T-Girl Meets T-Girl

"Take care of him? Are you a hitwoman in between your shifts as sex goddess supreme?" Ashley punched Charlene's shoulder playfully, accidentally exposing one full tit. She watched Charlene's nipple rapidly stiffen in the cold air.

"I wouldn't kill him. That old beau of yours was a nice piece of boy-meat. I wouldn't hurt him."

"Then what?" Ashley asked, scooting her chair in closer to Charlene.

"I'd take him out one night and get him really drunk. He'd wake up the next morning with a hangover, a tattoo on his ass that reads 'Charlene was here' and the mother lode of all ass aches." Charlene answered with a smile.

"Charlene!" Ashley jumped into her friend's lap and playfully wrestled her, "You're fucking crazy." She licked her thumb and wiped away remnants of the makeup Charlene had on last night from below her eye, "I just absolutely adore you for it." Ashley looked at her friend with a wry grin.

"I still think you need to get over him. You're freaking gorgeous. Anyone would worship your dick given half a chance." Charlene ruffled her hand through Ashley's hair.

Ashley watched Charlene's full lips move as she spoke and she felt the urge to touch them. Run her finger across them and feel how soft they must be. Instead of her finger, Ashley ended up using her lips. They pressed sweetly against Charlene's and kissed.

Neither girl made any effort to move, both content to let this little kiss play out. Ashley slowly pulled her lips off Charlene's lips and the girls stared at each other. Ashley with a dreamy look on her pretty face and Charlene looking a little surprised, but with her lips curling into a smile.

"And I'm the bad girl, huh?" Charlene joked.

Ashley said nothing, preferring to mash her lips against Charlene's again. Ashley's tongue snaked into her friend's mouth and lapped at her tongue. They smooched, pleasantly enjoying the softness and warmth of one another.