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“Here we go!” said Susan, leading Christine, laughing, by the hand. Christine half-stumbled and half-ran into the candle-lit room, pulled along by Susan, then spun around with her arms out, her warm, feminine laughter filling the space and blending with the flickering candlelight, lifting and lightening everything around them. She looked beautiful, flushed and happy. Susan would never admit it, but she enjoyed it when Christine was happy. They had been drinking wine and telling dirty jokes.

"Did you go for dinner with that guy?” Susan asked and sit in front of Christine.
"Dinner? Who would want to eat dinner with me? Nah, he suddenly texted me that he can't make it tonight. Maybe I can charm him if I lose a few pounds by then."
“You already look amazing, why would you need to lose a few pounds?"
"Of course, I don't need to charm you, Sue.” she says.
Her eyes are opened and Susan can feel herself slightly blushing. Christine doesn't normally look straight at Susan.
"Just relax" Susan says. "If you want, I can give you a facial massage to put you in a better mood."
Christine suddenly stops Susan’s hand and leans in quite close to her face.
"What do you think? Do I look terribly ugly without makeup?" she asks Susan.
"You look beautiful without it" Susan says without thinking, then look down. To her surprise, Christine doesn't move.
"I just can't figure you out" she sighs, then puts a loose strand of Susan’s hair behind her ear. Her touch is electrifying.
"What do you mean?" Susan asked and hold her breath back as Christine’s fingers slide down her neck, across her shoulder, then down her arm. Christine rests her hand on Susan’s thigh. Even through her jeans, her touch sends shivers through Susan’s body.
For a few seconds Christine looked into Susan’s eyes, maybe to see her reaction. It felt like eternity to her as Susan felt like she was melting under her gaze. She slowly moved her fingers across Susan’s thigh and towards her crotch.
"Do you like me?" Christine whispers and unbuttons Susan’s jeans.
Susan instantly lean in to kiss her as a response. She didn’t know what her reaction will be or what will happen to them after all this, but she did not care. At this moment, she felt like she was in heaven, her dry lips on Christine’s soft ones. She kissed her deeply, expertly, then pulled back. As Susan let out a little sad noise and chased her lips, she said “Let me take care of you, honey. Will you let me do that?” 
There was a light in Christine’s eyes, and a hunger. She began to babble, sincerely, “Um yes, I think I’d like that very much! I mean, if you wanted to. Want to. I mean yes, let’s.” Susan kissed her. “Let’s do that,” Susan continued, quieter. She kissed her again. Softly, “Please.” 
Christine hummed some little hot, drawn-out noise as Susan kissed her and steered them over to the bed and set her down on the end. The height of this bed was just perfect for Susan to work either on her feet in heels or on her knees, and she gently pushed Christine’s knees apart and stepped between them, closing the space between their bodies. She pushed her fingers back into Christine’s long, soft hair and gently tugged to lift her chin, then moved her mouth to her neck. Susan laid a line of kisses gently beneath Christine’s jaw, sucked harder at her neck beneath the pivot, then moved her mouth up over Christine’s ear, brushing it with her lips and letting her hot breath roll over it. She felt Christine arch her back and press her chest upward as she gasped at the sensation, and Susan brought a hand down Christine’s neck and cupped a soft breast through the diaphanous fabric of her gown. She kept kissing her neck as she found Christine’s nipple and rolled it with her thumb, pressing gently and squeezing the round weight of her breast. 
“Sue,” breathed Christine, excited and a little desperate, “more.” That Susan could do. This was moving fast, but she saw no reason to dick around. She found the tie that held Christine’s gown closed at her side and deftly unfastened it before reaching to the other side of her waist and slipping that tie loose, too. She smirked to herself. Of course she had prepared for this. She slid Christine’s gown down her shoulders and over her arms, held it down to the bed so Christine could lift her hands free of the sleeves, and was thrilled when those hands then grabbed her around her waist and pulled her in, tight. Christine was kissing Susan, now, kissing her crazy, like she wanted her, and Susan couldn’t help herself; she bucked against Christine’s hips, once, flush against the edge of the bed. Up against her hips, Christine’s long torso stretched out before her, her bare, pale neck and her soft blonde hair spread out around her and her mouth open with a little moan… Susan thrust her pelvis up against Christine where she knew her clit must be hard, holding her hips and rocking up into her, giving her friction and pressure. 
Christine squirmed and pushed back against Susan’s pelvis. She liked this, Susan mused, an awful lot. It was hot as fuck, but she had other things that she wanted to do to Christine. Susan rocked their hips together and thrust up against Christine until she started to claw and grab at the sheets. Stilling, she kept the firm pressure of her hands on Christine’s body, moving them across her hips and over her stomach, and reaching up to cup and gently squeeze those beautiful breasts. Leaning over Christine, she rubbed her nipples through the sheer fabric, teasing her fingertips in circles over them and rolling them gently. Christine writhed under her hands and bit her lip, and Susan pushed the edge of her camisole up, kissing her stomach and up her ribs. Christine sat up and pulled her camisole off over her head. Helpful , Susan thought. She took the back of her head in her hands and kissed her thoroughly. Susan began heading south again, wanting to get her mouth on those nipples finally, but Christine stopped her with hands to her shoulders. 
“Susan,” said Christine, urgently, “will you take off your t-shirt? Please?” 
And well fuck. Of course she would. She would take off more than that.   
Susan reached behind her neck and took off her t-shirt. Christine’s eyes were wide, and Susan gave her a wry grin and arched an eyebrow, then shed her black lace bra and panties as well. She reached up into her hair and pulled out a long pin and shook her hair out as it fell in waves over her shoulders.
Christine’s mouth was open a bit now, and Susan stepped forward and thumbed her lower lip. She cupped her head gently and kissed her sensually, opening her up, petting her tongue with her tongue. When she drew back, Christine panted softly, her eyes blown wide with desire. Christine’s hands found her stomach, touching tentatively, almost tickling, moving upward. Susan grinned and gently took Christine’s hands, guiding them up to her breasts, pushing herself into her palms, letting Christine really feel. 
“Christine” she asked, “have you ever been with a woman before?” 
Susan tried not to roll her eyes back as Christine kneaded and rubbed her breasts; she leaned into the touch. God, she was so hard. And wet. But mostly hard. No one took women’s erections seriously, but they were fucking real, and Susan could feel hers inside and out, so strong that it ached. 
Christine finally spoke. “Well, no.”
Susan climbed up on the bed, straddling Christine’s lap and kneeling over her, and pressed Christine’s head to her chest, breathed in the smell of her hair which… of course, flowers. 
“Are you sure you want this?” Susan had to ask. 
Christine shuddered, wrapped her arms around Susan. “Yes…. please.” 
“Come up here with me, beautiful.”   
Susan helped Christine back up onto the bed, laid her down with her head on a pillow, and settled right on top of her, blanketing her body. She ran her hands up her arms, let her feel her skin on hers as much as possible, her weight warm and settling. She lifted up a little, pinned Christine’s arms at her sides while she kissed and nibbled along her collarbone, then let them go. Christine tangled her hands in Susan’s thick hair. Susan took a nipple into her mouth, rolling it between her lips and sucking it stiff, then tonguing it in circles until Christine’s hips bucked up into her.

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“Oh, that’s so good,” she said and Susan moved to the other nipple. This one was already hard for her, a beautiful deep pink, like a rose. Like this woman was a goddamned magical creature. She wasn’t complaining. She licked and sucked and tongued her nipple until Christine moaned, her hips moving in little circles, then shifted her weight to her knees, placed one between Christine’s knees, and reached her hand down to her cunt. 
Christine was wet, and warm, and open, and slick. Susan didn’t have to try to open her up; she was ready and it was perfect. She pressed her hand down the length of Christine’s cunt, gently cupping the curve of her ass with her fingers and coating the heel of her hand with slick, before drawing it up, stroking her smoothe, swollen inner labia and then gliding down to slide her two long middle fingers deep inside her. 
Christine moaned out a soft “ahhhhh,” and Susan angled up to kiss her as Christine hooked her leg up around Susan’s hip. She curled her fingers forward, rubbing in and out over the back of Christine’s pubic bone, fucking into her gently but firmly, up and back, kissing her and rocking her on the slick heel of her hand. 
And oh , this was nice. She hadn’t been with a woman in a while, and she loved this, the power of fucking her just right on her hand; of building up her pleasure and feeling her chase it and responding to her; of giving her what she needed. Christine was so, so responsive and so refreshingly open and unashamed and so… beautiful. 
Susan pressed her curled fingers harder as she rocked, and Christine gasped and shouted in surprise, “Oh! Sue That’s, mmmm… Oh!” 
Susan had eased her fingers most of the way out and was rubbing her with more of her hand. She raised up on her outside knee and pressed the thigh between Christine’s legs against her hand, hooking her fingers only lightly inside Christine, then lowered her body and used her weight to push her hand against Christine’s clit, stroking up hard and firm as they rocked together in rhythm, breathing and panting and hot against each other, over and over and over as Christine moaned and gasped into the air above them. 
This was fucking hot. Susan was very happy with the way this felt and the way Christine was responding to her, but she wasn’t about to let her come like this. Christine had probably never been properly laid in her life. There was more to do. 
Susan drew her thigh back, gently pulled her hand away, and kissed Christine on the forehead as she whimpered a small protest. She kissed her lips, her throat, her chest, her navel, and sucked on her hip bones, sliding down and positioning herself between her legs. Susan kissed her slowly until she felt her relax. Then she smiled at Christine, a genuine smile, and hummed, gliding back down and lifting her legs, taking her gently in her mouth.   
She lapped at her tenderly, tasting her juices, smelling the soft, musky scent of her. She tasted a little like honeydew melon; she was hot and swollen and reaching, yearning to be touched more. 
Susan cupped her top lip above Christine’s swollen clit and gently sucked, then pushed her tongue deep inside her. She pressed against her and licked up, thick and firm with her whole tongue, over her inner labia and against the underside of her clit. She circled her clit with her tongue and licked up the length of her again, feeling her push and arch up. Oh, this was really nice. 
Susan moaned a little to herself as she licked and sucked and kissed, and she slid the tips of her two fingers back inside, just a little ways, to give Christine some pressure there as she went. Christine rolled her hips. She bucked a little under Susan’s mouth and hand, and Susan followed her motion, responding, taking in her moans and gasps and the wonderful taste and heat of her. 
Susan arched her back and pressed her hips high up off of the bed, her knees apart as she licked firm stripes up Christine’s velvety labia. She could barely help it, she was so goddamned turned on, and she heard Christine gasp. 
“Oh. my god, SUSAN .” 
Finally, Christine’s breath caught in her chest, her hips stiffened and her clit swelled even more, thrusting into Susan’s mouth, and Susan pressed and licked and hummed against her as she shouted, nonsense and curses and Susan’s name, coming wildly and bucking all over the bed. Susan felt Christine’s muscles clench and pulse around her fingers and she let her ride them, rolling her through her release until she was done and spent, panting and shaking with little aftershocks on the bed. 
Susan kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and pulled Christine’s head sideways against her shoulder. 
“Shhh,” she said, rubbing Christine’s soft hair, and she reached across her and grabbed the edge off the bedspread, pulling it over Christine and holding her tight. 
“Susan” said Christine, when she had settled some, “that was… I didn’t even… I didn’t even know…” And Susan felt a tenderness, like she was almost intruding, but she didn’t brush it off. She just held Christine on top of her bed, folded under her blanket, stunned, a little bit, herself.