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Her trembling hand stopped just inches away from Trisha's arm, as Trisha continued to cry. Lisa thought to herself that she could not possibly allow herself to make Trisha feel this way, after the wonderful way Trisha had made her feel. Gently, timidly, she touched Trisha's arm.
Trisha looked up in surprise. Through her tears, she saw Lisa sitting on the massage table, looking at her with real concern. Her eyes slowly went to her arm, and she saw Lisa's hand resting gently there. Confused now, and a bit angry at herself for allowing anything like this to happen, she brushed Lisa's hand away. She started to snap at her, transferring her anger at herself towards Lisa. Much like Lisa had acted towards her previously, if she had stopped to think about it.
Then she saw the shocked, hurt look on Lisa's face, and she knew it had been caused by her pushing Lisa's hand away. Tears welled in Lisa's eyes. Trisha couldn't help breaking into tears again either.
Without either of them knowing how, they found themselves in each others arms. As their tears subsided, and they became aware of their embrace, they found themselves giggling nervously amid the remaining sobs. As they blinked away the last of the tears, they looked silently into each other's eyes, each of them seeing the caring, the tenderness, the desire in the other. Very softly, very slowly, very gently, their lips met.
Brushing their lips together uncertainly, they felt the anger, the pent-up feelings of frustration slowly melting away. Each in her own way felt a sense of surrender, of giving herself to the other. As the kiss progressed, it went, without either of them conciously aware of it, from barely-touching lips, to more firm contact, to slightly-parted lips sensing, for the first time, the touch of another woman's tongue.
Lost in these new sensations, they were almost unaware that they were now locked in a passionate, desperate, open-mouth kiss. Holding each other as if life itself depended on it, they kissed, long and hard.
Eventually, gasping for air, they paused, and looked at each other as if for the first time. Silent, not knowing what to say or what to do, they looked at each other, feeling the stirrings inside them, knowing now what they meant but not how to respond to them.
Surprisingly, it was Lisa who spoke first. In an unsteady voice, almost a whisper, she said "Thank you. I never dreamed I could feel as good as you've made me feel tonight." She leaned over and kissed Trisha again, lightly, almost playfully.
Trisha looked deep into her eyes, not wanting to push too far again. She waited to see if Lisa would continue. She did.
"Do you remember asking me if I wanted you to massage someplace you hadn't yet?" Trisha blinked, surprised, and nodded.
Lisa lay back on the massage table and spread her legs.
"Please?"
Trisha's heart stopped. She knew for a fact she had died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation for this sweet young girl to now be giving herself so freely to her. And, she knew as well, she would soon give herself to Lisa just as willingly.
Trisha knelt on the table beside Lisa. Lisa looked up at her, smiling gently, her body quivering with expectation. Trisha's eyes travelled up and down Lisa, taking in the wonderful sight of her nude body, her erect nipples, the sheen of the oil covering her smooth skin. She reached down and placed her hands, gently, on the inside of Lisa's thighs.
She paused. "Lisa, please. I don't want to do this if you don't want me to. Please tell me to stop if you change your mind."
Lisa smiled at her, completely at ease now. "I'm not going to stop you. I want you to." Her smile widened. "I'm so hot, Trisha."
Trisha laughed. The last of the tension disappeared. From now on, she hoped, nothing would get in the way of their satisfying each other.
She began massaging Lisa's thighs, kneading the muscles, again losing herself in the soft feel of Lisa's skin. Slowly, she worked her hands upwards until she could feel the warmth of Lisa's pussy. Her hands then circled that area, tracing the line of Lisa's pubic hair, around and around.
Her reward was a gasp from Lisa. Looking up quickly, she saw Lisa's eyes closed tight, her fingers digging into the thick padding of the massage table. Lisa's legs moved farther apart, making more room for Trisha to work.
Trisha slid one hand up to Lisa's breasts, and Lisa's head rolled back and forth as the pleasure grew. Trisha's eyes were drawn to her other hand as it continued circling Lisa's pubic hair. Fascinated, she watched it as if it was some totally unfamiliar thing. She watched, transfixed, as the hand slowly moved closer to Lisa's pussy. She watched as one finger tenderly caressed the magic spot it found there. As if in a trance herself, she dimly heard Lisa begin to moan.
Mesmerized, she watched as the hand, seemingly with a mind of it's own, very gently spread Lisa's pussy a bit wider. She felt the moistness on the hand, knew she should try and regain control, but she was still trying to decide if the hand really was hers as one finger slowly disappeared into Lisa's pussy.
The sounds Lisa made snapped Trisha back to reality. She had never before heard the sounds a woman made, not remembering she could make those sounds too. She looked up.
Lisa arched her back, moaning loudly. Trisha, realizing she was the one causing those sounds, made an effort to intensify them. Leaning over, she paused for a second, then quickly kissed Lisa's right nipple.
Lisa shrieked with pleasure. Trisha, elated, firmly attached her mouth to Lisa's breast and began sucking gently. Her other hand continued its internal massage.
Trisha tasted the massage oil, and the scent of it was overpowering as she buried her face between Lisa's breasts. She climbed farther onto the table with Lisa, lost in her passion. She felt her body become slick with the oil, and she hungrily kissed Lisa.
Lisa responded, tasting for herself the sweet massage oil on Trisha's lips. Her arms went around Trisha as the first orgasm washed over her.
Trisha felt Lisa's body shudder, saw the look on Lisa's face, and recognized it for what it was. She had caused that, she thought to herself. She had caused another woman to experience orgasm. That thought excited her like never before.
Trailing her hand down Lisa's body, Trisha moved down on the table until she was kneeling between Lisa's legs. Still not really believing she was doing this, she awkwardly moved closer to Lisa's pussy. Staring at the pink, soaking thing before her, she became aware of Lisa's scent, very strong and very close. Feeling herself becoming more and more aroused, she thought briefly back to her reaction at detecting her own scent, just a short time ago. She smiled as she pictured herself stripping frantically, almost wild with desire. She remembered her hand going between her legs.
She was still smiling as her tongue touched, for the first time, another woman's pussy.
Suddenly, she felt Lisa's hands in her hair, clutching her closer. Not quite knowing what to, Trisha did exactly the right thing. Her probing tongue found Lisa's clit. Lisa was soon groaning in ecstasy.
Trisha learned fast. Again and again, she flicked her tongue across Lisa's clit. She felt Lisa pulling at her hair, her body writhing on the oil- slicked table. Lisa's legs pressed together, forcing Trisha closer.
Not thinking clearly, lost in the heat of the moment, Trisha brought Lisa to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, she noticed Lisa's responses had subsided a bit, as Lisa's energy spent itself under Trisha's tongue.
Slowly, with a few last parting kisses, Trisha removed herself from between Lisa's legs. Her knees weak, she struggled to remain upright on the slippery table. She saw they were both soaked with sweat as well as the oil. Lisa lay limp on the table, slowly moving her head from side to side, moaning softly. Trisha had never felt as fulfilled as she did at that moment.
She remained quiet, watching Lisa recover. After a while, Lisa opened her eyes. Trisha noticed they looked glassy, dazed.
"Oh, God", Lisa said. "Oh, my God."
Trisha slowly moved back up the table. Leaning close to Lisa, their lips met in another tender, loving kiss.
She pulled away, supporting herself with her arms, looking down at Lisa beneath her. Trisha smiled happily.
Lisa looked up at Trisha. The things she had felt... It had been incredible. She had never imagined anything like it. There was no way in the world she could properly thank Trisha, she thought.
Or - was there?