Drip Drip Drip

She is firm, toned. Undressing her was exquisite. Each layer revealing more of her until that final removal of her panties. She lies there warm, sensuous yet apprehensive. She already feels instinctively that this will be more than masturbation.  Her attention turns to me. She undresses me with equal care and slowness. When I too am naked, I feel her touching me lightly....my tummy.....my breasts....my thighs. Do I let her explore me, or should I take the lead? I decide to let her explore for as long as she wants.  She kisses me, long and deeply. Her hand cups my boob. I squirm involuntarily. Having my boob cupped like this sends little jolts to my clit. She's whispering something. Damn....I missed it. I ask her to repeat herself. "Sometimes, when I......(she means play with herself)....I like to be.....vulgar." Permission, then? I tell her that this is for her. We will do everything she wants. As much, or as little. This is about her pleasure, not mine. Somehow I know that mine will follow hers.  "I love the feel of your tits." I can tell by her breathy whispering, and the hesitancy within it that she is testing the waters. Not only mine, but how far she can go herself along the road of what I have no doubt is obscenities. I place my hand on hers and gently move it down over my flat belly to my hairless mound. She had stared wide eyed at that when she took my panties off. "Oh wow!" She herself still has the hair that puberty bestowed on her, and I must say, it looks rather sweet.  I ask her. "Tell me. Where are your fingers now?" She looks down. "They're on your.....pussy." "No. You can do better than that. Just let go. Trust yourself. Trust me." She pauses, her middle finger is between my lips and on my clit and I ache to have her fingers inside me. I feel each exquisite movement. "I'm.....I'm touching....your cunt." I feel a slight shudder travel through her as she says the word. "Your beautiful, smooth, wet cunt." I didn't ask. Neither did she. Nor was I aware of the transition of her head from next to mine to my lower belly, but she has kissed her way down. Down,down,down, and is now almost at the spot. Almost. Not quite. I spread my legs for her. She kisses my cunt. Once. Twice. Hesitantly at first then more avidly. "You taste fabulous!" The words are torn from her. "Am I doing this right?" I tell her to do to me what she would like done to her. I feel her tongue tracing over my clit, dancing, circling, sucking, driving me wild. I feel such emptiness within me and I literally ache to be filled. Ache. As if she has read my mind, she slips two fingers inside me and curls them around before finger fucking me with deliberate slow intensity. I cum quickly and heavily. I'm being finger fucked and sucked by a virgin. I try not to squirt. I don't want to scare her off, but despite myself it's a battle that is lost before the first shot is fired. I feel myself pulse and....... And she doesn't move. I feel some of it splatter on my leg, but she stays, resolute to her task. When she lifts her face, is glistens and I grin and mouth a silent "sorry". She, her fingers still inside me, says, "I thought you'd pissed." I hasten to assure her that no, it's not pee it's...."I wouldn't have minded if you'd peed. Sometimes, I think about watching another girl pee when I...." even now, she still can't quite say it.  She lies back beside me, and we kiss and cuddle for a while. We both know what must come next, but neither wants to initiate it. Then, I feel the most subtle pressure against my leg. It is so light, so delicate that I wonder if it is there, but yes, another comes, ever so slightly more intense and so..... I roll her gently onto her back. Her firm boobs don't even move. Whether held in place by their youthful firmness or her arousal I don't know...probably both. I take an age to kiss down that perfect body. She copies me by spreading her legs long before I have got there. I feel her tummy muscles. There is no overlying fat. She is at that perfect stage. Her puppy fat has gone and what remains is pure woman. Finally, I reach her pubes. I haven't had to navigate pubic hair for a long time. It smells, as expected of woman, slightly fusty, sweetly tangled. Thin, light, beautiful. Her scent drives me wild. I want to spread her...bury myself inside her, I want to make love to her....no...I want to shag her, fuck her, screw her....make her scream. But no....this requires....finesse. I gently part her womanhood, and there, within, lies the pearl of her innocence. Just visible, her hymen glistens invitingly. I kiss her clit, savouring the tangy, slightly salty taste of her sex. She moans, and a heartfelt, whispered, "Fuck me," dances in the air. Carefully, oh so carefully I press my finger against her flower. It yields softly, but doesn't tear. "No," she whispers. "Fuck me. I want....I want to lose it to you."  Even as I kiss her, I am kneeling, my thighs spread. I push two fingers up myself ensuring they are lubricated as much as is humanly possible. Not for a second does my tongue leave her clit. Glistening with moisture, I ease two fingers back to her cherry. There is more resistance now as there would inevitably be. I notice her hips gyrating. She is close, I think. "Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me." I wait until the first contraction of orgasm before pushing firmly. Let the pain help her cum. She yelps, and the air fills with obscenities as her orgasm courses through her. There is a little blood, but nothing much. I lick it off my fingers and off her labia. I find her g-spot and press with each wave. She grabs my hair and pulls. But not so hard as to pull me from her cunt.  Its an hour later. We lie in each other's arms. "So. I'm not a virgin anymore." It's a statement, not a question. "No. You're not. Was it....was I...?" She looks up at me and smiles. "You were perfect."  There is more. Oh, so much more. That hazy afternoon, we did everything two girls can do. I showed her things as yet unthought of. She was a willing participant in the....in the what? Depravity? Certainly, there was some of that. In the love making? Yes, that too. If I close my eyes, I can recapture the moment when my finger slipped up her bum. The surprised look on her face in which I saw the battle of convention and desire, with desire winning out as she pressed firmly downwards to take my entire finger, then another up her bum.  And afterwards, in the shower we showered, making ourselves presentable to a world in which few could comprehend the intimacy that is sex between two girls.