Such a nice wake-up, I thought, looking down under the sheets and between my long, supple legs.

Stacey’s fingers holding my folds apart, traces of her vibrant red lipstick marked across the fingers, exposing me.

Her breath warm and moist against my swollen clit, her tongue running up my lips and swishing over my clit with a trail of her saliva connecting us before her tongue darted out again and repeated the process.

I had no idea how long she had been down there, but I sure was happy she was; I settled back and watched my redheaded girlfriend set the pace.