And then Jules pushed Vivian’s thighs wider apart so she could see everything, It wasn’t as embarrassing as she’d thought it might be, and wow was Vivian ever soaking wet, all because of her. She leaned forward and licked. The taste down here was sharp, fresh, and it did pleasant things to Jules’s brain.

Vivian said, “Nnngh!” and rubbed Jules’s back with her left foot. Jules tried to remember stuff she liked herself. But she liked it rough, which Vivian obviously didn’t.

She might as well learn by trial and error. Vivian had liked it when Jules had rubbed her here, just to the left (her left) of the clit, so she licked there too, very gently.

Vivian arched and hissed.

“Tell me what to do,” Jules said. “Tell me what you like.” How strange that she actually had to prompt Vivian to give her orders.

She licked again. A hand suddenly dug into her hair, and Jules asked, “What do you like?”

“I don’t know—everything.” Vivian panted. “Just keep, just…no fingers, though,” she added suddenly. “I’m a little sore.”

“Are you okay?” Jules pulled away as her libido instantly withered.

With a tiny cry, Vivian yanked at her hair.

“Ow!”

“I’m fine. Now, for God’s sake, will you please—!”

Relieved and now sore herself, Jules quickly bent back down.

“Oh-h-h,” Vivian finished, arching her back blissfully.

Jules thought fast. No fingers, she’d said, but she loved it when Jules went inside, so…

When she slid her tongue in just a little, Vivian stiffened and squeaked, and when Jules twitched her tongue up and down gently, Vivian sobbed. Then she moved up higher and lazily rolled her tongue over the clitoris again and again until Vivian’s breathing went hysterical and she let go of Jules’s hair to claw at the bedsheets.

She gasped. “Don’t—stop—please—”

Jules carefully pushed back the hood, teased the little pearl directly with just the tip of her tongue—

“Oh, my God!”

Vivian’s thighs clenched, and Jules suddenly found her mouth and chin soaked in come. Delicious. She licked again, and Vivian actually shrieked, pressing her hips up against Jules’s mouth before jerking away again as she sank back down on the mattress trembling all over.

“Stop,” she whimpered. “Enough…”

Jules had already figured that out, and she kissed the inside of one quivering thigh before wiping her mouth and face with her hand. Then she rose to her feet and crawled back onto the bed next to Vivian, who was staring blankly up at the ceiling while she got her breath back.

“Were you,” Vivian began, then stopped, licked her lips, and started again. “Were you born with. Sex hardwired into. Your brain. Or something?”

Jules had never felt so brilliant in her life and probably never would again. She laughed. “I think I was hardwired for you, that’s all.”