'I know.' I took her hand. She was dressed in a pink silk robe, and nothing else. 'I'm here because I want to be. I guess it's what I've always wanted. I just never had the chance.'
'I'm glad you came,' Amy said. 'I've been thinking about you all afternoon.'
She kissed me, and it just kept getting better and better. Her tongue eased its way into my mouth and played with my own. I felt my knees go instantly weak again, and I pressed my body close to hers. Amy kept a hold on my hand and led me down the hall. My heart was fluttering wildly. She stopped outside the bathroom.
'I was just about to take a shower,' she said, watching for my reaction. Without a word I opened the bathroom door and walked in first. As I turned around to face her, I was already unbuttoning my shirt. Amy gently halted my hands and took over the job herself. It was such a thrill to be unwrapped by her. The want in her eyes made me feel sexy and desirable in a way that I never had before. She stripped me down to my panties – I hadn't bothered to wear a bra – and I felt intensely vulnerable, standing almost naked before her. It was something I wasn't used to, and I was a little scared. She was about to pull my panties down when she sensed my hesitation.
Amy stepped back, looked into my eyes, then opened her robe and allowed it to glide swiftly off her shoulders and gather at her feet. I took in her naked body for the first time. Her skin was the same soft, natural tone all over, with no tan lines. Her hips were a little more shapely than mine, and the tops of her well-toned thighs curved neatly into a triangle of hair that was the same deep brown as that of her head. Her breasts were large and firm, with nipples that were much bigger than mine. She looked incredible.
She stepped forward and took my face in her hands. I touched her waist, then slowly reached around to stroke her smooth ass. As we kissed, Amy's hands dropped into the waistband of my panties. She pushed them down, and I stepped out of them, no longer afraid. Our breasts were touching, and I felt my nipples getting hard against her skin. She manoeuvred her left leg between mine, and I moved my pussy firmly on her thigh. I was getting more adventurous all the time.
In the shower we touched, and explored, but not too deeply. We kissed and caressed, soaping each other up and embracing beneath the spray. Then we got out and, wrapped in towels and shivering slightly, ran to the warmth of Amy's bedroom.
The room was lit by only a single bedside lamp. She dried me, her actions always so gentle and loving, and laid me down on the bed. As she knelt beside me, just staring at my body, I felt every inch of my skin come alive under her gaze. I was desperate for her to touch me, but she stayed like that for a while, simply looking.
When she finally reached out a hand and touched my stomach, I jolted as though shocked by electricity. The smallest, finest hairs on my skin stood up, reaching for her fingers. She brushed her hand up my body, just barely touching me, and my breath shuddered from my lips. I had never been handled so softly. It was somewhere on the wonderful border between caressing and tickling; almost enough to make me laugh, but not quite.
When she reached my breasts I was going crazy. She licked one of her fingers and rubbed it over my left nipple, and I curled my toes up. She lowered her mouth and, with the slightest pressure, teased my solid nipple with her tongue. I moaned as she flicked it, then sucked it, then nibbled it. She took her time, moving to my other nipple. All the while, her hand was stroking me again, up and down my stomach and sides, so that it felt almost like two lovers were attending to me.
I closed my eyes and felt Amy explore my body. Her mouth seemed to kiss and lick every part of me: my neck, my shoulders, my arms, hands, waist, thighs, behind my knees, my ankles. Her breath and hands were so warm, opening me up and making me tingle in places I never knew could actually be pleasurable. By the time she began stroking my outer labia, the tension inside me was a spring wound tight and aching to be released. I was hot and wet, breathing hard and hungry for her.
Amy put her finger inside me, just a little, and when it was wet she began stroking my clit. It was heaven. Still, I felt a little guilty getting all the attention, and I was eager to discover Beth's body. I sat up slightly, and she leaned down to kiss me. I put my hands on her breasts, and she sensed what I wanted. She knelt up on the bed, and I sat facing her, my legs on either side of hers.
My face was level with her breasts, and I began to kiss her there, as gentle as she had been with me. Every time my lips made contact with her skin, her breath shuddered. Her reactions turned me on even more. I moved down to her stomach, pushing my tongue briefly into her belly button. She giggled a little, then moaned as I moved down even further, stroking her ass at the same time. I kissed and licked the tops of her thighs, gradually getting closer to what lay between them. I was drowning in the scent of her arousal, but I was still too afraid.
I stopped and shook my head.
'What's wrong?'
I couldn't look her in the eye. 'I'm sorry. I just don't want to mess it up and disappoint you.' I was almost crying.
She touched my chin and lifted my face. Her warm smile made me feel instantly okay. 'You won't disappoint me. I don't expect you to be an expert your first time.'
She lay down beside me on the bed and opened her legs. 'Here.' She guided my hand to her pussy. It felt almost hot. 'Just touch me like you touch yourself.'
So I did. I masturbated her just the way I like it, and it turned out, she liked it that way too. As I moved my wet finger over her clit, watching the pleasure on her face, I began to think about how I would like someone to go down on me. When I had a clear picture in my mind, I took my hand away and lowered my mouth.
At first I was tentative. I tasted her out of curiosity, and I liked it. Starting at the bottom, I ran my tongue all the way up to her clit, then repeated. As my confidence increased I began to improvise, slowing down, or lingering at the top for a couple of extra licks.
'That's good,' Amy breathed. 'Just do what feels natural.'
After a minute or two I centered in on her clit, lapping at it as though it were an ice cream. I went slow, then fast; hard, then very gentle. Amy was making louder noises, and moving her hips in time. I was really concentrating, paying attention to her body and the reactions she was giving. I lost tack of time, buried in her excitement. I almost felt like I was getting inside her.
When she came, I slightly panicked. I stopped moving my tongue, but she gripped my head and told me to keep going. I kept licking until the tension had evaporated from her, and her butt collapsed back on the bed. When I lifted my mouth, my face was wet; a mixture of my saliva and her orgasm. I wiped my chin but left my lips. Then I moved up and lay on top of Amy. She kissed me greedily, and I could tell she liked tasting herself on me.
When she had recovered, she said, 'Thank you.'
'Was it okay?'
You couldn't tell?' she laughed.
'Well, I don't know. I guess so, but . . .'
She kissed me again. 'It was great. You're a natural pussy-eater, baby.' She rolled me gently over onto my back. 'And now, it's
your
turn.'
I wasn't nervous anymore. I was desperate for her to go down on me. I spread my legs and watched as she kissed the length of my thighs. My cunt was burning, but she was taking her time, making me wait. I kept lifting my butt to push my crotch toward her, and every time she smiled and kept licking and kissing around the tops of my thighs.
'Please,' I said.
That was the magic word. Amy finally put her mouth on my pussy, licking the outer lips. From that first contact I fell into ecstasy. Her tongue knew me better than my own fingers. She toyed, caressed and licked me in a way that made me utterly helpless. I became like water, sinking and rising; juddering with the ripples that emanated from between my legs. My clit was pulsing like a tiny heart, sending out heat that washed over my body.
I moaned and panted, unable to control the sounds that came from my open mouth. I would have done anything for Amy in that moment, just as long as she kept doing it to me. 'Don't stop,' I breathed. 'Don't stop, don't stop.' It built up inside me, and I could feel that pleasant itch that signalled the beginning of my orgasm. Amy somehow sensed it and stopped, lifting her tongue from my clit. I writhed around, begging her to keep going.
