Desire

She was going to come over at around nine. At seven I went to the supermarket and bought supplies, beer, wine, and some mixing supplies. When I got home, I took a long shower, shaving all the proper parts. I made sure to trim certain regions below the waist so that I could feel sexy should anything happen. I got dressed in casual attire. Tight jeans, a modest t-shirt. I tied my hair back in a ponytail and straightened up my whole apartment. I was sitting around watching television when she called.

I walked down to the gate to let her in. She was dressed similar to me, jeans and a halter top, covered by a cute jacket. We hugged, and I led the way back to my apartment. I hung her coat up we went to the kitchen to peruse the selections. We decided on red wine, and I poured two glasses and took the bottle back with us to the couch. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she dove right into the heart of the matter.

"Lisa, I know this is weird, and we should talk about it," she said casually, "I keep getting mixed signals from you." I wanted to deny it, and I knew my face was red.

"Oh, well, I don't know. I'm not really sure about it," I said nervously.

"Do you like girls at all?" Donna asked with a small smile.

"I think that's what I'm not sure about," I said, not looking at her.

"Okay, as long as I wasn't totally wrong," she said with that same smile. She then giggled, "You look so scared, relax! I'm not going to jump you or anything." I laughed dutifully with her, although I was still scared.

The conversation went neutral for a while. We drank the bottle of red wine. I'm kind of rushing these parts because we had another fun night, it only got interesting for you guys later, after another bottle of red wine. So after several hours of talking, watching television, and just spending time together, we decided to watch a movie. We put in Sixteen Candles because it just doesn't get old.

I got up and got the second bottle of red wine, and brought it back to the couch. Donna got up and retrieved a blanket from my bedroom. I sat down on the couch, red wine in hand and watched Donna sit back down. She sat up on the far side of the couch, spread the blanket over her legs, and then opened one side of it.

"Come on, bring the wine over and I'll let you share the blanket," she said.

I just grinned and crawled over. Almost as a joke, I leaned heavily against her. I was planning on moving, but she just tossed the blanket over me, and I handed her the bottle of wine. She had the corkscrew, opened it, and took a drink straight from the bottle. She handed it back, and not wanting to be rude, I put the bottle to my lips as well.

"This way is fun, I just hope you don't mind my cooties," I said jokingly and handed the bottle back.

In response, she took the bottle and licked the top of it. I stared at her in shock. She handed it back and raised her eyebrows at me.

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do, or if she was just waiting for a reaction. I just took a drink, smiled, and handed it back to her.

I looked at the screen and saw that the movie was playing, all that pre-movie preview/federal warning crap was done, so I turned up the movie. As we got comfortable, I realized how heavily I was leaning on her.

"Do you want me to move?" I asked.

"No, you're fine, let me just move my arm," she said quietly, and she lifted her left arm up and put in on the back of the couch. I leaned back down and to my surprise, she put her arm down, and on top of mine. I was under the blanket, and the arm was over the blanket, so I didn't panic. It felt really good, just that small physical touching. I sighed contentedly and leaned my head down against her shoulder. I guess it was cuddling? I don't know, it wasn't sexual. It was just really nice.

We watched the movie in relative silence. It was about midnight, and it had gotten colder. I suspect we were both feeling the wine, well, I know I was. It was about halfway through the movie, the wine sat on the table, the bottle mostly gone. I was getting uncomfortable in my position, so I sat up slightly, and instead of just leaning, I grabbed a thin couch pillow and put it on her lap. She made no protest, only smiled slightly, invitingly. I stretched out a little more, and lay my head in her lap. We adjusted the blanket and I sighed again in contentment. After a few minutes, she cleared her throat softly.

"My hand is cold," she said, indicating the arm that was casually draped on top of the blanket, on top of me.

"Here, just put it in the blanket," I said cheerfully. She slipped her hand under the blanket and I felt it touch my arm.

"Ow, that is cold!" I said quickly. Her hand was freezing, arm included. I took the hand in both of mine and began rubbing it.

After a few minutes her hand had warmed up, and then I didn't know what to do with it. I don't think she did either, because she let it just limply stay in my hands. I decided it didn't matter, and I just hugged her arm against me, her hand came down against the top of my stomach, just below my breasts. I held it there against me, and she seemed okay with that.

Another few minutes went by with both of us just watching the movie when I felt her hand move slightly. It felt so soft, and so light, that I wasn't sure if I was just imagining it at first. She was almost slightly scratching my stomach, not hard, just pulling her nails up and slightly against my shirt. It tickled slightly, but it felt good, and I didn't think anything of it.

I was feeling tired, warm, and really good about being with her. I let my eyes close, and I brought one of my hands up to gently touch her forearm. I gently traced her forearm with my hand, the way she was gently touching my stomach.

"That feels nice," I whispered to her, and then I moved my hand away. I lay still, letting my body focus on the contact.

Sufficiently encouraged, she became a little more daring. Her hand now brushed softly against my upper stomach obviously. After a few minutes of this, I felt her hand start reaching up a little. I felt her thumb lightly trace against the underside of my right breast. I almost made a sound, but I remained silent. I lay frozen, anticipating her touch, unsure of what to do or say.

She was extremely patient. Her hands would move across my stomach, and then through my bra, gently massaging the underside of my breast, then move back down to my stomach. I felt myself longing for her to move faster, touch harder, but I wouldn't say anything to break the spell to save my life. Unfortunately, the movie ended, and I was forced to act. I opened my eyes, her hand moved away from my stomach, and out of the blanket.

"Do you want to watch another movie?" I asked, with my voice only a little higher than normal.

"If you want to," she smiled at me, one hand indicating it was all up to me.

"I like to just close my eyes and listen, you're the one who is still watching it, I want to play what you want to watch," I said kind of helplessly.

"I'll just flip around on television, just come back and lay down," she said.

"Ok, stay right there," I said quickly.

I walked quickly into my bedroom and half-closed the door. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped out of them. I pulled off my t-shirt and unsnapped my bra. I tossed the clothes I had taken off into my closet and walked around the bed to get my nightshirt when I heard the door open.

"Lisa-" Donna said and stopped, staring at me.

I was facing her, standing only in my panties. I blushed crimson as she looked down my body, rather openly.

"I was just going to put my nightshirt on, my bra was bugging me," I said, still incredibly embarrassed, as she continued to look at me.

"Oh okay, I thought you might be, I don't know, I'll go wait in the living room," Donna said as she lifted her eyes back to my face, and gave me a small smile.

"I'll be right out," I said.

When she left, I quickly found the nightshirt and pulled it on. I started to button it up and decided to be bold, so I left them all undone except for one. I looked down at my panties and felt mortified. There was a small wet area. I must have been more excited than I thought. I pulled out a replacement pair, slipped into them in a second, and then walked back out to the living room.

My legs were freezing, and I headed straight for the blanket, where Donna was waiting. I looked up at her face, and she was smiling at me.

"Come on, get it, you must be cold," she said softly.

I climbed in quickly and wrapped the blanket tight around myself. Donna adjusted the pillow on her lap, and I lay down gratefully. She had found something on television to watch, I couldn't tell, because as soon as I was settled I closed my eyes again.

I felt one of her hands reach up to my face, and gently brush the hair away from my eyes. Her hand continued to softly stroke my hair, and I murmured something happily.

She turned down the volume on the television, to almost nothing. I could hear noises coming from it, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I turned to look up at her.

"You can watch whatever you want, if you don't want me to fall asleep on you just kick me off, I won't mind at all," I said earnestly.

"You're fine, don't worry," she said, and her hand brushed my hair again.

I smiled up at her and opened the blanket slightly again. Her hand came down to rest on my stomach, and I rolled towards the television, holding her hand tight against my stomach.

She turned up the volume slightly, so she could hear it, and I closed my eyes. I felt her hand begin the same slow motions as before. She started to gently caress the upper region of my stomach, over my nightshirt.

I felt a fluttering in my stomach, a nervous release of sorts. It was a level of excitement that was almost foreign to me. I kept my eyes closed, and I kept my breathing steady. Certain parts of my anatomy were responding a little too enthusiastically to her touch. I envisioned kissing her and letting her hands roam over my body. It made the sensation entirely worse, or better, depending on your viewpoint.

She wasn't rushing, but she was moving in one direction steadily. After a few minutes of over the shirt caressing, I felt her hand slip inside of my shirt. She still had not reached upwards, towards my now obviously excited chest, but continued a slow and delicate exploration of my stomach.

To feel her fingers and nails lightly running against my bare skin was so erotic. Her touch was a hundred times more intense than what I was used to. Her hand moved slightly south, and I felt her middle finger delicately trace my belly button. When her hand began to move up, I felt my breath stutter. I continued to breathe normally, and I hoped she hadn't heard the slight pant.

As her hand moved up my stomach, she encountered the one button I had fastened. I wondered what she would do, and then she had done it. Without disturbing my shirt, her fingers and just slipped in one quick motion, and my shirt was now unbuttoned. Her hand moving up didn't even slow down.

As she finally made it into my chest region, she avoided my breasts. Her finger traced gently between then, not lingering on either one, merely running those damn nails delicately across my skin. I kept my eyes tightly closed and waited.

After a minute of exploration, her hand settled down. Her fingers came to rest on my upper ribs, and her thumb now extended onto my breast. Her thumb traced the underside of it, and then her other fingers came up to cup it. She didn't squeeze, as my other experiences had entitled me to expect, but she merely held her fingers on the skin. After a frozen minute of anticipation, one finger reached across and gently traced its way inward.

I felt the finger gently brush my nipple, and I gasped. I kept my eyes closed, and bit my tongue to keep from doing it again. She kept her other fingers gently holding my breast, and began circling my nipple with one finger. Every time she would touch my nipple, her touch would be gentle and quick.

I was nearing the brink. As pathetic as that sounds, her touch felt so amazing that I felt like I could orgasm with that alone. I must have been breathing heavier than normal, because she moved her hand away from my breast for a second, returning it to my stomach. She left her hand in place on my stomach, and I sat as still as stone, wishing that she would continue.

After a few minutes had passed, my desire to climax had ebbed, and I felt in control enough to open my eyes and talk to her. I shifted slightly and turned my face upwards instead of towards the television. After another minute of steady breathing, I opened my eyes to look up into her face.

She was looking down at me smiling. I smiled back at her, a moment of panic crossing my mind. Should I admit how I felt? Should I pretend to have been asleep? What did she think of me? I felt trapped and scared, even though I had just felt so good. Fortunately, she didn't give me a chance to dig myself in a hole, either way, I responded.

She bent down and brought her right hand behind my neck. She lifted my head slightly up and laid her lips upon mine. I was startled and excited, and I eagerly kissed her back. She pulled slightly away from me as soon as I had started returning the kiss. She toyed with me, she brought her lips back down to mine, and kissed only my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. She released it, and then kissed my upper lip. Her tongue gently dabbing against the lip. With her hand gripping my neck she tilted my face slightly away from her, and her lips bent down farther to kiss my neck.

I sat frozen, she had tapped into that fantasy of mine. Whenever I tried to return the kiss, she would pull back, and move to kiss a different area of my face. I simply let her hold my head up, and even when she kissed me on the mouth, I tried hard not to respond. Her tongue would caress my lips, and cause me to arch in pleasure, and then she would withdraw, and lean farther down, to suck on my earlobes, or just kiss my neck.

I was once again breathing heavily, it was the most intense make-out session I have ever had, or probably will ever have. As quickly as it had begun, it was over, and she had pulled back and was looking down at me.

"Lisa, is this what you want?" Donna whispered softly.

"Yes," I whispered back, "Please don't stop." I couldn't help it, anything that made me feel that good.

"What do you want me to do?" she whispered, as she leaned closer. Her hand moved back down to my shirt, and she slipped one hand inside. Her hand now immediately found my nipple, and for the first time, she pinched it, hard, and caused me to whimper in pleasure and pain.

"Please," I whispered again, "Just keep touching me."

She smiled down at me, and then lowered her lips to mine. Her hand continued to caress my nipple, hard enough for me to gasp into her mouth. Her tongue was mashing against mine, in our hardest kiss yet. It was almost animal in its intensity. Her hand was relentless against my nipples, she now switched to both of them, swirling lightly, pinching gently, then pinching hard, and pressing against my chest. After three minutes of this, I felt myself nearing orgasm again.

She pulled back a little, smiling down at me. I had my legs pressed so tightly together, I kept rubbing them back and forth. She slowed her hand down, and I opened my eyes to look into her face.

"Please, I'm so close…" I whimpered.

"I know, but this is all so one-sided if I help you now, would you be willing to help me later?" she asked casually.

"Yes, just help me now."

She smiled down at me and moved her mouth to kiss mine. Her hand went back to caressing my chest, and then she moved her mouth down to my ear. I felt her hot breath against my skin, and her tongue gently accenting the few words she said.

"This should be fun," Donna said confidently.

With those words, her hand moved away from my chest and went south. My legs were pressed together; she had to push through them, while I was barely aware of what was happening. Her hand found my swollen region, and her fingers slipped under my panties instantly. Her hand pressed against my lips immediately, and I had an immediate reaction. Her thumb found my clit instantly, and I began my orgasm right then. Her ring finger and pinky began gently pressing against my entrance, slipping inside to immediately return, while her index and pointer finger gently teased my lips, while also exposing my clit for her wonderful thumb. Oh, the thumb.

My orgasm just continued, while her fingers worked. She manipulated me, playing me like a puppet on a string. When she jerked her fingers, I jerked, and I loved it. It seemed to go on forever, but it couldn't have been very long. After a few minutes of this treatment, her fingers slowed, and I was able to start breathing again. I drew in a few shuddering breaths, and my head was dead weight on her lap. I felt the waves slowly ebbing away, but I was left with a huge euphoric after glow, something which was new.

I opened my eyes and she was still smiling down at me. I smiled weakly at her and closed my eyes again. I concentrated on returning my breathing to normal, and I heard her chuckle.

"How was that?" she said softly.

I responded with an inarticulate groan/whimper/sigh.

"It seems like you enjoyed it." She said.

"I did, very much so," I said, and I blushed, the implications were starting to creep into my conscious. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Believe it. My fingers hold evidence." Donna held up her fingers to me, they glistened in the light. I felt rather mortified.

I struggled to sit up. She helped me, and I leaned back against the couch shakily. I blinked blearily at the television and saw two girls making out. It was one of those commercials for the wild girl videos, but it just seemed such perfect timing. My mouth opened in shock, and I looked over at Donna. She followed my glance to the television, and then turned back to me and grinned.

"How appropriate," she said with a smirk.

We both started laughing and sat watching the stupid commercial. I felt giddy with release, and with relief. I didn't feel like I had instantly become a lesbian, I didn't feel like Donna and I were in love, it was something else. I can't explain it, but it was a feeling of freedom.

I looked over at her casually. I began wondering about my promise to return the favour. The feeling of freedom started to flee, replaced with a feeling of nervousness. What would she want me to do? And how bad would I be at it? I turned back to the television and felt my face grow red again.

We sat in comfortable silence and I absorbed the implications. I took a swig of the nearly empty bottle of red wine and then stood shakily to my feet.

"Potty break, excuse me," I said.

After using the bathroom, I stood in the small hallway between my bedroom and the living room. I had a moment of confusion until something took a hold of me. It wasn't that I was consumed with lust, it was that I was consumed with a desire. A desire to reciprocate, a desire to share. I was struck with the realization that I had just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and the secondary realization that I had been taking, and not giving. I may not be very knowledgeable about how to please another girl, but I was consumed with a desire to try. I stepped slowly into the living room, where Donna looked up at me, that small smile tugging on her lips.

"Would you like to lie down for a while, in my bedroom? You know, we could be comfortable," my newfound urge to please didn't suppress my embarrassment at my forwardness, and I once again blushed bright red.

"I would like that, let me use the bathroom first, tidy myself up, or I mean, get ready for bed," she said, with a wink.

I stood back and let her pass, but she leaned forward as she neared me. She kissed me gently, not passionately, but supportively. I hugged her, and we held each other for a minute. She then passed me and walked into the bathroom. I walked forward into the living room and looked at the area. I picked up the wine and put it on the kitchen counter. I grabbed the blanket that had been covering us, and I tossed it on the bed. I turned off the television and sat down on the couch.

As I sat, I looked down at my shirt. It was still unbuttoned, and I wondered what I should do. I took a deep breath and pulled it off. I sat there on the couch, feeling slightly cold, looking down at my body. My panties held the evidence of my earlier excitement, and after another fortifying deep breath, I stood up and pulled those off as well.

I heard the bathroom door open, but Donna did not return to the living room. I saw a light go on in my bedroom, and I called out to her that I would be in there in a second. I turned off the lights in the living room and made my way to the bedroom. I felt my heart start to race and I approached the door. Nudity in front of other females had never bothered me, but now I was especially aware of it.

I stepped into the archway of the doorway and took in an impressive sight. Donna was lying on my bed, clad in only a pair of purple silk panties. My mouth opened in shock, and I think hers did as well. My eyes followed her long legs, up to her small sexy panties, and up to her bare chest. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts lay flat against her chest. It was an impressive sight, and I looked up at her face, to find her surveying me just as openly.

Her eyes unabashedly took in my naked body, from head to toe. I saw her smile slightly as she met my eyes, both of us very intrigued by what we saw. I felt more exposed than sexy, although I hoped she didn't think that way. I walked quickly to the other side of the bed and crawled on. She rolled over to face me, and I reached up to quickly turn off the light.

We both lay in the darkness for a minute. I felt the excitement starting to build again, and for one of the very few times in the night, I took the initiative. I gently moved closer to her, and I felt her hand reach out to grab mine. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. It was delicate and erotic.

Her tongue danced along mine, and I felt her hand move to my neck, so I mimicked her. As we kissed, my hand traced the curvature of her neck and her shoulders. I could have continued the gentle making out session forever, but she propped herself up and moved me slightly to my back. She moved her mouth slowly off of mine and moved it down to my neck again. Her hand reached forward and began to lightly trace my nipples. I whimpered slightly and she softly giggled. Her hands began massaging my breasts, and I felt the bed creak. In the near darkness, I could see she was sitting up and moving closer to me. I looked up, wondering what she was intending.

I soon became aware, as she presented her breast to my mouth. I was shocked and drew back at first. Once I got over being startled, I moved forward and cupped it with my hands first. I leaned forward and kissed it softly. I heard her murmur encouragement, so I grew bold and placed my mouth around it. Her nipple was already hard, and I began to gently suck.

I was so preoccupied with this new experience that when her hands left my chest I barely noticed. She moved her hands up to my hair and began softly stroking my head. I sucked experimentally, wondering how hard, how fast, how much tongue, etc, until I realized I was thinking about it too much, and to just go with what felt right. I flicked my tongue gently against her hard peak, to be rewarded with a soft moan from her. I experimented with biting gently with my teeth, and I heard her inhale sharply.