Again?

By: Ms Llewellyn

I never thought I would find myself in such a situation. At least, not with a woman. It had crept up on me, left be dazzled and breathless, confused and unsure, it stripped me of my confidence and made me jumpy. But right this minute, it made me nervous. It was a feeling that burned in the pit of my stomach and collected between my thighs, a giddy and heady sensation. As those bottle green eyes stared back at me, equally as nervous, it ignited a hidden desperation within me.

Going to college in the spring I had dreamed of many things, but falling hopelessly in lust with another woman, particularly my roommate, was not something that even made the top of the list or the bottom. But those bottle green eyes had captured something that clawed for freedom. Whatever it was that was hiding inside of me, she had called it forth. It rattled in its cage and roared within my ears. It wanted her, craved her.

If I wasn't careful it would devour her. And as the seconds ticked by I found no fault in that. The room we shared was cast in a soft glow from the street lights outside. I drank in the light as it bounced off of her milky white skin that seemed to glow and my azure eyes watched in fascination as her pink tongue slid across her lower lip. She shifted in her cross legged position across from me and if I slipped my eyes lower I would have had the perfect view of her lady garden.

But I didn't let them slip, I stared her in the face. If I dared to look away, would she run? My roommate, Alice Donnely, was as skittish as a newborn colt and equally as quiet. But she had been the one to instigate this, whatever it was. Her eyes shifted nervously and sweat beaded at her temples and as one of those mocking sweat beads released and slipped past her jaw, along her pulse point, over her collar bone and ended in the valley between her perky breasts – it called to me. Challenged me to make the first move. And I did as it asked.

With slow measured movements I lent forward my hands coming to rest on the bed and I crawled the short inches, my eyes no longer locked on her face, but that single little bead that threatened to move once again. Her chest heaved as she watched me, her hands resting on the bed fisted the bedsheets and then released, over and over again. Her thighs tensed and as my hands rest on either side of those thighs, my back arched towards the bed, my breasts resting lightly barely touching her thighs, my gaze was parallel to that bead of sweat.

Tentatively I licked that bead of sweat and she gasped delicately above me. I could taste her vanilla body lotion mixed in with the salt of her natural oils. With a confidence I didn't know I had, I followed that trail the little bead had taken. I slid forward slightly, one hand coming to rest upon her hand that had fisted and stayed fisted. I drew higher, my tongue dipped along her collar bone and my other hand slid behind her to hold my weight as I slid my tongue along her erratic pulse point, it thumped against my lips and with the temptation that shot through me, I replaced my tongue with my teeth and I felt the breathless gasp brush against my shoulder. Smiling gently I continued the path and my chest paralleled with hers, her chest heaved as she breathed deeply pressing those perfectly round orbs against the thin tank that covered my own.

I kissed her temple and pulled back. My face a hairs breath away. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had darkened. Her jaw tightened as she swallowed thickly and her tiny little button nose flared as she took deep breaths to calm herself.

"I always wondered where that blush could extend and now I know." I whispered and I watched as her skin darkened. It was a full body blush. She drew her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled at it – a habit of frustration. I remember the first time I saw her do that; I had stared unabashedly as she worked that pouty lip of hers, her eyes fixed on the text book beneath her, her pencil thunked restlessly against the table. I wondered in this moment, how much she knew that small action drove all thoughts from my mind.

"Do I frustrate you, Alice?" I watched her eyes dart back and forth across my face, searching. I wonder what she searched for and if she would find it. Her mouth opened and closed before her lips clamped together and her eyes closed. I watched as her face grimaced and I wonder what her thoughts were.

"Yes," it was but a whisper and if I hadn't been waiting for an answer I wouldn't have heard it and her eyes fluttered open and stared into mine and I saw something carnal in her gaze. Had I touched something inside of her, like she had me? I wanted to ask, but I dared not. Instead I asked something else.

"Why?" A one word question that asked all the questions in the universe, but I was only seeking the answer to one.

"Because you...I..." she fumbled over her words. I hadn't heard her stumble her way through an answer in a while. I didn't know how much I could miss a small simple, yet frustrating act until it was gone. It had been one of her many charms – annoyed the bejesus out of me in the beginning.

"Are you nervous?" She always stumbled when she was nervous. "Am I too close?" Bit late to ask, I would think. I had just invaded her personal space intimately with my tongue – not as intimate as I would have liked, I wanted to taste all of her; and lets not exclude the fact I was currently breathing her air- but if it helped her I would back up till I rested against the front door behind me.

My muscles twitched as I contemplated whether I should back up – but that thought quickly flitted out of sight as a resounding and hard "NO!" burst from her lips and her hands snapped up to grab my wrists as if to stop me from moving. I wasn't going anywhere.

"You frustrate me, because...." she started and didn't finish. I wonder what she was trying to say. Did I frustrate her because I excited her in a way her God didn't approve of? Or was it something else that wasn't really computing at the moment; it is kind of hard to concentrate when the leading star in all your fantasies was siting an inch from you naked.

"Because...?" I encouraged. Her lips tightened in agitation. I was beginning to wonder if she was okay. Whatever it was, if she kept thinking about it she would drive herself to a headache. And from what I knew about her headaches is that they mutated into killer migraines.

"Because you never notice me...only him." she said weakly, as if that resounding no had taken all the fight out of her. Didn't notice her? God, had she not noticed how much I watched her? How weak in the knees I became every time she laughed, flipping her fiery red hair over her shoulder? Or when she tried to make breakfast, only to end up burning it? It was absurd – she had been oblivious when everyone else had seen, when all I wanted was for her to see and everyone else to be as blind as bats. As for him...

"Do you mean Curtis?" I asked, my head titling. She nodded her head meekly. She looked terrified, so bursting out into laughter probably wasn't the best idea – but it didn't stop the giggles from breaking loose.

Notice Curtis O'Felon! It was laughable. Curtis O'Felon was my boyfriend, but not in the sense of the word.

My eyes widened as I watched her eyes become misty with tears and her head ducked and I was left gazing at the crown of her head and the giggles stopped. Way to ruin the serious mood, Dani, and while your at it lets take a stab at that already low self-esteem.

"Oh Darlin' I wasn't laughing at you," I said. Her head lifted up slightly and I saw her bottle green eyes, they looked like water pastels as hot tears clung to her thick eyelashes – eyelashes that every woman died for. "Curtis' flag rises on pride day. I'm his fag-hag." That should set that little tidbit straight. But then again she comes from a very sheltered Christian community – very innocent. Her eyes lit with confusion and she looked to damn cute. I smiled.

"I mean to say, he's gay and I'm the pretend girlfriend so people like his parents who are anti-gay don't give him shit for it." I said. Her mouth formed a perfect little 'o' as realization sank in and her body, which had cooled down, lit right back up like a Christmas tree. So innocent, completely adorable.

"As to not noticin' you," I said leaning back on my hunches and I eased my hands from her wrists. I watched for any reaction to my actions, her hands flopped to the bed bonelessly and her eyes widened. I cupped her cheeks, gently brushing away any traces that tears had fallen seconds earlier with my thumbs. "I've always noticed you. Your very hard to miss."

And she was.

Her red hair with its copper tones, when in the sun could put a firetruck to shame. She hated her hair color, but I loved it. Did she have a hidden temper in there somewhere? For the last six months of living in the dorm rooms at UCLA, not once had I seen her loose her temper. She had been placid in her anger – but could those embers become raging flames? Who knew.

I saw the doubt in her eyes.

"No you don't understand what I mean..." she trailed off. I understood perfectly what she meant, it was she that didn't understand my answer. I was going to erase all doubt from her, she would see just how much I noticed her – there was no room for hesitation here; since the moment I walked through that door to find her sitting naked, cross-legged staring at her lap a top my bed, I sensed a change. This was the change and if I wanted it – I had to cement the idea. She needed to understand that she wasn't the only one grazing in an unknown field.

My eyes darted from her bottle greens to her pouted lower lip. I wanted to capture it and hold it captive with my own and I did. There was nothing passionate or even seductive about the kiss, it was simply an innocent brush of lips. But it conveyed everything I wanted her to know – at least I hope it did. I pulled away and watched as her eyes were still closed, I watched as she analyzed it and when her eyes opened I held her gaze and whispered sternly, "I always notice you." At some point during that little stint of a kiss, her hands had come up to rest on my forearms and they flexed in response. And from the shy smile that curled her lips, she understood.

She opened her mouth as if to ask me something before closing it again.

"Yes?" I prompted, if she wanted to ask questions this was the time. Her head had bowed slightly and she looked up at me through her thick lashes and I bet she had no idea how demur she looked. The question was phrased with a quiet hope that I couldn't even begin to ignore, not that I wanted to. Because I wanted to do it again and again, until she died from lack of oxygen.

"Will you kiss me again?"

"Anytime you ask."

My hands moved from her smooth cheeks to the back of her head, where I gently eased the elastic from her hair and watched her hair as it tumbled from its restraint. It slid over my hands and across her creamy shoulders to curl around her breasts and I swallowed as I followed those copper curls. The smell of coconuts filled my nose, her shampoo, I always loved that scent. Looking back up, her eyes watched me and as I tangled my fingers in her lustrous mane, I pulled her closer and captured her lips in a kiss, tilting her head and mine for a better angle.

The difference between this kiss and the last was that this was far from innocent – this was a kiss to steal her breath. This kiss was to ignite those embers in her and turn them into flames. Lips glided over each other and her lips felt like sin wrapped in silk. My stomach muscles clenched as a small noise drifted from her throat – a breathless moan. I wanted to taste her, taste that moan on my tongue. She jerked away as my tongue darted across her lower lip, her eyes were wide. My hands fell from her hair.

"Uh..." How do you ask someone if you could slip them some tongue without them freaking out? To taste them?

"Your tongue..." she trailed off. I coughed and I could feel the heat of a blush roasting my cheeks. I never thought I would feel embarrassed about wanting to french someone.

"Oh, uh, tongue not your thing then?" Question and statement. She blushed and fidgeted.

"No, its not that, its just no ones...." Oh, so no ones ever tried. Then she wouldn't be totally opposed to the idea, right?

"Can I?" I asked. I desperately wanted to taste her, if she said no to frenching, would she say no when I wanted to taste south of the equator? This maybe my first time with another woman, but I've has sex with guys and I knew for a fact it felt incredible. I wanted her to feel that, I wanted her withering beneath my tongue – hold up, Dani, your getting a head of yourself. It was hard to not jump and be impatient when one of your fantasies was actually happening, though I was also naked in those, not clothed in my Yoga outfit. I'll cross those bridges when I get there, or burn them down. First the kissing.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, I just -" and I shut-up. Because it was the first time I noticed that while I was lost in other places she had unfolded herself from her Indian position and her legs were stretched on both sides of my hunched form and those legs went on for miles. I lost all thought at the sight of them. I reached out and brushed a hand across one of her calves and watched mesmerized as goosebumps crept up trailing my hand as it brushed smooth skin back and forth. I never thought of myself as a leg woman, but they were very nice legs.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to attention. Her expression was shy and I watched as her throat flexed when she swallowed.

"I want to try it, the tongue and kissing." She whispered like she was telling a secret. And perhaps it was.

She scooted closer, her legs opening further. If she got closer she'd be perched on my lap and that I had no problem with, but she stopped. Her center inches from my knees. With a steady palm I wrapped it around her neck and pulled her closer my lips resting on hers for a moment before I opened my mouth and allowed my tongue to glide across hers and her mouth opened tentatively to allow me access.

I slid my tongue across hers and hers shyly responded. She tasted divine. I had always wondered what she might taste like. Was it like her strawberry lipgloss, or tea? Like chocolate or bitter coffee? Coconuts or Vanilla? I had my answer. She tasted bitter like dark chocolate and sweet like milk chocolate and distinctly something that was all her own with a hint of her mint toothpaste. I pulled back reluctantly for oxygen, a thin strip of saliva linking us as our mouths hung open taking large lungfuls of air.

"Again..." she breathed reaching for me and with a last minute decision. I released her from my grasp and reached for her arms.

"Come here..." I said tugging her forward encouraging her to sit in my lap, her legs bent beside mine, her body flush with mine, her core inches from mine. She towered over me slightly, but not too much to be uncomfortable. Sliding my hands back into her tangled fiery mane, I pulled her to me, caught her lips and tangled my tongue with hers in a delicate dance older than time.

This kiss was to have her loose her inhibitions. It wasn't soft or gentle and I tugged her head closer, tilting her head just a little further, tasting just a little bit deeper. This had nothing on kissing boys. I moaned into the kiss as her nails brushed against my neck as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her chest heaved, her beasts brushing the tops of my cleavage and collar bone. My hands left her hair and trailed along her back, gliding over baby soft skin to rest on that pert little ass that always drove me crazy in those skinny jeans. I squeezed gently and a moan drifted across her tongue and into my mouth and I hypnotically slid my hands across her thighs back and forth. I released her lips from my captivity.

I was captivated by her eyes that had turned from bottle green to a dark forest green, which were partially hidden by hooded eyelids. She was breathing just as, if not, more than me and I glanced down and watched her chest and those perky globes move with it.

"I liked that..." she whispered. I smiled.

"Good. Me too."

"Again...?" she asked her eyes asking me. I would love too, but I was unsure I could settle for just kissing. I wanted to touch and taste. Touch and taste all of her.

"If we go again, I might not be able to stop at just kissing you." I cautioned her. It was now her turn to answer and she glanced away, nibbling on her lower lip, her eyes drifting above my head and around the room. She understood what I was asking. As she nibbled that little lip, I wondered why I referenced her to a newborn colt, her nibbling reminded me strongly of a rabbit.

Her eyes locked with mine and in that moment I wondered where the shy, insecure little colt disappeared to within the last few minutes.

"Again, show me." She said the first and whispered the second. Show her?

"Show you?" She nodded.

"Show me.....about sex." I had frozen. I never expected something like that to pop out of her mouth. But it was the hottest thing ever. I've had six months to come to terms that, yes, I very well was attracted to a woman and yes, that I very well wanted this woman. But nothing could have prepared me for the intensity that one little broken sentence could have had on my libido. Its like butterfly's fluttered in my chest and lava pooled at the juncture between my legs. My body tingled. I wanted to be the one to teach her the pleasures that two people could achieve together.

"You've never...?" I had to ask. And she shook her head slowly. No one else had touched her and if I were a man, I would find this coming close to the term territorial. And very exciting. If not a little nerve wrecking. What if she didn't like what I could teach her, I mean I'm a newbie at pleasuring a girl. Can I call upon my past experiences of men.

"Woman or man?" Just making sure. Again no.

"Have you?"

"Yes, with men, but never with a woman and I don't know if I'll be any good and I really don't want your first time at experiencing sexual acts to be bad." Honest and to the point. I remember my first time, awkward and not all that thrilling, highly uncomfortable and the guy had no idea what he was doing. I didn't want to be that guy. Where was this insecurity coming from, just a minutes ago you wanted her beneath your tongue, twisting and moaning as you pushed her closer to her orgasm.

She bent, kissed me chastely and whispered, "Show me."

How could I argue with that? Nodding and swallowing, I prayed. Resting my hands on her back, I stared at her as I leaned her back onto the bed her knees bent pressing against my hips. She layed before me, her cheeks flushed as I gazed at what I could see, my hands had moved to her thighs and rested there.

She was an angel sent from heaven. Her tangle of fiery curls splayed about her head, her chest heaved as she breathed and a blushed rose from her body. My eyes glided across her slim stomach, over her belly button and to the very thing I had gotten a mere glimpse at. Copper curls nestled at the juncture of her thighs – she was a natural red head. She really was beautiful.

My hands slid down her thighs and over her hips and I watched as her body twitched and she drew her lip between her teeth, I continued. Her stomach muscles pulled and quivered as I glided my palm over her stomach and brushed my knuckles gently at the underside of her breast. I leaned over my weight resting on my right arm as I gently kissed her lips, my tongue gently coaxing her mouth open. As my tongue slid over hers, I hooked my leg over hers and pushed my own thigh against her clit. She bucked instinctively and I smiled as she moaned.

My free hand cupped her breast and squeezed gently, her back arching into my hand. My thumb brushed across her nipple, she pressed her chest against me harder. I released her lips and kissed along her jaw before lowering to her pulse point. Gently I sucked the pulsing vein, running my teeth and nipping as I tweaked her nipple. She groaned and I pushed my thigh harder against her. And I let her grind, because her grinding caused her leg that was resting lightly against my own clit to flex and push against me and I ground down, moaning.

I ventured south and caught her taunt nipple between my teeth and nipped before gently rolling it across my tongue, I shifted weight, my other hand coming up to pay attention to the neglected breast. I alternated, before capturing her lips. Resting my weight on an elbow, I removed my thigh.

As I slid my tongue past her lips my hand replaced the thigh, it slid across her stomach and brush against her curls, my fingers teased the slit. And as my fingers slipped past her slick folds to slide across her clitoris, she gasped and I deepened the kiss.

I loved the sounds she made, obviously I was doing something right. But I wanted something else, I wanted to taste her. I slipped a finger into her womanhood, she was tight. She shifted her hips and grunted.

I looked up at her, her eyebrows were drawn in a light grimace and I moved my finger slowly in and out.

"Sorry," I said, but I didn't stop. She nodded. She was so warm. Eventually the discomfort would leave. I grinned slightly and slipped down her body, my hand continued to work her and soon another appendage of my was going to offer its assistance. I slowly added a second finger.

She stalled as I hovered over her lady garden, her eyes gazing down at me in confusion. I grinned.

"May I?" Her eyes widened, her tongue darting out to moisten her top lip. She nodded and I grinned. Grabbing one of her mile long legs I hiked it over my shoulder and I spread her open and I tasted her for the first time. I couldn't even begin to describe how she taste beneath my tongue. I slid my tongue across her clitoris and pumped my two fingers just a little faster. She gasped above me, her hips lifting, her heel pressing into my back and I wrapped my lips around her nub and suckled gently.

Her hands fisted the bed sheets as she ground herself against my willing mouth, I released her swollen nub and slid my tongue across and down to join my fingers and I switched the tempo up as her breathing accelerated and her hips rotated just a little more desperately.

She gasped and moaned and chocked on sobs, she begged and pleaded and I knew for a fact I was doing everything correctly and as she withered harder the closer I brought her too completion; there was no way I had simply fallen into Lust. I had fallen into something deeper and a hell of a lot more complicated.

I curled my fingers brushing them just a little roughly against her walls and I felt her released as she clamped around my fingers and tongue and I tasted her as she road her high, her juices flowed and her gasp was loud as it resonated in the empty room.

Pulling back I whipped my chin and gazed up at her panting form, her skin was slicked with sweat, her chest heaved and her hair clung to her temples. She glowed. If she thought that was okay, wait till I introduced toys. They went deeper, filled out more.

"Again?..." she gasped and I laughed.

Yes, we most certainly would be doing this again. And next time I'll be just as naked and more prepared.

Finite

A/N: Okay first time ever writing a fem-slash lemony thing. Went out of my comfort zone by like 6 football fields. Hopefully its okay. Bye.

~Ms Llewellyn