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What's it like as predator, instead of prey?
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Chapter #3

Eating lunch with Kate.

    by: manubestofplus Author IconMail Icon
*an addition by: Enigma the Fox*

Slowly you lick your teeth, grinning at her and stepping forward. Your hand glides over her thigh, past her own fingers, to barely caress her underwear of choice. A lacy little thong.

"You're gonna get us both in trouble, I know it. But I just have to have you. I like Tim (Your boyfriend), but there are some things only another girl really knows how to do."

She closes her eyes, head tipping back as her legs wrap around your waist to hug you closer.

"Oh yeah...maybe we can show him sometime. If he's really nice."

You both giggle a little, then embrace in a deep kiss. You've known Kate since you were both nine, and after growing up so close it seemed only natural to get a little closer. Your fingers make their way around the cotton barrier, stroking the moistening folds of Kate's mound. She lets out a little moan, pressing her hips closer, demanding more attention. The flavor of her tongue around yours is irresistable. Every flavor seems enhanced somehow, now that you think about it. Which makes you wonder...

Gradually you break the kiss, pulling off her thong. As it drops to the kitchen tile, you kneel, head nuzzling one of her thighs. She gives a coo of delight, lifting her legs onto your shoulders as you trail a series of kisses further towards your still-moving fingers. Her miniskirt now hiked up around her hips and butt, she leans back on the counter, biting her lip while your mouth closes on her now-dripping sex. Taste explodes onto your tongue, irresistable. Every drop is lapped up by your probing muscle, and the lapping only entices more from her. Her hips wiggle under your face, and it takes all she has not to cry out when the orgasm hits her. Your only clue is a stifled moan, and a sudden shivering tense of her muscles. When you lift your head away, she's panting, cheeks flushed and red.

"Wow...just like last time....it was amazing."

Yet you aren't really listening. Your tongue craves more of her taste, and your stomach craves filling.

You have the following choices:

1. She's on the counter, just like food...

2. Tell her the truth, before it's too late.

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