I opened the door back up, wondering where I had found the nerve. This was a first for me, on many levels. I usually don’t make the first move, and I had never been with a woman before.

All night there had been sexual tension in the air, so thick you could cut it. She was talking about how she would like to be with a woman, wondering what it would be like. I was thinking almost the same thing, wondering what she would be like. We finished our drinks, the evening getting late, and she said goodbye, with a little bit of regret in her tone. I shut the door and stood there a minute, making up my mind, hoping I had not imagined the signals.

Opening the door back up, I leaned around the corner and called her name. She turned around and walked back to me, a question, and maybe even hope, on her face. I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her. I leaned back and looked at her, silently asking if she wanted to stay. She smiled, and I tugged her by the hand back inside.

I pushed her up against the door and ran my hands up her rib cage, cupping her breasts, nuzzling her neck. She smelled so good, like coconut and rum and female. We kissed, and we kissed, and we kissed. The softness of her lips, the sweetness of her breath, the rough velvet of her tongue as it caressed mine was more intoxicating than any alcohol, and I couldn’t get enough. I pushed her tank top up, her bra down, and looked at her breasts, her nipples puckered and waiting to be sucked. I liked looking at them. I liked touching them. Their perfect, soft, roundness filled my hands. I pulled a nipple deep into my mouth and sucked, caressing the other one with my thumb. She started making little noises, so I knew I was doing it right. The other one tasted just as sweet, and I wanted more.

We sat down on the couch and I helped her out of her top, undid her sheer lace bra, and laid her back against the cushions, running my hands over her shoulders, tracing her collarbone, cupping her breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans and together we pushed them down her legs and tossed them away. She had long, slender legs, a flat stomach, and perfect, perfect breasts. Her nipples were a dark rose against her creamy skin, and I wanted to lick every inch of her. I lifted her soft, blond hair off her neck and kissed her again while my hands learned her body. I slipped a finger inside her panties, lightly caressing her before slipping that finger inside her. She was tight, and warm, and wet. I ground her clit with my thumb over her panties and she arched her hips, moaning into my mouth. I leaned back and took my shirt off, then my bra. She sat up and cupped my breasts, licking my nipples, then pinched them while she nibbled on my neck. I got goose bumps, and a shiver went down my spine.

I pulled away and started kissing down her stomach, pulling her panties off as I went. She was neatly trimmed, and her smell was fresh and sweet. She laid back and opened her thighs, and my pussy clenched and my vision blurred, I was so aroused. I parted her lips with my thumbs and ran my tongue from her rosebud to her clit, then flicked it