Just as before, it was Stevie who initiated the kiss. She opened her eyes for the briefest moment to look into Sheryl's before sinking into her. They giggled as their tongues fought before relaxing into a more gentle motion.
Neither was sure how long they sat there. It could have been minutes, it could have been an hour. Without saying a word they began to learn each other's cues, hands beginning to cautiously roam.
Eventually Stevie broke away with a ragged breath. Panic rippled through Sheryl - not again. But instead the woman facing her smiled, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed.
"That was the best kiss of my life!"
Sheryl laughed and bit her lip expectantly, unsure if Stevie was ready to go any further. She watched a nervous frown form.
"It's ok, we can leave it -"
"No!" She flashed another brilliant smile. "I really want to, I just...don't know where to start."
Understanding she had to take the lead, Sheryl got to her bare feet on the floor and gently pushed Stevie's knees apart to stand between her legs. Leaning in to kiss her, she ran her hands up the outside of Stevie's thighs, catching the hem of her black dress and gliding it up her milky soft skin. Stevie moaned into her mouth slightly as Sheryl firmly grabbed her full behind through the lace of her underwear, before tugging the dress from under her.
With one smooth movement the dress was over Stevie's head and on the floor. Sheryl stepped back for a moment to take in the sight in front of her.
Her plunging bra was covered in black lace, breasts straining against it. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, small waist sloping down to wide set thighs, exaggerated by her open legs. As she leant back on her elbows, Sheryl saw a darkened spot on her panties where she was already becoming wet. She was the epitome of feminine beauty, and Sheryl wanted all of her.
She tore her gaze away from Stevie's body and looked at her face, blue eyes melting into brown.
"Wow, I - wow."
Stevie blushed and giggled before reaching out for her. Taking her hand, Sheryl climbed onto the bed, once again unable to stop herself kissing that soft mouth as she straddled her hips.
Stevie traced her fingers down Sheryl's toned back, her heart racing as she felt the heat radiating between them through the flimsy material of their underwear. Sheryl felt it too, grinding a little and gasping as the friction sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
Breaking away from the kiss, she began to make her way down Stevie's voluptuous frame. She placed light kisses first along her jawline, then down her throat, paying extra attention to the spots that elicited a reaction.
Stevie fumbled behind her back to unclasp her bra as Sheryl continued to kiss along her collarbone. She helped her slip the bra straps over her shoulders and threw it behind her before being drawn to her breasts, gently kneading one, rolling the nipple between her fingers and taking the other in her mouth.
"Yessss..." Sheryl's touch and tongue were firm but light, delicately increasing her arousal. She resumed dragging her fingers up and down Sheryl's back, feeling her breathing deeply as she dedicated herself to Stevie's pleasure.
Stevie was by now becoming almost uncomfortably wet. She could feel herself aching to be touched but was enjoying Sheryl's attentions far too much to divert her. Running one hand down her own stomach, she reached her waistband before she was stopped. Sheryl had grabbed her wrist.
"That's mine." She grinned at her wickedly before hooking her fingers around the panties and pulling them off. Stevie was still wearing her stockings - in fact they were now all she was wearing. She moved to take them off but once again Sheryl stopped her.
"I like them." She ran her hands along the covered thighs before moving up to grab her hips, tracing small circles in towards where Stevie was now desperate for her.
Stevie wound her fingers in Sheryl's hair and arched her back as she planted a line of kisses down her stomach until she reached the soft hair between her legs.
She spread her legs wider, biting her lip to stop herself crying out as Sheryl breathed in her intoxicating sweetness before exploring the soft wet folds with her tongue, dipping it into her and moaning at the taste before working up to her swollen clit.
"Oh - oh my god." Stevie arched her back again, one hand still clinging to Sheryl's hair and the other teasing her own nipple. Sheryl was switching between circling, lightly sucking, and taking long, slow licks, figuring out what Stevie wanted from how she responded.
Stevie was lost in another world, eyes closed, whimpering, and starting to jerk slightly when Sheryl caught her most sensitive spots. With men, this was foreplay, a means to an end. When she and Lindsey had been younger they'd do stuff like this for hours, but they were so young and inexperienced, just learning about themselves and each other. It wasn't life changing. Since then, she'd learnt to view it as the warm up rather than the main event.
But this was different in ways she couldn't begin to explain. It was almost as if Sheryl could see inside her mind, intuitively responding to her, taking her somewhere deeper than she'd ever been. It was almost a spiritual experience. Why the fuck hadn't she tried it before?
Sheryl could tell Stevie was getting close. Her breath was ragged and her whole body was starting to tremble uncontrollably.
"Fuuuck..." her breath was catching in her throat and she clutched Sheryl's hair, grinding against her mouth as she hit the perfect spot over and over. She could feel it building, waves of ecstasy rolling through her and getting stronger.
"Oh god - oh, oh god!" At the exact moment of her orgasm, Sheryl plunged two fingers deep into her, working her as she contracted around them.
Lifting her head, she smiled at the pure bliss etched on Stevie's face as she continued to thrust her fingers into her until it eventually subsided.
"Are you ok?" She made her way up to Stevie, who was flushed and panting.
"Mmmm." She opened her eyes lazily as a satisfied smile crept across her features, before she reached to stroke Sheryl's face and pull her in for a kiss.
"You taste good, huh?"
"Mmmm."
They lay facing each other in silence for a moment, inches apart, before Stevie kissed the tip of Sheryl's nose. She had tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Everything is right. For the first time I can remember."
