Kim and Eva Ch. 01

“How’s that?”

“Mmmmm,” moaned Kim. And they stayed just like that for some time, very still; both because they were enjoying themselves and because they were anxious at what the next move may mean. Eventually Kim’s left leg began to feel a little sleepy and at its first movement, Eva instinctively lifted hers. Their legs naturally wove together and Eva pressed herself into Kim’s hips. Kim felt Eva’s warm breath on her neck and felt her begin to lightly grind herself against Kim’s side. Her touch had changed from gentle caressing to a comfortable kneading massage and each time Eva’s fingers approached the limits of Kim’s clothing, the tips slipped ever-so-slightly inside her jeans or under her shirt. Kim eagerly allowed that to continue for several more minutes, working up the courage to advance things along. She ran it through her mind several times so it wouldn’t be embarrassing or cheesy, then said, “So you got to slip into something more comfortable, why don’t you let ME now?”

“LET you? I didn’t know I was standing in the way of you being comfortable.”

Kim giggled. “I didn’t say you were, but I’d like your help if that’s ok.” She reached out and caressed Eva’s arm.

Eva, for the first time since they left the bar, thought of her husband. They were childhood sweethearts and all her firsts in this area had, until now, been with him. “Kim, I know I can trust you and this doesn’t need to be said, but if at any time, no matter where this goes, if I need us to stop…”

Kim sat bolt upright in bed. “Eva, we can stop right now if you need us to.”

Eva smiled warmly at Kim and pulled her back in close. “I may need that later, but what I need right now is to help you be more comfortable. Now, what did you need?” She kissed Kim’s forehead and let her fingers linger just inside her jeans this time, rubbing the warm skin just above her panty line. Kim realized that Eva hadn’t been trying to spoil the mood; she’d simply been trying to let her know that Kim would need to be the one to keep directing the action. Eva may hesitate and she may eventually put the brakes on, but she also, above all, wanted Kim badly. The younger girl could feel in her gut. She just needed to give a gentle and direct push now and then.

Kim lay still and considered Eva’s question. She had normally chickened out of these situations long before this point and she had never before even considered initiating anything. But as the years had gone on, the fantasies had gotten stronger and something about Eva felt special. Maybe tonight was the perfect combination of sexually charged conversation, alcohol, and the perfect woman. She took one more hard look at Eva. “They don’t come any more perfect Kim”, she said to herself. “Here goes nothing.”

Kim smiled, lifted her butt off the bed again, undid the button on her jeans, and then put her palms flat on the bed. “Like I said sweetie, I need your help.”

Eva’s breathing shallowed in an instant. She reached down and gripped Kim’s zipper. Kissing her forehead again, she slowly tugged it down and slid her jeans past her bum, allowing Kim to settle comfortably back down on the bed. “Comfortable now?”

Kim jumped. The hoarseness of Eva’s voice was striking. She was getting more turned on and it made Kim all the more bold. Initiating all of this would have seemed impossible mere hours ago, but now Kim was more excited than she could ever remember. “Not even close”, said Kim, sliding away from Eva and off of the bed. She stood and wiggled her hips. The jeans slid to the floor and she stepped out of them. Kim was gripped by panic, lifted up the bottom of her shirt to have a look and laughed with relief.

Eva laughed along with her. “Worried you had on your granny panties babe?”

Kim smiled wickedly. She spun around to offer Eva a look at her butt. “Do these look like anything Granny would wear?” She had on a perfectly acceptable pair of boyshorts that hugged her perfectly and were one size too small, just how she liked them.

Eva rose to her knees and approached the edge of the bed. “Well I may be a granny before long; you don’t think I could pull those off?”

“Hmmm, pull those off? Interesting choice of phrase.” Kim hooked her thumbs in each side of the shorts and tugged them down just enough to cause a look of panic to come over Eva’s face. Kim pulled them up straight away and laughed it off as playing around. She thought it best to let Eva initiate the nudity. She closed the gap with her and pulled her head into her chest. She kissed the top of Eva’s head and played with her hair while Eva’s hands roamed Kim’s lower back just under her shirt. Kim felt Eva take a deep breath as if summoning courage from somewhere, then felt her shirt slide up her long, lean torso. Kim raised her arms above her head and Eva finished the job, tossing the shirt to the floor where it joined the jeans.

Eva cleared her throat. Placing her hands on Kim’s hips, she gently pushed her away, and then leaned back on her elbows to get a better look. The soft light from the bedside lamp in the otherwise dark room made Kim look almost angelic. Her caramel skin glistened with a sheen of light perspiration from both the warmth of the room and the heat between them. Her breasts were perfect and Eva wondered whether she’d have the courage to find out if they were as real as she hoped. She kicked her feet up and ran her toes slowly up and down Kim’s legs; Kim reached down and ran her hands over Eva’s calves as the older woman eased first one and then the second big toe up under the fabric of Kim’s shorts, and jerked them free. Both women giggled at the gentle snapping sound. “Comfortable now”, Eva asked. Kim saw in her eyes a look she’d seen from about 20 men in her life, but this was more satisfying somehow. Eva was the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen and bringing out lust in someone like her could become addictive.

“Well babe,” Kim purred, “I’m a little warm to be honest. How about you?”

Eva bit her lip and squirmed. Kim was trying to get her as worked up as possible and she was eager to let her. “Warm yeah, that’s one word for it.”

Kim bent over so her head was level with Eva’s. “Do you want to stand up and I’ll help you cool off a little?” Her magnificent cleavage wore down the last of Eva’s defences. Wordlessly, Eva rose, her knees shaking. Kim knelt down in front of her, reached around, and ran her hands up the back of Eva’s legs. The tall blonde shuddered, fighting the urges to both run and to push her ebony friend back onto the carpet and end the foreplay this second. She looked down, saw the look of pure enjoyment on Kim’s face and told herself to breathe. When Kim’s hands reached her ass, an “Oh my God”, escaped Eva’s lips. She knew it was coming, but she wasn’t prepared for how foreign and how sexy it would feel all at once. Kim kneaded her ass boldly for a few seconds, and then turned her around. She reached up and gently directed Eva to bend over the bed.

Kim was eye-level with the most magnificent ass she had ever seen. “Babyyyyyy”, she cooed. She ran her hands all over it, marvelling at the effect the sensations of being with another women could have.

Eva felt incredibly vulnerable, but Kim’s fawning was making her feel sexier than she ever knew she could. As Kim continued to admire her, Eva began to wiggle back and forth and push her ass closer to her friend’s admiring eyes. She didn’t know what she wanted; just that she wanted….more.

“Eva baby, is there something you’re looking for”, she asked teasingly. She hooked her fingers in Eva’s waistband and started tugging.

Eva immediately straightened up, throwing her butt way up in the air and making it easier for Kim to tug down her Lulu’s. “God, just do it will you?!” Kim excitedly pulled them to the floor and gently shoved Eva down onto the bed face first. She crawled slowly up her body and stopped to plant several soft kisses on Eva’s now exposed ass. Eva couldn’t help but think of her husband. He’d never think to worship her body in this way, and he never had. She resolved to worry about him tomorrow and squirmed at the feeling of warm breath and wet lips where they’d rarely been before.

“G-strings work for you,” Kim moaned, and ran her hands all the way up the back of Eva’s shirt to her shoulders. She rubbed lightly for a few seconds but Eva moaned so deeply and contentedly that Kim felt obliged to continue. “Put your hands up lady’, she ordered, and seconds later, Eva’s shirt had joined the growing pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. Kim planted her bum on top of the blonde’s and straddled her.

“Oh baby, you’re spoiling me, I don’t deserve a massage.”

“You deserve much more than just a massage”, replied Kim. She leaned in so her lips were inches from Eva’s ear. “And you’re going to get much more”, she whispered. “But for the next few minutes, let me loosen you up a little.”

Kim had been on the receiving end of many a trainer’s massage in her volleyball days, and had learned well from the example. In seconds, Eva was groaning. “Have you done this before or something?”

“What, massaged another woman? I have.”

“Well that’s not what I meant, but do tell.”

“Oh, you mean THIS?” Kim punctuated the question by leaning forward, pressing her breasts into Eva’s back, and planting soft kisses on her neck.

“Mmmm, yes, that. You had chances right? Tell me about them.”

Kim giggled. “Usually the chat is about sexual history not lack of sexual history.”

“You want me relaxed and the sound of your voice relaxes me….and turns me on. Talk to me about all the other women who wanted you. And don’t forget my lower back sweetie.”

Kim didn’t feel as close to Eva as she wanted to, so she slid off of the blonde woman’s bum and onto her side. Now facing Eva, she continued to rub her back with her right hand and stroke her hair with her left. Her breasts were pressed against Eva’s shoulders and she began a game of footsie down at the other end of the bed. “Is that ok?”

Eva smiled. “Of course, this is perfect.”

Kim stared directly into Eva’s eyes. “The first time I felt something for another woman was when I was 16”, she whispered, and immediately Eva was enraptured. “I was a good volleyball player and was getting recruited early. One of Florida State’s assistants came up to watch me. She was probably a grad assistant, 25-ish, black, tall, and really sexy. We just went for a walk near the school and she talked up FSU, blah, blah, blah. But she was different than other recruiters; it felt like she could be my friend. We talked about what music I liked, joked around a little and, after a couple of minutes, we forgot who we were a little I think. Every so often, she’d touch my arm or shoulder when she was talking and after 10 minutes I realized I was getting uncomfortable.”

Eva nodded her head knowingly. “She made you wet.”

Kim nodded back. “I thought about her for months afterward, even now, and we only had 15 minutes together.”

Eva moaned and reached back with her left hand to lightly rub Kim’s hip. “Well you never forget the first person to make you feel that good.” The look on Eva’s face made Kim tremble. She leaned in for the most anticipated first kiss in her entire life.

But Eva stopped her with a finger to her lips. “You weren’t done talking or massaging. There are still a lot hours to fill until breakfast.”

“Exactly, and ask yourself how you want to spend them.” Eva felt a tug on her bra and then the freedom as Kim released the clasp. She rose up just enough to slip it off and laid back down without offering Kim a look.

Eva smiled. “Tell me about the other massage and then we’ll see about how we spend those hours.”

Kim dropped her argument and rubbed Eva’s tan lines. “I was a freshman and some of the girls on the team went out to dinner. One of the seniors, Carrie, offered to drive me back to my dorm and came up to my room to get a DVD I was lending her. She was white, 5 years older than me but looked 5 years younger. She was a setter and I was a power hitter and there was about 8 inches difference between us. She was this adorable little ball of energy with short cropped black hair and a rock hard body. Anyway, she was looking through the rest of my collection and I started getting changed for bed.”

“In front of her?”

“Well we were friends and I’d been changing in front of her for months! I didn’t think it was a big deal. I threw on a pair of shorts and was throwing on a tank top when I grabbed my shoulder, which was really sore. So Carrie offered to rub it for me. Now, I was your stereotypical naïve freshman and completely dumb, so when she asked me to leave the shirt off and lie down because the height difference made it difficult to get at my shoulder…..”

She paused and let the words hang in the air. Eva had a look of amusement on her face. “You seriously didn’t think that was odd?”

“Oh wait, it gets better! When she took off her jeans and straddled me, I still didn’t think THAT was odd either. I remember thinking that it was warm and she was probably more comfortable”

Eva laughed. “I can’t believe you were that clueless. She obviously thought you were coming onto her.”

“She absolutely did. Little did she know I didn’t have the self-awareness or the balls to actually come on to anyone at that point in my life.”

“I can’t believe you had the self-awareness to pass any classes or, you know, feed yourself.”

Kim flashed Eva her best fake-shocked look. “You mock me? You have no idea of the life of an impressionable young Baptist girl in rural Georgia.” She giggled and gave Eva a light slap on the ass. Eva surprised her by shooting her an evil smile, grinding her hips into the bed and moaning.

With that, Kim abandoned her position and straddled Eva for a second time. She began touching Eva just as Carrie had touched her. “Anyway, for a while, she was really working my shoulder and chatting about our upcoming games, classes, just bullshitting. Then I noticed her rubbing slower and changing the intensity; not something the volleyball team trainers did very often that’s for sure.” Kim changed to long, slow strokes and Eva grunted approval.

“Then she started asking if it felt good and if I wanted it harder or softer….DEFINITELY not something the trainers asked. But it wasn’t until she started rubbing more toward the middle lower part of my back…..” With that, Kim herself moved to Eva’s spine just above her butt and applied pressure. Eva groaned. “…that I figured out what it was she was up to. Just as it hit me that she may be trying to get me to sin, she asked why I hadn’t dated much all year.” Kim chuckled at the memory. “I told her the truth; I was concentrating on classes and the team. She asked if I was lonely and I told her I was. She stopped rubbing for a second and I heard clothes hitting the floor. I looked back and Carrie was still sitting there straddling my butt, but she was smiling and down to just a thong.”

Eva heard the sound of something landing next to her on the pillow. She opened her eyes and there was Kim’s bra. She resisted looking back. “How did you feel just then?”

“I was scared to death, but I didn’t want her to stop either. So she…..” Kim didn’t finish, but slinked down the older woman’s body until she had easier access to Eva’s gorgeous butt. She gave it more warm, wet kisses and caressed it lightly. Eva was enjoying the re-enactment immensely. “I’m pretty sure she could have had her way with me, but she was very sweet. She just gave me an amazing butt massage.” Kim stopping talking and kneaded away at one perfect, tanned, rounded cheek and then the other. Eva kept grinding herself into the bed, sighing and moaning approval. She felt as though she was being worshipped by another human being and it was a huge turn on.

Finally Kim spoke again. “I never would have found this normal before, but it felt sooooo good. Then she stopped and stood up and I thought it was all over. I remember totally panicking and wanting to BEG her to stay, but she was just standing there, her thumbs hooked in the sides of her thong, asking if it was ok but not asking, you know?” Kim leaned in close, pressing her naked breasts against Eva’s back, her wetness against Eva’s wriggling bum and grabbed both her hands. “I’ll always remember her standing there in just the soft light from my screen. Not an ounce of fat on her, a little landing strip of hair above her pussy. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen…until tonight.”

At the mention of “pussy”, Eva began wriggling again and grinding into the bed.

“I’m sorry baby, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“I never liked that word until I heard it come out of your mouth. You’re just too sexy not to get away with it.”

Kim stood up and Eva couldn’t help but look. She pulled a cover around her and rolled over. Kim turned and faced away from her. This time when she hooked her thumbs around the sides of her boyshorts, there was no panic on Eva’s face. Kim bent straight over at the waist and tugged them all the way to the floor. Slowly she turned back to Eva and the blonde was astonished. In her wildest dreams, she couldn’t have imagined anything like it. She looked like an airbrushed Playboy photo, except the breasts WERE real. Kim was the textbook definition of an hourglass. The big breasts were natural and so was the round, heart-shape of an ass. Everywhere else was all her hard work. Eva had never seen anyone so tight and toned. She was defined but not muscular and so very feminine. “Perfection”, thought Eva.

Kim looked down and smiled. “No landing strip, but other than that, we’re following the script baby.” She crawled back onto the end of the bed and playfully tugged at the sheet covering her older friend.
Eva laughed, but was clearly nervous about this step. Kim put the sheet between her teeth and growled, pulling at it again. Eva relented and slowly, she allowed it to slide down her body. When her breasts were unveiled, Kim whimpered aloud. She was amazed again that the beautiful girl in front of her was a woman of 45. Time had taken their toll to be sure, but in a natural, beautiful way. Stretch marks and imperfections? Small ones maybe, but it only reminded Kim she was looking at a real woman, not the plastic ones that normally turned heads at her age. Her nipples were huge and hard as rocks. “Oh my goodness, you are incredible.”

Eva shuddered. “Two kids and 45 years, but they are still holding up I guess.” She smiled shyly up at Kim and the younger woman kept tugging at the sheet. Eva’s skin also had that sexy sheen that hinted at warmth and arousal.

“Modesty is very sexy, you know that?”

“So is self-confidence.”

“I’m faking it, was that false modesty you just gave me?”

As the sheet cleared her hips, Kim expected Eva to put up one last half-hearted protest, but she just threw her arms up over her head and lifted her hips off the bed again as if finally giving herself over completely to whatever Kim wanted.

As it cleared her thighs, a smile returned to Kim’s face and she looked up at Eva. The older woman was likely blushing in the soft light. “You didn’t know I was Brazilian?” She laughed nervously and added, “Kim, do you like it?”

Kim was charmed by her total vulnerability. “There’s nothing I don’t like baby.” Kim could tell there was no liposuction, lifting or sculpting keeping her in shape. She was almost too good to be true. But there she was. Kim reached out to touch her hip but Eva’s hand caught her first.

Eva could barely breathe. “Your teammate, what happened next?”

Kim was having trouble containing herself, but held up for, she hoped, one last time. She sighed. “So there she was, standing next to my bed, hovering over me like I am you right now. She was so gorgeous in that light.”