She staggered as arms curled around her, as the intruder's lips mashed against hers. The raven haired girl was built taller, willowy and thin, breasts proportionately smaller and hair shorter than the one clawing at her back. But it didn't matter; momentum did, and that carried the two of them, stumbling, through the room. Tip toes slipping, knees knocking and arms flailing the girls fought to keep upright. Their path carried them past the coffee table and over the arm of the love seat and onto the softer bed of cushions in a jumble of female flesh and rushed kisses.
Naked to the moonlight and the shifting glow of the television set, honey blond hair framed her eyes as they burned. She pounced with lust renewed. Tongue parted lips once more, and hot breath washed over cold cheeks as the raven haired girl struggled as her mouth was savaged. The motions of her chest came shallow and fast, pumping air through nose and whatever gaps her mouth could create.
Her struggle renewed as she felt hand on chest; she kicked and clawed, but could find no purchase, only hot, sweaty flesh as it writhed to coil around her. Like a boneless snake the tanned blonde's arms curled and wrapped; she found her hands pinned to the couch, her legs were parted and somewhere -- and without the sensation of the blonde's tongue in her mouth leaving -- her shirt was ripped off and thrown aside.
Knee or shin, something fleshy and hard, slipped between her thighs. Penetration was impossible, but friction would suffice. A helping knee provided push while the toned thigh pulled, sawing with smooth skin and rippling muscle against moistening flesh and her shorts' ever darkening blue. The raven haired one mewled, panting as the rape of tongue turned to gentle kisses, first down to bony chin and then up along pointed jaw. Her ear rumbled with lusty breath and satisfied peck. Her own voice was but a whimper, wordless begging and resigned surrender.
A new sensation rocked her world as two palms slapped down on her breasts. At first pain as her fleshy globes recoiled from the impact, and then a stinging pleasure as the unfamiliar hands went through familiar motions. Squeeze and tug, rub and press. Back arched, toes curled as fingertips found nipples and an unearthly cold slipped between skin and soul.
"Wh-" She pulled away, struggle renewed, but her jerk was enough to throw them to the ground.
Retaliation, that was it. Desperate, struggling, she came down hard on the blonde. Hands once cupping breasts were now on the floor. Thighs still moist from their friction cooled in the damp air. The television brightened as sun replaced night, and bathed them in a cold yellow glow. She straddled the honey blonde, breath short and shallow to contrast the unearthly steady calm of her opposite. Her breasts -- larger than the sun-tanned girl's - yielded to gravity. Fleshy globes that swayed, an offer open to the knowing lips underneath her.
A smile, an attack. Teeth clamped on nipple and a cry ripped the air.
