A Drink for Jennifer Lawrence

A Drink for Jennifer Lawrence

Jennifer Lawrence peered into the bathroom. None of the others were in, all 4 of the toilets were free, which was good, because it was feeling a little urgent.

She went to sit down. It felt silly to feel exposed given the circumstances, but every wall was a mirror, and it wasn't like the toilets were in cubicles. And then there was the very real chance that someone might pass the doorway, open to the hall with no door in sight. The prospect of one of the seven other women or the one man in the villa hearing or intruding on her private bodily functions made her feel a little nervous. It was basically inevitable it would happen at some point in the next month, and she had accepted the possibility when she agreed to take part, but that didn't mean she didn't still need to get used to the idea. It surprised her, given her blasé attitude and openness about the topic of her liquid toilet habits before. "I guess talking about it and living it are different things" she thought to herself.

She sat down on the toilet seat. Normally in a similar situation she would have felt cold, but the floor was heated, and the whole building was obviously very well climate controlled, and even with the shiny, wipe-clean services all around it was a comfortable temperature. She sat up a bit and realised the back was cushioned and sloped back a bit. It was nicer to have pressed against her bare back than a hard porcelain cistern, but she couldn't understand why it would be made that way? Leaning forward she rested her elbows on her knees while holding tightly on her bare chest, ready to do her business.

"Shame to spoil the view."

Jennifer sat up straight again, startled, grabbing the sides of the toilet seat, and with a slightly panicked expression looked towards the doorway. Somehow someone had managed to get to just outside the bathroom without her hearing anything.

"Yes, better. Don't cover up those lovely assets," said the figure sporting a pixie cut. "It's not like there is much point anyway. Surprised you would be so coy, given what you have been willing to tell people publicly."

"Emma" Jennifer let out with a bit of a relieved sigh. "You startled me. I'm just not used to this all yet."

She took in the image before her. Emma Watson definitely didn't seem to share her awkwardness about their current situation. She was leaning against the side of the doorway in a way that could only be described as confident... provocative even. Her left arm was stretched up supporting her weight in the top corner of the door, while her right was resting on her hip. All of which meant *everything* was on show.

Jennifer had regarded herself as mostly straight; her relationships had all been with men, that is she mostly found herself attracted to. However, she had always been able to 'aesthetically' appreciate an attractive female form, what was before her certainly qualified, and enjoyed indulging in a little bit of imaginative fantasy on the topic, which this certainly did not qualify as.

She found her eyes drawn down from the coquettish smile to the smooth, pert, breasts that were being shown off to her. They were on the smaller side, but sized for a nice handful, begging to be cupped tenderly. Both were tipped with the darker skin of a small, well-formed areola, and the stiff nipple in it's centre. The thought of suckling on one in her mouth while gently rubbing the other between her fingers arose unbidden in her mind. She imagined running her hand across the smooth skin of the belly, before her fingers would caress the small, neatly trimmed, flash of dark hair and the slit visible between the thighs. Emma's condition shouldn't have been a surprise exactly, everyone on the house was similarly nude, but no one else, as yet, had so clearly been displaying themselves to her with the intention of being appreciated.

"You like what you see?" Emma said her grin widening. "Shall I give you a closer look?" She pushed herself from the doorframe, standing straight, walked over and sat on the toilet opposite. She leant back and rested her elbows on the top of the cistern, and clearly not intending to use the toilet as normal, had her legs either side of the toilet, knees wide apart. The oddly sloped cisterns and the cushioned backs finally made sense, it looking surprisingly comfortable while causing ones back to arch slightly, slightly thrusting out a person's chest, exaggerating their breasts. It also tipped the hips back.

Jennifer couldn't help but let her eyes be drawn downwards to look at what was between the outspread knees, but then that pretty clearly seemed to be Emma's intention. The tasteful slit topped by the neatly trimmed pubic hair was now parted, and the folds of her tucked away inner labia were now visible, coming together to a hood at the top, and parting a little towards the bottom.

After a few seconds, quite intentionally long enough for Jennifer to admire her most intimate portion, Emma's free hand slid down between her legs. Not really to block the view, though Jennifer realised she was disappointed it did, but just to absent-mindedly gently cup her vulva, her fingers gently stroking through her pubic hairs. "This your first time admiring another woman's body? 7 other women all here, naked and expecting to be enjoyed."

"Well, I guess it depends." Jennifer answered. "When I watch porn, sometimes I am mostly enjoying the women, and when in communal changing rooms I sometimes try to catch an eyeful of what any hot girls' are hiding under their towels. But if you mean expressly sexual, in real life, no."

"So, you've never done it with a girl?" Jennifer shook her head. "That's a shame, but you will have plenty of chance to correct that this month. What do you think of Ian?"

"He seems nice. Though one guy between 8 woman seems a very skewed ratio."

"Oh, I think that's intentional. I was chatting to him and he explained he usually can only comfortably cum once a day. Cock gets sore if he tried to do it more than that. We're here for a month, 8 women, 3 holes each, makes 24 hole for him to make a deposit in each, which leaves an extra week for a bit of experimentation."

"Holes? Seems a bit... gross way to refer to it. Thought you prided yourself in being a feminist?"

"It's gross to think of women as holes to satisfy a guy's sexual desires. But as far as his cum is concerned what it is going into is a hole, and it isn't like any of us are here for romantic reasons, so I don't see any reason being circumspect about it. We aren't just holes to satisfy a guy's sexual desires, but we are women, who *also* have 3 holes that can provide sexual satisfaction for ourselves and others, and we all agreed and want to do that. It's not like I don't intend to enjoy making extensive use of my holes and everyone else's. Speaking of which, didn't you have some business you came to do in here with one of yours?" Emma nodded her head in the direction of Jennifer's crotch.

"Wait... did you come in here to *watch* me on the toilet?."

"You seem surprised? Why do you think the bathroom has no door, multiple toilets, and just glass cubicles on the showers? It's so we can watch each other do our business. I was hanging out in that corridor waiting for someone to come by, particularly hoping it would be you. Surely it can't surprise you I like watching girls peeing given what came out?"

Jennifer frowned, puzzled, and she looked shocked as she remembered. "Those stories were true? You hired prostitutes to pee in their mouths?"

Emma looked a little exasperated. "No, people always misremember it. I had what I thought was a trusted ongoing arrangement with *one* sex worker who I would watch pissing and who would pee in my mouth, and then she betrayed my trust by going to the tabloids about it. My publicists advised me to not respond to it, and people presumed it was nonsense because we treated as if it was ridiculous nonsense that didn't need a response and no one could imagine someone so wholesome and feminist would "degrade" themselves in such a way." Her eyes rolled when saying "degrade". "I am bi, but I can't really face the tabloid furore that would result from coming out openly, and I haven't been able to find anyone else I could trust with this predilection of mine, so that part of me has been sexually frustrated for a few years now. I've only been able to watch girls pee online since, and that really isn't the same. When I heard about this I thought it might be a chance to find an outlet. Particularly when I heard you were involved. I hoped with how openly you talked about peeing, you might share my interests."

"No!" Jennifer sort of blurted, and then immediately softened her tone. "... well, I hadn't ever really thought about it that way. I just found it funny that people are so prudish about it, and it is fun to push boundaries and to talk about it. Mess with people." But even as she said it she started wondering. Had she got a bit excited about talking openly about something usually kept more private? Was it more than just messing with people? Was the only reason she had been pissing behind a wall when having her photo taken because she was desperate, a bit drunk, and thought it would be funny, or did it give her a sexual kick? Did she really go in a bucket at that party just so she didn't have to go upstairs and how comfortable she was about it, or because she shouldn't be peeing in a room full of people and it turned her on a little?

"Do you think I am a perv for getting turned on by watching women pee?" Emma's face had gone from the knowing smile she had been holding for most of the encounter to a concerned expression.

"Well, yeah... kinda, but I guess no more than most people are in different ways. Loads of people like kinky stuff. Maybe everyone's a pervert in their own way" she tried to say in a sort of reassuring tone, though with doubts and questions still swirling around her head.

"So, do you mind if I stay and watch? If you do, I can go?"

Jennifer was sure she detected a faint pleading tone in the voice that likely wasn't intended but maybe revealed the speaker was less happy to go than the words suggested. She paused and thought about it. It did seem a little silly to make her go. Emma was right. Everyone was naked, it wasn't like she wasn't seeing anything she hadn't seen before, the bathroom was deliberately public, and it's not like there was much that people were keeping private. The noises coming from Saoirse's room didn't leave much up to the imagination about what she, Kate and Ian were up to, and the groans, moans and gasps she had heard elsewhere in the house when making her way here demonstrated others were enjoying themselves with little concern for shame. And what harm could it do? "OK... sure, you can stay."

Emma's smile returned. "Thanks."

Jennifer leant forward again and was about to relax, but Emma interrupted again. "Can't see much if you sit like that." She raised her eyebrows, and then sat up, leaning fully back, and further spread her legs, completely displaying her genitalia, clearly indicating the position she preferred Jennifer take, but also giving an eyeful of her inner folds, slightly spread, exposed and framed by her outer lips, glistening slightly with clear arousal. She had clearly warmed up a during the conversation. Jennifer hesitated. Again, this would be a step further than she had pictured, but she had agreed Emma could watch, and she felt a little buzz, lightheaded maybe, as she could feel her heartbeat had picked up slightly. It reminded her of that same excited uncertainty she had felt in anticipation of the first time she had sex. She leaned back slowly, leaning against the passed cistern, and then parted her knees and brought her legs apart. Not as far as Emma, not quite as on display, but her crotch was still clearly visible, with her inner labia peeking out. "Lovely" was the response, as Emma stared intensely at the intimate morsel, biting her lip. Again her hand moved to between her thighs, but not absent mindedly or gently stroking herself, but quite unashamedly to start openly masturbating, rubbing her clitoral hood in broad circles, accompanied by quiet squishing sounds.

Jennifer tried to relax, finally do what she had come here to do. She noted ironically that the chatting had taken her mind off the urgency in her abdomen and alongside the awkwardness (or excitement) of the situation and the fact her reclining, slightly splayed physical position was not one she normally used to empty her bladder, it was actually difficult to get started. When the first trickle came out and splashed into the bowl Emma's breathing had already become obviously heavier. As the trickle turned into a hissing flow the hand sped up and the lip biting turned into an slightly open mouth. Jennifer watched the obviously aroused woman in front of her and couldn't help but feel a tingle in her own loins, the awareness that it was a result of sharing her body and her bodily functions. She was disappointed when it slowed to a drip and then stopped, that it was so short, and all she was left with was some yellowish droplets clinging to her vulva. Emma also slowed her rubbing and stopped a few seconds after the flow stopped, her face slowly returning to the cheeky, sexy grin it had before. She removed her hand, now moist with her own fluids, and held it near her face under her nose. "Hmmmm" she sniffed through her nose, half closing her eyes, clearly inhaling the musky scent of sex that Jennifer could even make out at her distance. "That was good. It's been too long... I can tell you appreciated it as well" she said as her eyes twinkled.

"Did you... come?"

"What, in that time? No?" she chuckled. "Just got to warm myself up, but my pussy feels *gooood* just now. Wet and buzzing, going right back in there. Just tensing my Kegels gives me all sorts of nice feelings." Her still displayed crotch twitched a couple of times, possibly as a practical demonstration. Her breasts still heaved with the deep breaths she was taking.

After maybe a minute to let herself and Emma calm down, presuming it was now over, Jennifer sat back in a more traditional position, and reached for the toilet paper. "Wait!" Emma blurted, which brought her to a stop.. "Let me deal with that." Again Jennifer hesitated, but then thinking "well, in for a penny, in for a pound", and having already enjoyed including Emma in the activity, she handed the roll to Emma and then leant back and spread her legs again, realising she would appreciate the opportunity to have her genitals briefly tended to by her partner, even if through the paper.

Emma put the roll down on the floor, and then scooched across to sit in front. However, just as Jennifer thought she would pick up the roll again to tear something off to start work, she said "I have something better than toilet paper" and gently lifted Jennifer's ankles and lifted the legs so the knees hooked over her shoulders, one leg on each. Jennifer was also pulled down towards Emma's face, so her splayed crotch with its fresh droplets was literally inches from her. The realisation of what Emma was going to do shocked Jennifer, but she made no move to stop her. Her vulva was now anticipating the attentions of another person, and a mouth would be even better than fingers. Invested as she now was, the fact she was not clean added to the excitement, and she now fully processed Emma's earlier comments about what she did with the sex worker.

Emma opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as one might to take a big, wide, lick of an ice cream, and did a single slow lap from top to bottom of the pussy in front of her, scooping the droplets it collected into her mouth. Jennifer slightly drew in her breath as it caught the tip of her clitoris sticking out from under its hood. Emma's tongue disappeared again as she closed her mouth, lifted her head slightly and closed her eyes. For a second Jennifer worried Emma was reacting in disgust, but she realised she was savouring what was in her mouth. Then there was a slight gulp and Emma's neck contracted as she obviously swallowed. Eye's still closed, her mouth returned to the moist flesh before her. Her tongue worked between the folds this time, seeking any last remnants of the toilet, particularly poking and massaging around the urethral opening, Jennifer feeling a last few drops work themselves out. It was followed by a slight sucking feeling as they followed their compatriots down Emma's throat.

Once it became clear there was nothing else to find Emma's eyes opened, and locked with Jennifer's. Even though her lips was still locked to Jennifer's lower set of lips, the fact she was smiling was clear from the creases around her eyes. Jennifer could feel the suction and the stroking of the tongue change its focus to top half of her genitalia, sneaking under her clitoris's protective hood from beneath. She tensed up on the first contact, slightly squeezing the head between her thighs, but as the strokes continued she accustomed herself to the pleasurable sensations in her crotch, relaxing into them, closing her eyes, tiling her head back, and even opening her thighs a little wider to allow better access.

Her breaths were growing deeper, and she could feel the tensing in her groin, sometimes voluntary and sometimes not. She closed her eyes. There was a familiar building pressure, and could feel bead of moisture buildings at the bottom of her vulva, threatening to run down to her asshole. The pressure built into a tingling centred on her clitoris that sent shocks down her thighs, and she could feel a pleasurable feeling building up inside that felt almost wet.

Then it just stopped. The mouth separated, and slightly incensed Jennifer opened her eyes. Emma was smiling. "Hmm... tangy" she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"No fair, I was going to cum, and it was going to be a good one."

"Thanks for the compliment," Emma said as she started extracting herself from under Jennifer's legs and sat back again on the floor "but that was just a taste, for both of us. We can have the main course after dinner in my room. Make sure to drink plenty of water this afternoon." She reached out and gave a couple of gentle pats on Jennifer's lower abdomen, roughly where her recently emptied bladder would be.

Her arousal was gradually fading, but she was still quite worked up, and the implication of what Emma was saying excited her. "So you really meant it when you said you had a girl piss in your mouth?"

"Why would I lie about that? And I am looking forward to a nice long drink direct from the source later. It's been soooo long; I had forgotten how good it was."

"You like the taste?" Jennifer asked with a quizzical, slightly incredulous, expression on her face.

"Like is a little strong. The taste isn't nice exactly, but it is what it represents. Where it comes from; pussies are fun," she added as an aside "the taboo factor, and then the intimacy of a woman sharing something so private and personal. Taking their private fluids into my body. And if someone has had plenty to drink the taste isn't that strong. When I am savouring the taste I am thinking about all of that. So, see you at dinner?"

"Sure..." Jennifer said, at which Emma smiled, stood up and sauntered out the bathroom door. Jennifer waited a few moments, absorbing what had just happened. As her senses and thoughts came back to her fully she sat up properly and then stood up. She didn't need to wipe, Emma had dealt with all that... but then she realised her natural lubrication has been oozing out of her, and much of her crotch and some of her upper thighs was slick with a thin layer of her sticky fluid. She touched it, thought "Ah, it'll be fine" and then absent mindedly sucked her now tacky finger. She said "Guess I should go and find some water" and set off herself.

***

She had several drinks over the afternoon, and then mentally readied herself for dinner. As she approached the dining room she met some of the others walking in. As they entered they found Florence on her back on one of the long tables, splayed out, with her chest heaving from exertion. Alicia was with her, and explained they had been recreating Florence's infamous Don't Worry Darling scene and she just needed a little bit to recover. Last to come in were Ian, Kate & Saoirse. They all looked dishevelled and sweaty, and Kate & Saoirse did not keep their hands off each other during dinner, sitting with their arms around each other, constantly taking breaks to make out with each other, and unashamedly fondling each other's breasts..

Jennifer took the opportunity to sit at the same table opposite Emma, who was grinning, resting her chin on her clasped hands. She spent most of the dinner staring at Jennifer, while making sure Jennifer's water glass was always topped up and encouraging her to drink. Combined with the drinks she had taken in the afternoon Jennifer could feel pressure building in her bladder, and the urgent feeling in her crotch to build again, though this time she started feeling excited about it.

After, Emma took her to her room, closing the door behind them. They each had a bedroom with a double bed, a sink, dresser (a bit overly large given their lack of clothes), and largish "living" space at the bottom of the bed. Nicely appointed with carpet, comfortable bedclothes, they had been told they were cleaned very thoroughly every day. Jennifer was squeezing her thighs, starting to feel a little desperate, and looking about, a little uncertain, what they were about to do starting to play on her mind again. Emma took her hands in her own, and led her to the centre of the open part of the room. "Here" she said, taking her hands and running them over Jennifer's shoulders and arms, to centre her, but also reassure her, a slightly odd look given Jennifer was the taller of the two. Emma looked into her eyes reassuringly, and asked "Shall I help you out. You are looking a little uncomfortable there?" After a second's pause "You still want to do this, right?"

"Yes..." then more confidently, while straightening herself up as much as her urgent bladder would allow "Yes. Yes." The last delivered with her trying to deliver as much certainty as possible through her returned eye contact. She wasn't being coerced into this. She had followed Emma's direction, but of her own free will, knowing where it was heading, and she had found the prospect exciting.

"Right, ok." Emma started stroking her hands further down Jennifer's flanks and started kneeling down in front of her. By the time she was fully on her knees her hands gently cupped Jennifer's ass. Even from such a submissive position she directed things. "So, lets go through some basics. You'll need to spread your legs a bit more, no way I can get a proper angle like this, but that will wait until we're ready to go, I know it is much easier to wait like this." She grinned slightly at those words. "Just to check, you know how to use your kegels to control your flow?"

"Yes?" Jennifer replied, slightly insulted.

"Just checking! Ok, try to make it as slow as you can. Both so I can keep up better, but also to savour the experience more." She grinned again. "I will be swallowing as you go, but even then it's unlikely I will be able to keep up, and I will need to take a breath occasionally, so whenever I squeeze this..." at which Jennifer could feel her left buttock being notably, but not painfully, squeezed by Emma's hand "lovely arsecheeck, hold it." She paused for a second, and then, staring intently in Jennifer's eyes again asked "You ready?"

"Yes," Jennifer nodded.

"Ok. So spread your legs." Emma said, taking one of her hands and, as Jennifer did so, tapping the thighs inside to indicate how far she needed her partners' legs. Jennifer complied and could instantly feel her urinary urge increase, now feeling like it was only her pelvic muscles holding it in. She was glad it wouldn't be for much longer. Emma started positioning herself closer to Jennifer's now slightly spread crotch, sitting on her knees between, and almost under, the spread legs. Her hands reached round to grip Jennifer's ass again, and again gently held the cheeks, but this time adding a little pressure to encourage Jennifer to thrust her hips forward towards Emma's open mouth.

Jennifer was watching this from above, her excitement, or possible anxiety, or maybe both, mixing with the urgency she was feeling in her bladder. She felt butterflies in her stomach as her heart was racing. She was already feeling moisture down in her lower set of lips, and she couldn't be sure if it was the result of her arousal or if she has already leaked a little, though she rationalised it mattered little at this point, given what was about to happen. She also felt a little awkward, that she should be contributing more to the experience, but given her lack of experience with another women wasn't sure what to do. Emma was so close to her genitals, an almost greedy look on her eyes as she was clearly taking in the delectable pink folds of flesh before her. Her mouth opened, ready to enclose the wet slit. Almost out of panic Jennifer blurted out "Yeah, time for your drink, slut."

Emma instantly snapped her head back, closed her mouth and looked Jennifer seriously in the eyes again, a sharp "No" escaping her lips. There was a pause that felt to Jennifer like it lasted forever, both from the continuing urgency in her bladder and a horrible feeling she had screwed everything up. She realised how desperate she now was for Emma's approval, and how much she wanted to proceed with what they had been about to do. Emma finally followed up, here tone slightly softer. "That's not what we are doing here. Let's be clear, no one here is a slut, or a whore, or a dirty bitch, or whatever. This isn't degrading, or shameful. For either of us. We are adult women, and we both want this. We are both choosing to share this experience, which is probably one of the most intimate you can, and requires ultimate trust. You are sharing the gift of your bodily fluids, and I am enthusiastically accepting that gift, and I can tell we are *both* sexually excited by that, and there is nothing to be ashamed of for a woman having sexual drives." Her tone softened further and her expression became supportive, almost apologetic. "You understand?"

Jennifer felt relieved she hadn't ruined anything, and as she absorbed what Emma said her perspective shifted. She was still excited by the taboo nature of what they were about to do, but she also realised how close it would bring the two of them together, how excited she was by the idea of seeing Emma *specifically* accepting her fluids and enjoying them. "Yes" she replied, this time obviously calmly and with a smile on her face.

Emma smiled back, brought herself back to her previous position, opened her mouth wide, and gently took Jennifer's vulva into her mouth. She looked Jennifer in the eyes and gave a little affirmative nod.

Jennifer tried to let go. However, the standing stance with her spread legs wasn't one she was used to going in, and even with the urgent pressure in her abdomen it wasn't exactly easy to release, particularly given she was trying to keep her balance. She wiggled a bit, and almost losing her balance she gently put her hand on the top of Emma's head. She realised she felt a little more stable like that, and she could also play with Emma's hair. With the greater stability she could also relax more, and so she tried to gradually let go, and relaxed her Kegels.

She then felt that feeling within, the familiar point of no return when the bladder releases, and that very momentary sensation of something coming through before she felt her urine leave her body. A movement from Emma made clear her partner had felt the initial surge on her tongue. Jennifer tried to hold the flow back, but hadn't really ever tried to do more than stop her flow before, so initially she was more letting out spurts than controlling the flow. She could see Emma's neck contract each time she swallowed with each new spurt. And then she got handle on the flow, letting her pee flow gradually over Emma's tongue. Emma closed her eyes at this point, presumably partly to savour what was happening, but Jennifer suspected it was also so she could concentrate on her own actions.

It was clear Emma was trying to maintain her beathing through her nose, and the contractions of her throat became more rhythmic to keep up with the stream. Her face looked almost zoned out, like she was lost to the world outside Jennifer's flow, and Jennifer got lost watching her, being aware of nothing outside the sensation of the fluid leaving her emptying bladder, controlling and sharing the stream, and thinking about it flowing into Emma's waiting stomach. After what had felt like an age, but realistically only a few seconds, she was snapped out of her reverie by the promised squeeze on her buttock. Shocked slightly, she tried to stop her stream, but also pulled away from Emma's mouth, misjudging the timing on both, and the last few splashes before she fully held herself in fell on Emma's chin, neck, chest, legs, and a little on the carpeted floor.

"Sorry!" she hurriedly said as she strained to control herself.

Emma, took a large gulp to swallow what remained in her mouth, took a couple of deep breaths, and then said "Don't worry. It can happen. Next time, there's no need for you pull away. I squeeze, you stop peeing, and I will do what I need to, and then I will give you a lick to signal to start again. Let's get back to it. I hope you're not finished?" Jennifer shook her head; the pressure in her bladder was certainly lessened, but she felt she had a lot more to void.

Emma placed her mouth back, and then Jennifer felt her tongue work between the inner lips, and lick across her urethra, sending a shock of sensation into her genitals and bladder, which was difficult to parse whether it stung or was arousing, but she knew what it meant, and let go again. Her fluid flowed through her now stimulated urethral opening and the confusing sensation was no longer a shock but now a confused cross between building arousal and a tingling sensation that was also ironically reminiscent of needing to pee. Emma didn't close her eyes this time, maintaining an eye contact whose sultry eyebrows revealed how much she was into what was happening, but her throat had returned to its regular contracting as she continued to draw the urine into her stomach. Another buttock squeeze, another hold, and another tingling lick, this time with no lost fluids. The last leg was slower, the pressure was no longer present and Jennifer had to "push" to squeeze the last few bits out.

She didn't know when she had last so fully emptied herself, and she felt almost too drained, though in her genitals the urgency she had been experienced was replaced by the odd sensation caused by the urethral stimulation. Once it was clear no more pee was coming, the sensation was briefly added to by Emma's tongue again working and prodding between the folds of her vulva searching for any final droplets. Once convinced there was nothing more to find Emma disengaged her mouth and sat back on her hells, leaving the urgent tingling imprecisely through Jennifer's crotch.

Emma was grinning broadly, widemouthed and lips apart, looking Jennifer straight in the eyes. "Thank you" she started, "It's been so long, and I think it was even better with you than it was before." She put her hand on her belly, as if nursing a large meal." I hope you enjoyed it too?"

"Yes!" Jennifer replied, honestly. It had been so hot seeing Emma taking everything in, and the obvious enjoyment she had been taking from it, and the odd aroused sensation she was experiencing just added to that. "Sorry about dribbling some."

"Oh!" Emma responded, almost as if she was reminded of something. At that she started wiping one of her fingers across her chin, neck, breasts and stomach seemingly to collect some of the thin layer of fluid on her skin, transferring it to her mouth when she had collected enough. "No matter." When she had found everything she could she turned back to Jennifer, grinning, this time with a knowing cant to her eyebrows. "I think it is time to clean you up. Properly this time... to your satisfaction."

She stood up, and took Jennifer by the hand again, and led her over to the dresser, slightly popping out one of the drawers. "Lean on there" she directed, "facing me." She took a position on front of the dresser, and Jennifer realised one of the uses of the dresser, as it was roughly the right height to lean against and use her arms to hold herself up, while she could rest her ass slightly on the popped out drawer for a bit of support, and was clearly securely fitted to take the weight. "Legs apart again. " Emma instructed no-nosensely, which was happily complied with. She then knelt down in front of Jennifer again, and without a pause, took Jennifer's right leg and lifted it over her shoulder, leaving Jennifer supported on her other leg and the dresser, but her genitals further spread for easier access. This was followed by Emma's right hand being placed on the top of her mound with the downward pointed thumb lying on one side of her slit and the forefinger on the other, which then pulled slightly apart to further spread her labia.

Jennifer didn't get much chance to consider her very exposed position as Emma's face disappeared into her crotch and mouth surrounded her upper vulva again, the tongue taking advantage to stroke her now very exposed clitoris. She shuddered slightly at the shock again, and she put a hand on Emma's head again, possible instinctively partially to try and reduce the assault on her exposed sexual centre, but she started to adapt to it before it got as far as that, so instead ended up gently holding Emma's head in place. Like the session before the sensation within her built, quicker this time, what with the priming she had from the expectation all afternoon, the taboo experience she had just had, and the unusual urgent sensation she had already had in her genitals. She felt her natural lubrication building up and oozing out, but another liquid feeling as well. Similar to the almost liquid feeling she would feel normally, but more... wet... or real than in those cases.

She was breathing deeply, and could feel the tingling, warm sensation spreading from her crotch. She knew she would come imminently but that vague sensation of needing to pee, but in a good way, was also getting stronger. She then felt a couple of fingers slide into her now wet, waiting, vaginal passage, adding pressure, but then a beckoning motion to the sensations. Jennifer leant back, head slung back in submission to the sensation. It built with every lick around her clitoris, while spreading further across her crotch, but also inside, and in her limbs, her feet clenching, holding her breath. Felt in her entire body, but also focussed in one place, until her whole world was the pleasure in her genitals, a desperate need to have more, but also have a release, to feel the explosion she could feel coming but also for it to keep on going as long as possible.

And then it came. Well, she did. A letting go within her as she grunted and gasped, the sensation of pulsing in her crotch as her muscles clasped against the fingers inside them, and the waves of pleasure and relaxation passed through the rest of her. There was also an unusual sensation, what felt like almost a more literal letting go within her, and like something leaking in a few short pulses from her. Not that she took it in much, what with her mind comprehending little aside from the physical sensations in her, and then relaxing and heaving her to take in breaths, causing her to slump exhaustedly.

As she calmed down and came to her senses, she could feel Emma's mouth and tongue taking in all it could before detaching, leaving her warm, whole feeling mound feeling a lot cleaner than it had any right to be.

"Well, I am glad that seems to have been appreciated."

"That would be an understatement." Jennifer replied tiredly.

"And you even treated me to a little final tasty dessert." Emma grinned. It dawned on Jennifer that she hadn't imagined the sensation of something leaking from her. It had been real, and it has gone into Emma's waiting mouth.

"Did I... squirt? I don't think I have ever done that before."

"Certainly seemed like it. I certainly wasn't expecting it... but don't worry, I didn't mind, its not like I hadn't just accepted your... fluids already, and it is a compliment really; that I could get you so worked up."

"It... it... it was definitely... *good* for me."

They both stayed as they were, Jennifer leaning against the dresser, looking down at Emma kneeling in front of her who stared back with that coquettish grin again, but with slightly different edge that suggested affection and care. It lasted a few moments that felt like an age. She was unsure who should break the silence, but eventually Jennifer broke the silence.

"So... what now?" she asked, followed after a brief pause with "do... do you... want me to... you know... do the same for you?"

"The same?" Emma looked puzzled, and then a look of realisation spread across her face. "Oh, you mean... I... pee in your mouth? Uhh... do you want to? When I encouraged this I had no expectation of reciprocation. There's no pressure at all, I did what I did because I enjoy it. I didn't expect anyone to share my... predilection."

Jennifer thought for a second. She had not ever imagined doing something like this before, but she thought back to Emma's words about *why* she enjoyed it, the expression on her face, and once again to how 'naughty' it was. She felt a tingle again down in her still sensitive loins. She was nervous to admit it. "Umm... yeah? I certainly would like to try it out."

Emma paused for a bit, chewing her lip. "Erm... truth is, I have never done it this way round, I have only been the receiver, I had never considered... giving. And the truth is I haven't been drinking water to make sure it isn't too... strong, especially for your first taste... but maybe tomorrow?" She raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"Yes," Jennifer nodded.

Emma's smile broadened. "Well, that's a date then, but... if you would *like* to do something for me..." Jennifer nodded "what we just did made me so wet..." she leant back onto her haunches, and parted her thighs, revealing her crotch "and I really would appreciate some help to... you know, finish. Your mouth would be perfect to get me there, and given how sticky I am, I would benefit from a clean-up before bedtime. And... you know... it would give you a chance to taste me before tomorrow."

Jennifer nodded, and this time there was no hesitation or uncertainty. As she had said, she hadn't had sex with a woman before, but the idea of having a woman's spread thighs before her, eating her out, tasting her fluids, had been something she occasionally fantasised about as long as she could remember having sexual fantasies. Emma stood up, and climbed onto her bed, lay down on her back, head propped up on a pillow, and spread her thighs wide, with her knees bent and her feet on the covers, utterly exposed with an expectant grin on her face.

Jennifer walked over, clambered onto the bed, and crawled up between Emma's legs, and slipped her arms under each of the bent legs so they were supported on her shoulders. Her face was inches away from the delicious treat before her. The splayed thighs nestled between them now puffy outer lips, topped by the trimmed dark fuzz. Between them Emma's inner folds were fully exposed, clearly swollen and wet. Obviously sticking out at the top was her clitoris, engorged and pink.

Jennifer inhaled deeply. She was rewarded with a mix of the musky scent of sex, that familiar smell of moist, aroused genitals and fresh sweat. She felt a faint tingle in her own crotch again, and felt a hunger rise in her, a need to feed on the source of the heady aroma. While she had never done this herself, she knew what worked her up, and so she resisted the temptation to rush straight to the main course, so she looked Emma straight in the eyes as she lowered her mouth to the top of the left thigh before her. She planted a slow, gentle, open mouthed kiss, taking advantage to briefly lick the skin, tasting the salt of the thin layer of fresh sweat. She swapped to the right thigh to repeat, but this time briefly nuzzled the leg, driving her mouth and nose into the skin. Her left cheek caught Emma's lips, and as she backed off she could feel a sticky patch remained on her skin.

She worked her way leg to leg, gradually closer to the aroused mound between them, all the time watching Emma's grinning face. Just as she was due to plant her first kiss on the outer lips themselves, she instead slipped lower down and instead kissed the top of Emma's butt cheek.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Emma let out jokingly. "I think I have waited long enough for your tongue, and I can tell you're dying for a taste" her expression the cheeky sultry expression Jennifer knew well at this point. "I don't want to blow my own trumpet too much, but I think you're in for a treat." Jennifer thought she was being a bit big headed... but she couldn't deny she was looking forward to it.

Her lips were next planted on Emma's outer set. This time she got her first taste not only of skin and sweat, but the slick fluid of arousal. It clung to her lips and as she pulled away again she licked her lip, getting a faintly slimy sensation with a faint salty taste. Inoffensive from a purely taste point of view, but still intoxicating when remembering its origins and the arousal of her partner it represented. She followed up by finally taking the folds of Emma's inner lips gently into her mouth. The taste of Emma's skin filled her mouth. She followed by taking a long slow lick up the length of Emma's slit, catching her clitoris at the top, matched by a slight shudder and satisfied intake of breath. Jennifer drew Emma's juices that were now collected on her tongue deeper into her mouth, briefly savouring the taste and sensation again before swallowing the thick slick treat, briefly closing her eyes.

"If you enjoyed that more is available, the dispenser button just needs a bit more attention." Emma piped up. She was rewarded with some suction on her most sensitive organ, sending shocks of pleasure through her groin, which she responded to by leaning further back, closing her eyes and trying to spread her legs further. Jennifer now spent her time concentrating on the clit in her mouth, changing between sucking on it and it's hood, rhythmically licking between the folds. She could feel as fluid oozed from deeper within her partner's sex, and every now and again she repeated the large lap to collect it. The sexual hunger she felt drove her to ingest everything she could of what Emma leaked.

Emma's breathing was become deeper, and all she now cared about was the sensation between her legs. Her tingling wet feeling of sex, centred on her clitoris, but spreading through her entire groin, both across into the tension in her legs, into her abdominal muscles, around her tensing anus, and deeper into her. Each lick and suck heightened the sensation, and she could feel each seepage from her glands with each tensing of the ring of muscles around her gaping vulva.

She could feel the sexual crisis was coming and dropped her head back with her lips slightly parted to enjoy every step up the slope. Heat was building up inside her sexual passage, but also all over her chest, which was flushed red, not that she was in a position to notice. Then, with one final sucking sensation Jennifer's lips and tongue sent her over the edge. For a second nothing existed for her except the sensation of bliss between her legs, released with a grunt she was unaware of making. After the initial height she could feel the pleasurable contractions, each sending pleasant, but lesser, shocks through her, and the feeling of her sexual fluids oozing quite freely from her newly relaxed orifice. She lay there breathing peacefully while she felt Jennifer finishing the job by cleaning her whole crotch with her tongue. After a bit she opened her eyes and looked down into the source of her release's eye's.

"Thanks. Fuck... I needed that. I'll sleep well tonight. I hope you enjoyed it too?"

Jennifer, still lying between her legs, but now just resting her head against one of Emma's thighs, responded "God, yes. I have always fantasized about going down on a girl before, but until now I didn't realise how much I wanted it. I felt like I could have almost come from eating you out."

Emma smiled, and then, with her eyes closed, patted sleepily beside her on the bed, "Come up here, and lets just sleep." Jennifer crawled up and snuggled up, and both quickly drifted off to sleep, Emma's mumbling some last semi-conscious words "We have a busy day tomorrow... I have a drink for Jennifer Lawrence."