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When we got back to the hotel, it felt natural to grab Blair’s hand and tug her closer to me as we walked to our room. The instant we were inside she swung around, backing me up against the door with a mischievous look in her eyes.

“I think I owe you an orgasm,” she said, pressing her curvy little body against mine.

My body voted yes before my brain finished the sentence, a rush of moisture soaking my panties.

“You don’t owe me anything,” I reminded her, even as my brain screamed at me to shut up and enjoy what was going to happen.

She slipped her hand between my legs, cupping my mound through the fabric of my pants and boldly giving me a little squeeze. “Still, I like to pay my debts.”

Blair pulled my head down for a kiss, giving my lower lip a sharp nip to encourage me to open for her. Her tongue claimed my mouth, and I was delighted by her unexpected boldness. I knew she didn’t have a lot of experience, but then again, she definitely had a lot of self-confidence.

Her hand snaked down inside my pants, rubbing my mound through my underwear while she continued to kiss me. When her fingers slid under the waistband to stroke through my folds, I cried out against her mouth. Behind me the edge of the doorknob pressed into my side, heightening the sensations.

She pulled away and before I clocked what she was doing, Blair dropped to her knees. I released a startled gasp, but she was already unzipping my pants and sliding them down my legs until she got tangled up in my shoes. Rolling her eyes at herself, she lifted up first one foot, then the other, tugging my pants and shoes off and tossing them behind her. Then she came back for my panties.

If I’d known this trip would go this way I would have brought cute underwear. Since I thought I’d be driving all day and sleeping alone I’d only brought my comfortable but boring boy shorts.

“Sexy,” Blair whispered. “I’ve never seen underwear like this.”

“They’re comfortable,” I said inanely.

Once I was naked from the waist down Blair scooted closer, her hands stroking my waist, belly, and thighs while she studied my cunt like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.

She lowered her head, licking along the outside before slipping inside to explore my folds with her tongue. Her movements were tentative, like she was trying to figure out what to do and afraid to make a mistake. After the third time she stopped to look up at me for reassurance I said, “Don’t think, just follow your instincts. Do what feels good to you, and if I don’t like it, I’ll tell you.”

She caught her lip between her teeth for an instant before saying, “Okay.”

I’d told myself this was a road trip thing. It didn’t feel like a road trip thing. It felt like something more, but I didn’t want to analyze that right now.

Blair lowered her head and began licking me up and down, her confidence growing as she went along. I tunneled my fingers into her hair, directing her where I wanted her, and being vocal about how good it felt. When she licked inside of my opening I cried out, then groaned when she pulled away.

“Does that feel okay?” she asked.

“Yes Blair! That feels so good. Keep doing that.”

She didn’t need any more encouragement to begin licking inside me with regular thrusts. I unbuttoned my blouse so I could pinch and tweak my nipples, heightening my excitement. I was close, but I needed more.

“My clit Blair,” I gasped. “Use your fingers.”

She complied immediately, circling it with her thumb a few times then rubbing it firmly. I was so aroused that my bud was sensitive, her touch straddling the line between pleasure and pain. Then she pinched it between her fingers and everything inside me seemed to explode all at once.

“Blair!”

I was pulling her hair with enough force that I was surprised I didn’t rip some of it from her scalp. She didn’t complain though, instead she kept licking and pinching until my orgasm ended and my body was shaking with aftershocks.

When I pulled her head back Blair dropped to her heels. My knees gave out and I slid down the door, my ass wedged between the wood and her knees, my legs on either side of her hips. I leaned forward to give her a quick kiss.

“Was that okay?” she asked when I pulled away.

“You made me come so hard I collapsed on the floor,” I told her. “I think it was more than okay, Blair.”

She gave me a smile that was pure sin. “Well this has been fun, what can we do next?”

The answer, as it turned out, was shower. The hotel had a walk-in shower and while it wasn’t huge, it was big enough that we could both move around in there. We took turns cleaning ourselves and shampooing our hair with the overly scented vanilla shampoo the hotel had provided. Then I turned Blair to face the tile wall.

“Keep your hands here,” I said, setting them on either side of her head.

Then I wrapped myself around her, one hand squeezing her breast while the other dipped between her legs.