So... how are you?

"Yes?" Meg asked biting her lip. She was glad Ping was enjoying herself. Meg continued thrusting her fingers in and out of her, hoping she would reach climax.

Ping wasn't able anymore to reply: her mind went blank as soon as she reached her climax. She moaned loud in pleasure, her body that was barely shaking for the amazing sensation: for some minutes she wasn't abled to say or do nothing, she just kept breathing heavily. It had been the most incredible thing ever...

Meg stopped and leaned back watching Ping reach her climax. She smiled, she had never given a person full satisfaction like that before. Ofcourse there was her-ex and Tulio but with Ping it was different. She liked Ping. Alot. After a few seconds, Ping just laid there breathing heavily. Meg laid down next to her, snuggling up close to her.

As soon as she felt like she had again the full power on her body, starting to breath nornally again, she wrapped an arm aroun Meg and then she searched her mouth to kiss her again: it was all so perfect... and now... now she guessed was her turn. Meg had given her so many wonderful sensation, she wanted her to feel as well as good as she did. Slowly, gently, she started to pull down her dress, revealing her breast as she had done to her

Meg was surprised when Ping started to take action. She just laid back and let Ping slip her dress down. Meg took a deep breath and looked at Ping. She bit her lip, she cared so much for Ping and having her see her naked made her stomach fly with butterflies. She had never had this feeling with someone before. It was all so amazing.

He didn't put totally away the dress, in that moment he just put it down enough to free her breast: she took a moment to just stare at her, at how beautiful she was, then, slowly, she kissed her again on her lips and, as she did but even slower, she started to trace a trail of kisses, until she reached on of her nipples and started to kiss it and suck it.

Meg slowly kissed her back. Her lips were so soft, so irresistible. When Ping started to suck her nipples she let out a small moan. Damn, Ping learned fast. Meg got goosebumps all over her body. It felt so good. She closed her eyes a bit and just enjoyed the moment.

Hearing her moan made her have chills of pleasure: she liked it. Meg was enjoying what she was doing and she felt happy. She kept sucking and licking the nipple for a while, before to pass to the other one, while with a hand he kept caressing and torturing slowly and gently the first one. Only after a while she left her breast and, slowly again, she pulled away her dress, letting it fall on the floor, leaving her only with her panties. Then she started to kiss her thighs, moving slowly toward the middle of them...

Meg arched her back in pleasure and bit her lip. The way Ping slowly went down on her, made her breathing change and give her chills. The anticipation was killing her. She wanted Ping so bad. She could feel herself getting wet. More and more the closer Ping got to the inside of her legs.

when he finally reached the inside of her legs, tracing a trail of kisses on her inside thighs, she stopped again to remove, slowly as always, the panties, and then again he took a minute to just admire Meg, now totally naked as she was, to admire her perfect body "You're really beautiful" she managed to whisper, and looking her she could feel herself getting wet again. But it was Meg's moment, again he bended down and restarted to kiss her inside thighs, the other thigh this time, and it took a while before to reach again the inside of her legs: when she finally arrived there she kept kissing her there and after a while she started to use the tongue and to suck the clit

Meg couldn't help but blush. She had never been told she was beautiful before in the middle of sex. "Aw, Ping," she said still breathing heavy. "Thank you," she managed to whisper. She grabbed the sheets of bed and bunched them up in her hands. She arched her back again when Ping reached her clit. She tried to keep in her moans but it seemed so impossible.

She was enjoying her moans, it ment she was liking it: it was the first time ever she was doing something like that, but she had just had a really good teacher... she kept explore with the tongue her intimacy for a long while, expecially dedicating herself to the clit: and the more Meg was becoming wet, the more she became wet as well. It was all so exciting, and it was turning her on again. Only after a long while she moved her mouth from the inside of her legs and put a finger instead, and soon another one, repeating the movements she already did to her.

When Ping put her fingers inside of her, she couldn't hold it any longer. She moaned loud, maybe even a little too loud. Meg giggled hoping the neighboring rooms didn't hear. "You're so good, Ping," she managed to say. And he really was. He learned fast and even preformed better than Meg. She could barely breath anymore it felt so good.

At her words she blushed and smiled to herself, but didn't reply, she just kept go in and out with her fingers, now faster, and meanwhile she bended down to kiss and suck her breast again, trying to let her reach her climax amazingly as she had done right before

She could feel it coming. Her climax was slowly creeping up on her. Her breathing picked up and her chills returned. She could feel it building up, it felt amazing. After a couple more seconds, she finally reached it. She let out another moan and bit her lip. She wished that feeling would stay forever. It was amaazing. The best she had ever had.

When she reached her climax she let her hand slip away, leaving as well her breast, and just remained where she was, admiring her and how beautiful she was: she could feel again overexcited, and she didn't even know if it was normal. After all, she had just had it! Why was she feeling this sensation again? She was too ashamed of it to actually talk to this or ask to meg

Meg smiled. "That was amazing, Ping." she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked looking into his eyes. He truly was perfect for her. He was sweet, sensitive, caring, and was actually really good at sex. She was so happy she broke free from her ex and found someone she actually really liked.

She smiled at her when she kissed her on the cheek, and smily nodded honestly: he kept being a man of few words. They were both naked now, side by side: it was so weird, so embarassing and in the same time it still gave that sensation of pleasure, of excitement... only after a little while he managed to talk, to ask shyly blushing when he talked "H-how often do people do... it...?"

Meg curled up by his side. "Whenever they want to, I guess." She had never given that much thought. She was always used to having sex when her ex would want to. She would always go along with it ofcourse but now she actually had the choice.

Whenever they wanted to... then why people still had a social life? They could just sped their whole time in bed with the person that they loved! It was so amazing that he actually didn't see why to stop. And now, having here naked by his side, still being naked, still with the fresh memories... she was so wet again, and too ashamed to actually even try to tell a word about it...

Meg could tell how excited Ping was. "Would you like to.. go once more?" she asked quietly un-sure if that was what Ping really wanted.

Ping looked at her surprised when she asked it, then, without being abled to reply with words, he nodded energically, swallowing: he really wanted it.

Meg tilted her head a little. "How about we try this..?" she asked slowly getting on top of her, where Ping's face was in-between her legs and vise-versa.

He looked surprised at Meg's movements, founding herself again close to her intimacy: she had no idea what she was supposed to do in that moment but somehow it came natural to her move her head and start again to lick and explore her intimacy, opening in the same time her legs, showing to her how much excited and wet she was again

It was all so new to Meg. She liked Ping alot. Hell, she loved Ping. But she was still confused. She was confused on who she was or even what she was. Did she like girls? Or boys? Maybe both, she had no idea. But she let everything take place. She just closed her eyes and repeated her actions from minutes before, enjoying every second.