FALLON INDULGENCE

A gushing gal in a laneway

Fallon was enjoying the hustle and bustle of the Saturday Street market—the cobblestones, the huge trestle tables, the pungent leather goods. It was lively, crowded, and senses alerting. Colour flashed everywhere, and it wasn't all expensive. 

A girl loves a bargain, but a girl loves a surprise even more.

She had already enjoyed a summer indulgence of mixed blueberries, raspberries and strawberries on a warm pancake with a dollop of homemade vanilla ice cream and thick natural cream. 

Tangy and juicy. 

A little dribbly around the mouth like a cum smear. She was then looking for a memorable day-defining item. The you don't know what it is till it jumps out in front of you; the perfect accessory or pleasure-seeker knick-knack. 

She was expected at Gabby's flat in an hour. 

His niece must have snuck her number from Georges's records. It was rousing to think Gab's couldn't wait until her next music lesson.

She knew how they would rip each other's clothes off because of their encounter at her music lesson.

Shopping is the perfect distraction while waiting for assured sex. 

Fallon felt her body tingle in the press between the trestle rows, enticing with their consumer goodies. 

Descartes had got it wrong, as Fallon knew: it was a toss-up between: I shop therefore I am, or I fuck therefore I am: both are great options. 

Our college lass wore a flimsy, fragile, body-defining floral dress. 

So short. Her arse basically begging to be touched. It was only social standards holding guys in check. Still, they bumped into her in the crowd with the appropriate apologies and barely held boners. 

A couple of lucky dudes got a chest tease. The hint of bouncy, fulsome softness was inappropriately restrained by a bra as they sidled badly past her. 

Yes, an objectified woman and proud of it. 

She liked her arse. 

She liked her boobs. 

She was primed for sex.

Fallon saw a figurine and knew she wanted it like a hard cock on a Friday night.

It was a cute little kitschy naked plaster cherub on a disorganised trade table, and our girl needed to lean over to pick it up for a look. Her heart was already set on it, like pre-selecting a guy across a disco floor that had no idea what pussy or arse delights he was in for very soon.

Oh, Fallon and her short, short dress, too much pink panty on show; she loved pink; well, no, not much cloth actually, it was mainly her gorgeous bubble butt; she was a girl who had it, didn't mind showing it and advertise she was available — if you had the gumption to ask.

Gabby knew whose arse it was before she recognised the rest of Fallon. She was behind the cute lass, who was leaning on her tippy toes across the large trestle.

Gabrielle's action was girly instinctual; she didn't even hesitate to consider the risqué public side of it. She pushed straight into Fallon but supported the girl's hip. 

God, she had enough sense not to splay her friend right across the trade table. 

Gabby had a market strategy, alright.

Her fingers were under her recent new friend's summer dress; her own body pushing into Fallon's; using her body as a shield and a press; hiding her deed but already openly fondling her cute girlfriends' flappy pleats in the crinkled, twisted knot of her tight pink panties wedged now right into her arse cheeks.

Gabby felt Fallon's girly softness expanding instantly, giving back wetness to touch and embracing naturally as flesh does the shape of the pleasing and filling double-finger probe. 

The action was and is straightforward; however, the bodily reaction is so rich and complex because it's what we bring to it, the more than arousal, the mind in the play, and the dirtily upping of the stakes in public.

Fallon gasped. 

"Ooh my!"

The penny-pinching middle-aged guy behind the counter only thought, well, I'll double the price; she's obviously enamoured with the cheap little putto. 

Yeah, Fallon had got that part of her day wrong; cherubs have a strategic loincloth, and putti are usually nude, as was the figurine she was now fingering. 

However, it was the delicate fingering between her legs that really had her ecstatic; she was close to swooning with delight. 

"Geez, that's sensational!" she cooed.

The stall hawker was thinking of a triple markup!

God, Gabby had the perfect touch; our college lass would have been able to recognise her new bestie's fingerwork anywhere, even through a glory hole. 

A girl's genitals await their call; always ready actually in Fallon's case; she hated waiting once the action started, but Gabby was the master of the slow, beautiful make you cum tease, and here at the trestle in the crowded market, it was delicious; a taunt designed for a tramp. 

Gabby knew what she was playing with including the tarty soul inside the stunning young body.

Gabby really liked it when she had the subtle, unexpected control when another girl spread herself open. Somehow, Fallon had angled her legs wider for the gifting fingers between her legs. She was wet, so frickin wet.

God, if they stayed here much longer, Fallon felt she would cum puddle the cobblestones.

Gabriella was deftly pulling her friend's lips in opposite directions for the full slutty sleek, frictional velvety slide, assuredly anticipating the invitation of her tongue to lick Fallon's clit. The problem was that they were in a crowded market.

Fallon eventually stopped fingering and stroking her cherub. Still, she had the tingles as she paid whatever the prick behind the trestle demanded for her little winged creature.

The silly middle-aged bearded arsehole paid more attention to her proffered cash than a writhing girl at his trestle, still insisting it was a 'putto'. 

Fallon didn't know about putto, but she was Gabby's putty, as her bestie frigged her very secretly and so surely under her dress.

Gabby had been finger-fucking focused. Now, as Fallon brought her 'putto', she noticed bric-a-brac for a future time — a lithe, shiny bronze sylph figurine. 

The pewter sylphid brought Fallon's sensual curves to mind. 

Gab's would buy it as a surprise gift soon. 

Fallon had her cute cupid in her hand and then placed it in her shoulder bag.

Gabby had a better package between her fingers.

Fallon finally spun around and met Gabby's big honey-brown, beautiful, mascara-lined dark eyes. 

She was about to kiss her friend on the lips in public, in the market throng; that was how excited the college lass was, when Gabby raised her fingers to her new girlfriend's mouth, saying: "Taste this; best flavour in the market today," and she giggled as Fallon sucked her extended fingertips. 

"Mmm," went Fallon as Gabby pulled them out of her mouth. 

Fallon enjoyed their slender beauty and fully appreciated how they had aroused her still-sodden slit. A taste treat: sensationally up on berries and cream.

This wasn't the time for extended girly shopping or a coffee break. 

It was haste time to go to Gabby's nearby apartment, where Fallon had intended to go after some light retail therapy. She had planned to arrive a tad earlier than asked for by phone. The only pleasure the college tart needed now involved the knick-knack flesh between Gabby's and her own thighs.

Fallon had been looking forward to Gabrielle's apartment since she had gotten the invitation. You can tell a lot about a girl from her flat. Fallon was all anticipation, and it was only minutes away.

The shortcut through a warehouse laneway was hastening their pace. When Fallon couldn't resist grabbing Gabby's arse in her tight denim shorts: there was no way the pair was going any farther, apart from immediately down on each other. The action wasn't even seconds away.

Gabby had Fallon against the graffiti-covered wall, a blur of slogans, colour and brash, powerful artwork. 

However, she scarcely noticed. 

Her head was under Fallon's flimsy summer dress. Her knickers were yanked to the side, still with a moisture patch from the market. Still, the damp overload was immediately on her girlfriend's pussy lips and added to in that delectable moment when a tongue hit womanly soft wet, parted shaved flesh.

Fallon didn't care to look up or down the lane; she lifted her dress and was caught too in the eager tongue work of her more experienced companion. Well, Gabby was twenty, and Fallon was just eighteen.

The college girl had a birds-eye view of her cunny getting the premium treatment it always craved and deserved. 

Gabby's tongue work was good, better than good; it was straightforward and very effective. 

She licked everywhere gently to start with. Making all of Fallon's key bits very wet. 

Pussy loves saliva. Pussy loves the spittle drool. Pussy loves—the daubing, brushing, and tongue tip basting.

Gab's lips were drawing out the young lass's pleated flaps, sucking them away from her body in sweet waves of growing total pleasure with special attention for her girlfriend's charming, aroused clit. Her hot, sensitive, trembling bead.

Gabby's head was swaying from side to side, her face pressing in, her fingers assisting. She was using everything she had in her bodily repertoire to administer coochie pleasure.

Gabby edged right under her friend's dress. She kissed Fallon's sweet pink, puckered indented starfish, circling her rim with her tongue tip, filling the eighteen-year-old crack with warm dribbly spit, so her tongue could delve smoothly deeper. 

Her face was now buried in Fallon's butt cheeks, smothered in arse flesh. 

Any decorum had long disappeared, as first one finger, then a second digit played in Fallon's tight arsehole. The action in front of the graffiti wall was way starker and brasher than any brassy spray can mayhem.

Gabby had done her market shopping too, and her purchase indulgence was way more practical than Fallon's putto, nestled in her tote bag.

Fallon gasped as she watched her friend roll a condom on a firm banana taken from her satchel. The unexpected in sex intrigues the body as much as the mind.

The banana looked really sexy with a condom. Fallon realised it was for her, but she thought her coochie. She had a deep intake of breath and a sexy exhale as Gabby worked the fruit wedge carefully into her arse.

Curved and fat, it looked even more thick cock shaped.

The smut of the moment hit both girls immediately; the push and pull and the shaping tugging and manic satisfied constriction all happened at once. So shallow to begin, so sensitive at her rim; then the prodding began. The true slitch in sweet Gabby was revealed.

"Ooh, fuck yeah! Ooh!" from Fallon.

Of course, the banana gaped Fallon's arsehole; her puckered starfish was gawped and vulnerable. The college lass moaned. Gabby dug the banana deeper. The fruit stick burrowed into her new bestie's back cavity like it belonged there.

So filling. Totally lodged. A natural tenant. Well, a welcome squatter.

Fallon's arse clamped around the banana, splitting her crack wide; so tight, so beautifully tight. She felt and embraced the tightness, her own tightness; she worshipped her own arse.

She adored Gabby.

"Ooh yeah!" as she cradled her head.

The moment arrived when blissful, pleasurable happiness was the only possible outcome. We foolishly believe we know what our personal sexual package is capable of. In front of a graffiti wall in the laneway, an eighteen-year-old senior college girl and her twenty-year-old musical friend exceeded their previously established limits.

Here was an absolute indulgence for two. 

Fallon's arse and clit assuaged together. 

Gabby shovelled away with the banana, still firmly shaped in its extra latex skin. Her thrusting desire was continuous in her friend's happy arsehole; repeated and prolonged. 

But her other fingers were pussy petting and clitty caressing. Working Fallon's climax. Still, Gabby was the mistress of compelling indulgence, and she indulged Fallon.

She pressed carefully inside her pussy; seeking and honing her G-spot. Her hidden roots of enjoyment. Gabby's finger perfecting the 'come-hither' motion, leading to Fallon's first squirting climax.

"Oh, sheez! I think I'm gunna tinkle on your face! — Oh! My! God!"

The gush! 

The spurt!

The liquid spritz!

The splatter plash.

Fallon enjoyed the glorious burble and sluice. 

Her pussy turned into a waterfall. A waterfall!

A cascading sprinkle slooshing into a bliss pool on — steamy summer tar.

It tingled Fallon's clit and razzle-dazzled her mind.

"Ooh! Ooh! "

A coochie soda-stream!

Sexual exertion is a serious fuckin past-time. God, they were both worked up. Gabby was equally excited as the dispenser of pleasure as Fallon cummed effusively. 

Fallon felt it build in her. Gabby saw all the signs of its spread. Her friend's gyrating body. Her swaying head. Her rapid breathing. Her gorgeous fem moans.

"Ooh, my! You sweet, naughty tart. I love it! Ooh yeah! Ooh!"

Fallon got the orgasmic lot, like suddenly every dessert on the menu arriving at the same time. Layers of delight.

The tingly first hint stirred her pussy and hard clit. Her G-spot, the second helping of cream. Then the pulsating waves of sexual release bound through her banana-stuffed arse and her frigged clitty.

Every fibre of her body engaged in pleasurable sensation.

Wow!

A freefall of absolute frickin self-happiness. 

Well, Fallon nearly fell forward over Gabby; she was so flushed, relaxed, and reduced to wobbly body jelly.

God, Gabby's face was wet. Soaked glistening cheeks. Drips on her chin.

There was some pashy girly kissing as they tried to calm down, but boy, it took them a fair while to get any sort of reasonable composure.

After their lingering embrace, Gbaby grabbed her friend's hand and exited the laneway's far end. 

She left behind her own alleyway art installation — a banana condom!

Then, on a whim, arm in arm, they crossed the road opposite her apartment block, and she took Fallon to the park. 

It was too lovely a day to be inside. 

Gabby brought two soft-serve ice cream cones from a park vendor, and they sat on the grass together under a large shady tree. 

Cooling licking but greedily thinking of what they wanted to return to.

Fallon's eyes nearly popped as Gabby got another banana out of her bag. 

However, her friend said, "Hey, Honey, you can eat me out later in the shower," as she peeled and divided the banana and stuck half each into their ice cream.

There would be time for Gabby's apartment, time for her shower, and time for Gabby's intimate, secret girly parts. 

They had all the time in the world because they were together.

However, in the immediate moment, a banana shared was a simple life pleasure.