Suddenly I began searching my mind for the guilt I expected to feel. It just wasn't there. Maybe it would be there in the light of day. Maybe, because Linda had told me I could "mess" without commitment, it would never be there. I started telling myself this was a one or two nighter, that I would get my fill and leave before things got out of hand. A game of catch and release, and nothing else.
I looked at Heather's body as she lay next to me. Her top was bunched under her arms. The front cups of her bra were pulled all the way down. Her skirt was more than half-way up her thighs. Her legs were opened, invitingly.
"Would you like to undress me?" I asked.
She smiled broadly. "I'd love to!"
I lay back on the bed as Heather bent over me and began unbuttoning my blouse. Slowly. Savoring each sweet moment. Her beautiful red hair flowed down over my head; I ran my fingers through the soft strands as she pulled the material from my jeans and drew it to each side, revealing my light-blue bra.
"Mmm. Very nice," she whispered.
"It unclasps in front," I said.
"How convenient!" she laughed.
She unclasped the bra and pulled the cups to the side. She seemed to be in awe of my only average-sized breasts. "They're bigger than mine," she said.
I laughed to myself. I don't often hear that from another woman. "My nipples are really sensitive," I offered.
"Let's see." She lowered her head and kissed each nipple, softly, in turn. My whole body shivered at the touch. "Mmm. They are sensitive! We'll get back to them in a few minutes."
She raised her body up and began unbuckling my leather belt, then undid the button of my jeans. Deftly, she drew the zipper down and the jeans separated into a wide "V". I lifted my hips and she drew the jeans downward, over my waist, down my legs, and off of my feet.
My French-cut panties matched the color of my bra. There was a thin band of blue mesh at the panty tops. "Sexy undies," cooed Heather.
"Thank you," I said with an embarrassed smile.
"Almost too nice to take off."
"You can leave them on if you want."
"Then I might miss what's inside them," she said softly as she curled her fingers into the elastic top eased them down. When she finished, I was completely naked from the waist down. "You don't shave like I do," she continued, staring down at the triangular forest of light-brown curls that adorned my lower abdomen.
There was something strangely erotic about her looking down at my pussy. "I tried to shave, once or twice, but I could never get used to the itchy feeling."
"I'll let mine grow out, if you want me to," she said.
My mine raced for a second. "Growing out" her pubic hair had the connotation of long term. I decided to let the thought pass, except to ask, "What color is it?"
"Same as my hair. I'm a natural redhead."
"I bet it would be pretty."
"We'll see," she said.
I leaned forward and Heather slid my blouse and bra down my arms. As I laid back, I was totally naked beneath her. I watched as her eyes soaked in my entire body, from head to foot. Her soft smile, following the brief inspection, spoke a thousand words. Obviously she liked what she saw. And I loved being naked for her.
Throwing her hair back, Heather quickly shed her pullover and un-snapped her bra from the back. She, too, was naked now, save for her denim skirt. There was a part of me that wanted to leave the skirt on because she looked so good in it and because I still had access to all of her goodies. She moved to undo the side zipper of her skirt.
"Wait," I interrupted. "Leave it on for a second."
Heather looked at me with a questioning look in her eyes.
"For just a second," I continued. "Lie down on your tummy, sweetie."
Heather moved onto her tummy and I moved down her body until I was kneeling between her slightly spread legs. Her legs were opened far enough to give me a wonderfully enticing view all the way up her skirt to the puffy slit that I had already tasted. I gently massaged her calves, kneading the flesh beneath my fingertips before slowing working my way to the backs of her knees. Her skirt was almost half-way up her thighs, bunched slightly around her perfect ass. The ass that I was about to see completely naked for the first time. The ass that I had lusted after from the moment I saw it at the party. The ass that I would take my time with and enjoy to its fullest in just a few moments.
My hands wandered to Heather's thighs, just beneath the skirt. I continued the upward massage, feeling the warm flesh, until my lower arm began to push the blue denim higher, ever so slowly, until my fingers made contact with the area where buttocks meet thighs. Where, in Heather's case, the perfectly round derriere began to take shape. She moaned softly when my fingers pressed into each sweet globe. I kept thinking I was in some kind of dream, that no one could be so fortunate as I to have one of the finest asses I had ever seen right then and there for the taking.
I gently moved the skirt all the way up to Heather's waist, then leaned back and took in the view of what I had just exposed. "Exquisite" was one word I thought of, but even that didn't capture the beauty of this young girl's ass. Maybe "perfect" was a better word, because nothing is better than perfect and nothing could have been more perfect than what I was feasting my eyes on.
"You have a beautiful ass, Heather," I finally blurted. "Absolutely gorgeous."
I watched her smile at my compliment. "It's yours for the taking, Beth."
"Keep your chest down on the bed, but raise up on your knees," I said, my voice so thick I could hardly talk.
"You want a better view, huh?" she said, as I watched the beautiful buns lift up right before my eyes.
Her question went unanswered. The answer was in the question. I couldn't have asked for a better view. I ran my hands all over the proffered buttocks, enjoying to my heart's delight the wonderful feel of firm fleshiness. Heather rotated her hips slightly to my touch. I could tell she was enjoying the attention I was paying to the best part of her body.
Boldly, I used my thumbs to pry open her cheeks, just long enough to expose the tiny, pink, crinkly rosebud. I was testing the waters again. She had to have known what I just did, but raised no objection. I kneaded the flesh some more before spreading her open again. This time I left her exposed for several seconds. She knew what I was looking at.
I decided to go for all the marbles. Leaving her precious rosebud exposed to the night air, I asked, "Are you sensitive back here, too?"
