Reesa wasn't quite sure what she was doing here. After all, she was straight and had never even thought of a woman in that way. Okay, so she had had dreams where she was being licked all over her body by a beautiful woman, but that didn't mean that she was a lesbian. Everyone had those kinds of dreams, didn't they? Unsure of what to do, she walked over to the fireplace and stared into the fire.
"You really look beautiful. I've never seen anyone else who has hair like yours." Shanda smiled at Reesa from across the room. They were so different -- Reesa with her titian hair and Irish green eyes and Shanda, her olive complexion with the brunette locks to match. It seemed so innocent, that first conversation after class -- idle complaints about the reading assignment, the monotone speaking style of the professor. It seemed so natural to continue the chat over coffee. Coffee turned to lunch, lunch to phone calls, and phone calls to a late movie. Now, in Shanda's apartment, Reesa wasn't quite sure what she wanted. The time that they had shared had been wonderful, full of long, deep discussions -- the type that set the foundation for real relationships. It was only in the last few weeks that she had found her skin tingling when Shanda smiled at her and she felt ashamed when she realized that she was blushing with unbidden thoughts.
"Thank you. I hated it when I was little...all the kids called me carrot-top."
Shanda laughed. "Well, I am sure those kids would be kicking themselves now. It always seems like the kids who get teased the most growing up are the most beautiful when they get older. Ugly duckling syndrome, I guess."
For a while Reesa simply stared into the fire, and Shanda let her be. They simply listened to the snapping of the flames licking against the wood, the occasional pop of sap exploding across the surface of the logs. It was warm. It was comfortable. The tension filled the room to near stifling levels. There were only two choices. Reesa turned and looked at Shanda sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa. She could leave and probably never talk to Shanda in the same way again, or she could cross the room and join her on the floor. Reesa fixed her eyes on her companion's, and in that moment there was no decision to be made.
She slowly walked across the room and sank to her knees in front of Shanda. Gently she reached out a tentative hand and slid it across the curve of Shanda's cheek where the brown curl tickled. Her stomach clenched pleasantly at Shanda's sharp intake of breath. Somehow, Shanda knew that the only way that this was going to work for Reesa was if she took the more aggressive lead. Reesa was so tentative...hesitant...scared. Shanda knew just what to do to turn that fear -- not eliminate the fear, but turn it to the sparkling glide of excitement. She reached forward, took hold of Reesa's hair and pulled her into the kiss. Reesa's eyes had widened with dewy shock, but she did not pull away. Shanda pulled her close, but just as her lips were about to take her woman's, Shanda paused. She could feel the sweet whisper of Reesa's breath against her skin, begging for the contact, but she wanted to be sure. She wanted Reesa to be sure.
Ignoring the sharp tug against her scalp, Reesa closed the distance between their lips.
Writers have been describing the first moment of contact between lovers for thousands of years, but how can they describe in words what is such an elemental moment? It's no wonder that images of saints in the presence of God often have an orgasmic look of ecstasy on their faces -- that first touch is like touching the hand of God...dangerous, scary, and important in a way that leaves us forever changed.
As their soft lips skimmed against each other, Shanda and Reesa felt as though they were sinking into pure light. The result of that divinity? Or maybe just a lack of oxygen. Shanda gripped Reesa's hair tighter as she pulled her into her arms and Reesa gave out a little yelp of surprise. Shanda kept her there, in that moment, by pulling her head back to deepen the kiss, but at the same time she stroked her hand over the tender skin behind her lover's ear. Reesa's yelp of surprise turned quickly to a moan of pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" Shanda whispered.
"Yes. Please."
"Please, what?"
Reesa clutched at Shanda's arm. "Please kiss me again."
The soft, sweet kisses seemed to go on for hours. Shanda left small nipping marks along Reesa's ivory skin and both of the lovers had swollen lips that screamed for just one more kiss. Reesa felt as though her soul was going to burst out of her body...her nerves were so energized and her pussy was so wet that she idly wondered if she could be electrocuted on her own power. She was stunned to feel Shanda's lips wrapping around the pouting nipple of her left breast -- dragging its sweetness into her mouth. She was further stunned to feel the orgasm curl through her body, arching her back, thrusting her breast deeper into Shanda's greedy mouth.
