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Alone in the garage for the moment and drumming a bit of improv on the kit was Connie, a slightly older girl with long purple-dyed hair and wearing a cyan T-shirt and baggy magenta trousers. Then as soon as she finished a drum break, Connie could hear a knocking of wood close by, coming from behind the door near her. She glanced over at the door, wondering whoever it might be."It's unlocked", Connie called.In response, the doorknob turned before the door was pushed open, revealing the other person, one that Connie would certainly recognise. Jean, a slightly younger girl with short brunette hair and wearing a red T-shirt and skinny blue denim-jeans. Her one and only girlfriend. They had only already bonded in a relationship for some time now, especially ever since that little dance they had together, but only when Connie and Jean started forming a little musical duo together did their love truly start to bloom into something deeper and more intimate."Hey, Connie", Jean waved before walking over to Connie as the door closed behind her."Oh hey, Jean", Connie greeted back with a smile as she stood up from her drumkit. "How you doing?""Allright, I guess", Jean said. "Ever since you got me to join your band, I've been trying to think up some ideas for lyrics for a new song or two"."Lemme guess, songwriter's block?" Connie questioned, to which Jean replied with a nod. "Then we could come up with some inspiration together". Connie set aside her drumsticks and stepped towards Jean, holding her soft hands with her own. "I've always inspired you, and you've always inspired me, right?" Connie gently pinned Jean up against a wall, both girls exchanging warm touches and soft smiles."Indeed, my cool drum-playing DJ girlfriend", Jean replied and grinned cutely before giggling with Connie.The two lovers then closed their eyes and brought their lips together, softly kissing one another as Connie stroked her fingers upon Jean's neck, while Jean herself rested her hands around Connie's hips. Their tongues caressed each other in the midst of exchanging hot lustful breaths through their mouths and nostrils. Connie started grinding her slim body up and down against Jean's own slender body, already as hot as they were for each other, and now the strong friction was making them yearn for one another all that much more.Connie and Jean embraced in a slow and graceful dance, hips gyrating and hands all over. The sounds of rustling and murmuring bounced off the walls of the garage like a perfectly isolated studio, never escaping to the outside and running the risk of caught by any and all ears, whether unsuspecting or deliberately spying in. Connie then started planting kiss after kiss all about on Jean's cheeks, jaw, and that cute neck of hers. In response, Jean hummed and moaned quietly with a sense of satisfaction, and yet still feeling a deep and unquenchable want for more, so much more. And Connie would soon give her that, for she too wanted more out of Jean.Without even a second of hesitation, Connie unbuttoned Jean's trousers and pulled down the zipper before she snuck in her right hand. From the very instance she felt those strong yet nimble fingers slip their way into her lower lips, Jean could only jolt up and let out a gasp of arousal and submission. Seeing her move like this and make sounds like that only encouraged Connie to keep on going at her, pumping her middle fingers in and out of those soft sweet petals while pressing her thumb against that sensitive button.Hanging on to dear life and love, Jean thrusted good and hard with and against Connie's force, riding her all wild and free. She could sense her soul swimming through the tiding waves of pleasure that continued to build up and overwhelm her. Jean's body and neck started to arch forth and bend under the pleasuring will of Connie, desperate to feel more of her perfect touch, never stopping, always ongoing forever and ever. And all through this, she can imagine at least a thousand words racing through her mind, words coming together to form a poem, a poem to be sung by her voice, a song to be performed by Connie and Jean.Just then, as soon as Jean's moans could reach their highest pitch possible, her pelvis thrusted forth one last time before it, and she, climaxed all over Connie's persistent hand and fingers. Sweat drenched down her fair face, close to her still-quivering lips and still-fluttering eyes where stars continued passing by her rushed vision, while her legs still stood her up miraculously even if wobbling for a bit. Feeling those oozing juices on her palm on top on seeing her girlfriend writhe like this because of her action, Connie smiled in purest delight before slowing down her fingers to a halt.Once her fingers had ceased, Connie soon pulled her fingers free, observing the clear fluid running down them, and suckled on each and eventually finished licking up all of Jean's essences. While she refocused her attention back to Jean again, Jean herself was already starting to gain back each of her senses one by one: to see again, to hear again, to smell again, and to feel again. She could even taste the inside of her own mouth and throat, almost dried up for a bit before she managed to moisten it again. With silence and clarity, Connie and Jean gazed closely and longingly."So, did you find your inspiration?" Connie asked."I sure did", Jean answered. "How about you?""Same", Connie nodded and smiled. "My little muse"."My big muse", Jean smiled back. "I got an idea for a song already"."We both do", Connie replied before kissing Jean once more.