The music accentuated the heavy air perfectly, loud and pulsating, almost having a life of its own. The beats pounded away in Grace's head, pounding in her body, as she took another deep breath of marijuana, reveling in the feeling of lightheadedness. 90% of the party-goers were stoned or drunk, and nearly everybody was echoing the beats of the music with the movement of their bodies on the dance floor. A young man, about 19 years old, engaged in a deep lip-lock just at the edge of Grace's sight, his hands moving lewdly up her shirt and touching the woman's undoubtedly hard nipples. Grace sighed, exhaling the smoke slowly, and fighting off a bout of depression. "Don't think about it!" she chided herself, pushing the thought out of her head. The thought that had reverberated throughout her mind for a year- "aren't you going to get laid yet? Are you going to be a virgin for the rest of your life?" She'd had her share of suitors, and had her pussy eaten out a time or two. But none of them had been special enough to let his hot cock inside of her pussy. She kept it shaved and neat, however, hoping that one day the chance would come again. She was by no means unattractive- her body was voluptuous, and her tight shirt showed off her braless breasts, nipples pressing heavily against the fabric. Her pants were loose, the way she liked them- comfortable and coolly touching her skin slightly. Even the sensuous way that the pants hung lowly off the hip accentuated her soft curves. She just hadn't had opportunity with the right one yet.. whoever that may be. A man caught her eye. He was dressed in fashionable 1920s garb, in a loose, baggy pinstripe suit and short hair peeking out from beneath a newsboy hat. He was slender, and his face was beautiful. That was the only way to describe it. Delicate beauty, almost feminine, and his brilliant blue eyes penetrated into her own eyes. Grace smiled coyly at this man, flirting deliberately with her eyes, turning her body slightly to show off her breasts, arching her back a bit to let him see the round ass that Grace possessed. A smile arrived to the lips of the man, and he walked up to her. Grace offered the joint to the handsome stranger, and he shook his head. Instead, he took Grace's hand, and led her into the pulsating crowd. She pressed her body close to his, slow dancing to the heavy metal, and caught a whiff of Old Spice cologne. It was so faint, that she had to bring her face very close to his neck to smell it. Her head was beginning to spin as the effect of the marijuana sunk in, combined with the loud music and the heated atmosphere of all the bodies together in the living room. She leaned her head against his shoulder while his arms went around her, hands squeezing her waist slightly and feeling her ass. His lips went down, and nipped her gently on the ear. He squeezed her ass gently, and then ran his hand up her side, grazing her breast and lightly caressing her nipple as they continued their sensual dance. Grace had to shout to let herself be heard above the party noise. "I'm feeling a little dizzy- do you think we could find a room and go lay down?", she yelled with a wicked grin. He nodded wordlessly, a smile touching the corners of his lips, and turned- heading to the stairwell to the upstairs, where the bedrooms were. Grace held on to his waist, letting her hands explore his ass- tight and small. Her joint dropped from her fingers, now a roach, as she pressed her body against his back, walking through the stairwell to the upstairs region. It was a large house, with about 8 bedrooms in total. The host was from an influential family, and there were antiques (carefully moved to the garage before the party, of course!), beautiful carpeting (rolled back to avoid the party), and exquisite chandeliers. Upstairs, the elegantly furnished floor was now littered with beer cans and food bits, and she could hear moaning from several rooms. A loud scream wailed from a room, accentuated with shouts, and Grace couldn't help but blush. She took a chance, and opened the door to a random room hesitantly, peeking inside. It was empty. The music was loud even as the door shut, the sound waves passing through the thick walls. Grace turned around and kissed her date for the evening square on the lips, feeling the soft, moist lips of his, his tongue slowly snaking into her mouth. The man ran his tongue along her lips, pressing against her as she backed into the bedroom, falling onto the bed with this beautiful man holding her close. The bed received their bodies with a soft "ploosh!" of air. Grace laid herself flat on the queen-sized bed, still kissing the man. His hands, work-worn and small, ran up her shirt to feel her large, bra-free breasts, placing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan from Grace. She broke the kiss after a few minutes, her mate sitting atop of her, straddle-legged, with his hands up her shirt. She sat up slightly to take her shirt off, and asked teasingly, "Before we go any further, I must know your name!" "Charlie," he responded, in a musical, lilting voice. The voice was deep, yet smooth - like Grace's voice before she quit smoking cigarettes. "Well, Charlie, I'm Grace, and this is a bit unfair.. my tits are before your eyes, ready for your hungry lips and you've not even taken your hat off!" Grace laughed, deliberately teasing Charlie with her sexual innuendoes. Grace tipped Charlie's hat over off his head and onto the bed. Charlie had blonde hair, complementing his blue eyes, cropped near the cheek bone, parted in the middle. It was sexy, unstyled and flowing around his ears. Grace ran her hands appreciatively up Charlie's abdomen, feeling his hard stomach. She gave it a test punch, smiling when he didn't respond to it. Charlie worked out, that was obvious. Grace gripped Charlie's collar, bringing him down close to her for another kiss. She reveled in the feeling of Charlie's tongue in her, running along her mouth, sucking at her tongue as if it was a penis. Her body was starting to heat, her clit throb and her pussy warm, wet. She rushedly undid the buttons of Charlie's shirt, eager to feel Charlie's hard chest underneath her palms. When her fumbling fingers failed at the task after the first few buttons, she ripped the shirt open. Charlie didn't seem to notice, and she slipped her hand inside, feeling the soft skin. Grace sat up suddenly, a look of shock on her face. Her mind was reeling. Before her, were a pair of beautiful, petite breasts. They were not too small, yet small enough to be hidden perfectly by Charlie's extremely loose white men's blouse. Charlie wore no bra either, and her nipples were jutting out proudly, erect with the sensations of Grace's lips and Grace's body pressed against hers. Charlie, now that Grace looked at her face, was a beautiful, stunning woman.. and Grace had never known. A shriek started to leave Grace's mouth, when a hand suddenly clamped down over Grace's jaw, and the woman leaned over and whispered soothingly into Grace's ear. "Shhh.. shh.. I won't hurt you. If you want me to stop, I will just button my shirt back up and leave.. You're just so beautiful, and I only want the chance to make love with a beautiful woman like you." Her voice was still rough, yet musical- the voice appeared to occur naturally, and there was tremble of trepidation in the notes. Grace was stunned. She had considered herself perfectly straight all her life, and could not even conceive of this stud suddenly turning into a woman. The sweet scent of Charlie's hand- hand lotion- met Grace's nostrils, because it was still clapped over Grace's mouth. As Grace glanced at Charlie's breasts as Charlie lifted herself back up, slowly releasing Grace's mouth, she realized- "I want you." The words wrenched themselves out of Grace's mouth before she even realized she said it. Charlie grinned at Grace devilishly as Grace's hand hesitantly moved to Charlie's breast. Grace slowly felt the hard nipple underneath her touch, and her other hand ran across Charlie's stomach, perfectly tight and muscular. Those kinds of stomachs turned Grace on incredibly- and apparently, now it seemed, the gender of the stomach's owner didn't matter. Charlie shook her blouse off of her shoulders, and leaned over to kiss Grace's dark nipple, her hand squeezing Grace's other breast gently. The feeling of Charlie's tongue on Grace's nipple was too much for Grace to resist, and she moaned softly in response. Charlie lifted herself up, and the moistness of Grace's nipples made them scrape across Charlie's skin. Charlie moved her body around, feeling Grace's nipples, and Grace reached her hands out to unbutton Charlie's pants, letting them loose with an audible snap. Charlie sighed as Grace removed one hand to caress her breast, and used the other hand to unzip and tug Charlie's pants down part-way. Charlie had long, beautiful, tanned legs, baby soft and silky smooth. Her thighs were hard, toned, and her butt was tight and small. She's beautiful, Grace thought to herself. Charlie stood up on her knees, and helped Grace pull down her pants. When they were off, Grace admired how good the white cotton panties looked in contrast to Charlie's tanned skin, stretched tight over Charlie's muscles. Charlie had a rock-hard body, not grotesquely muscular. (Grace, it seems, has a thing for slender, tight bodies.) Grace slipped her hand over Charlie's mons, tickling the pubic hair underneath the cloth. Charlie was still standing on her knees, and would have been straddling Grace's stomach if she sat down, which logically places Charlie's pussy above Grace's chest and neck. Grace was enjoying the view, laying straight on her back and massaging the pussy above her. There was a visible wet spot, spreading as Charlie let out a soft groan. Grace took this as encouragement, her nubile fingers finding Charlie's clit and massaging it slowly. Charlie was growing more excited, her juices dripping out of her pussy at a steady rate. She ground her pussy slightly against Grace, her body begging to do it harder. Grace stopped for a moment, and tugged down Charlie's panties. It was getting in her way, and Grace wanted both of her hands free to caress and feel this luscious woman. Grace felt herself getting turned on- no, that would be a lie. She had been turned on half an hour ago, on the dance floor, when Charlie had pressed herself against Grace. Grace had been so dizzy with feeling that she had never noticed the lack of a hard-on between Charlie's legs. And now that she thought about it, she preferred Charlie's company to a man's at his particular moment. Charlie was tender, loving, and incredibly beautiful. "I want to eat your pussy," Grace whispered, almost too softly for Charlie to hear. Charlie, though, heard, and lowered her pussy to Grace's mouth, moving her panties to the side so that Grace could access her pussy. The aroma of this woman's pussy aroused her, and reminded Grace how much she liked the smell of her own pussy, the taste of her juices on her fingers or her then-boyfriends' lips. On Charlie, the effect was dizzying, overcoming Grace with lust. Grace wasted no more time, and plunged her face into Charlie's muff. Charlie moaned loudly at this sudden movement, reflexively pressing her pussy hard against Grace's virgin mouth. Grace rubbed her teeth lightly against Charlie's clit, pressing her tongue hard against the pussy hole. Charlie's hands moved up to her own breasts. She felt the small mounds of flesh, and softly tickled her nipples. They were standing erect, and Charlie's body was lit aflame by this feeling of having this beautiful woman eat her pussy, her tongue darting and flickering around her clit and inside her pussy. For someone who'd never eaten pussy before, she was pretty damn good. The shock of the taste hit Grace. It was not unpleasant, slightly salty, and.. Hard to describe. It was sweeter than her own, and slightly dour. It turned her on- the smells, the feeling. Charlie's clit was hot and erect, pulsating against Grace's tongue. Grace lifted her hand and put a finger slowly into Charlie, the way well-lubricated by the excitement that was building up inside of her. Charlie's pussy was unbelievable tight, and the walls quivered and held Grace's finger. Grace went faster, fucking Charlie with her finger, and licking and nipping softly at her clit. Juices were slowly pouring out of Charlie's pussy, as she started to moan loudly her pleasure. "Oh, Grace.. oh Grace.. you're amazing..oh god.. OH GOD, I'm going to come!" Grace took this as a hint and lapped harder, and Charlie's pussy ground against Grace's face, pivoting her heated pussy in a tiny circle, feeling the first waves of orgasm hit her. Charlie's body stiffened, and she gripped Grace's head tightly. HEr eyes were shut tight, her mouth open. Juices poured out of Charlie's pussy the same way that moans and howls poured out of Charlie's mouth. Grace started to have a tiny orgasm, also, at this excitement that she was giving Charlie, and rammed her finger hard into Charlie. "OH.. MY GOD!.. OHHHHhh.. oh JESUS GRACE... I'm coming.. I'm COMiiinng.." The shouts could have been audible over the loud wail of the music, so loud was Charlie in her orgasm. Charlie responded even harder with her moaning, thrusting against Grace over and over, while Grace lapped up the thick pussy juice that were being released from her pussy. Charlie bit her lip hard, gave a last jerk, and collapsed on Grace in orgasmic exhaustion. After a few seconds, Charlie realized she must be suffocating Grace and moved down, resting her head on Grace's succulent chest for a few moments before she moved up to kiss Grace. "Thank you.." Charlie whispered into Grace's ear. "You're so beautiful.. I can kiss and hold you for hours." Charlie could taste her pussy juices lingering on Grace's lips, and her energy regenerated slowly. The kiss deepened, and Grace's tongue worked between Charlie's lips. Charlie slipped a hand down under Grace's skirt, and laughed softly when she found a huge wet spot and a pulsating clit against the lace underwear. Charlie rolled over and lay down next to Grace and pulled Grace above her, placing them in the classic 69 position. She pulled down Grace's pants and underwear with a bit of a struggle, and Grace giggled softly as Charlie was finally able to admire the pussy above her. Grace had a beautiful, shaven pussy- spotless and slightly red with excitement. The musk was strong, and sexy, mingling subtley with Grace's perfume. Charlie lifted a finger to Grace's slit, finding it soaking wet and slippery. "You enjoyed eating me out, didn't you?" Charlie asked softly, playing with Grace's aroused slit. "Yes, I did.. I love eating your pussy." Grace leaned down and softly kissed Charlie's hard stomach, making Charlie tingle again. Charlie smiled teasingly, and said, "You want me to eat your pussy?" Grace gave an affirmative, and sighed softly when Charlie slipped a finger inside of Grace, teasing her. Charlie's thumb slowly rubbed at Grace's clit while she teased her pussy, exhaling deeply to let a rush of hot air on Grace's clit. "Oh, yes.. please eat my pussy out.. I want you so bad, I want to cum so bad.." Grace was almost moaning. The built-up excitement of the last hour was getting to be too much for Grace, and Charlie knew it wouldn't take too long to get her off. "You want me to put my tongue in your pussy while I rub your clit with my teeth?" "mmmm.." Grace's pussy got wetter in response. "Do you want to ride my tongue, and come all over my face? Do you want to lap up the juices from my face when you're dome cumming on it?" Charlie asked. "Oh, Charlie.. I'll do anything.. eat me, please!" implored Grace, who responded exactly the way that Charlie wanted her to. "What if I told you I wanted to put a finger in your pussy while I was eating your sweet clit?" "God, Charlie, please.." Grace became urgent, and couldn't control herself any longer. She lowered her quivering sex, almost forcefully, into Charlie's mouth, and let out a high-pitched moan when Charlie's wet lips and tongue responded eagerly, sucking at her clit and fingering her wet pussy. Grace was throbbing from excitement, and ready to cum any moment. She was determined to make it last longer, to not cum yet- it felt too good and she wanted to string out the sensations. Grace slipped her fingers between Charlie's legs and played with Charlie's pussy as Charlie played with Grace, her teeth and lips and tongue pressing against Grace's pussy. Grace was writhing in pleasure on top of Charlie, rocking her hips back and forth in ecstasy. "Oh my god," Grace whispered in ecstasy as Charlie maneuvered her mouth so that her tongue was rimming Grace's pussy hole while her teeth were rubbing and massaging her clit. The dual sensation was too much to take, and when Charlie grabbed Grace's breast and started to massage her nipple, Grace felt something inside her let loose. She couldn't hold back any longer. "OHH.. FUCK! oh god, FUCK ME with your tongue, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!" Grace cried as her body was enveloped into flames of sensation, thousands of pleasure-tipped needles jabbing at her all over her body. Charlie's skilled lips and tongue worked harder, and Grace made a long, loud moan as she jolted into orgasm. Grace's fingers clutched at Charlie's pussy hard, and Charlie felt a burst of pleasure as one of Grace's fingers pressed the right spot on her clit during her orgasmic frenzy. Grace must have come for a full minute. Charlie was drinking as much pussy nectar as she could, but there was too much- Grace ejaculated when she came, and it spilled all over Charlie's face. Grace's legs were tightly gripping Charlie as she burst into convulsion after convulsion. Finally, her orgasm died away, and she collapsed on top of Charlie, still murmuring words. She kissed Charlie softly on her stomach, and turned around tiredly, positioning herself on her side with her head on Charlie's arm. Grace leaned over and kissed Charlie's face gently, cleaning up her face, licking up the cum. She slipped an arm over Charlie's waist as Charlie held her close to her body, feeling the thumping heartbeat of Grace. They fell asleep like this, together, holding each other.