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wanted me. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, filling it and retreating and rubbing and sliding along my own until it became a form of sex all on its own. But even that didn’t seem to be enough.
    With a desperate moan she pressed me backwards onto the grass. My skirt rode up my legs as she spread them with her body. Even though the clothes I could feel her firm breasts press against me and brush my own. It was my turn to moan into her mouth and arch my back, desperate for more contact. Her hands slid down my neck and over my shoulders, finally sliding over the mounds of my breasts. The nipples stiffened under her hands and I moaned again.
    She squeezed her hands around my breasts and when she was rewarded with another arch and moan she moved her hands down and started pulling at my shirt. I helped her eagerly. I was wet and throbbing between my legs and my breasts were aching with the need to be touched. I lay for a moment in the grass in my bra and skirt with her gazing down at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world and smiled. This was not really how I had ever imagined my first experience but there was something perfectly right about it.
    Elise slid her hands behind me to unfasten my bra and I reached up to unbutton her shirt. She wore no bra, just a thin cotton undershirt. The nipples were stiff against the fabric. My own bra unsnapped and my breasts were spilled free into the sunshine. The look in Elise’s eyes was a hunger that was close to pain. She helped me free her of her shirt and undershirt. Her breasts were beautiful, small and firm with rose pink nipples.
    I raised my upper body up from the ground and closed my lips over one pale pink nipple, sucking lightly. Elise’s fingers plunged into my hair and she made an almost animal noise. I drew my teeth lightly down her nipple even as I cupped her breasts in my hands. Her hands closed back over my bare breasts in a grip so tight that it was just this side of painful. That tore my mouth free of her breast and made me arch and cry out. As I did, our breasts brushed against each other and an almost electric sensation shot through my belly and centered itself between my legs. It felt like the delicate muscles there were clenching and unclenching and I suddenly knew that if she didn’t touch me I would begin to hurt.
    “Please,” I moaned, “please touch me.” The grin she gave me was fierce, almost a bearing of teeth. She skimmed her fingertips down over my ribs and hips until she found the zipper at the side of my skirt. The skirt followed the shirt and the lace thong followed behind it. I was left naked in the sun with the grass cushioning and tickling the back of my body. “Spread your legs for me,” she said hoarsely, “and let me see you.” I did, suddenly feeling a little shy.
    “So beautiful,” Elise whispered, “soft and perfectly pink with all the petals glistening.” She leaned forward and kissed me fiercely before whispering against my lips. “I like that you are wet. I love knowing that when I touch you, slide my fingers over you, inside you, you will be slick and hot and that it is just for me, just because of me. I’m going to make you come and I’m going to get off on knowing that you are coming for me.”
    “You sure do have a good grasp of modern language,” I gasped, feeling stupid even as I said it. “I’ve been here for a long time, waiting for a moment like this.” I smiled up at her. “I’m glad I could be part of your moment.” I reached for the fastenings on her skirt. When she was as bare to the air as I was she stretched back out on top of me and kissed me again. I wrapped my legs around her waist and ground the slick throbbing center of myself against her belly.
    When we broke the kiss, both of us were panting. With a dark, knowing look she slid down and placed an open mouthed kiss against the bottom of my belly right above the strip of hair that was all I left. With the tip of one finger she traced the