Then, as my searching gaze took in the gleam of her coppery hair, the perfect shape of her nose, the fragility of her clavicle, and finally, the uncertainty in her eyes as she met mine at long last, I knew. Slowly, I closed the distance between us, and even more slowly I leaned in towards her. Our lips met, and the sensation was surprising, unusual, pleasant -then so much more than pleasant that without being aware of it I had pulled her to me, every inch of our bodies pressed close, and our lips were locked, mouths open, my tongue greedily exploring every square inch of her mouth, my teeth biting her lower lip gently, then not gently at all, and I heard her moan but didn't care. Her hands traveled down my bare back and rested on the waistband of my thong for a few seconds. I let her slide the thong from my waist, then thought briefly of my boyfriend as I hung it from the same tree where her bra was, only moving away from her for the briefest of moments to make sure the thong wouldn't fall into the lake.
Her skin was the softest in the world. Her hair was the most incredible shade of gold. Her taste was perfection. As her timid lips brushed my nipple in the most hesitant of kisses, I ran my fingers through her hair and a groan of pleasure escaped my lips. Her tongue traced wet circles around my areola, tickling and pleasuring me in the most exquisite way. I lifted her chin forcefully and found her lips with mine once again, kissing her until her head tilted back with the force of my kiss, and removing her underwear -my underwear -not even bothering to hand them on the tree, but tossing them haphazardly towards the shore. My fingers slipped between her legs, and as my thumb brushed her clit I felt her shiver, despite the heat.
"Is this okay?" I asked her, not really waiting for her answer, a muffled affirmation, before plunging two fingers inside her, feeling the warm wetness and the pulsing of her desire. I began to thrust gently, in and out, and her breathing, already heavy, grew more labored. I drew my face away from hers for a moment, to see her closed eyes and opened lips as she gasped with pleasure.
I slipped a third finger into her pussy and thrust harder, feeling the softness of her breasts against mine and half breathless myself. I kissed her neck, then sucked on the skin, wanting every part of her. I found her clit with my other hand and teased it, then began stroking in circles. Her entire body went tense, and she let out a high pitched cry, despite her best efforts to stay completely quiet. I removed my fingers and let them rest gently on her swollen clit, massaging the area around her vagina gently until her breathing returned to normal. I held her in my arms and kissed her gently. As I drew away, I suddenly felt awkward again. She was my best friend. We'd just shared an incredibly intimate moment, and I didn't know how exactly to go about dealing with that. I looked at her. "Sara...?"
She ran her hands over my back and I felt the possessive nature of her touch. I was hers now. She had claimed me, and I had claimed her. "Don't talk now," she said to me, then took my hand and led me back to shore. "We need to get some sleep, or Laura will wonder why we're so tired," she said, putting on her wet underwear and tying her tank top back in place.
I reached for my bra and thong, hanging from the tree branch over the water. She stepped towards me and slowly slipped the bra straps over my arms, then moved behind, fastening the clasp as her lips touched my neck, and her breasts pressed against my back. I couldn't resist pulling her to the ground with me, and we lay on the sand, with her on top of me. She kissed me, and kissed my breasts, so many times I lost count, and closed me eyes and sighed with pleasure. Her hand hesitated at my belly button, then ventured lower. She knew I shaved down there, but I could feel her interest in the smooth triangle of skin. She used two fingers of her right hand to rub my clit with definitive strokes -not too gently, as I had expected from her, and not too forcefully -and within seconds I felt more aroused than I ever had in my life. I wanted her fingers inside me, and sensing my desire she slipped two fingers in, copying everything I had done to her in the lake. Then, suddenly, I felt her move off of me, and I opened my eyes to see her crouched between my legs. Her tongue ran over the skin of my inner thighs, then licked and kissed and sucked on my clit, and I was amazed at how good she was at this -who would have thought -compared to her my boyfriend was awful, really, and then I couldn't think anymore because her tongue was inside my pussy, licking up the juice that dripped readily from me, and her left hand massaged my clit as her right hand stroked my leg. I watched her, amazed at the intensity of my pleasure and hers, and then felt my body tense, my eyes squeeze shut, a powerful warm feeling spread from where her tongue touched me to the tips of my fingers and toes. I knew I should be quiet but couldn't help moaning, and then a gasp tore from me as the wave of pleasure grew stronger. Her lips were on mine once again, and as the feeling finally subsided I felt her tongue run over my upper lip, tasting of my juice.
We lay entangled in one anothers arms for hours, drifting in and out of sleep, blissful despite the heat, until the break of dawn, when the light in the sky warned us that Laura would be awake soon -and so, too, would Sara's mom. We got to our feet and I stepped into the thong I'd been unable to put on the night before.
We shared a last long kiss before rounding the corner and walking up the road to the house, then climbed the stairs as silently as possible and settled back onto the mattress without disturbing Laura. Exhausted, we fell asleep with only our hands touching -and just barely- so as not to create suspicion, and although I wanted more of her, for now, it was enough.
