When Sarah led Darla into her room at the boarding house, she closed and locked the door behind them. And when she turned around Darla was already standing right in front of her, gazing longingly into her eyes. She put both hands up to Sarah's face and kissed her passionately.
"You're so beautiful," Darla whispered. "I love your eyes; your beautiful brown eyes..."
Sarah was flattered. To her, Darla was the far more attractive of the two of them, but she felt a glow of happiness at the complement nevertheless.
Slowly, Darla began unbuttoning Sarah's checked shirt.
"I want to make love to you."
Sarah gazed into those piercing blue eyes as the girl's fingers worked their way downwards, popping each button, and then pushed the shirt from her shoulders. It dropped silently to the floor so that Sarah now stood in jeans, sneakers and a skimpy, dark green vest. And when Darla glanced down to check out Sarah's breasts she smiled as she noticed the nipples were hard.
They kissed again, still standing by the door, and Darla fondled Sarah's tits over her vest top. She then pushed Sarah back against the wall -- not violently but firmly, so that they were pressed up close to each other as they kissed.
Their breasts made contact through their clothes and their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Hands roamed, explored.
When she felt Darla tugging at her vest, Sarah intuitively raised her arms up and they reluctantly broke off the kiss so it could be pulled quickly off. They shared a light, girlish giggle as Sarah's arms got caught up in it momentarily before it was discarded along with her shirt.
Darla's eyes moved appreciatively over Sarah's body, admiring her small but pert breasts as they sat cradled in her bra.
"God, you're so beautiful..."
Sarah reached back to unhook her bra and immediately saw the look of pleasure on Darla's face.
The bra was dropped to the floor.
"Wow..." Darla whispered, with genuine admiration. She cupped Sarah's breasts in her hands, weighing them, caressing them, rubbed her thumbs over the erect nipples. "You have such wonderful tits, Sarah..."
Sarah laughed gently in response. "I'm glad you approve."
Once again assuming the dominant role, Darla took the half-naked Sarah by the hand and led her over to the bed, pushing her back gently onto the freshly-laundered sheets. Kneeling on the floor between Sarah's legs, she removed first one, then both of Sarah's sneakers, followed by her socks. The removal of each item caused Sarah's heart to pound against her chest, since it brought her closer and closer to the sexual intimacy she so badly craved. After removing Sarah's socks and shoes, Darla moved upwards. Gazing up at Sarah with those naughty blue eyes and that seductive smile, she took her time popping each button of Sarah's jeans, teasing her, drawing out the suspense. With the growing promise of Darla's lips, tongue or fingers exploring her pussy Sarah became wetter and wetter, and wondered if she would come out of sheer anticipation.
By now Darla had fully opened Sarah's fly to reveal white cotton panties beneath. She breathed in the lovely scent that rose up from inside her jeans: a totally feminine mixture of perfume, the natural, sweet odor of Sarah's skin and the musky, unmistakeable smell of a very wet pussy. She tenderly kissed Sarah's crotch over the panties, feeling the coarse pubic hair through the material, and after giving her a sly, sultry smile proceeded to pull Sarah's jeans down.
"Oh God," whispered Sarah as Darla eased down her denims; she helped her lover to remove them by raising her ass off the bed and then wriggling her legs a little. The insides of her upper thighs were practically awash with her juices, and she felt a little embarrassed by the fact that her underwear was absolutely saturated.
With a final tug, Darla got her jeans off and tossed them aside, leaving Sarah wearing only those little white panties. She knew her pussy must have been fully visible through the damp material and made to cover herself with both hands. Darla stopped her.
"No," she whispered. "I love it that you're so turned on. I'm feeling exactly the same way."
She encountered no resistance now as she slipped Sarah's panties down her legs and discarded them, gazing upon her lover's completely naked body. This time, Sarah jettisoned all feelings of self-consciousness and opened her legs a little to show Darla her glistening vagina. Her gift.
Neither of them said a word but both were feeling that same intense rush of arousal at the thought of what was coming next. They shared one lingering glance of mutual gratitude before Darla plunged her face between Sarah's legs to lose herself in the warm, wet grotto that awaited her.
"Oh my God," Sarah groaned quietly. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as Darla's tongue melted inside her. "That feels...amazing..."
There was no response from Darla, who was miles away down there between Sarah's thighs, gently lapping and licking at her slit. Her eyes were closed, too, and she was concentrating on giving her lover pleasure. First she licked Sarah's vagina, alternately sucking on the outer lips and tonguing her dripping hole, before turning her attention to the swollen clitoris which, when touched, made Sarah squirm with joy. It wasn't long before Darla made her come two or three times in succession, and when this happened Sarah gripped the sheets and almost screamed in ecstasy.
Afterward she lay in an erotic haze on the bed, eyes still closed, legs spread, pussy glistening and tingling and throbbing. A big, dreamy smile of satisfaction played across her lips.
Darla stood up and pulled off her own heavy boots, which hit the floor loudly when she tossed them aside. She yanked her overalls open and Sarah thrilled at the sound of the poppers snapping apart, all at once, and she opened her eyes to watch Darla undress.
Under her greasy overalls Darla was wearing a little white vest and black lace panties -- but no bra -- and her body made Sarah's stomach flutter with admiration and envy. From the sculpted definition of her arms and midriff, which was just visible beneath the hem of her short vest, Sarah could tell Darla worked out regularly; not so much that the muscles were overworked but enough to make them perfectly toned and supple beneath her lovely olive skin.
In just her vest and panties, Darla climbed onto the bed beside Sarah and they kissed some more, stroking each other's faces and hair and exchanging longing looks and smiles. They ran their hands over each other's bodies, fingers trailing and caressing.
Darla's skin smelled wonderful. The smell of the garage was still strong on her -- motor oil and grease and diesel -- mixed with her own delicate, natural scent, a concoction that made Sarah's head swim as they kissed.
Together they removed Darla's vest, and Sarah moved on top of her so that their breasts squashed together whilst they resumed kissing.
Although Darla had been complementary about Sarah's small but well-rounded tits, Sarah had to concede that Darla's were much more impressive than her own. They were bigger, to be sure -- probably a C cup compared to her modest 36B -- but their shape and form were perfect, and she had beautiful brown nipples that were just the right size for her breasts. Sarah was thinking about this as she moved down to kiss them, taking each hard nipple into her mouth in turn and sucking gently on them.
"Harder..." moaned Darla. "Suck my nipples harder, honey..."
Sarah did as instructed, pulling each one harder into her mouth and using her teeth to stimulate the dimpled skin around them. This made Darla writhe with pleasure beneath her.
"Yeah, just like that, baby..."
After sucking on Darla's nipples until they were small and stiff and swollen, Sarah removed Darla's panties and went down on her, bringing her to orgasm quickly. Her pussy was dark and musky and sweet, and incredibly responsive to Sarah's tongue, and she enjoyed lapping at its exquisite juices. At one point her tongue accidentally-on-purpose brushed Darla's anus, making her gasp. They both paused and looked at each other, unsure if this was an area they should be exploring, before a naughty look flashed across Sarah's eyes and she returned her tongue to Darla's most intimate place.
"You bad girl," Darla whispered, smiling and closing her eyes. "And so innocent looking, too..."
The two women made each other come over and over and over again that evening. The hours were spent alternately making love and holding each other while they talked freely and intimately, or drinking the wine that Sarah had bought at the liquor store in town earlier that afternoon. At two in the morning they watched a late-nite movie in bed, happy in each other's arms. By three thirty they had both dozed off, exhausted, and slept soundly without moving apart.
In the morning Darla woke to find a note left by Sarah on the pillow. She smiled as she read it and thought of her pretty new lover, who promised to return after her conference had finished later that day. Then, before getting up for work herself, Darla let her hand stray underneath the sheet and she slipped a finger into her already moistened pussy. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the thought of making love again, whispering softly as she touched herself.
"Sarah..."
