I can’t seem to get her out of my mind.
That night I mean..
It was a bed and breakfast, she was newly 18 and I was 21. It was the first time we were ever alone long enough to admit our feelings to each other.
Parts of it are blurry in my mind but I remember the contrast of her skin on mine and the way that your skin smelled of sandalwood and rain.
We were drenched from the rain and we stripped down to our bra and panties and laid our clothes out to dry over the radiator in the bathroom. We ran back into the room and I brushed her hair out of her eyes catching a droplet of rain that still remained.
She smiled at me shyly but grabbed my hand bringing it close to her lips and kissed away the droplets leaving my skin to shiver anew. I paused and she drew in, lingering just a moment before we tumbled on to the bed.
She seemed much more experienced than I and I clung to her as she kissed me but grew bolder and I blushed under her touch, her love turning me pink, her love turning me inside out and I gasped, crying out for her as she delve deeper pushing away my gentle resistance.
Shadows played over the room and we drew a map of each others bodies though our fingerprints I learned the mysteries of her curves and where her spine dipped, she pressed her body to me in offering.
We became entangled, writhing over the bed covers twisting in ways that would bring us closer to one another, as if trying to fit some sort of puzzle that we couldn’t see.
It was almost as if it were all a dream.
Furniture: Dutchie Adult – Lesbian Guest Room (Full post to come)
Avatars: Doll Coco
Hair: Tableau Viviant @ Collabor88