The Sliders Love-In (4/4) (F/F) After the two men left to go back to their room, Wade and Maggie remained naked lying on the bedroom floor. It was most comfortable and Wade enjoyed the sense of freedom it gave her. Maggie had poured them two stiff drinks of whiskey and when Wade downed hers it sent a shock wave boiling through her body. Blinding back tears, she forced the rest of the drink down and set the glass aside. The alcohol sizzled through her veins like a series of low-grade earthquakes. And something else she felt - her body was seething with desire. Wow, did straight whiskey do that to a person? She decided it did. "Maggie?" Wade asked, her voice soft, but strong and persuasive too. Maggie looked at her and Wade suddenly felt like a frightened rabbit, quivering. Maggie knew what Wade wanted, and Wade knew she did. Maggie shivered, and the tight little bumps of her nipples hardened visibly. She crossed her arms and cuddled herself as if she were suddenly cold. Wade felt wildly loose, uninhibited, and hot. She didn't know if any of the things she had read about would help her or not. She hoped they would, but the only thing that mattered was Maggie and making her like it. Wade was thinking about how Maggie's naked body would feel, pressed against hers . . . hot, soft, smooth, and desirable. "Maggie?" Wade asked, frightened. Wade wanted to say something more, but she didn't dare speak. She looked into Maggie's brown eyes, and saw all the pent- up passion still lurking there. As gently as a butterfly, Wade brought her mouth to Maggie's. Maggie's lips felt hot and dry against hers as they touched, and an electric current seemed to flow between them. Wade felt Maggie's muscles ease and relax, felt Maggie move her arm, felt her slide her hands hesitantly up Wade's own arm. Maggie moaned softly, almost inaudibly, as if the sound was for Wade's ears alone. Mentally, Wade was comparing Maggie with the men she'd felt. Where the men had been hard, Maggie was soft. Where the men had been rough, Maggie was smooth. Maggie was smooth all over, hairless where the two boys were hairy. Maggie was warming rapidly and Wade shivered slightly at the thought. She liked the feel of this woman's body, and she liked the feel of Maggie's thighs too. Entwining against each other, the two girls delved deeper and deeper into a passion that neither of them had dreamed existed. Their mouths opened, their tongues tasted. They breathed each other's feminine smell. They savored all that existed between them, all that was different between them, and all that was the same. Soft breasts pressed against soft breasts, passion-hardened nipples digging into tender mounds. Soft, feminine arms entwining around each other, kissing deeply. Wade let Maggie nestle her head against her shoulder and slid one exploratory hand over one of Maggie's big titties. "You're so soft," Wade said, wonderingly. Tenderly Wade patted Maggie's breast, fascinated by the hard little nipple on the full mound of flesh. Maggie was following Wade's lead, and she cupped one of Wade's breasts, her thumb brushing over the nipple. "So are you," Maggie whispered, "you're soft, too." They kissed again, and this time there was more sureness, more passion in it. They ground their mouths together, their tongues dueling and fighting for supremacy. Wade won and drove Maggie's tongue back and licked the roof of the woman's mouth, the back of her teeth. Maggie welcomed the intrusion by sucking, drawing as much of Wade's tongue into her own warm mouth as she could. Wade moaned again, louder. Bolder now, Wade stroked Maggie's large tits, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She could feel Maggie jerking and trembling, and knew what Maggie was feeling. She knew because she too was experiencing the same sensations. When Maggie thumbed Wade's nipples, Wade knew she was on the same wavelength with Maggie. The thought of the identical pleasures sent ripples of desire flooding through her, and the knowledge of the thought was wild, insane, and wonderful, all at once. Snuggling together, the two women reveled in the pure discovery of each other's wonderfully soft, feminine bodies. Wade's short red hair brushed against Maggie's pale slender shoulder, while Maggie's feathery blonde hair rubbed her cheek. Wade nibbled Maggie's shell-like ear, and felt Maggie gasp when her breast shifted and pressed against her hand. Maggie's sharp white teeth nipped Wade's shoulder, and Wade felt her own body shake with excitement. Slowly their muscles relaxed and they lay on their sides on the soft carpet, the fire warming their naked bodies. "God," Wade said, "you're the sexiest." "Me?" Maggie gasped, "You're better than a man at turning me on." "I'm glad," Wade said. Leaning back, Wade could see the full length of Maggie's graceful, lean body, admire the curves, the shadows and hollows, the gentle rounding of Maggie's belly, and the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair shielding her slit. She looked breathtaking beautiful, and Wade couldn't resist stroking her fingers along Maggie's ribs. Maggie's stomach trembled and she dug her fingers into Wade's side fiercely. "Oh, I like that," Wade said. Maggie mumbled something in agreement. Maggie's nipples were dark, hard knots begging for some attention. Wade's mouth was watering as she stared at them. She lowered her head, her mouth seeking the little buds. She flicked her tongue over one of Maggie's small nipples and felt the woman jerk in response. Pursing her lips, Wade kissed the nipple, then sucked on it tenderly. Opening her mouth wider, she sucked more of Maggie's large breast in, while bathing the nipple with her tongue. Wade felt Maggie's breathing quicken and become irregular as if she were gasping for breath. At the same time, Maggie's hand tightened on Wade's full breast until it almost hurt. Then, helplessly, Maggie let go and rolled over on her back to sprawl out and open on the carpet. Wade hesitated, and looked at her friend questioningly. "Don't stop," Maggie whispered, not opening her eyes. "Please don't stop." Encouraged, Wade bent her head and suckled on one of Maggie's breasts, then the other. Maggie tangled her fingers in Wade's short hair, and began stroking her neck and bare back. Out of the corner of her eyes, Wade could see the blonde triangle of Maggie's sex, could see Maggie rubbing her slender, golden tanned thighs together as her excitement built in higher peaks. Hesitantly again, Wade slid one hand down Maggie's warm, smooth belly toward the damp patch. Maggie shook and quivered, her fingers knotting in Wade's hair. But she made no move to stop Wade's hand. "Mmmmmmmmmm, good, good," Maggie murmured. "Yes," Wade agreed, her voice smooth, but she was unsure of herself. It felt so good to her, all so good to her, but Wade wasn't as experienced as she thought, and she realized this. Like a frightened animal, Wade's hand crept into Maggie's blonde pubic hair. Maggie spread her thighs more, opening herself for Wade's exploration. Wade slid her fingers down and down, finding the same slit there that she herself had between her own thighs. Carefully, Wade cupped Maggie's sex mound, feeling the hot softness of the tissues under her fingers, the curving arch of Maggie's pubic bone under her palm. Wade pressed her whole hand down on Maggie's cunt and felt Maggie respond by pushing her hips upward. Maggie's pussy felt hot and sticky, and Wade realized that it was the juices flowing freely and easy already. Now Wade had to have something at her own begging pussy. Hesitantly, she released Maggie's cunt, and felt the woman's disappointment. Wade sought one of Maggie's hands, loosened it from her hair and guided it to her own eager pussy. Maggie's touch was frightened and shy, but it also felt searingly hot. Wade spread her thighs, pressed Maggie's fingers into her swollen cunt, then clamped her thighs down to trap the little hand. Now she worked her own hand back into Maggie's wet hot crotch. This time she slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into the woman's cunt. Maggie's moist channel felt scalding hot and sticky and slimy with juices. Wade drove her long finger deeper into Maggie and felt the woman's hips surge upward. At the same time, Maggie slid her finger into Wade's hole, and Wade thought she was going to die from pleasure. The males that had fingered her had been good, but somehow this was much more exciting, even thought Maggie's finger was a lot smaller than any man's. Wade thought too that because it was such a degrading activity, she tingled more with heat. It was a forbidden act to her way of thinking and her lewd mind created all the wonderful lusty pleasures she was experiencing. Wade spread her thighs wide and let Maggie take total possession of her watering pussy. She looked down to where her own thick finger was buried in Maggie. She studied it a moment as it probed into Maggie's hot pussy, then her gaze shifted to where Maggie's finger was probing. She shuddered with pleasure as the finger touched the sensitive surface of her cuntal passage. Wade suddenly felt wildly excited, though nowhere near an orgasm. This excitement was something else. Maybe it was the thrill of discovery. It really didn't matter, she decided. She looked around the room and saw that she and Maggie were the only moving objects. Everything else seemed to be in another dimension. All the things she had become familiar with before this evening started were in abstract. Wade now withdrew her dripping finger from Maggie's slippery cunt and licked the juices off slowly. "Taste me," she whispered to Maggie. "Please taste me. It's so good." Maggie was frowning up at her, irritated at having the finger withdrawn from her hungry cunt. "What?" she asked as she fixed her focus on Wade. "Watch me," Wade said and showed Maggie what she meant by dipping her finger in Maggie's cunt again and licking it off with pleasure. "I, uh . . ." Maggie paused, groping for voice. "Please." Maggie looked dubious, but withdrew her finger from Wade. Slowly, but hurriedly too, she licked it, her face indicating she had expected something unpleasant. Then her face cleared and she smiled. She stuck her finger in her mouth now and sucked it clean. "Good, huh?" Wade asked. Maggie nodded, and Wade stopped her before she could slip her finger into her pussy again. "I've got another idea," she said, shifting around on the floor. Wade was aware of Maggie watching her slyly. She turned to bring her head toward Maggie's crotch. Bending and leaning over, Wade slowly lowered her face toward Maggie's pussy, her eyes riveted on the blonde, curling hair and the gleaming pink tissues. An animal odor, wild animal, assaulted Wade's senses, attracting her even more. Her mouth watering with a wild appetite, Wade lowered her face to Maggie's bush and wedged her finger deep into the woman's hot slit. Maggie must have a decision, and the touch of her mouth against Wade's cunt set off rockets of passion in Wade, making her drive her own mouth on Maggie even harder. Ramming in her tongue deep into Maggie's snatch, Wade lowered her hips and felt the woman's chin grind against her clitoris. The explosion of pleasure almost lifted Wade to the peak of an orgasm. She dug her chin into Maggie's clit, and she was rewarded with a flow of juice that almost drowned her, as Maggie's hips jammed upward in a fast response. Head to crotch, the two women tangled in the center of the floor. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they drove each other half crazy with the fast working of their mouths. Wade was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and seething, her body betraying her with its convulsions. She was coming and coming and coming, and she knew she was drowning Maggie with the flood of juices pouring out of her cunt. But she couldn't pull away from Maggie. Wade was driving her own mouth into Maggie's gushing pussy, and Maggie's slender body was convulsing under her as climax after climax ripped through her, knotting her muscles. Maggie's slender thighs clamped around Wade's head like a vise, trapping her there until Wade was afraid she was going to suffocate. All at once it was over. Maggie's body went from spasmodic to totally limp. Wade's own intense orgasm was passing its peak, its plateau leaving her quivering with exhaustion. Wade was dimly aware of Maggie fighting to free her face from her lax pussy and struggled with her last reserves of strength to help. Finally, she managed to lift her leg and tumble away. Sprawling on her back, Wade let blackness sweep over her as she fought for breath and sanity. Later, Wade felt as if she was drifting in a soft, warm, gray cloud of semi-sleep, feeling wonderful, almost sated. Her body was totally relaxed, tired with delicious exhaustion. Vague, peaceful dreams floated through her mind. Yet, down deep there was still a need, as if what she and Maggie had just done was only the foreplay. Wade still needed a cock to completely satisfy her, and with two hunks like Quinn and Remmie around she had no doubt that that was a need that she would have no trouble satisfying.