Cam and I were doing our Fourth of July thing again — a street fair, an antique-car exhibit, local bands, and a load of booze —

when we ran into a couple we knew, Kira and Mike, who were heading to a bar to escape the heat for a while. Cam and I thought that was a great idea.

The four of us were enjoying being out of the blazing midsummer heat when Kira asked if we were staying for the fireworks. I wasn’t sure. The heat really was too much, and the screwdrivers were beginning to get to me.

“What do you think about going over to our house and hitting the pool?” Kira asked us. “We can see some of the fireworks from there.” I looked at Cam and knew he was all for it — anything to escape the heat. And I could read his evil little mind; he wanted to see Kira in something less than her shorts and T-shirt.

We finished our drinks and headed out. I rode with Kira while the men went to get more beer and vodka. In her car, Kira said, “Donna, I hope you don’t mind me saying this. In fact, I probably shouldn’t say anything at all, but Mike has a thing for you. We talk about you guys all the time.”

I was at a loss for words, but after a quick thought I said, “I’m flattered — Maybe we should have gotten together a long time ago.” That should give Kira something to chew on for a while, I thought.

At Kira and Mike’s, over more drinks, the conversation turned to sex. Our guys hadn’t yet returned from the store. Kira said she hoped I wouldn’t be upset if her husband hit on me, and that he was just juiced enough to make an ass out of himself if she didn’t keep an eye on him.

I knew she was looking for a green light or some kind of signal, but I played it coy. “Let’s just see what happens,” I said. “Who knows — I might get a kick out of the attention, but I can’t speak for Cam. He sure as hell isn’t going to sit around and watch your husband flirt with me.” Kira, trying to stay cool about the situation, said, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get to know Cam a little better too.”

I couldn’t resist. I leaned close to her and said, “I’ll bet my husband will love that, but how well do you want to get to know me?” I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine. Her tongue dove into my mouth as her hand cupped one of my boobs. We played tongue tag while my nipples grew hard and sensitive under her fingers.

When we pulled apart, she looked in my eyes and asked, “How did you know?” My hand slid down and played with her full breasts as I answered, “I’ve watched how you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

Kira blushed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know I was that obvious.”

I put my other hand on her leg and let my fingers move up under her shorts to touch her panties. She shivered and moved a little closer. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was new to the girl-girl thing myself. If we were to go ahead with this, it would be only my second time.

Her free hand rested on my hip for a second before reaching around to caress my ass. She looked into my eyes and said, “Donna, this is my first time. For some reason, whenever I’m around you I want to touch you. But lately I’ve wanted more.”

I was having difficulty keeping my own cool because by now I was horny as hell, and this great-looking girl thought I was going to teach her how to make love to another woman. I could feel my panties getting moist as her fingers unbuttoned my blouse. When the last button gave way, I reached around and unhooked my bra, and let blouse and bra fall to the floor. Then I took her pretty face in my hands and brought her lips to one of my aching nipples. She pulled it into her mouth and softly sucked before moving to the other nipple.

I was heating up, and my panties were good and wet by now. I squeezed my knees together, sending a shock to my cooter. Kira looked up and asked if she was doing all right. I smiled and thought, If she only knew. If she had touched my twat, I would have come right then.

I managed to remove her T-shirt and bra, and then set to rolling her swollen nipples between my fingers. I knew that time was not on our side. The guys were going to show up any second and screw up my good time.

I sat down in a chair, eased back, and pulled Kira down with me. I took her lips from my tit and said, “Kira, I want you to do me now. Make me come, baby.” She sank to her knees and started kissing the silk panties that covered my pussy. I could hear her murmuring how wonderful I smelled as she plunged her nose into my crotch, pressing the silk against my engorged clit. Shit, I was almost there.

I pulled my panties to one side, giving her a clear path to my cunt. Now she took over. Girls know what girls want. Her fingers spread my lips wide and her tongue flicked my sensitive bud before pulling it between her lips and gently sucking.

I began to hump her face, slowly at first, but she was just too good. I pulled her mouth tight to me and screamed, “Kira, now! I’m coming, suck my pussy!” I gushed, and she took every drop, sucking and licking until she had me drained, emotionally and physically.

I pulled her to her feet and we kissed for a while — I love the taste of my own come on someone else’s lips —

I told Kira she had done a wonderful job, and she beamed.