Mood Ring Ch. 06

I sealed my mouth to hers and pressed my lips together closing hers as well. I then applied a little light suction and allowed my tongue to be drawn into the vacuum space between our lips.

One of us would be firm while the other was yielding; one would press while the other retreated. And then the roles would reverse. I traced the outline of her well-defined lips with my tongue and tasted a mixture of expensive cosmetic, sugar, and chocolate. The textures were exciting because not only were her lips soft and warm, delicate yet strong; the mixture of saliva, chocolate and sugar made for a gritty sticky sweetness that made the tissues of our lips more sensitive.

She grabbed a strawberry, placed in between her lips and used its firmness as a paintbrush to make a line of chocolate across my chest before bringing it to my mouth and sharing it with me.

"Oh my, I have made that mess again!'

I replied, "Lucky for me you know how to clean it up." She smiled at me and said, "Lucky for me too."

With that she bent over me and started to tongue-bathe the higher part of my breasts where they just started to swell. The sensation of her warm slippery tongue against my skin had my nipples straining against the fabric and begging for attention. She had to have seen them, but did not do any more than place a hand along the one side of my left breast and gently support it.

We were sitting tête-à--tête in the small room which meant one or the other of us had to turn sideways or crane and contort to make our lips meet up.

"Stop, stop, stop!

This isn't working for me." I told her.

She stopped kissing my chest and looked up with bewilderment on her face.

"But...." I stopped her protest with my finger to her lips and said, "Scoot your chair towards mine." And I stood up and took her by her shoulders and guided her on how I wanted her to move her seat.

When she was roughly in a position where we would be knee to knee, instead of sitting down, I hiked up my skirt (oops no panties! Too late) and straddled her legs before lowering myself and sitting on her thighs.

"Much better!" I said and moved in for a foodless kiss. I took her face in both hands and pressed my lips to hers. Sitting on her lap made me a bit taller than her and as I leaned over, she leaned back and scooted her hips forward to elongate her body. It made it so I did not have to lean over or crane my neck as much to kiss her. It also seated my hips against hers and I noticed something pressing on my delicate flesh and scooted back looking down.

She said "Ooh, sorry," reached down and removed a wide belt that had a hard metal buckle and then I think she unbuttoned her pants to relieve any bunching.

I resumed my seat and bent in for the kiss. She received it smiling. I pressed my lips to hers and caused suction. This time I used my tongue to tease the opening of her mouth and she opened and allowed me entrance. Our lips were still sensitive from the dehydrating effects of the chocolate and various sugary and acidic foods and the sensation was exquisite.

I misbehave when I am kissing. I like to kiss the entire face and neck. To tease with fainting movements and nuzzles. I love the smell of my partner and the humid sense of closeness from the contact. But I was used to the exciting sense of maleness; so different from my own.

Anya's scent was something else altogether.

In college, I had kissed a lot of girls in bars. This was not virgin territory for me and probably explained my boldness in taking charge at the moment. I enjoy the act of kissing and yes, women are softer in action than and not as aggressive as men. But back then, it was all for attention from the boys and in a crowd and not intimate. It was all for show and free drinks. I am ashamed of having done it because it was immature and debasing.

And because the last time I had done it, my girlfriend Haley had called me out and shown me that I wasn't just doing it for the attention. However, she was inexperienced and thought that she had seduced me enough that I would crawl into her bed. Instead of having power over me, her actions mocked me and made me angry enough to go have a one-night stand that resulted in my pregnancy. That one-night stand was without a doubt the best sex of my young life. I chose an apparently very virile masculine cowboy that I had just met to overlay the temptation that making out with Haley had awakened in me. I wanted some hard female-male action to make me forget about how I had been walking down a path to female-female sex. Let's just say that anger at Haley (and myself) heavy drinking, and the need to prove something did not work out to create smart decision making. I did my best to seduce Jess, the cowboy and just said "fuck it, I'll take my chances" when he asked about birth control. I think I lied to him about being on the pill. I wanted him and right away and couldn't be bothered to find an open convenience store for condoms. It was a bad decision, but I can still remember the sensation of the friction of his moist bare skin thrusting into me and the warmth of his come filling my insides. The memories alone would make me warm over the next two months and totally overwrote the sensation of Haley's playing with my nipples and warm sensual kissing.

Here making out with Anya, I let myself enjoy the sensations. I was sensitive to aroma, texture, and sound. I went to nuzzle Anya's neck and nibble on her ear. I inhaled deeply and the humid smell behind her ear touched something primal deep inside of me. It smelled of shampoo, her smoky perfume and something a lot more personal that I could only identify as her natural body scent. I began to nicker her neck, you know like when you take your lips and eat ice cream from a cone but you don't want to freeze your teeth.

"Lynne, that feels wonderful, but please don't leave any marks. Remember, I wear my hair up at work and a mouth shaped bruise would excite a lot of scandalous talk." Her sensuous voice had a tremble in it.

I brought my mouth close to her ear and said, low and throaty, (well, I aimed for low and throaty; I have a big girl's body but a child's voice) "You could always tell them that 'Francis" gave it to you." And gently bit her earlobe.

She responded with a low thrum. I leaned back to look in her eyes and several golden threads of her hair were stuck in my lips. I went "phbbt pweew," to dislodge the offending strands and she said, "Hold on let me do my hair up."

She undid the sash of her camisole and made to confine her hair.

I leaned back so she wouldn't hit me in the face with an elbow as she leaned back and reached up with both hands capturing her hair and whipping it into a quick knot to keep it off of her neck.

Undoing her sash had allowed the wrap to lose its lines. The lace cups were pretending that they did not know that they were supposed to confine anything known as breasts. When she raised her arms, I was enthralled by the sight of her practically naked and unrestrained breasts dancing to their own rhythm and music as she made the movements of capturing her hair and tying the sash for control. They were like two ballerinas gliding underneath a lacy veil and I was mesmerized.

She stopped with her arms still raised and gave a low chuckle, "See anything you like?"

I snapped out of it and realized I was sitting on her lap with my hands on either side of my face just staring at her marvelous breasts. I looked her in her eyes and noticed that she had a hooded, half-closed look.

She reached for her straps and slid them off of her shoulder causing the cami to fall off of her chest and puddle around her waist. She was naked from the waist up and totally gorgeous. Still I hesitated. This was crossing a new line for me.

I just sat there with my arms drawn to my chest and hands up to my face. I didn't know what to do. I was tempted to touch, but it scared me a little for some reason. I knew what a pleasure to have your breasts massaged and played with; to have your nipples teased and sucked on. But that was all first-hand knowledge. I had never been the one to do the stroking and touching.

She reached out and gently took my wrists in her hands and guided my palms until they were cupping her perfect breasts. They were like plump teardrops and stood proudly on her thin chest. The only breasts with which I was intimately familiar were my own and I noticed right away a difference. My breast tissue was denser, most likely because of my interrupted pregnancy. Their change had been the first clue that I was harboring a life within my body and that my body was preparing to nourish a baby. Her breasts were firm, but more pliable; much like mine had been prior to the changes.

I hefted their weight in my hand and was surprised how heavy they were. She took my fingers and guided them to her pebbly nipples. I was intrigued. They were smaller than mine, but quite hard. "Roll and pinch them a little," she said and I did. She cooed and told me that that felt wonderful.

"Do you want to taste them?" I just looked at her, this was a lot for me and I was like a shell shocked refugee just waiting for directions to salvation.

She reached over to the chocolate fondue fountain with her right hand and dipped one finger into the reservoir. She then took it and made a circle around her right aureole coating it and her nipple with the dark sticky fluid.

She then took her finger and placed it on my lips teasing me until I opened my mouth and let her enter. I took my tongue and circled her finger as I took her hand in mine to make her remain in my mouth. I sucked and licked her finger and the web and then released her. I placed my left hand to cup her right breast and my right on her back and bent down to claim my prize.

It was like nothing I had anticipated. I flicked my tongue to clean her pink pigment and curled my tongue around her firm nipple. She arched her back and a faint groan left her throat. I closed my mouth around her entire chocolate drop shaped mound and started to suck in until she filled my mouth. I glided my tongue around the smoothness of the aureole and danced on the pointy nipple. She again groaned to let me know she was enjoying my attention

I think there is something instinctual about sucking on a titty. We are all infants dependent on a mother's milk for nourishment and life itself and it is something primal in both men and women. Sucking on her breast awakened something in me I cannot completely explain. It went to the core of my being and until that moment, it was a deep need that I had never before felt. Now, I wanted to do nothing but suck tit. It was like nourishment.

I moved to the other breast and was able to taste her without the influence of the chocolate syrup. It was a unique taste and I noticed a metallic body fluid tang underneath her musky sweet "herness."

I was discovering that making sweet love to a woman was all about scent, texture, sound, and nuance. My experience with men was limited to say the least, but it was more animalistic and passionate. I couldn't say at this point if I liked one above the other, but admittedly, my experience in both was limited.

Cheers for more research!

Anya let me lavish attention on her exquisite breasts and neck for a few more minutes before stopping me and saying, "This is all well and good ma Cherie, but it is getting late and we should be getting you home."

I extended my arms and placed them over her shoulders around her head, looked her in the eye and said," This night has been wonderful, Thank you. I just wish there was somewhere we could go dancing. I know it is a late hour, but that would make it the perfect evening."

She looked at me for a full second or two and then she said, "I might arrange something. There is a dance floor here, but we have to follow the house rules."

I was thrilled, did a little happy dance in her lap and said," Oooh, that would put such a nice ending to a romantic evening, can you?"

She nodded 'yes' with a smile and motioned to me that I should get up and off of her. She replaced her cami , put away her marvelous breasts, stood up and refastened her trousers. She slid a finger across her stomach and held it up to the light so I could see that it was glistening and stated, "Looks like someone got a little excited."

Whoops, I wasn't exactly embarrassed by that. I didn't know for sure what to think at the moment.

She picked up the little house phone and inquired. She turned to me and said, "OK it is arranged, now, we will not be the only ones there so we must wear a carnival disguise, but I think it will be fun. Let's do it!"

She opened a drawer and extracted two Papier-mâché carnival masks. "Here put this on." She handed me the prettier one which was a butterfly themed one and appropriated the Mardi Gras cat mask for herself.

Once we had put on the masks, we exited our room and made our way to the spiral staircase. I was still bare-footed and negotiated the spiral staircase with ease. She led me to another intricately carved door, opened it and motioned me inside.

It was a small gallery and there were two other people present. Even though they were wearing masks also, I recognized them immediately as the two men who had escorted us to the property at the beginning of the evening and turned to Anya, "Hey, its ... "she shushed me and said "no names ma Cherie, house rules as I told you."

Oh OK; stupid, but whateves.

Let's have a good time. There was no DJ, but there was a little karaoke machine and computer with dance tracks programmed.

I looked over the selection and chose a swing, big-band Glenn Miller track called "in the Mood'."

Robert approached me and asked, "May I have this dance?"

"Most certainly, my gallant gentleman." I replied and we danced the swing.

We danced foxtrot, samba, Tango, and Meringue." It was only when the songs cut to a slow indiscriminate style that Robert received a tap to his shoulder and a low feminine voice stated, "I would like to cut in and claim this dance."

Robert replied, "By all means Madame." And relinquished me to Anya's embrace.

The song was Wham's 'Careless Whispers" and I let myself be drawn into Anya's warm embrace.

We remained in close contact. I love the slow dancing and let myself relax and molded my body to hers.

We swayed and turned and I let my head rest on her shoulder.

I looked over and Robert and Anton were posed in a similar fashion. I looked on as they paused, and exchanged some private confidence.

I looked up to Anya, after all, she was about 4 inches taller than I was and said, "Why couldn't you have been a man?"

She looked at me and said "Why, Cherie? What makes you think that things would be better between us if I was a man?"

I replied, "Well, I do not believe that a woman can make love to a woman as I understand it."

"Explain."

I replied, "Oh Come on, you know that women are not compatible with other women. Our bodies lack the necessary 'hardware' to have sex. We cannot complete the sex act, join in ecstasy, and create human life. All lesbian activities just seem to be different forms of mutual masturbation to me!"

She replied, "Do you really think so? What if I could show you otherwise? Woman can complete a sexual union maybe better than a man and a woman. Yes, it is true that we cannot create a new life, but with modern techniques and advances in human reproduction, two women can be the parents of a new life and children. Let me show you, ma Cherie! Give me the chance!"

I didn't answer her right away. "I'll Be," by Edwin McCain was playing and I looked up to her and drew her into a sensuous kiss. "Show me." I looked into her eyes as I said it. I knew I was crossing THE major fucking line right then and right there. But could I do otherwise? She had drawn me effortlessly into her world and I was a willing participant. I wanted a true love; a response to another kindred soul in this cold world and if it was a woman who could provide it, why should I care? I took the step and plunged into the abyss.