A Pink Lady After All

Back and forth Rizzo moved, producing tiny sparks with her teeth and tongue. She kept this up for a few minutes, then unexpectedly stopped. Sandy looked up as Rizzo lifted herself just high enough as to be able to grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it over her head, dropping it to the side. Then, with equal quickness, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, quickly pulling it off and letting to fall on top of her blouse.

Sandy's eyes opened wide as the beauty of Rizzo's breasts came into focus. Similar in size and shape to her own, they were set apart by much larger areola, darker in color and capped by much thicker nipples. They were hardly the first breasts she had seen, but never had she looked at another girl's endowments in quite this context.

Rizzo cradled each breast in an outstretched palm for a moment, rubbing her flesh and working away the stiffness that had set in while confined. Then, letting them fall free, she leaned forward and brought them to within easy reach of Sandy's mouth.

Eager to accept as a baby with a bottle, Sandy quickly drew one nipple into her mouth and began to suck on it. She'd always wondered why it was that men seem to be so fascinated by a woman's breasts, now she knew. The softness in her mouth was like sweet honey as her tongue whirled around the stiff hardness in its center. Enthusiasm was sometimes a poor substitute for skill, but in this case, Rizzo didn't seem to mind in the least. There would be, she was sure, plenty of time in the future for her to become more skilled. For now, it was enough just to let Sandy have fun with it and enjoy the experience.

Eventually, Rizzo returned to orally massaging Sandy's left mound, even as the nimble fingers of her hand brought a gratifying, if lesser pleasure to its twin. The brunette shifted hand and mouth, balancing the delights she brought the girl beneath her. Even as she did, her remaining hand was far from idle, sliding down Sandy's side to pull up the bottom of her dress until it was bunched up against her waist.

Moving back between the prone girl's legs, Rizzo's hand found a pair of panties already soaked with Sandy's arousal. Her fingers slipped under the elastic barrier and brushed across the small, light colored patch of hair that covered her sex.

"Oh God!" Sandy gasped even louder as Rizzo pressed on and probed her tight virgin sex.

An experience that, as much as it excited Sandy, had an even greater effect on Rizzo. Working a second finger into the warm, tight opening, she slowly moved both of them back and forth, each time penetrating a little deeper. Each new entry caused Sandy to writhe in ecstasy, her cries blending into one long, continuous moan.

With lightning bolts of delight from two directions crossing her body, Sandy found herself lost in a sea of near orgasmic heaven. A sea whose waves doubled and tripled in intensity as Rizzo increased the pace of her ministrations, adding a third source of enchantment when her thumb came to rest against Sandy's excited nub, quickly bringing, to that most sensitive of spots, the same energy she'd brought to the rest of her sexual core.

Sandy's breathing quickened even more as she felt her body teetering on the edge of rapture, a place she had never visited under the tutelage of another. Rizzo knew she was almost there, spurring her to into one last maximum effort. She took Sandy's nipple in her mouth as once more, her hand thrusting deeper and harder than it had before.

"Riiiiizzzzooooooo!!" Sandy screamed she exploded in a climax unlike any by her own hand.

Her body rocked with total abandon, shaking with an intensity that would've sent her flying off the couch had it not been for the weight of the woman above. A woman who, despite the frantic thrashing beneath her, continued to give her all, extending the length of Sandy's orgasm as long as possible.

When Sandy's body finally came to rest, Rizzo lifted herself off the couch. Just far enough that she could lean over and kiss Sandy once more. A kiss that lasted a very long time.

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The two girls lay interlocked on the couch, sharing the fading glow of Sandy's orgasm. They gently stroked each other's bodies, sharing soft touches and even softer kisses. Normally, after she'd been with a guy, even if she'd only gotten him off, Rizzo couldn't wait to put some distance between them. With a girl, she enjoyed the aftermath almost as much as the lovemaking that led to it. Besides, even if Sandy hadn't realized it yet, the night was far from over.

Another difference between the men and women that shared Rizzo's attentions, was that too often the men were really just boys trying to be men. Thinking with the tiny head between their legs and not the one above their shoulders. Just about all of the T-Birds, including Danny and Kenickie, fell into that category. Girls on the other hand, seemed to always be more levelheaded. Sex with a woman involved a lot more than just getting their rocks off, as Kenickie often described it.

In the long run, Rizzo knew, she would probably wind up marrying some guy because that was what society expected of her. Spending her life with a woman, however more desirable that might be, just wasn't in the cards. That would take a courage she really doubted she had. Courage, she had been surprised to discover, existed in someone she never would've imagined capable of it.

Last year, while working off some detention hours in the registrar's office, she happened to come across the address cards of both Principal McGee and her secretary, Blance. According to the cards, the two women lived on opposite ends of town. Yet they always seemed to arrive together every morning, as well as leave together at night. It was a long way for one of them to go to pick up the other.

Filled with curiosity, Rizzo had followed them home the next afternoon, discovering that they only went as far as the apartment listed as the home address of the Principal. The other address, it turned out, was that of the secretary's married sister. The two older women had been sharing an apartment for the better part of thirty years. A fact that hardly needed to be kept secret, unless there was a lot more involved than just sharing the bills.

After that day, Rizzo felt a new respect for the Principal and went out of the way not to rattle her cage the way she did most of the other teachers. To this day, she had never shared with anyone what she knew about the two of them.

"A nickel for your thoughts," Sandy said as she saw the far away look on Rizzo's face.

"Do you think they're worth that much?" Rizzo grinned as she snapped out of her memories and kissed Sandy.

"I'm not sure, but I know what your kisses are worth," Sandy laughed.

"Just my kisses?"

"Well, I'd have to say the rest was priceless," Sandy beamed, remembering how wondrous she'd felt such a short time before.

"Priceless, huh," Rizzo grinned, thinking that was once of the nicest things anyone had ever said about her. "Well I'll tell you what, why don't we go up to my bedroom and we'll see what else might be priceless."

"Won't your parents be home soon?" Sandy asked, realizing the late hour.

"They went out to dinner and then they're going to see that new Tony Curtis, Marilyn Monroe flick, 'Some Like It Hot' over in Bakertown. They won't be home until real late." Rizzo replied. "In fact, why don't you call home and say you're going to spend the night here. I'm sure we could have a blast."

Sandy really couldn't imagine what else Rizzo had in mind. Nevertheless, she didn't hesitate a moment before reaching for the nearby phone and to start dialing her home number. She had gone too far over the line to turn back now.

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Reaching Rizzo's room, Sandy found it pretty much the same as all the other girls she'd met since transferring to Rydell. Right down to the pile of 45's stacked next to the box record player. There was even a five by five bulletin board on the dresser, covered with photos of teen idols. There was Troy Donahue of course, along with Fabian, and of course Elvis who, despite being in the Army, was still The King. Then Sandy did a double-take when she saw the collection on the bottom of the board.

Lined up in a row, were pictures of Sandra Dee, Doris Day, Deborah Kerr, Annette Funicello and Audrey Hepburn. Unlike the rest, the photo of Annette wasn't a head shot but one that showed off the assets that endeared her to a generation of teenage boys. And also, not a few girls as well.

Rizzo stepped up behind her and once more undid the dress Sandy had half pulled up before coming upstairs. This time she slid it all the way off, leaving the blonde in just her bra and panties. Rizzo hadn't bothered to cover her own semi-nudity and pressed her breasts into Sandy's back, prompting the younger girl to sigh softly and tilt her head back to meet Rizzo's in a kiss.

Their mouths met, tongues again slipping past soft lips to dance an erotic ballet. Rizzo glided her hands up across Sandy's stomach, slipping under the cups of her bra to come to rest against her hard nipples.

"Oh yes," Sandy moaned softly as she felt strong fingers press against her tips.

They continued to trade kisses and explore each other's bodies, and in doing so rid themselves of what clothing remained. It wasn't long before neither of them had anything else left to remove.

Breaking their embrace, both Sandy and Rizzo took a few steps back in order to fully take in the other. They had of course shared both a locker room and shower during gym class during the year, but those occasions had been restricted to clandestine glances in each other's direction. In public at least, it wasn't too good an idea to be casting an eyeball in the wrong direction.

"God, you're cherry," Rizzo exclaimed, letting out a loud appreciative whistle at the same time.

Sandy might've said the same of Rizzo, but for different reasons. The curves on the dark haired girl weren't as soft as those on the blonde, there was a harder edge to her physique. It was a difference that thrilled Sandy to no end.

"Oh, you have one of those new Barbie dolls," Sandy said, her attention drifting for a moment as she spotted the eleven inch doll on a bookcase.

"Right now I'd rather have a Sandy doll," Rizzo replied, bringing her attention back on track. "Come on, I want to show you something really boss.

Rizzo guided Sandy to the nearby bed, sitting her down on the bottom edge. She dropped down to her knees, and spread Sandy's legs apart, reaching in with her right hand and running her fingers across the small blonde bush within.

Sandy shuddered as Rizzo slipped two finger deep inside of her, thinking that they were about to have a repeat of what had happened downstairs. She arched back her shoulders, closing her eyes as those nimble digits began to move in and out. Slowly at first, then with increasing ferocity. Little cries of delight spilled from Sandy's mouth, as analogous ripples washed over her body.

"Ahhhhh!!" Sandy cried out as her eyes popped open in surprise as an even more wondrous sensation suddenly replaced the touch of Rizzo's hand.

Looking downward, she marveled to see the tangled mass of Rizzo's dark curls, bouncing up and down as the leader of the Pink Ladies pressed her mouth hard again the blonde covered mound between her legs. Her darting tongue stretching between her wet folds, bringing with it a new definition of paradise.

The sweet nectar that was Sandy excited Rizzo like few girls had ever done before. She licked hard and deep as Sandy began to move in rhythm to the thrusts along her sugar walls, glancing against her clit again and again. Each wet caress sent an electric shock rippling through her, their intensity rising with each repetition.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my God!" Sandy cried out in shortened breaths as the fires between her legs spread out like a forest fire, devouring everything in their path.

Fires that were blown out with explosive force short moments later as Rizzo once more sent her hurdling over the precipice. Sandy collapsed back onto the bed as every muscle in her body seemed to contract and a shockwave of pleasure crashed over her every inch.

-=-=-=-

This time, it took Sandy twice as long to emerge from the orgasmic fog her climax had covered her in. When her eyes opened and finally focused, the first think she saw was a grinning Rizzo leaning over her.

"That was... that was...," she stammered, "I don't know what that was but I'm never going to forget it."

"Think you want to try it?" Rizzo smiled.

Sandy's answer came not in words but in action as, fueled by desire, she jumped up and off the bed. She grabbed Rizzo and rolled her over so that she was now the one on top.

"I think I've created a monster," Rizzo laughed as she imagined the marquee at the drive in advertising a film called "I Was A Teenage Cunt-Licker."

Their bodies pressed together, Sandy kissed Rizzo with all of the passion her orgasm had instilled in her. At the same time, her hands cupped the brunette's breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rubbing her fingers over the stiff nipples.

Rizzo moaned softly as, copying her example from earlier, Sandy kissed her way down to the valley of her bounty, leaving a wet train in her wake. Bringing her hands together, Sandy pushed Rizzo's breasts against each other, bringing both areolas within easy each.

Tilting her head right and left, Sandy drew wet, concentric circles around each, licking the pointed tip of Rizzo's mounds before drawing them one at a time into her mouth. Her earlier analogy of a babe and a bottle still held true as, if only in spirit, she drew sustenance from her action.

Rizzo moaned and squirmed as Sandy continued toward the treasure below, her massaging fingers and mouth exhibiting a skill inconsistent with her experience. Reaching her prize, she paused to take in the full beauty of the erotic flower. A flower that had a most intoxicating aroma, one that she drew deeply of as she leaned forward and kissed its center. Outstretched fingers parted the dark haired folds and the curious girl slipped another finger past the opening.

To her delight, the warm, enveloping walls felt identical to her own. Then again, she told herself, it would've been silly to think it would be otherwise. More importantly, she mentally added, what felt good to her should also feel good to Rizzo. Despite what people might've assumed of her, she was hardly such a square as to have never pleasured herself in private.

Slowly, she glided her finger in and out, adding a second and then a third. The reaction of Rizzo's body told her that she at least was doing this right. Now it was time to tread into unknown territory.

Reaching out with her tongue, Sandy ran it up and down the length of Rizzo's sex, covering it with the sweet nectar that the older girl's excitement had produced. This, the blonde quickly decided, was indeed different than her own, which she had tasted out of curiosity. That every girl had her own distinct flavor, at least to a degree, was a discovery she found exciting.

Her roving tongue began to branch out as she exposed more of the pink walls, slipping back and forth, up and down. Her tongue alternating caressing the points of the compass with tight circles around the clitoris which had become erect at her touch. A loud cry of satisfaction from Rizzo told her that was the spot to concentrate her actions.

It didn't take long for Sandy to fall into a natural rhythm, licking and nibbling at the sweet flesh, sending diminutive sparks of joy radiating outward. Sparks that grew more powerful with each oscillation.

"I didn't create a monster," Rizzo thought as the first of three orgasms began to take hold of her, each building on the dynamism of the last, "I've discovered gold!"

Gold indeed as Sandy wrapped her lips around Rizzo's clitoris, drinking deep of the fruits of her eager efforts. For a girl who only a day before had never gone beyond first base, the girl from Australia had the potential to be the best lover she'd ever had.

Her second orgasm followed almost on the heels of the first, the force of which left Rizzo quivering. The third, and most powerful, was the equal of any she'd ever had before.

Her face covered with the juices of Rizzo's multiple climaxes, Sandy dropped next to her lover, reaching up to pull her head closer and bring their lips together. This kiss, the most intimate of all, was the pinnacle of their lovemaking.

"Angel, you are the most!!" Rizzo declared with glee as she hugged Sandy tightly.

Sandy smiled, feeling more satisfied than she'd ever felt before. A satisfaction that wrapped around her like a comfortable blanket, but one that was suddenly tossed aside by a cold chill as she remembered the reason all of this had happened in the first place.

"Oh Riz, I forgot all about Danny," she gushed excitedly. "I love what just happened, but I still don't know what to do about Danny?"

"Don't worry," Rizzo said, thinking that if that blockhead didn't want Sandy, she certainly did, "I know just what to do. First we'll do something with your hair, maybe make it more curly, I know he likes that. Then, I have this really great black outfit, tight and low, that'll really razz his berries when he sees you in it."

"That would be just the best," Sandy replied, her smile quickly returning. "How am I ever going to thank you?"

Rizzo was almost ready to say she'd more than thanked her already, but then thought better of it. Instead, she leaned in for another kiss, whispering as she did, "But all of that can wait until the morning, why don't we see if you can do what you just did a second time?"

From the way Sandy kissed her back, the Pink Lady was certain that, given the hours they had until tomorrow, the blonde beauty might even be willing to go for a triple play.

END