Kim and Andrea
Kim and Andrea had been dating for
almost six weeks. About half of those days Kim woke
up and thought of herself as the luckiest girl in the
world. The other half, she woke and waited for the shoe to drop. After all,
she knew she was not anywhere near Andrea's league, and assumed
it was just a matter of time before Andrea came
to her
senses.
When she thought this, it was not intended
as a knock on herself. Kim was shy and disinclined to show
off,
but she wasn't totally lacking in confidence. She
was a social work major, and she was good at it because
she put the needs of others first, but was also smart
enough to know how to think through people's situations rationally
rather than just respond from her heart. She'd had a
few girlfriends in the past, and they had always told her
the same thing: "They don't come any sweeter or smarter thank you, Kimmie." Even so,
social work was hardly a track to success. It was not
about ambition or achievement. It was honorable and endearing, but
not particularly
attractive.
Nor did Kim have
stunning beauty to compensate. She was pretty in
a plain, ordinary way. About five-ten, she was thin with an unremarkable
but not unappealing figure. Her complexion was fair and clean, but
there was nothing striking about her lips or her brown
eyes. Her hair was soft and long, her loose curls
worn in a half-pony tail almost every day -- she thought
it was a boring style for hair that was a dull, uninspiring dark brown. She
was on the pretty side, but didn't stand out in a
room. She counted on a cute, dimpled smile to work
all her
magic.
Andrea
was a whole other kind of girl. Andrea was a dual
major in business and international studies. She was smart enough
to do complex statistics in her head and confident enough
to do so off-the-cuff in front of large groups of people.
Her life plan? To convert a highly successful pair of side-project business into well-endowed not-for-profit
agencies helping with agricultural implementations in rural, arid locations overseas. She
had ambition, talent, and the sort of intentions that no
one could
fault.
On top of all
that, Andrea was one in a million sexy.
She was no taller than 5'4", but it was hard to tell
for sure because she usually wore spike heels that were three
inches high and higher. She was tan with eyes the
color of a clear mountain lake and a playful head
of light blonde hair that she cut at the level of
her chin. Her waist was thinner than Kim's, but her breasts were larger. Her hips
were perfectly round, making her backside a perfect half-sphere with cheeks
that were so firmly muscles that the cleft between them
was invariably
obvious.
Kim was pretty sure why
Andrea was with her. Andrea had never dated a girl before. Kim was a nice
enough, pretty enough, utterly non-threatening starter-girlfriend for a smoking hot bi
chick who could, in the end, win over absolutely anyone
she cared
to.
At the beginning of their sixth week together, Kim had confessed
her love to Andrea. Andrea had not hesitated about responding in
kind. Kim was trying her hardest to just feel lucky
and blessed, to feel extra special for having such an
amazing girlfriend, but as the days went on she found herself
more and more feeling frustrated and confused. By the end of the sixth week, she
had managed to convince herself that Andrea was just being polite
and was probably on the verge of breaking up for
a better
girl.
She confessed the fears to Bethany, her
roommate, and Bethany wasn't buying it. "Kim,
yes, Andrea's drop dead gorgeous. I get that.
I may be straight, but I get that she's hot. But think
about this: she could literally take any guy on campus that
she wanted to bed. Any guy. But she's tired of
that scene. Maybe she's exploring the queer lifestyle because she
wants to be less superficial. She wants to be loved for
more than her hotness, and she wants to look beneath rock hard muscles and big
penises to love someone for who they are inside. Maybe, Kim,
she doesn't care that you're not super hot because she
sees your
inside."
"Bethany," Kim said stiffly. "Bethany,
believe it or not, being told that you agree that I'm
not hot and not in her league . . .
Doesn't really
help."
"But
I said
--"
"I know what you
said. But my body and my face are part of me. I don't want the
girl I love to have to look past them. I want
her to look at them. Love me, love my body,
that's the
deal."
"Maybe you're asking too much of
any one
person."
"Okay, Bethany, you can just
stop helping
now."
It was probably a week after that, that Kim decided to
broach the subject with Andrea. They were sitting on a bench,
holding hands and kissing softly. They hadn't gone any farther
than that. Kim had only ever gone a little farther
than that with any girl. Andrea never had. Their kisses were
invariably magical. They tasted sweet and were unusually sensual. Kim's lips were soft and her
tong very wet and slippery. Andrea's lips were firmer, her tongue
strong as a dart. When they combined it was an
explosion of
opposites.
When they took a break from the mouth work, Andrea
leaned on the taller girl's shoulder and slipped an arm around
behind her waist. Kim leaned her cheek against the top
the blonde's
head.
"When we kiss
it's so easy for me to believe that you love
me," she
said.
"I
do."
"You're so much better than
I am," Kim lamented. "In every way. I know you're just
trying things out with me. Seeing if you can hack
this two-girl
stuff."
Andrea sat up and spun her. "What did
you just
say?"
Kim repeated it, word
for word, but could not bring herself to meet the
other girl's
eyes.
"If," Andrea said icily,
"I were better than you in every way, I would definitely
not be using you like some fucking princess playing dyke
for a
day."
No response was forthcoming from Kim. She winced, knowing that what Andrea said
was true. She closed her eyes and pulled in on herself.
She had been doing a brutal disservice to someone she
said she
loved.
Andrea wasn't content
with what she had already said. "What kind of shallow, whoring
bitch do you think I am? You think you're, what,
my practice
pussy?"
Kim still could say nothing.
Her eyes shut even more tightly. She pulled even further
in on
herself.
"I could feel pretty justified about breaking up with you
right fucking now," Andrea growled. "But," she went on, her voice softening, even though her
face did not, "I love you way too much to do
that. Kimmie, I shouldn't have to prove my love to
you, but
--"
"I'm sorry," Kim croaked, still not
opening her
eyes.
"But,"
Andrea said again, more firmly, "I'm going to. If you choose
to doubt me, if you don't want to trust me ... those things are up
to you. But if I haven't shown you enough that I
truly love you, then that's on me. So I'm going
to prove
it."
"Andrea .
. .
"
"I mean
it. In three days, it's your veggieversary. Fifteen years without eating
meat. It's your biggest holiday. I'm in charge of the
celebration. Got
it?"
Kim blushed with both appreciation
and shame. Most of her friends who were not vegetarians made
fun of her celebrating her veggieversary. One of her old
girlfriends had supported it, but not understood just how important
it was to her. It was more than her birthday, more
than her Christmas, because it celebrated a choice she herself had made. It was, to
Kim, a celebration of her human will. And Andrea understood that.
Which touched Kim's heart, and made her embarrassed about how
she'd been
thinking.
Andrea leaned
in and pressed her lips to her girlfriend's forehead. "I
love you,
Kimmie."
"I love you too, Andrea, and
I'm so
--"
"It's done," Andrea interjected, kissing her mouth.
"No more
apologies."
The emotion
of the moment really heated up the kiss and soon they
were going at it quite heavily, right there on the bench. Their lips were a
wet mess of passion. Eyes were wide open. Every time they
moved apart to catch their breath, strings of saliva stretched
between their
mouths.
Soon they were moaning into the
kiss, as it grew heavier and more obscene. At one point
Andrea sucked Kim's tongue so far into her throat that
she actually
choked.
They were breathing rough. Their faces
were turning
red.
And then Kim's hand moved from Andrea's side to
cup the swelling side of her breast. It was the
first such contact, even through clothing, and both girls moaned. Kim
took it as encouragement and began massaging her girlfriend's breast, feeling the nipple harden even
through bra and top. Andrea returned the favor with even more
fervor, palming the front of her lover's breast and playing
with it
roughly.
"Oh, Kimmie," she gasped.
She'd never touched another girl's breast. She hadn't known quite
what to
expect.
"Andrea," Kim panted, "I won't
apologize again, but I want you to know that I
do trust
you."
"I'm glad," the
blonde purred, squeezing the brunette's breast so hard she almost
snapped the
bra.
"And if you wanted to . .
. go all the way tonight . . . I
wouldn't stop
you."
Andrea removed her hand from Kim's breast. Then, blue
eyes staring into brown eyes with intensity and focus, she
tucked that hand between Kim's legs, feeling her warmth through her
blue jeans. She gave it a little grope and squeeze. She hummed with delight. That
was another first for her. But then she winked and smiled.
"I told you I was in charge of celebrating your
veggieversary, didn't
I?"
Kim blushed again, but her face was transformed by her
dimpled smile.
"Yes."
"You're going to
love your
present."
Those three days couldn't have gone quickly enough for
Kim. Every moment before she got to open that promised present
dragged like an eternity. She knew that Andrea had a whole evening planned, but she
didn't know any details. She was told on the day itself
that she was supposed to dress "sexy-formal," and that was
all she
knew.
Kim didn't really have anything that qualified as
sexy formal, in her mind, but she asked Bethany and
Bethany's boyfriend Jake to help evaluate. In the end, she wore
a very snug burgundy dress that didn't show any cleavage and went down to mid-calf.
The consensus was that the color was dramatic for her, and
the tight fit emphasized her lean-ness without making her look
skinny or
figureless.
"I know
you don't think so," Jake had said, "but you have
a cute
body."
Bethany had swatted him, but Kim had thanked
him. She wore formal pumps with the dress and did just
a little bit with her hair. She had Bethany help with her makeup, because she
didn't normally wear much. She wanted to look a bit more
glamorous, but not unnatural, and her roommate was able to
help that
happen.
When Andrea picked her up, it was a mutual
adoration society. Andrea definitely confirmed everything
they'd thought about the dress and more. Kim, for her part,
was absolute
blown away by Andrea. The shorter girl was
wearing black spikes, at least four inches tall, and a black skirt
that went nearly to her ankles but was tighter than most
pants, which was almost dangerous on her amazing backside. Above
the waist, she was in a shimmery turquoise halter top
that looked like it could barely contain her breasts, which were
not obscenely large but were larger than average for her overall size. Black bra straps
occasionally peaked out under the halter's straps, and made Kim wonder
about the color of the panties. And, as always, Andrea's
makeup was
perfect.
Kim had abandoned her doubts on that bench, but the evening
that Andrea designed would certainly have obliterated any to which
she might have clung. Dinner was a Mediterranean restaurant that
Kim loved but Andrea despised -- a thoughtful nod that was
much appreciated, as it was not asked for. After that a walk through town that
started as a guided tour by Andrea of all the places
that had sentimental value for the young couple. It was
sweet and
romantic.
Then she walked
them to an ice cream stand that was closed for the
night. "This," Andrea said, "was where I first started loving
you from
afar."
Kim
couldn't decided whether to giggle or hide her face, so
she did
both.
"It's
true," Andrea insisted. "I was getting ice cream
right here. You were over there." She pointed to a phone booth.
Kim knew it well, but she was shocked that anybody had
seen that. Andrea had seen and memorized it. "Some lady
that you didn't know was in there crying. You offered
her a tissue and then you hung there with her, while
she got the news of her brother's death, and you gave her a shoulder to
cry on. A random person in a phone booth, who didn't
even try to get your attention. I fell in love
with in
you."
"Oh,
Andrea."
"You're going to be saying that a lot tonight,"
the blonde
flirted.
Kim just went with the
giggle that
time.
They walked for another little ways and stopped at a small park where
bands often played. "You're going to laugh," Andrea said, "but this
is where loving you from afar became also lusting after
you from
afar."
"Say
what?" Kim
laughed.
"I told you you would laugh." Andrea was not offended;
she was smiling. "We were here separately for a concert. I
don't remember who. Anyway, you were wearing these tight, ripped jeans, and . . .
damn girl. I hadn't realized how cute your butt was, or
how sexy little teasing flashes of your legs would be.
You were
hot."
Kim's heart was racing. "I want to flash you more
than my
legs."
Andrea pulled her close. "I went home that night and started
telling my roommate all about you. I got so hot
thinking about you again and describing you that I couldn't
help touching myself, even though I was on the top bunk,
right above my roommate. I kept thinking about what was under those jeans. And then
I started thinking about all that gorgeous hair of yours, spilled
over my lap. My roommate was wide awake, but I
got off
anyway."
"I want to get you off so bad,"
Kim said, caressing the magnificent curves of her backside through
the tight
skirt.
Kim squeezed Andrea's butt with two
hands. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard you forget what masturbating ever felt like."
She kissed the taller girl's throat. "Normally I'm really good at
foreplay, but since you're my first girl, I might not
be so
controlled."
"I don't want control,
I want
you."
"So
are you
ready?"
"So ready I think
I might
explode."
"Trust me, Kimmie, you
will definitely
explode."
The walking tour was over. They went back
to Andrea's car as quickly as they could without running, and while they paused in
the front seat for a few minutes of aggressive kissing, they
managed to contain their urges and wait to go any
further than
that.
Andrea drove about twenty minutes until they were
out of town, and another fifteen minutes through the country. She
finally pulled up next to a rolling pasture. "The blanket's
in the
trunk."
Kim was almost literally in tears. She had told
Andrea long ago that she had this silly fantasy that she
knew would always be a fantasy, about losing her virginity
under the
stars.
As soon as the
blanket was down on the grass, it was as if an official had fired a
starter's pistol. The two girls were kissing and rolling around, groping
each other's bodies, clutching at one other's clothes, and grunting
and moaning
crazily.
Andrea's top was off first and
Kim's mouth was immediately on the other girl’s breasts, even as her
hands were immediately on the bra, removing it. She'd kissed one
other girl's breasts, but they were nothing like Andrea's, which
were large for the small girl and very smooth and
firm. Kim was so excited from kissing them that she thought
she might cum just from that. The way they felt to suck on, they way
they tasted. They way her nipples looked as they got hard.
It was all so sensual. She could have sucked on
them for
hours.
It was eventually time for turnabout, though,
and that required the removal of Kim's dress. Kim fought
against it a little, but Andrea demanded her turn to
taste a little tit. Kim stood nervously on the blanket, and
Andrea, topless and shoeless, but otherwise fully dressed stood behind her. She slowly, sensually lowered
the zipper on the back of the dress. Down from neck,
gradually tracing her spine between her shoulder blades, lower, lower
. .
.
Andrea
stifled a gasp. There was no bra strap. Biting her lip, Andrea resumed lowering the
zip. Down, along her spine. Into the lumbar curve, swooping along
her lower back, and curving back out along her backside
. .
.
Another gasp, not stifled. Where the zipper stopped, just at the
top of Kim's butt, Andrea was seeing adorable, perfect, smooth
flesh. Not
panties.
Andrea slipped
her hands inside the dress, wrapping them around the front
of her girlfriend. She kissed her exposed spine while her
fingers danced on her soft, delicate tummy. Andrea hummed, sending pleasant
vibes up and down Kim's spine, and as goosebumps were raised, her hands also were
raised slowly up the front of her girlfriend's body, inside the
unzipped dress. Where they touched soft, sensitive little breasts, unencumbered
by a
bra.
The nipples were hard. The skin around them extra
delicate. Andrea kissed Kim's back aggressive as she massaged the
breasts. Kim
moaned.
"My naughty girlfriend didn't wear a bra," Andrea
teased. She began dragging her mouth down the other girl's spine,
slowly pulling the dress down. "What else did my naughty
girlfriend not
wear?"
Kim offered no answer
beyond another
moan.
Soon Andrea was on her knees behind Kim,
lowering the dress, exposing her naked hips and backside. The
blonde covered them eagerly with kisses. Kim had never felt anything
like it. It was more exciting than she could have ever imagined to finally feel
another girl's lips on her flesh, making love to her body.
It was so exciting that she could already feel how
wet she
was.
Kim was done waiting. She had always imagined
a slow, sweet sweet love-making session for her first, but the dress was around her
ankles and she was feeling too needy. She slowly bent over
until she was grabbing those same ankles, presenting her womanhood
to her
girlfriend.
Andrea made some
kind of noise and dragged her mouth down Kim's backside, to
the top of her thighs. She then began rubbing her face back and forth, mouth
open, caressing herself on her girlfriend’s body. For a moment, she
simply moaned and sighed. Finally she said, "You're so beautiful,
Kim, so
beautiful."
Kim looked
between her legs at her girlfriend's breasts hanging freely. It
was very
erotic.
Andrea moaned again. "Kimmie you smell so good, I
had no
idea."
The brunette, her hair hanging down, piling on
the blanket below her whimpered helplessly. Andreas's hands were clutching at her hips to keep
her steady. Kim was limber and flexible but under the power
of sexual arousal would not be able to maintain this
position for
long.
For her part, Andrea was
far from a virgin. Kim was her first woman, but she
was experienced and so very confident in herself, and in the act of sex itself.
While she was nervous about her first time as a lesbian,
she had the freedom of her experience and confidence to
make her
bold.
"Never
doubt," Andrea said softly, kissing the top of Kim's thigh,
right below her cute bottom, "that I love all of you."
She kissed the top of Kim's other thigh. "Mind." She drew abstract patterns with her
tongue on her lover's creamy thighs. "Heart." She bit gently at
each thigh. "And body." At last, her mouth made contact
with Kim's
virginity.
A sound
Kim wasn't aware of making emanated from deep within her body. Her head jerked back
at the sudden onset of unfamiliar pleasure. She stared at the
moon through the veil of her hair as her girlfriend's
mouth savored
her.
All the times Kim had rubbed herself.
All the times she had ready dirty stories. The few times
she had even watched pornographic videos. She had never realized what this would feel like.
She had known it would be good, and she had thought
that her own wet, oily fingers might approximate the feeling.
They did
not.
It was a lot like being kissed, only many times more intimate
and unbelievably pleasurable. She had nothing to compare to, really, but
it seemed like Andrea, for all her inexperience with women,
had no problem understanding how to do this. Kiss after
kiss, she tasted her girlfriend with an arousing hum using her
lips and tongue calmly but firmly. Her lips massaged the outer flesh, while her tongue
dipped in to taste the inner. Every kiss seemed designed to
bring more taste into Andrea's mouth, and send more shivers
through Kim's
body.
The two girls
had an incredible sense of coordination. As soon as Kim could
no longer maintain the tightly bent-over position, Andrea maneuvered herself
so that as Kim was standing straight up, Andrea had
crawled partly through her legs and was now eating her directly
from below and a little in front, even though she had a rear approach. Kim
arched her back instinctively and began tugging on her own nipples.
That was something she never did, but she couldn't seem
to help
it.
Andrea was being far more aggressive now. Kim
could feel her wetness pooling inside. She could sense herself twinging and warming up with
excitement. As her body responded, it began to open increasingly for
her lover. Andrea didn't miss a beat, sucking and tasting
everything she
could.
Kim did not have
a huge clitoris, but when aroused, the little pink jewel was certainly harder and more
prominent than most. As soon as Andrea saw it appearing she
gave a great moan, and attacked it with everything her
mouth could
offer.
Crying out loudly in the lonely pasture, Kim felt
her face flush as her body was rocked by the
first orgasm another person had ever given her. Andrea's face was
now glistening after being soaked, but she did not relent. The blonde could sense the
trembling in her girlfriend's legs and so began easing her way
to her back, gently lowering the other girl on top
of her
face.
In short order, Kim was smothering her sexy lover
between her legs, rubbing her wetness all over the girl's
face and squeezing her thighs. Bumping and grinding against the
lashes of Andrea's tongue against her clitoris, Kim felt a surge
of powerful new pleasures. Before long she was bouncing on the blonde's face and rocking
her hips. Andrea's tongue seemed to never stop fluttering wildly around
and every time she had a change, she gave that
clitoris another
suck.
When
Kim hit another peak, she collapsed forward, so that she was
essentially on all four with Andrea lying beneath her, continuing
to kiss, suck, lick, and eat every bit of her,
even as her inner walls quivered, her thighs spasmed, and her
fluid poured out directly onto the blonde's face. When finally she could take no more,
Kim scrambled to embrace her love and kiss her. She could
taste herself in the kiss, but that only made it
feel more
intimate.
Slowly that kiss transformed as Kim felt
a drive to show her own affection. She kissed gently
all over her girlfriend's face, not caring about tears or
juices or running makeup. Slowly she worked her way down Andrea's
tan, elegant throat, and then down her sternum, between her beautiful breasts, lingering for a
moment on the surprising delicate skin of her tummy. Kim kissed
gently around, and twirled her wet tongue in the other
girl's belly
button.
"I won't be as good as you were," Kim
warned, her voice soft and shy. "I don't really know
what I'm
doing."
Andrea pressed her head lower, towards her own, probably very needy
womanhood. "Kimmie, if you love my body as much as you
love the rest of me, I have no doubt you
will be
perfect."
"Oh, Andrea," Kim moaned, nuzzling her lover's fragrant lap
through her
skirt.
"I told you you would
be saying that again tonight," Andrea giggled, reaching down to
unfasten her
skirt.
"Not just tonight, I'm sure," Kim added, pulling
the skirt down. Andrea's panties were black silk, but even so
it was apparent how wet she was. Kim first rolled her black stockings down, and
then eased the panties down. Unlike herself, Andrea was shaved. Kim
caressed the girl’s smooth mound with almost worshipful adoration. "So
beautiful," she
gushed.
Andrea smiled and squirmed, anticipating what
was to
come.
Kim did not make her wait long. Gently, she
pulled the blonde's leg's further apart and then crouched between
them, feeling a gentle breeze pick up and tease their naked
flesh. She spread her hands on either side of Andrea's vulva, her red nails startling
against the tan skin even in moon and starlight. She then
eased both thumbs down the other girl's crease, slowly pulling
her labia
apart.
The sight of Andrea's womanhood,
rent open like that, was almost beautiful enough to bring
tears to Kim's eyes. Complex shades of brown, cream, and pink.
Textured patterns ranging from rough to smooth, multi-faceted to simplistic, gently soft to obscenely slick.
Her depths were magenta with excitement. Her abdomen rose and fell
with increasingly strained breaths, and Kim could see her womanhood
pulsing with
anticipation.
Rotating her head
a little, Kim opened her lips and pressed her mouth against her
girlfriend's hot, aching need. Andrea squirmed under her immediately, and she
raised her hips with arousal. Kim smiled and slid her
tongue down into the seat of Andrea's sex. They both
moaned as Kim's tongue moved top to bottom, side to side,
exploring the shape of Andrea. The taste was complex like her own, but it was
not the same. There were subtle differences that made it intriguing,
compelling. She could feel walls swelling around her tongue, and
fluids swirling
about.
Andrea clutched at Kim's head, her breath
sharp through her clenched teeth. Her hips rocked as she continuously
humped gently against her lover's face. Kim's long tongue arched up inside Andrea, looking for
her cervix. When she found it she began slowly stroking at
the blonde's g-spot with as much wet pressure as her
tongue could
exert.
"Kimmie . . . " Andrea hissed, writhing
in tense
pleasure.
A complete virgin, Kim didn't have the discipline yet
for foreplay or teasing, nor for prolonged execution of an
arousing technique. Before long her mouthwork lost precision and picked up
aggression. Soon she was sucking and eating with abandon. The more aggressive she became, the
more excited Andrea's response was. The more aroused Andrea became, the
stronger her taste and her smell became, driving Kim to
even further
passion.
Kim was caught off guard by Andrea's first orgasm, as
the delicious womanhood suddenly quivered under her face. Once she realized what was going on,
she replaced her tongue with two fingers and began stabbing her
g-spot through a series of ever-tenser climaxes, while her mouth
bathed Andrea's
clitoris.
Every subsequent climax was announced by a shriek
that echoed across the pasture. Andrea could take a lot
more of them than Kim could. After several, she was shaking,
and thrashing about, screaming obscenities before in between climaxes. The feeling of giving the woman
she loved such intense, overwhelming pleasure, was incredible for Kim, and
she found herself crying with love and pride as she
ravaged her
lover.
Andrea's breathing became increasingly shallow, and soon she
was almost constantly yelping. Kim could see that she was growing
light-headed, but Andrea begged her not to stop. Not yet.
So Kim
didn't.
Then suddenly, Andrea lunched for Kim. "Give
me your
pussy!"
Kim began to move up towards her
mouth in
compliance.
Andrea
stopped her. "No. Fuck me, Kimmie. Fuck me with your
pussy! Please!
Please!"
"I don't . . . "
Kim didn't
understand.
"Get on your side," Andrea panted. "Slide it
up against
me."
And so the two girls worked their way into a
scissors position with the hot blonde on her back and the cute, tall
brunette on her side. Kim had absolutely no idea what she was
doing,
but she moved and thrust as best she
could figure out. Andrea called on her experience with men and soon
had the right angle and the right motion, so that their
wet, well-used pussies were grinding against one another. The direct
stimulation, of labia rubbing labia, lips interlocking with and flipping
other lips as they bumped and slid against one another was
amazing. Even more incredible, Andrea's control of her body was so precise that she was
able to essentially press her clit into Kim's, and pound and
flick them to a simultaneous orgasm that nearly caused her
to pass
out.
The two collapsed, as they were, soaked and
saturated, their bodies sore and spent. The blanket on which they
lay was drenched with their sweat and spilled fluids. The moon and stars shone down
on their bodies. The breeze caressed their skin gently. And they
began drifting off to sleep, completely naked, legs intertwined, womanhood
pressed against
womanhood.
"I love you, Kimmie," Andrea murmured. "I love you so
much that the only way I can stop my heart from
bursting is to give you as much of the love
as I
can."
Kim smiled, her cheeks
dimpling. "I love you, too, Andrea. I hope that I can
make you feel even a little as good as you
make me
feel."
And then they slept.
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"Kim and
Andrea"
A Romantic Erotica
by Alice Shayne
Copyright, 2010
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