Andrea opened the towel and sat on the bed. She’d finished putting the lotion on her face, neck, arms, chest, and stomach when Emmy, wearing a bathrobe, came in. Andrea gathered the towel around herself.
“That lotion's good, isn't it?” Emmy asked.
“Yes, it's really helping.”
“I'll do your back.”
“Thanks. It’s still burning a little there.” Andrea handed Emmy the bottle and turned her back, unwrapping the towel but holding it to her chest.
Andrea felt Emmy touch her shoulders. Emmy smoothed the lotion into her shoulders and neck.
“Ohhhhh. That feels good.”
“I’m sure you've had quite a day, Annie. Lie down. I'll give you a massage.” With her hands, she urged Andrea down.
Andrea lay down on her stomach, arranging the towel over her buttocks.
Emmy poured lotion between Andrea's shoulder blades. She massaged Andrea's back with the lotion. Andrea felt herself drifting into a reverie.
Emmy’s hands reached the small of Andrea's back and continued down, working the rise of her body just above the buttocks. She brushed the towel a little lower each time she reached it. Andrea’s heart raced.
Emmy continued her massage without changing her touch, as if unconcerned she was touching Andrea's bottom. Gradually, Emmy brushed the towel away completely.
Her hands moved over Andrea's buttocks and thighs. As Emmy worked the muscles, her fingers moved casually into the cleavage.
Andrea opened her mouth to protest, but Emmy's hands had already moved away.
Emmy worked down Andrea's left leg to her toes. She moved to Andrea’s right leg, starting at the toes.
As Emmy's hands reached Andrea's thigh, Andrea found herself waiting for the moment she’d feel Emmy's hands on her groin again. Her heart pounded, not in fear but in anticipation, and she knew she’d grown wet. As Emmy's hands moved up her thigh, Andrea opened her legs a little wider.
Emmy massaged Andrea's right thigh with both hands. The side of Emmy's hand pressed against Andrea’s labia. Andrea’s heart and clitoris pounded in unison. She didn’t know whether she was frightened or aroused or both.
Emmy massaged Andrea's thigh, her left hand pressing a little more directly against Andrea's labia. Now, it was between them. Andrea didn’t know whether the noise she made was of pleasure or of protest.
“Shhhh,” Emmy whispered, stroking. “Shhhh.”
Andrea burned with pleasure and fear and desire and confusion. “Emmy…” She was so wet protest seemed absurd.
“Shhhhh.” Emmy’s fingers slipped and slid against Andrea’s clitoris.
Emmy changed position. She took her hand away for a moment. At that moment, Andrea realized, she could break what only seemed to be an inevitable progression. But she lay still.
Emmy took off her robe and lay down, her body against Andrea's. Her hand returned between Andrea's legs. Andrea felt Emmy's small breasts pressing against her back, the nipples hard, Emmy's legs against her own, Emmy's breath on her neck, and then her lips.
Andrea sighed. She’d never felt anything so sweet.
Emmy moved down Andrea's back, her small breasts brushing against her, her hands caressing and stroking. She covered Andrea's back with kisses. Andrea's heart pounded. Emmy moved down, kissing Andrea everywhere she went.
Emmy reached Andrea's buttocks, kissing and gently biting. She ran her tongue in the cleavage. Andrea sighed.
With both hands, Emmy moved Andrea's legs apart. She knelt between them and ran her tongue in the cleavage. Putting her hands on Andrea's hips, Emmy urged her up. Andrea found herself on her shoulders and knees, her head turned to one side, pressed hard against the bed, her legs wide apart, her back arched.
Emmy's hands moved to Andrea’s buttocks, separating them. Her tongue started at the base of Andrea's spine and ran straight down, pushing insistently. It ran over Andrea's anus, between the labia, and down to the clitoris.
She’d never even been licked like this before. Michael had used his mouth on her a few times, when they’d been drinking more than usual, or after seeing a sexy movie, but always with Andrea lying on her back. He’d tongue her clitoris, but never moved his mouth lower, and he’d stop after a little while.
Emmy's fingers stayed at Andrea's clitoris, but her tongue didn’t, running instead up from Andrea's clitoris, between her labia, past her anus and up to her spine, and back down again, over and over. Then, a last time, Emmy's tongue moved up from Andrea's clitoris, reached Andrea's anus, and entered.
Andrea was repelled, disgusted, ashamed, embarrassed. But the sensation was somehow making Emmy's caresses infinitely more stimulating. It wasn’t only the sensation but the act itself. You’re so desirable, it said, every part of you is worth kissing. And, just as arousing: I’ll have you everywhere. You’ll withhold nothing.
As Emmy tongued Andrea's anus, she put her thumb inside Andrea's vagina, her other fingers caressing Andrea's clitoris.
Andrea couldn’t tell where one sensation left off and another began. She was being caressed, kissed, suckled everywhere. She swayed on the precipitous brink, and then was swept into a tumultuous orgasm.
As her senses cleared, tears welled up in Andrea’s eyes. She sobbed.
“Shhh. Shhh, Annie,” came Emmy's whisper. She lay down next to Andrea. “It's okay.” With her hands, Emmy urged Andrea to turn toward her. Andrea sobbed into Emmy's shoulder.
“I don't know why I'm crying. I…”
“You don't have to explain.” Emmy stroked her back, kissed her forehead. “Look at me.”
Andrea's heart raced as she met Emmy's glistening eyes.
They were the most beautiful eyes Andrea had ever seen, in the most beautiful face. Andrea found herself kissing Emmy. She could taste her own sexual fluids—and a stranger, darker taste. She pressed her body against Emmy's, breasts against breasts, groin against groin, legs against legs. Emmy's was the softest skin she’d ever felt.
It was as if she was breathing a richer air than she could handle. It was as if she was in love.
Emmy returned Andrea's kisses, running her hands from Andrea's neck down her back to her bottom.
“I've never done... I've never been with a woman before. Does this mean I’m a...?”
“It doesn't mean anything.”
“You made me feel wonderful.”
“You're so beautiful.” Andrea trembled with what was already a familiar confusing mixture of feelings. She lowered her lips to Emmy’s breast, kissing its small, erect nipple, each hand encircling a breast.
Emmy fell onto her back.
Andrea didn’t understand the feelings leading her on. Kissing Emmy's breasts seemed the most exciting thing she’d ever done. She under¬stood now what her boyfriends loved. Her own breasts ached. She was already on the plateau of another climax.
Shaking, Andrea crept down Emmy's body, kissing the soft skin below her breasts, then the softer skin of Emmy's stomach, then the softer skin of Emmy's upper thighs, and then, after a brief hesitation, the softest skin between.
Andrea put her mouth to Emmy's clitoris. Andrea realized she knew exactly what to do, as if she’d often been with another woman.
She’d never tasted anything so good, never smelled anything more arousing. With every taste, she herself grew wetter, more swollen, more drenched with pleasure, as if her mouth was on herself.
Emmy raised her knees into the air, grasping her thighs to bring her pelvis even further forward.
Andrea licked Emmy from clitoris to her inner lips. An impulse was forming. She was terrified, but it was irresistible.
Andrea ran her tongue up between Emmy's labia and down again, this time slightly lower. She moved her tongue up again, meeting her fingers on Emmy's clitoris, and then down again, a little further. Emmy pulled her thighs more tightly to her chest. Andrea's tongue brushed Emmy's anus.
She ran her tongue to Emmy’s clitoris and then down again, this time all the way to Emmy’s other orifice. She pressed her tongue in deep and hard. Emmy sighed. Andrea darted her tongue in and out. Her fingers played on Emmy's clitoris. Emmy moaned with every breath, faster and faster. Andrea put a hand between her own legs. She felt Emmy's body tense against her fingers and her tongue. Emmy arched up, pressing up against Andrea's penetrating tongue. Andrea's fingers sent them both into orgasm.
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