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Ira felt it too, each of them unaware that they were feeling very similar things. She tried to deny it — girls just didn't feel like that about other girls —especially to the bodyguard assigned to her, but there was no denying the dampness in the gusset of her panties.
She shifted, hoping the feeling would pass but the shifting only rubbed the seam of her panties against her, arousing her even more. She wanted to break Tawan's hold on her, at the same time wanting it to continue. She hugged Tawan back, thinking, "Should I?" Before she could decide, she felt Tawan's lips on her cheek.
"We should definitely spend some more time together," Tawan said softly. She was looking directly into Ira's eyes now, noticing the flecks of gold and amber in her irises. When she saw her companion's pupils dilate, she knew that was a sign of attraction to another person.
She felt her own womanhood dampen; Ira wasn't the only one. She breathed deeply, the scent was unmistakable as it overrode the fragrance from her powder — she was holding a woman who was becoming sexually aroused.
She decided to go for it. Ira felt her cheeks blush as Tawan stared at her, her face becoming hot as the blood rushed to the surface of her skin, betraying her wanting to deny what she was feeling. She had heard about women who were attracted to other women — she remembered her parents' disgust at such things — she couldn't be one of those, could she? Try as she might though, the feeling in her core would not go away, her vagina was now not just damp, it was wet and it was getting more so.
She looked at Tawan's face and studied her lips, she didn't know why her gaze fell to them, it just did. Then she looked at Tawan's eyes, her pupils dilated.
She remembered from her biology classes at college that when an animal's pupils dilated, but there was no change in lighting, it meant one of two things, fear or arousal. She knew then which of the two it was.
Tawan's eyes closed and she leaned forward. Their lips touched. Tawan was surprised how soft they were, pliant and yielding. Ira wore no lipstick; she didn't need it, as her lips were a natural deep pink that was so beautiful it would be a crime to paint over them.
