Unveiled Desire

"Please," I whispered again, "Just keep touching me."

She smiled down at me, and then lowered her lips to mine. Her hand continued to caress my nipple, hard enough for me to gasp into her mouth. Her tongue was mashing against mine, in our hardest kiss yet. It was almost animal in its intensity. Her hand was relentless against my nipples, she now switched to both of them, swirling lightly, pinching gently, then pinching hard, and pressing against my chest. After three minutes of this, I felt myself nearing orgasm again.

She pulled back a little, smiling down at me. I had my legs pressed so tightly together, I kept rubbing them back and forth. She slowed her hand down, and I opened my eyes to look into her face.

"Please, I'm so close…" I whimpered.

"I know, but this is all so one sided, if I help you now, would you be willing to help me later?" she asked casually.

"Yes, just help me now."

She smiled down at me, and moved her mouth to kiss mine. Her hand went back to caressing my chest, and then she moved her mouth down to my ear. I felt her hot breath against my skin, and her tongue gently accenting the few words she said.

"This should be fun," Donna said confidently.

With those words, her hand moved away from my chest, and went south. My legs were pressed together; she had to push through them, while I was barely aware of what was happening. Her hand found my swollen region, and her fingers slipped under my panties instantly. Her hand pressed against my lips immediately, and I had an immediate reaction. Her thumb found my clit instantly, and I began my orgasm right then. Her ring finger and pinky began gently pressing against my entrance, slipping inside to immediately return, while her index and pointer finger gently teased my lips, while also exposing my clit for her wonderful thumb. Oh the thumb.

My orgasm just continued, while her fingers worked. She manipulated me, playing me like a puppet on a string. When she jerked her fingers, I jerked, and I loved it. It seemed to go on forever, but it couldn't have been very long. After a few minutes of this treatment, her fingers slowed, and I was able to start breathing again. I drew in a few shuddering breaths, and my head was dead weight on her lap. I felt the waves slowly ebbing away, but I was left with a huge euphoric after glow, something which was new.

I opened my eyes and she was still smiling down at me. I smiled weakly at her, and closed my eyes again. I concentrated on returning my breathing to normal, and I heard her chuckle.

"How was that?" she said softly.

I responded with an inarticulate groan/whimper/sigh.

"It seems like you enjoyed it." She said.

"I did, very much so," I said, and I blushed, the implications were starting to creep into my conscious. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Believe it. My fingers hold evidence." Donna held up her fingers to me, they glistened in the light. I felt rather mortified.

I struggled to sit up. She helped me, and I leaned back against the couch shakily. I blinked blearily at the television, and saw two girls making out. It was one of those commercials for the wild girl videos, but it just seemed such perfect timing. My mouth opened in shock, and I looked over at Donna. She followed my glance to the television, and then turned back to me and grinned.

"How appropriate," she said with a smirk.

We both started laughing, and sat watching the stupid commercial. I felt giddy with release, and with relief. I didn't feel like I had instantly become a lesbian, I didn't feel like Donna and I were in love, it was something else. I can't explain it, but it was a feeling of freedom.

I looked over at her casually. I began wondering about my promise to return the favor. The feeling of freedom started to flee, replaced with a feeling of nervousness. What would she want me to do? And how bad would I be at it? I turned back to the television, and felt my face grow red again.

We sat in a comfortable silence and I absorbed the implications. I took a swig of the nearly empty bottle of red wine, and then stood shakily to my feet.

"Potty break, excuse me," I said.

After using the bathroom, I stood in the small hallway between my bedroom and the living room. I had a moment of confusion, until something took a hold of me. It wasn't that I was consumed with lust, it was that I was consumed with a desire. A desire to reciprocate, a desire to share. I was struck with the realization that I had just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and the secondary realization that I had been taking, and not giving. I may not be very knowledgeable about how to please another girl, but I was consumed with a desire to try. I stepped slowly into the living room, where Donna looked up at me, that small smile tugging on her lips.

"Would you like to lie down for a while, in my bedroom? You know, we could be comfortable," my newfound urge to please didn't suppress my embarrassment at my forwardness, and I once again blushed bright red.

"I would like that, let me use the bathroom first, tidy myself up, or I mean, get ready for bed," she said, with a wink.

I stood back and let her pass, but she leaned forward as she neared me. She kissed me gently, not passionately, but supportively. I hugged her, and we held each other for a minute. She then passed me, and walked into the bathroom. I walked forward into the living room and looked at the area. I picked up the wine, and put it on the kitchen counter. I grabbed the blanket that had been covering us, and I tossed it on the bed. I turned off the television, and sat down on the couch.

As I sat, I looked down at my shirt. It was still unbuttoned, and I wondered what I should do. I took a deep breath, and pulled it off. I sat there on the couch, feeling slightly cold, looking down at my body. My panties held the evidence of my earlier excitement, and after another fortifying deep breath, I stood up and pulled those off as well.

I heard the bathroom door open, but Donna did not return to the living room. I saw a light go on in my bedroom, and I called out to her that I would be in there in a second. I turned off the lights in the living room, and made my way to the bedroom. I felt my heart start to race and I approached the door. Nudity in front of other females had never bothered me, but now I was especially aware of it.

I stepped into the archway of the doorway, and took in an impressive sight. Donna was lying on my bed, clad in only a pair of purple silk panties. My mouth opened in shock, and I think hers did as well. My eyes followed her long legs, up to her small sexy panties, and up to her bare chest. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts lay flat against her chest. It was an impressive sight, and I looked up at her face, to find her surveying me just as openly.

Her eyes unabashedly took in my naked body, from head to toe. I saw her smile slightly as she met my eyes, both of us very intrigued by what we saw. I felt more exposed than sexy, although I hoped she didn't think that way. I walked quickly to the other side of the bed, and crawled on. She rolled over to face me, and I reached up to quickly turn off the light.

We both lay in the darkness for a minute. I felt the excitement starting to build again, and for one of the very few times in the night, I took the initiative. I gently moved closer to her, and I felt her hand reach out to grab mine. I leaned forward, and kissed her gently on the lips. It was delicate, and erotic.

Her tongue danced along mine, and I felt her hand move to my neck, so I mimicked her. As we kissed, my hand traced the curvature of her neck and her shoulders. I could have continued the gentle making out session forever, but she propped herself up and moved me slightly to my back. She moved her mouth slowly off of mine, and moved it down to my neck again. Her hand reached forward and began to lightly trace my nipples. I whimpered slightly and she softly giggled. Her hands began massaging my breasts, and I felt the bed creak. In the near darkness I could see she was sitting up and moving closer to me. I looked up, wondering what she was intending.

I soon became aware, as she presented her breast to my mouth. I was shocked, and drew back at first. Once I got over being startled, I moved forward, and cupped it with my hands first. I leaned forward and kissed it softly. I heard her murmur encouragement, so I grew bold and placed my mouth around it. Her nipple was already hard, and I began to gently suck.

I was so preoccupied with this new experience that when her hands left my chest I barely noticed. She moved her hands up to my hair, and began softly stroking my head. I sucked experimentally, wondering how hard, how fast, how much tongue, ect, until I realized I was thinking about it to much, and to just go with what felt right. I flicked my tongue gently against her hard peak, to be rewarded with a soft moan from her. I experimented with biting gently with my teeth, and I heard her inhale sharply.

She held my head against her breast with one hand, and with the other began stroking my back in encouragement. After a few minutes, I switched breasts and began to fondle the nipple I had just abandoned with my free hand. I felt her hand leave my back, and I opened my eyes.

I watched as her hand reached down, between her own legs. She spread her legs slightly, and I watched as she began to rub the outside of her panties with her hand. My eyes were locked to it, and I suddenly had the desire to try that for myself. I stopped fondling her other breast, and remembering how it felt, I slowly traced my way down her stomach, until I came to her hand. She must have opened her eyes and looked down, because her hand moved up and gently grabbed my wrist.

"Are you sure you want to?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

In answer, I slid my hands down her panties and touched another girl intimately for the first time. She placed her own hand on top of mine, through her panties, and began to guide me. I wasn't repelled, and I wasn't enraptured, it was almost like a science experiment for me. My hand was intrigued by the moist and warm flesh it encountered. I began to gently press against areas that I knew from experience that I liked to be touched. Gently pressing my middle finger against her slit, while my palm ground softly against her clit.

She pressed her hand against mine harder, and I reached down a little lower. I slowly inserted my pointer finger into her warm entrance, and was rewarded with another little moan. After a few moments she had to lean back down against the bed, and I took control.

I pressed another finger deep inside of her, and then began a slow teasing repetitive motion. Two fingers gently probed her, while my open palm still slowly pushed against her outer lips. I found a good angle, and slowly increased my speed. I was struck with the silliest realization, which made me smile. I was fingering another girl, and not finding it weird or gross. It was just stimulation of flesh, for pleasure, and in that light, it seemed so innocent and natural.

Once I had a rhythm established with that hand, I turned my concentration back to her breasts. Dropping my mouth down to her hard nipples, I began sucking harder. She cried out, and I continued savagely. The hand that was manipulating her lower region became noticeably wetter, and I looked at her face to see it contorted in pleasure and intensity.

She opened her eyes and looked up into my face. In the dark I could see her smile.

"I'm getting close," she said, it came out hoarse and she panted between words.

"Is there anything more I can do?" I whispered into her ear. I leaned forward and kissed her, without slowing down my fingers that were driving her to the edge.

"Faster," she whispered.

I tried to go faster, but I was at a bad angle for anything faster. I moved down for a better view, and I realized what the problem was. I had been working under her panties, but to go faster I would have to change my arm position, so I took a breath and withdrew my fingers.

Donna cried out in disappointment and confusion, but I worked quickly. I pushed her legs together and pulled off her panties in one swift motion. Once they were off I spread her legs wide, and had my first close up view of another woman. I brought my hand quickly back to her lower lips, and gently reinserted the two fingers. She leaned back and spread her legs wider, and I stared at her sex, fascinated and intrigued.

She was lying down, and I couldn't see her face, but I judged her to be very close indeed, by the intensity of her breathing and how warm and wet her entrance was. I was struck with inspiration and courage, and I bent down, bringing my mouth to bear. I shifted positions without disrupting my finger rhythm, and leaned forward.

I wasn't sure what I expected, but I extended my tongue to gently lick the top of her slit. I don't think I was very good at it, but she seemed to be satisfied. She jerked her head up, and stared down at me. She reached down with her hands and spread her lips for me, giving me better access with both my mouth and fingers. I didn't do anything fancy, merely lapped at her clit in an eager, if inexperienced way.

My fingers increased their speed, and her body jerked. My fingers grew stickier than ever, and she cried out several times. Knowing how long a female orgasm can last, I continued the pressure on her clit. I grew experimental, starting to gently suck it, and alternate with light flicks of my tongue. She shook for several minutes, a large wet spot accumulating on my bed sheets, further encouraging me. I don't know how many minutes passed, but when her body seemed spent, I slowed my actions down. I kissed her sex, and then altered my position, my fingers still pushing, but now I could look into her face. After a minute, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I stopped moving my fingers, and then slowly withdrew them.

She looked as happy as I had felt a while earlier. She reached up to grab my shoulder and she brought me down to her. I was a little hesitant, but then I just smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. She seemed eager to transfer the taste, and so I let her tongue enter my mouth. She surprised me even more but then cleaning my fingers, her tongue dancing delicately across them all. I lay down, and she wrapped her arms around me.

We lay still together for half an hour, neither talking, neither of us sleeping. I lay there, enjoying the sensation of being held, and assimilating my new experiences. I don't know what she was thinking, but I know she was content. After the time had passed, she moved slightly, and I opened my eyes. She leaned over me and whispered into my ear.

"I think I owe you one now," she whispered.

"I don't know if I can handle anymore," I whispered back.

"Just lie there, I'll do all the work," she whispered into my ear, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"I fantasized about that," I whispered to her, "I imagined that you would touch me, and I would pretend to be asleep, and what you would do to me…" I trailed off, unsure of why I was telling her this.

"Shh, just lie back, I'll take care of you. Just go to sleep," she said softly.

"I-"

"Shh, just lie back. I want to do this for you. Just go to sleep."

I lay back carefully. I closed my eyes and felt my body start to respond. My nipples grew hard, and my lower lips began to respond as well. I was already really excited, just from the prospect of her touching me. I took a deep breath as I felt her lips touch my skin.

She started from the neck. Not lingering, and not pressing against my skin. So gently. Her lips would drop so slightly, but they would burn against my skin. The warmth would send tingles through my body. She worked her way ever so slowly against my neck. She spent time on the hollow of my collar bone, then lifted my arm up, and slowly kissed along the length of it. She turned my palm, kissing the inside and the outside, her tongue gently pressing.

I lay motionless throughout. Feeling her touch, sensing her movements, never reacting. She moved from kissing my hand to kissing my stomach, her tongue gently circling my belly button, and then moving up, just as her hand had earlier. As her gently probing tongue reached my chest, I felt her left hand gently come to rest on my thigh, just above the knee. My leg almost jerked at the slight touch, and I felt my lower lips respond in anticipation.

Her mouth kissed the entire area of my chest before stopping to spend time on my nipples. Even then, she didn't stop to suck, she just kissed, and brushed her lips against them. Everything considered, I think the most erotic thing was how long she spent doing this. In all my previous sexual experiences, I had achieved many orgasms, I was not dissatisfied, but I had never experienced the pleasure of such an exquisite prolonged encounter. I had no idea I could be that excited, for that long.

Her hand was moving steadily up my thigh, fingers merely teasing along. They would stoke close, but never far enough up to bring me relief. I tried to lie still, but my body was having too much stimulation, and at each little kiss, at each stroke of my thigh I would tremble, anticipation building so high.

When relief did come, it was just as exquisitely slow. Her fingers reached higher, and gently cupped my sex. I pushed my hips forward, but her hand drew back, and only when I lay still, did she return her hand. Her mouth moved up to kiss my lips, and I lay still as they gently kissed me. She moved on the bed, and I felt her lift one of my legs farther apart.

She kissed my thigh, her hands delicately stroking my pubic region, not stimulating my lips, but causing my body to tremble none the less. Her mouth moved forward and I held my breath. It started with the gentlest of kisses. She did not dive right in, she merely placed her mouth softly on my lips. I was on fire, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

She kissed my sex, and thankfully she did not move her mouth away. She brought her hands down again, and pulled against my lips, spreading them, opening my budding clitoris to her waiting mouth.

Her tongue was warm and wet, and it started dabbing gently against my clit. I thought I would climax immediately, but she refused to move faster. Her tongue was moving in a slow and steady manner, and I knew any action I took would only prolong my relief. Her fingers were gently manipulating farther down and were probing against my entrance while her mouth continued to work wonders.

After several minutes of this agonizing pleasure, she slowly inserted two fingers. I was totally ready for her, and she had no problems sliding them inside of me. She moved them to exactly the right spot, that ridge of so much joy. She knew what she was doing to me, and I imagined that she was relishing in it.

I must have whimpered or something, because she finally took pity on me. After the slow torture of building excitement, when she finally increased her pace it wasn't what I expected. Once again, I thought I would orgasm immediately, but it kept building. Her tongue was now darting against my clit, and her fingers thrusting hard against my g-spot. I think I started moaning, but the details of that exact second are beyond description.

My orgasm was mind blowing. That's a phrase that's been used before, and will be used again, but until that moment I had never believed it. I have no idea if it lasted for one minute or one hour, I lay on the bed crying out, and I barely understood that when I was handed a pillow I was to cover my mouth because I was being too loud. I pressed the pillow against my face and felt my body shudder. I remember the waves subsiding, and I remember my breathing coming back to normal.