The Girls of Central Valley High

Now it was Moira's turn to lean back against the wall, close her eyes, and enjoy the attention.

Soft moans of pleasure filled the air as Hannah's nimble fingers and tongue worked her own particular brand of magic. She may not have had Moira's decades of experience, but there was something to be said for youthful exuberance. Each successive touch sent a wave of delight across Moira's body, a tide building in strength and frequency.

With her mouth pressed tight against Moira's pussy, Hannah's tongue darted to and fro, working its way across her sensitive places. Spots that produced the most satisfying joys, evidenced by Moira's increasing moans of appreciation.

As Moira drifted in a sea of bliss, Hannah's mind again rolled back the years, recalling the days, and, more importantly, the nights when today's reality was but a forbidden fantasy. If she could've looked into the thoughts of the woman she was trying so hard to pleasure, Hannah would've found similar recollections.

The conflagration Hannah's efforts had ignited in Moira continued to gain strength, sending her spiraling down a whirlpool of ecstasy. Moira had brought her hands to her own breasts, squeezing the supple flesh tightly, adding to her pleasures. Knowing her climax was so very near, she found herself filled with an unexpected ambiguity. On one hand, she greatly wanted to reach that goal, especially at the hand, and mouth, of the woman who was bringing her there. On the other, part of her didn't want the journey to end.

The former won over the latter as the tidal forces building within her cascaded over her last barrier of resistance, causing her body to shudder in ecstasy as she hurtled into the abyss. It was one of the most satisfying orgasms she could remember, made more so by the fact of who had given it to her.

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They eventually did make it up to the second floor bedroom, where they enjoyed an encore performance. One not as urgent, but with an end result equally satisfying. So much so that immediately afterwards, they dozed off in each other's arms, enjoying the sleep of the contented - not to wake until the sun had begun to drop beneath the horizon.

"Oh my lord, look at the time," Moira called as she lifted her head and the clock on the nightstand came into focus. "We're slept the rest of the day away."

Rolling over in response to her outcry, Hannah leaned over the older woman's body to see the time for herself. Then she leaned down and kissed her on the shoulder.

"Was there some place that you needed to be?" Hannah inquired.

"Yes, I mean no," Moira replied. "I just meant that we've missed just about all of the day's events."

Considering what she'd read of the program at the brunch, Hannah found the comment surprising.

"Do you really think that trivia and checking out old yearbooks would've been half as interesting as the way we spent our afternoon?" Hannah asked.

"No, of course not," Moira smiled.

"Then, I guess it would be fair to say that anything scheduled for tomorrow would pretty much fall into the same category, don't you think?" Hannah added.

It didn't escape Moira's notice that, as she'd asked her question, Hannah had shifted her body so as to let the thin sheet she had been wrapped in fall away, giving a clear view of her nakedness.

"That would probably be true," she agreed with an even broader smile.

"So skipping tomorrow's events would be no great loss either," Hannah said, returning the smile.

"I guess not," Moira said, shifting herself to face Hannah,

"but since the reunion runs to Monday morning, however shall we pass the time?"

"Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something," Hannah grinned as they closed the distance between them and met in the middle for a kiss.

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