Beneath the Surface(16)

Kristin started to unbutton Sheryl’s shirt. When the top buttons were open, she was surprised to not find a bra underneath. She hadn’t exactly been ogling Sheryl’s chest all day, but she believed she would have noticed the woman she spent an entire day with being braless. She pushed her lack of observational skills to the back of her mind and focused on what she saw. Sheryl’s breasts slowly being revealed. Kristin quickly understood the appeal of a slow revelation. Between her legs, where something had been steadily pulsing with anticipation, the rhythm had just picked up speed again.

Then there they stood. Naked from the waist up. Face-to-face. Two women who had only spoken on the telephone a short week ago. How quickly things could change. How the course of her life could be altered so drastically by one moment of bravery. Kristin reached for the button of Sheryl’s jeans, then let Sheryl slide them off her legs herself. Apparently, she hadn’t gone commando entirely throughout the day, because a pair of red panties were revealed. Kristin hadn’t expected the brazen color and the seductive cut, but what did she know?

She pushed her own pants down. The linen slid off her legs easily and crumpled into a heap on the floor.

“Come on.” Sheryl took her hand and together they walked the one step that removed them from the bed. They sat, awkwardly for a split second, until passion overrode all other emotions again, and they pressed their lips together as they tumbled down, their limbs all tangled up, onto the bed. Kristin felt every kiss in every cell of her body—and she hoped to soak up some of Sheryl’s experience by kissing osmosis.

When they broke apart, Sheryl, lying half on top of her, said, “I’m so glad you came to that party.”

“I’m so glad you were in charge of booze.”

The skin around Sheryl’s eyes crinkled as she smiled down at her. The air grew silent around them. Serious. Sheryl leaned in and kissed her again, and this time, because of their state of undress and their position on the bed, it ignited a much fiercer round of fireworks in Kristin’s belly. She was ready to lose herself to this woman. To give herself up the way she’d never done before. It was time. And there was no doubt in her mind that she would, despite this being their first time.

As Sheryl’s lips kept landing on hers, and her tongue slipped into her mouth, soft and sweet, Kristin was certain of so many things she had no right to be. She was a girl overflowing with common sense, with a clear head set upon her shoulders, who didn’t believe in things like this, until she lay kissing, half-naked, with Sheryl on the bed in a cabin in the mountains.

Sheryl’s lips shifted to her cheek, then trailed a moist path down her neck, to finally stop at her breasts. Before taking one of Kristin’s peaked nipples in her mouth, she looked at it as though she had just unwrapped the greatest gift she’d ever received. When her lips did finally close around it, Kristin felt the their soft touch spread through her entire body, as though her blood had been set alight, and the touch of Sheryl’s tongue against her nipple was the match that had lit it.

Sheryl divided her attention between both nipples and with one hand, kneaded Kristin’s small breasts, lifting them higher to her lips, drinking her in.

She then lowered her attention, tracing her tongue to Kristin’s belly button, which she circled and flew right past, on her way down.

Kristin’s clit pulsed hard against the fabric of her panties. How could she be so aroused so quickly already? Petra had never been able to do that to her. Then she stopped wondering about the how, and surrendered to the now, because Sheryl’s lips kissed a path along the waistband of her panties. Then her tongue followed the same line, moistening Kristin’s skin as she felt her pussy grow wetter and wetter.

Kristin felt a finger flit along the panel of her panties, light and enticing. A split second later, her swollen lips were exposed to the air as Sheryl’s finger drew her panties down, pulling them off her in a swift movement.

Kristin’s muscles tensed for a beat, then relaxed. What if this was the first time with the woman she would spend the rest of her life with? How significant did that make this moment of baring it all?

Kristin lost her train of thought again when she felt Sheryl’s finger, for the very first time, run along the length of her nether lips.

Kristin delved her fingers in Sheryl’s hair while she let her legs fall farther apart. For Sheryl, she wanted to spread herself as wide as possible, make her feel as welcome as she could.

Sheryl’s finger flitted lightly over her lips, circled her clit, which was ready to explode with anticipation. They hadn’t talked much about Sheryl’s former lovers, but everything about her exuded a sort of confidence that Kristin believed could only come with vast experience. Sheryl knew how to touch a woman, that much was certain, and Kristin was a woman who had waited a very long time to be touched. In that respect, they were already perfect for each other.