H-Hey, Th-That Tickles...!

Lexi found Eliza still buried under the covers. 'Rise and shine,' she said, tugging the blankets back. Eliza groaned and rolled away. Lexi climbed onto the mattress and ran her fingers over her ribs. Eliza’s back arched. Her toes curled into the sheet, and her thin shirt rode up, baring her smooth stomach. Lexi kept tickling—quick, cruel little passes that made Eliza squeal and writhe. Then the game changed. A hot rush flooded the cotton between Eliza’s legs; her panties turned dark and slick as a sharp, sudden orgasm squirted through her. She gasped and froze. Lexi’s hand stopped moving. Quietly she asked if Eliza was alright. When the girl nodded, Lexi slipped two fingers beneath the wet fabric, feeling the tight, swollen lips still twitching. 'It’s normal,' she murmured. 'Want me to show you how to do it again, on your own terms?' Eliza’s eager nod was answer enough. Lexi climbed in, pushed Eliza’s knees open, and pressed her tongue where the girl was hottest, teaching with each practiced stroke exactly how to make that wetness burst again.