"Can I taste you?" she said, cutely scrunching up her nose.

"Taste me?" her friend said, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'll show you," she said.

She stepped forward and put her face close to that of her friend, almost touching. For a moment she stood, her lips slightly parted, warm breath spilling across her friend's face.

"You're starting to make me uncomfortable," said her friend. "If you're going to do something, get it over with."

In response, she stuck out her tongue and lightly dabbed at her friend's cheek, then started lightly lapping it, like a kitten sampling a saucer of milk.

"Cut that out," her friend said, blushing but not pushing her away. "You're being weird."

She started to lick more vigorously, hungrily. She held her friend's head and began to lick all across the face, across her lips, across her nose, over her eyes.

"Alright, that's enough," said her friend, a tongue darting in her lips when she opened them to speak. "I mean it, cut it MMPH!"

In a deft motion, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed her friend's head. With quick, animal-like darts of her head she gulped down to the shoulders. Each jerk and lunge of her head forced another inch of her friend into her mouth and down her throat. She didn't even pause to enjoy the taste, exquisite though it was. That she had done at the beginning. Now she just wanted her belly full.

With strength she shouldn't have, she threw her head back, heaving her friend's body up into the air. Then--like a bird gulping down a worm--she made a sequence of short, quick swallowing motions which--assisted by gravity--drove the meal into her stomach. She smiled, rubbing her now full belly, and walked happily away, the flavor still lingering on her lips.