Specialty

Tristan Smith leaned over the stove, pressing her long, maroon-colored hair into her her chest to keep the strands from igniting. Her pedicured nails dug into her milky white skin as she gasped. The new Italian soup recipe she'd wanted to try for days was finally being put to the test, but, by the way the sepia fluids began to erupt and splatter, she had a feeling the exam would be a failure.

"Fuck," she cursed quietly, twisting the knob on the stove to turn off the burner. She grabbed two oven mitts, quickly forcing her slim fingers into the large crevices, and grasped the handles of the metallic pot, placing it on an adjacent, cool stove top. After waving one of her covered hands over the smoking soup, she peered down into it. The smell was rather good, she noted, taking in the onions, carrots, roasted potatoes, celery, and fresh parsley. The color, however, wasn't as pleasing -- something may have died in there when she hadn't paid attention.

Tristan was curious to taste it. Looks could be deceiving, sure. But the look of this was certainly not desirable, and Tristan was very tempted to just pour the possible toxicity down the drain. The woman sighed. She could hear her mother's voice in her head: "How do you know if you don't like it if you don't try it?"

"Thanks, Mom," Tristan moaned as she trudged over to a drawer and pulled out a spoon. She held the silverware in her mitt-covered hand and prepared to take a taste, but the bang from the collision of the basement door and the wall made the spoon fall from her palm into the warm crock.

"Holy hell, what's that smell?" Courtney Regals called from the hallway outside the kitchen. Her thick brown hair swayed from behind her head as she skidded into the open room, her nostrils a flare.

"That depends," Tristan said, feeling her frightened heart pulsate beneath her skin. "Is it a good or bad smell?"

Courtney strode over to the stove. She bent her neck over the container, closed her eyes, and inhaled. "It smells great," she praised, opening her eyes to meet Tristan's nervous ones. "May I try a bite?"

The redhead laughed softly. "The spoon's in there." She pointed into the Italian meal, where Courtney's eyes followed. "You scared me just as I was prepping for a spoonful," Tristan explained, tugging off the thick oven mitts.

Chuckling, Courtney replied, "Oh, I see."

Much to Tristan's surprise, Courtney moved her hand down into the heated pot and snagged the utensil. Tristan gasped for Courtney, expecting the other girl to inhale sharply as well, but she only flinched a tiny bit at the severe warmth that teased her fingertips. "Courtney!" the cook cried, her blue eyes wide.

The other woman continued to giggle. "What, doll?" she inquired, taking the spoon out from the pit and holding it high above, letting tiny, dark brown drips trickle back down.

Amazed by her roommate's coolness, Tristan couldn't speak. The soup had to have burned her fingers, if not her entire hand. It was just on the burner, for Christ's sake! And Courtney had no care for this fact; she just dove in, ready to devour the food in one swallow. She may have risked her fingerprints for a shitty bite, to add.

Courtney smirked at the mute, gaping mouth before her. "It's no biggie, babe," she clarified. "Really!" Then she lifted the spoon up to her pink lips and sipped. Her jaw moved a few times, along with her eyes, then she proceeded to swallow, smacking her lips to end the test.

Tristan found her voice. "How--" She paused to clear her throat. "Is it?" Okay, she found some of her voice.

The brunette's eyes continued to roam around the room as though she had to ponder over this. "Honestly..." Courtney began, purposely delaying her answer to make Tristan fret, "...it's a little burnt."

Tristan's eyes drooped. "Yeah?" she asked sadly.

Courtney nodded, her eyes sympathetic. "It's alright, babe."

"Fuck," the redhead whimpered, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Aw, don't get down on yourself, sweetie," the brunette said, putting the spoon down on the counter. She wiped her hand off from the juice and touched the other woman's face, cradling her right cheek. "I have to let you know something, though."

A heavy sigh shook Tristan's body. "What?" she whispered, looking away from Courtney's piercing black eyes. If she even glimpsed up at them, the disappointment rattling inside her would surely break her down, and she was not going to cry over burnt soup.

"There's something I really want," Courtney said softly, her fingertips caressing the skin of Tristan's pink face. "One of your specialties."

Tristan swallowed down the emotional moisture that had gathered in her throat. "Specialties?" she asked, her eyes chancing a glance of confusion up at the brunette.

"Yes," the other woman responded, her face closer to her roommate's. "Your special specialty, actually."

Now she really was lost. "Courtney, what are you talking about?" Tristan whimpered. She didn't want to play this guessing game.

A soft giggle escaped her mouth, making Tristan's heart flutter. "Tristan." Courtney leaned in close to her friend, her lips centimeters from the other woman's. "I want," she purred, "your pussy."

Tristan gasped at Courtney's words. She felt herself immediately dampen as Courtney finished her statement. "My..."

"Yes, your pussy," Courtney repeated in a husky whisper, her mouth gracing over Tristan's lips. "May I..." she teased, "have a bite?"

Breathing heavily, Tristan moved forward, pressing herself into the woman. Their lips locked and both women moaned. Courtney's tongue tickled the slit between Tristan's lips, letting itself in. She traced the organ along Tristan's tender gums, making the girl groan in delight. Courtney's hands slid around Tristan's back and undid the knot of the apron around the redhead's waist.

The two pulled away from each other, and stared deep into each other's eyes. Both were ready and craving. Courtney let her hand fall from Tristan's soft cheek. "Take off your clothes," she commanded in a thick voice, her eyes heavy with desire.

Tristan nodded and pulled the loop of the apron up and over her head. She undid her blouse and let it fall, then unclasped her lacy bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. She unbuttoned her dark jeans with shaky hands and shimmied out of them. Her panties were last. After she discarded those, she dipped a finger into her snatch and shuddered. She was so wet.

As Tristan undressed, Courtney turned away and literally shoved everything off of the dining room table. Bills, magazines, napkins, pens, bottles of water, even the glass vase filled with daisies were pushed onto the linoleum floor, landing with smacks, clatters, and crashes. She then turned her attention back to her roommate and nearly pounced on her then.

Tristan stood unclothed near the counter. Her body was slim and as white as milk. Her breasts were full and round, topped with little, pink nipples. Her pussy was bare and her inner thighs were already starting to glisten from her succulent juices.

"Lie down on the table," Courtney ordered, her breathing unsteady.

Tristan walked around her roommate and climbed onto the wooden platform, shivering from the coldness. She fell back onto her back and spread her legs, the cool air kissing her pussy's lips. A moan left her mouth, drawing the brunette up onto the platform as well. "God, you're fucking gorgeous," Courtney whispered, laying her body over Tristan's.

The rough material of Courtney's jeans rubbed against Tristan's wetness, grazing over her erect clit. "Fuck!" she cried, scraping her nails along the wood.

Courtney pressed her lips into Tristan's neck, suckling the skin eagerly. Tristan's clit continued to be gently stroked by Courtney's denim trousers while her neck was assaulted. "Oh fuck, Courtney," she panted, growing hornier by the second.

The brunette's lips traveled further down until they were nestled in the path between Tristan's two milky mounds. Courtney turned her head to the side and wrapped her tongue around the redhead's erect nipple. Tristan moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around Courtney's hips. "Yes, Courtney..." Courtney nipped the nub with her teeth, then suckled upon it affectionately. "Mmm... fuck," Tristan whimpered, pressing her hands into Courtney's dark locks. Courtney turned her head to the other nipple and repeated the assault on that one as well, giving it proper attention.

"I'm ready for the main course," Courtney purred as she trailed down the redhead's midsection. "Are you?"

"God, Courtney..." Tristan moaned, staring up at the ceiling. "Eat me out already!"

Courtney's fingers held onto Tristan's thighs, keeping them spread for easier access. Tristan's pussy was dripping wet and Courtney's appetite was thickening. Courtney's tongue drew up the wet slit, her taste buds dancing with joy. Tristan arched her back forward and let out a very pleased moan. Courtney's tongue continued the movement, appreciating the saltiness of the redhead's snatch.

"Co-- C-Courtney... Oh, fuck me..." Tristan pleaded through pants, her orgasm building and building.

Courtney pressed her lips deeper into her friend's folds and began to nibble on the sweet juices that kept coming. "Mmm... you taste so fucking good, baby," Courtney mumbled, licking her lips. "I want you for dinner every night."

"Th-- That--" Tristan tried to say but cried out before she was close to finishing. Courtney had plunged her tongue down into Tristan's delicious canal, lapping at her fluids. "Courtney!"

The brunette took out her tongue and pushed in two of her fingers as a replacement. Tristan's body adjusted easily and started clamping down on them. "Oh yeah," Courtney urged as she popped her head up for a look at the redhead. Her face was pink again and her hands were starting to imprint themselves onto the wood. "Come on, baby. Cum for me. Give me my dessert."

"F-- Oh, fuck!" Tristan yelled, feeling her orgasm course through her veins into her head, her fingers, her toes. Courtney's fingers curled and caressed a tender point inside Tristan, and that was her breaking point. "I'm cum-- Courtney!"

Courtney pumped her digits a few more times as Tristan released her last flow of juices. She knelt down and lapped up the salty liquid, moaning at the luscious taste. She listened to Tristan pant and moan, slowly regaining her composure. Smiling, Courtney peered upward. "Best damn meal I've ever eaten," she exclaimed, planting a passionate kiss on the redhead. "Thank you so much, babe."

Letting out a few more heavy breaths, Tristan grinned back. "Pleasure... was all mine..."

Courtney's lips lingered over Tristan's jaw, then started back down her neck. She stopped, glanced up at her roommate, then stretched her lips into a wicked grin. "Hey, babe," Courtney started, catching the woman's eyes. "Is there more for seconds?"

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