Kristen Scott's Skip Day 3: Best Friend Makes Three

Kristen's eighteenth birthday, and the night just turned filthier than she'd planned. She's still slick from Kimmy breaking her in, their skin humming when her girlfriend pops the question. Melissa. Ever thought about fucking her? Kristen fumbles. Kimmy smiles like the devil and lays it out—college waits, freedom calls. No cage. Four years, they come back, see what still burns. Kristen turns it over once and feels herself get wet all over again. They borrow Melissa's father's precious car, parked without a scratch. Melissa bursts with relief. Minutes later the three of them sprawl across her bed. Kristen drops the invitation like a dare—show Kimmy those tits. Melissa hesitates, then Kristen and Kimmy tangle tongues in front of her. Kristen’s small breasts heave. Kimmy leans down, pulls a nipple into her mouth, nods for Melissa to take the other. Melissa’s tongue drags, tasting salt. Kimmy’s hand slips beneath Kristen’s waistband, emerges glistening, and feeds the wet finger to Melissa. Taste it. Melissa moans around the digit. Tops come off in a rush. Kimmy and Kristen weigh her full breasts, suck each nipple hard, teeth grazing. They tug Melissa’s shorts away and share her cunt, tongues sliding over one another, Kimmy’s thumb pressing Kristen’s clit between hungry licks. Kristen drops to hands and knees. Kimmy’s fingers sink deep inside her while Melissa licks Kristen’s slit. Then Kristen buries her face between Melissa’s thighs, tongue flicking until Melissa’s spray soaks the sheet. Kristen shoves three fingers to the knuckle, stroking again and again until Melissa clamps and comes. Kimmy straddles Melissa’s mouth. Kristen’s hand works relentless between Melissa’s legs, coaxing another sharp spurt. Melissa rides Kimmy’s tongue, grinding, while Kristen scissors her girlfriend fast and slick, hips rolling until Kimmy jolts and spills. Kristen circles Kimmy’s swollen clit to another throb, then drops low to tongue her open as Melissa tongues Kristen’s tight, puckered rim. Fingers dancing, Kristen forces fresh gushes from Melissa’s cunt while Kimmy shakes apart beneath her touch. Melissa twists into a sixty-nine over Kimmy; Kristen seals her mouth over Melissa’s pulsing slit and drinks each fresh squirt. Side by side, tongues tangled, the two girls drive Kimmy over the edge, fingers buried, scissoring deep until Kimmy’s orgasm rocks them all. Happy fucking birthday.