The Boutique

Sharon's breath was becoming more rapid, her heart galloping madly. Looking to her left, she could see in the mirror how their bodies fitted together, soft flesh and curves pressing against each other. Monica's head dipped down, and the wet warmth of her mouth touched the side of Sharon's neck, soft lips teasing sensuously, seeking the spot where her pulse beat rapidly. Goosebumps were standing out all over Sharon's body, and she leaned a little farther back, deeper into Monica's embrace, and closed her eyes, surrendering control of the situation to the older woman.

Monica was now cupping both Sharon's breasts in her hands, her mouth kissing and sucking gently up and down along the side of her neck. She placed a finger under the girl's jaw, turning her face towards her until she could kiss her. To Sharon, the sensation of the brunette's lips on her own was electrifying. Her experience with kissing was limited to some nervous experimentation with boys at parties, where both they and her was at least slightly inebriated; this was something else entirely. Monica's lips brushed hers lightly once, then again, and again, lingering a little longer each time. The fourth time their lips met, Sharon tilted her head even further back and opened her mouth for Monica. The older woman's tongue slipped inside her mouth, not clumsy like the boys Sharon had kissed, but with purpose and experience.

With their lips locked together, Monica took the blonde girl by her shoulders and turned her around until they were facing each other. Sharon's arms went, a little hesitantly, around her neck, while she put her around the girl's waist, her hands seeking out and finding the clasp to her bra. She pulled away from the blonde long enough for them to catch their breath; her hands ready to slide the lacy garment from Sharon's shoulders. Their eyes met.

Do you want to do this? Monica asked.

Sharon, not trusting her voice, merely nodded. She was relieved, and just a little proud, to notice that Monica's breath was as rapid as her own.