Penelope looked Charron up and down critically. “Why don’t you just wear a sign that says ‘Fuck Me Silly.”

       “Hey, sourpuss!” But Char didn’t take offense. Instead her tawny, golden brown eyes shone with suppressed laughter.

       “Don’t mind her Char, she’s just mad because her red dress is at the cleaners. Come on sweetie, you can borrow one of mine. I’ll help you dress.” Vanessa grabbed Penelope by the wrist and dragged her into the bedroom they shared.

       Charron called after them, “Hey, you two…don’t get caught up in anything for too long. By the time I curl my hair and slip into some strappy stilettos I want you two to be ready.”

       Wasting no time, Penelope shucked her baby-doll T-shirt in the doorway giving Vanessa what she wanted—full view and access to her perfect round globes. Vanessa pushed her roommate backward until the back of Penelope’s knees hit the king-size bed. Penelope sat abruptly as Vanessa prodded her legs apart and kneeling between, palmed one of Penelope’s full breasts, kneading it gently, almost tenderly. With reverence she placed her lush mouth on the peach-hued nipple and laved it with her tongue.

       “Uhh, yeah Van. You know what I like!” Penelope grabbed a handful of Vanessa’s red curls and pushed her face into her firm morsels. “Suck me, Van. You know you want to. Do it!”

       Vanessa latched onto one of Penelope’s hardening mounds and let her tongue suckle, at first gently, then with a fierce suction. She could feel the nipple prune into a tight bud in her mouth that begged to be released.

       “Now the other one!” Penelope pleaded.

       But Vanessa pulled her head back. “There isn’t enough time. On to the finale.” She pushed Penelope back until her elbows held her at an angle from the bed and pushed the blonde’s knees apart. “Shimmy out of those jeans…now!” She ordered, reaching up to pinch Penelope’s nipple to remind her of who was in charge. The nipple quickly hardened again into a tight nub.

       Penelope shucked the jeans while lying on the bed then quickly reassumed her vulnerable position. Vanessa came at her like a cat on the prowl, rising up between her roomie’s legs like Aphrodite from the ocean. Penelope couldn’t help the shiver of anticipation just thinking of what was to come.

       “Now be a good girl Penn and don’t make a sound until I tell you it’s okay. I don’t have time to punish you, but you wait until later tonight and I will make you scream my name if you don’t obey me. Now ease all the way back and let me just make myself comfortable.”

Penelope’s breath was coming in short excited gasps as she complied and lay back on the covers, her legs splayed wantonly. “I’ll be good, Van. Honest. Just do me before Char comes in. You know how annoyed she gets with our games.”

       “Shut up Penn. Silence!” From between the mattress, Vanessa brought forth a black leather-riding crop with a small ribbon of leather attached to the tip. Gently she raked the leather strip down Penelope’s thigh, then brought it sharply up until it tweaked her labia majora gently.

       “Please, Van. I can’t stand it when you tease me! Make me cream.”

       Vanessa used the end of the crop to part Penelope’s nether lips and bending low, blew deeply inside. Penelope almost rose off the bed in ecstasy, but Vanessa pushed her down. “Tell me what you want slut. Tell me or I’ll walk away right now!” Vanessa’s tone would break no argument. She was harsh, but knew Penn loved her sex games, and the more dominant the better.

       “I...I...” Penelope’s lips trembled. The leather ribbon of the crop lashed her upper thigh.

       “Speak up, whore! Tell me what it is you want before my patience runs out.”

       “I want you to lick me until I come, then fuck me until I beg for release!”

       “You didn’t say, please!” Vanessa ground her mouth down on Penelope’s delicate moist folds, thrusting her tongue inside. She made certain to flick the sides of the textured canal, making Penelope twitch on the bed in anticipatory agony.

       “Please!” Penelope screamed.

       Vanessa grabbed Penelope’s bottom and forced it upward until her tongue could reach deep into the recesses of the blonde’s musky depths. With her finger she found the little nub just at the outside of the vagina where she manipulated the button, rimming her fingertip while alternating thrusting her tongue, in and out. Penelope tried to rise up and find release from her frustrated agony, but Vanessa was the stronger of the two and easily held her down as she worked her will on the younger girl.

       From experience, Vanessa knew when Penelope was about to come, but she also knew the first climax for Penelope was not the climax. The girl had to be coaxed to give it up. She felt Penelope clench her muscles and shudder, shivering delicately. “That’s it, honey. Let the first one happen. I promise to make the second one good. Very good.”

       “Vanessa, make it happen for me! Please!” Penelope whimpered as anticipation made her edgy. She could feel the second orgasm building, but it just wouldn’t crest.

       Vanessa grabbed the pillow from the head of the bed and thrust it under Penelope’s hips, driving them up. With a practiced hand she placed two of her long fingers together and shoved them into Penelope, all the way up to the knuckle. She worked them back and forth, and up and down, as Penelope bucked like an erotic bronco.

       When Penelope grabbed Vanessa’s head and forced it between her legs, Vanessa recognized the urgent signal and ran her tongue over the blonde’s clitoris, all the while keeping her fingers moving. Penelope’s groan was more of a guttural growl as Vanessa felt a rush of wetness against her mouth. She held Penelope’s hips with one hand and lapped up moisture like a cat licks cream. Her fingers eased out and Penelope finished her climax against Vanessa’s tongue.

       Vanessa flopped beside Penelope on the bed and pulled the younger girl’s head onto her own chest. “You always taste like candy apples. I don’t know how you do it.”

       “Let me see.” Penelope raised her head and gave Vanessa a kiss, running her own tongue into Vanessa’s mouth. She licked her lips tasting herself. “I guess it’s okay.”

       “What do I taste like?” Vanessa queried.

       “I’ll let you know.” Penelope shimmied down Vanessa and was unzipping her pants when there was a pounding on the door.

       “You two had better be ready in fifteen minutes or you forfeit the bet!” Charron sounded serious.       

       “Later.” Vanessa looked at Penelope, promise in her eyes. “Let’s get ready or Queen Char will have a tizzy fit. You know she isn’t as playful as she used to be. That’s one of the reasons I went along with her little game. She needs to lighten up! Not to mention that month of no rent will be awesome.”

       “If you win! And to do that you have to beat me! All’s fair in love and war.”

       “Oh, come on Penn. No one gets down and dirty like me.”

       “I can take the initiative when it suits me,” Penn slapped Vanessa on the butt as she rose from the bed and strolled to the closet.

       “That’s gonna cost you, sweetie! I get to dress you. What I say goes.”

       Penelope’s hand was on a black spandex dress with a red rose applique trailing down the front.

       “Uh-Uh,” Vanessa vetoed. “That’s mine. You wear the white satin jeans and this…” Vanessa held up a delicate, red lace push-up bra.

       “Where’s the shirt?” Penelope looked disappointed at the blasé outfit. Vanessa really was punishing her.

       “No shirt, pet.” Vanessa licked her lips. “Just the pants and bra.”

       Penelope smiled, “The guys at the door will love it! I know I do!” She turned and pressed Vanessa against the closet door with her naked body. Standing on tiptoe, she placed a finger against Vanessa’s lips and forced her mouth apart. Removing her finger, Penelope replaced it with her tongue, running it along the delicate edges of the taller girl’s mouth, then darting the tip inside. One of Penelope’s hands sought Vanessa’s breast through the thin tank top. This was a super-sensitive area for Vanessa and her knees buckled. Penelope would have followed her down but a noise behind them broke them apart.

       Charron stood, arms akimbo, looking none-too-amused. “I’ll bet if it were your night to get it on at the club you’d be waiting at the door, car keys in hand. Now move your asses!”

       “Relax, Char.” Vanessa straightened, “Just because you don’t go both ways, don’t take it out on those of us who do. Let me and Penn shower and shimmy into our clothes and we’ll be right with you. Honestly, you’re worse than a drill sergeant.”

       “Separate showers!” Charron warned, “And I’m not kidding. Some of us like a good stiff penis making it happen and not a twat. No offense girls, but you do try my patience. And there’s no time for hair care so go as you are.”

       Vanessa was already in the bathroom. “There’s not enough styling products in the world to tame these curls. So no loss there.”

       Penelope was already at the vanity running a light film of gel through her short blonde curls giving herself a sexy rumpled bed-head look that lasted all-night, no matter the circumstances. “Can I use your shower, Char? Saves time.”

       “Sure, that way I don’t have to keep an eye on you two.”

       Naked and not caring, Penelope walked by Char, stopping to bump her bare hip against her roommate. “You sure you don’t want to give it a try? I could really get into having those long legs of yours wrapped around me.”

       “Honey, if I do consider it, you will be the first to know. But tonight the only thing these gams are going to wrap around is some lucky devil with a hard one in his pants, and I don’t mean his wallet!”