Chapter 6

“May I?” I leaned forward and plucked at one of her sleeves, which brought me closer to her breasts and she put her hand on my shoulder.

“Silk,” I ran my thumb over it.

“Polyester,” she rubbed my shoulder.

“Oh, okay,” I looked up.

“No, this is silk but your blouse is polyester,” she slid her fingers behind my collar, “yeah I could make something like this,” she moved her fingers around to the top button and let them hang for a few moments and then drew her fingers down to the scrollwork.

“The hardest part is this,” she studied it, “you’d have to mark out the design with a chalk pencil and then hand stitch it.”

“Don’t you have to go for a piss?” I looked down at her hands.

“Yeah,” she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed back against me and slid off the sofabed but as she rounded the back of the sofabed she slid her hands through my hair and then exited the room leaving me staring at the blank screen.

“Stick on a tape if you want, I brought some of the ones you taped for me last week. They’re in the overnight bag.”

“Any particular choice?”

“I’ll let you choose,” she smirked and then left the room, leaving me to unzip her bag and take out the tapes she’d brought with her.

I put on a Bob Seger album, Against the Wind and then unsure of my next move I returned to the centre of the bed. I heard her coming back into the room and at first I thought she was going to pass by me but she stopped right behind me and slid her hands through my hair.

“You’ve got such soft hair,” she murmured, “and it’s so thick, you should grow it longer, down to here,” she dropped her hands to my shoulders and pushed her breasts against me. She squeezed my shoulders and massaged them, I leaned forward to give her more room.

She went on a little longer and then came around to the other side of the bed and slid onto it, Anna seemed almost hesitant as she crawled towards me on all fours. I stayed still, almost as if I was the virgin. She had an intense look on her face, like she was focusing on her every move. She rocked forward suddenly and I thought she was going to kiss me but then she moved back and looked sideways. I dropped my right hand from the back of the couch and touched her blouse. Anna’s eyes shifted as I moved upwards, I couldn’t feel her body because the garment was hanging loosely but then I brushed against her breast. I felt the thicker material beneath her blouse and splayed my fingers as I moved over it.

A moment later she darted forward and kissed me quickly. The action took me by surprise and my palm pressed against the top of her breast and stayed there as she pulled away. Anna’s lips parted in a crooked smile and when she leaned forward again it was slower. Our lips were almost touching and I smelled the wine on her breath and felt soft lips pressing against mine. She held them against me and I tilted my head slightly and opened my mouth just a bit and tugged at her lip, and her mouth opened. A few seconds later she broke away and exhaled.

“Women are softer,” I hooked my finger behind a pleat, “more sensitive to touch, we have the same number of nerve endings as the male body but because we’re smaller they’re much closer together,” I slid my thumb and index finger down the pleat.

“We’re also more conscious of the world around us, one of our primary functions is child bearing, it’s hard wired into our brains.”

“Even the lesbian brain?”

“I’m not sure there is a lesbian brain,” I reached the bottom of the blouse and she winced slightly as I tightened my grip and pulled slightly, taking some of the material with me as I made my way back up again, “we’re just women who feel more comfortable doing it with women, but we’re just as maternal and nurturing as straight women.”

She leaned forward again and stared intently into my eyes as I reached the top of her blouse and then she tilted her head to one side and our lips met again. This time she parted her mouth in a full on passionate kiss, she murmured at the same time and pressed harder, working my mouth firmly and yet gently.

“We also love to kiss,” I went on after she broke free, “even if it leads nowhere.”

Anna slid closer and sat on her haunches. I eased my thumb and index finger back downwards again and a smile lit up her face as she glanced down. She slipped her fingers behind my collar and put her thumb on top of it and moved her hand sideways, brushing over the top button. She reached the other side and then repeated the movement. I just let her keep going, I had no idea how far this would go but I sensed she was still teetering on the edge and any sudden movement might trigger the fight or flight syndrome.

Anna moved her other hand and slipped a finger inside the placket and drew her thumb and finger down my front. She rubbed the scrollwork briefly and when she reached my waistband she tugged slightly. A button that was caught behind the trousers popped out suddenly and she looked down. I raised my other hand to attend to her other pleat using the same up and down motion. No words were spoken in all that time, I didn’t dare speak because I was afraid that whatever I said would break this magic.

Time is a thief and years later I still find it hard to remember how long we sat just doing that. I know it was awhile because Long Twin Silver Line was playing.

Anna fingered the top button of my shirt, because it was the only visible button on the front it was a fancier gold button. She undid it and the collar parted, a moment later she smiled as she stroked my throat and neck behind the collar and when she reached the next button I leaned forward. I thought she was going to undo it but then she brought her hands back up to my face and slid them through my hair. Her touch was firmer now as she massaged my scalp and then she leaned forward and after a moment’s hesitation we kissed again. That kiss was just as passionate as the last one and it was the first of several. I couldn’t actually do much more than slide my fingers up and down her pleats because her arms were in the way. When we broke free, her breathing was shallower.

“I love this song,” her fingers dropped to the second button.

“Against the Wind,” I replied as she undid the button.

“An appropriate song tonight,” our eyes met as her hands slipped behind my shirt, the material strained against the third button and I moved from her pleats to her ties, letting the material slide through my fingers on my way up to the knot. I passed over it to her face and cupping it in my hands I moved slowly forward and kissed her again. She pushed against me and responded in kind, working my lips firmly and resolutely.

I moved my hands through her soft, silky hair as I broke free and then kissed her again in a series of soft, passionate kisses. She moaned and drew her hands down my front to my breasts and pushed them upwards and it was my turn to groan. I was beginning to get more aroused but didn’t try to disrobe her just yet. I was just enjoying the moment.

Eventually we broke free to catch our breath. I brought my hands back down to her ties and grabbed them, she brought her fingers back up to my third button and daintily undid it to deepen the vee and at that moment I pulled on the ties. Anna looked down as the bows became smaller and smaller until it was just the knot. I encountered resistance and jerked harder, the ties dropped suddenly and I kissed her again as I undid the knot and drew the ties apart and held them there. When we finally pulled away she looked down at herself.

I stared at the stereo. Bob Seger was singing Fire Lake and I leaned against the back of the sofabed but kept hold of the ties.

“It’s like this,” I stared at her, “I’m not going to sit here and give you all arguments about why we should do it, I’m just not like that. I’m not going to swear undying love because I’ve only known you a few weeks but I’d like to know you better. Those words are used too often by too many people for all the wrong reasons. But if you want a reason to do it the only one I can give you is that you can’t get pregnant and you’ll learn what it’s like to make love to a woman.”

“That’s two reasons,” she rested her hands on her thighs.

“You’re right, it’s two reasons. It won’t even make you gay, one lesbian experience does not make you a lesbian just as making love with a guy for the first time means you’re experienced but after a while you will gain experience. If you’re sleeping with men all the time you’ll be straight but if you are sleeping only with women then I suppose you can identify as a lesbian. In the end it’s about what you want, not what I want or the expectations of society or our peers.”

“I like your logic,” she put her hands on my wrists, “it’s one of the things I noticed first about you, your logical approach. That night on the Black Spur you worked out what might be wrong and when you couldn’t fix it on the spot you came up with a solution,” she raised her hands to the collar and undid the first collar button.

“But if we do it then I want the dildo,” she undid the second collar button, “and this will remain our secret, I’m not saying I don’t love you,” she undid the third collar button to part the collar.

“Right now I don’t know what I want,” dropped her hands to her thighs, “part of me wants to finish bible college because that’s who I am,” she stared past me.

“But if we do it then we do it right,” she looked at me.

“Any preference?” I released the ties and leaned forward.

“You choose and change the tape too, that’s the last song.”

I got off the sofabed and padded through to my bedroom to get a dildo and some oil. She was now sitting in my position with her arms along the top of the sofabed, she was staring at me intently and I tossed the ribbed dildo and the oil onto the bed.

“What’s the oil for?”

“Extra lubrication,” I undid my belt and slid it through the belt loops, “it makes it easier,” I dropped it on the floor. I tugged playfully at my trouser button and she bit her lip in a half smile as I undid it and moved onto the bed. Anna clutched the top of the sofabed as I crawled towards her.

Anna exhaled slowly as I spread my legs to straddle her and bent her knees slightly. I moved my pussy back and forth over her knees, which brought a smile to her face and then I propped on my palms as I came closer.

We were inches from each other’s lips when she moved her hands to my thighs and squeezed them and then we were kissing again, slow, sensuous kisses that sent my mind reeling. She was pushing harder and harder against me, my tongue slid into her mouth and at first she baulked and then her tongue shot inside and the dance of love began in earnest.

Her hands shifted to my crotch, tracing their way down my fly, it was a slow exploratory move but without much direction or purpose. I broke free and guided her hands and Anna began to rub me, the intense look of concentration had returned. I went back to playing with her pleats as we kissed each other and each one took us both further because when she unzipped me and put her hand down over my panties I groaned and exhaled as I broke free.

“You like this?” Anna smiled at me.

She did keep going and I drew my finger up and down her placket but eventually I tugged at the top button, we stopped kissing while I undid the button and stroked my way across the shallow vee. Her movements became measured as she masturbated me. She was starting to find confidence and I just let her keep going as I kept stroking her placket, and when she finally got her hand behind my panties I let out a long purr.

“You found my pussy, she likes to be patted,” I undid the second button and stroked her skin as she rubbed my pussy.

Anna’s breathing became deeper, her sighs more pronounced as I tickled her bare skin with soft spidery movements punctuated with gentle teasing kisses. I undid a third button and the vee became even deeper and I slid my hands under her blouse to the bra straps as I kissed her passionately with a long kiss that left us both breathless and I eased backwards. Her hand slipped out of my panties and she brought her other hand up as well to tickle my belly.

My mouth descended on her throat with soft tender kisses as I danced my fingers up and down the vee, she whimpered softly and her hands fell away as she arched back to look at the ceiling, which exposed her throat to my gentle kissing and stroking. I moved down to the fourth button. It popped loose and she looked down as I parted the blouse to reveal her white bra. She had a pinkish tinge on her front that extended to the top of her breasts, she was breathing deeply as I undid a fifth button to fully expose the bra and part of her belly for my dancing fingertips.

Breasts are very receptive to touch, take it from someone who has two of them! They aren’t lumps of clay to be moulded and some parts are much more tender than others, like our nipples, we like it when someone moves their thumbs over them when we’re wearing a bra. Anna’s whimpers became softer as I massaged her breasts and she responded with her own massage of my much smaller breasts and small breasts are much more easily aroused for obvious reasons.