiently for her to leave.
But, she didn't. She bent over one more time and made me inspect her breath one
more time.

For some reason my eyes wandered off and noticed her shirt. Cheryl was
in a position where I could see down her collar and right between her breasts.
She wasn't wearing any bra so there was nothing to obstruct my line of sight
through her chest to the end of her stomach.

"Well?" Cheryl said snapping me out of my trance.

I blushed a little as I said her breath was fine.

She hadn't noticed my face, since she was more concerned with her
breath. "Are you positive it doesn't smell bad? I mean really sure?"

"Yes Cher, it's fine. Why are you so jumpy anyway?"

"Brad's coming over," she explained, "so if he kisses me I want to make
sure he likes it. I don’t smell like a dung beetle after lunch."

Brad was her boyfriend. He was O.K. but I knew she could do better. He
didn't deserve Cheryl. Not to mention her good looking breasts. I was going to
tell her this, but I didn't know how. Then I thought of the perfect way.

"Let me smell you again." I said, "I might have missed something."

She laughed, but complied anyway. Cheryl bent over and opened her mouth.

There was my chance. I grabbed her face, pulled her to me, and kissed
her on the lips. She was startled and tried to pull back, but I hung on.
Eventually she got the picture. She knelt beside me and let me kiss her while
she kissed back. Slowly we parted.

She gazed up at me and giggled. "You naughty girl."

"You smell good." I said "You kiss better though. You know... he doesn't
deserve those lips."

She looked at me slyly. "And you do?"

"What do you think?"

She thought a bit. "I'm not sure yet. Let me try that again."

She kissed me again this time with more passion. Her tongue touched
mine. I tasted some gin residue on it. It wasn't bad, it wasn't bad at all. Her
kiss tasted like some exotic cocktail, strange and intoxicating. I felt her run
her fingers through my hair while mine cupped her face. It was a very difficult
position from the way I was sitting, but it made the kiss all the more worth
it.

Suddenly I felt one of her hands grab my breast. I hadn't intended it to
go this far.

"What are you doing?" I whispered while she kissed my neck.

"I don’t know," she said between kisses. "You started it."

She was right, I did. I was going to end it too. "You have to go... I...
I... still have to clean myself, and get... get off the toilet... and..."

"Her let me help you." She said, grabbing the toilet paper, which had
fallen on the floor.

Cheryl then proceeded to wipe me between my legs. It felt so good. I
opened up a bit more to give her room. She dove in deeper. I felt her hand
brush my clit, that sent shivers down my body. She had noticed this and kept on
bushing that part as often as she could. I felt the tissue slip from her hands.
She slipped her fingers into me, and I couldn't help but moan. 

She finger fucked me on that toilet. I felt like a potted plant ready
for picking. I grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. I cupped my hands
on her beautiful breasts and mashed them with my fingers. They were soft but
her nipples were as hard as rocks. But I had to let go as I felt my body start
to give in to her finger's intrusions. I stiffened.

Then I came.

I heard my fluids drip down and mix with my urine. I wasn't quite
finished though as I told Cheryl to stand up, which she did. I told her to
spread her legs, which she did. Then I lifted her skirt. To my surprise she
wasn't wearing any underwear. I was also surprised to note she was so wet. I
grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her toward me. Then I proceeded to suck her
dry. I liked around her clit only on occasion touching it to tease her. She
didn't like that, because she grabbed my head and pushed me in. As I smelled
her womanly scent I got hot again. 

There we were. I was on the toilet between her long legs. One hand on
her ass, the other in my pussy. My mouth in her crutch. Her hands on my head.
We looked like a fucking sculpture, with the emphasis on 'fucking'.

I moved my tongue in and out, in and out changing speeds each time. I
would also take her clit between my teeth and grind them a bit. She liked that
and started to moan loudly. My hand on her ass slid it's way to her cunt. I put
one finger in, then another, and another, and another, until she took the whole
fist. She was amazing, and she was loud. She started to scream as my hand
started to explore her insides. She grew louder as I removed my hand from her
pussy, put it into her asshole and resumed tonguing her.

I felt her ass cheeks start to harden. Cheryl's body was staring to
shake. She was cuming. I increase the tempo of my own masturbation so we could
cum together.

And, we did.

Twin moans and sighs escaped from our lips as we flew off into oblivion.
Hers were louder though. Cheryl seemed more drained than I was. She plopped
down on top of me. Sat on my lap and started kissing me. Butterfly kisses on my
lips and cheeks and sweet words whispered in my ears.

"Fuck Brad..." Cheryl said silently, "...but I want you to test my 
breath again anyway"

I kissed her and we began once more.