Jo's delicate fingertips lingered for a long moment on Allison's lips, and Allison felt as though the other girl were "staring" at them, fixing their shape in her mind, so that she would know them as well as she might know her own. Perhaps Jo would always remember that shape, that softness, and that would become her mental image of what Allison "looked" like to her. Allison found herself hoping that she would. She even kissed Jo's fingertips slightly.
The fingers pulled away, and Allison wondered if she had gone too far. Then the touch returned, even lighter than before, barely even there. It was a moment before Allison realized that what she felt were not fingertips, but Jo's own lips on hers.
Momentarily stunned, Allison froze in place and made no move to either deepen the kiss or push Jo away. If it had been any of the other girls, she would have leaped back and demanded an explanation at least. But not with Jo. Her touch was welcome, perhaps because she needed to touch in order to know other people. The idea that the feel of Allison's lips was so irresistible to her suddenly filled the black girl with desire to give Jo all she wanted.
Allison put her arms around the other girl and drew her closer, turning the touch of lips into a true kiss. Jo shivered at the sensation, but welcomed the embrace. Her lips parted slightly under Allison's, and their mouths slowly opened against each other. A soft, wet tongue slid slowly into Allison's mouth, and she caressed it gently with her own. She was suddenly very much aware of her naked breasts pressing into Jo's body, and how exciting it was to feel Jo's firm mounds pressing back, with only a thin cotton T-shirt between them. Her hands slid down and began to slide the shirt off.
Jo pulled away slightly, not breaking the contact of their lips. "What are we doing, Allison?" she whispered.
"Whatever it is," Allison breathed, "I want more."
"Are you sure?" Jo asked.
Allison didn't trust herself to answer, but instead sealed their lips together again and pulled Jo into a close embrace. The girls kissed hotly for long minutes, hand stroking up and down each other's bodies, lying down side by side on the bed. Finally, Allison pulled away.
"If you don't make love to me right now," she said, "I'll never speak to you again."
"I thought you said you weren't a lesbian," Jo teased, her fingers brushing Allison's breasts.
Allison smiled, knowing the other girl would hear it in her voice even if she couldn't see it. "Lover, I am tonight." |