Oh!
By Char Hall
(drakkar@rogers.com)

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The kiss, this time, felt different. It had more longing, less forgiveness–a raw urgency. One hand entangled obsessively in the blondes hair, Dana pressed her against the wall. She delicately ran her hand up her side, barely touching the fabric of the shirt but sending it whispering against flesh. A moan escaped the blondes mouth, shivering against Danas lips.

Under cover of the pitch black hallway, Dana felt emboldened. She ran her tongue along plump, moistened lips and slowly withdrew her touch. Danas hands coursed down the blondes chest, slowly across the flat of her belly, feeling for the hem of her shirt. She immediately lifted, drawing the shirt up over her lovers head. She trailed kisses as she went, inciting short gasps of breath from the woman before her.

Danas arm encircled the blondes slim waist and her lithe fingers found the clasp of the lace bra, deftly undoing it as she used her other hand to draw it down and away. Dana was glad she couldnt see the expression on the womans face, afraid that she would lose her nerve. She listened to heightened breathing, determined that what she was doing was okay, and lowered her head to suck one stiff nipple into her mouth.

She heard a whisper, something unintelligible. Ignoring it, she tenderly raked her teeth across the flesh of a nipple, felt her lover buck against her, twisting from pleasure. She kissed and nipped her way across the womans chest, finding the other nipple erect and waiting impatiently for attention. As her mouth worked, so did her hands. She popped the button on the blondes jeans, and slid them down so that they hung from her hips.

At this point, her lover lifted her hands and caught Danas head between them, pulling her up for a searing, moist kiss. As their tongues darted and fought with heated passion, Dana pushed against her lover, pinning her to the wall. She brought her knee up and forced her legs apart. Dana broke off the kiss. She trailed her tongue from her lovers earlobe, down her neck, while her hands fought to push the jeans down further. She slipped a hand over the taut flesh of her lovers stomach, down until she felt soft curls and hot moisture.

Now that she had come this far, Dana couldnt stop herself. She slipped first one, then two fingers inside. A gasp forced from the blonde and Dana sucked in a sharp breath as she began to slide her fingers in and out–slowly, at first, and then building in urgency. She used her thumb to stimulate her lovers *****, feeling it stiffen and swell with each circling motion.

The blonde thrust her hips against Dana, struggling to take control of the rhythm, but Dana shifted her shoulder and more of her own body to keep her lover motionless. She slowed the movement of her hand, teasingly pulled out and waited for the whimper of desire for release before plunging in again. The blondes hands found Danas hips and she tried to make Dana move against her, but the tennis player held fast. She felt her own body responding in desperation, but refused herself the pleasure. This time it wasnt for her. She needed to express her feelings. Needed to show her lover just what she felt. Physical expression worked best for Dana, because words often failed her.

With her forehead pressed against the wall, Dana brought her lover to the brink and felt the shudder of the blondes body and the low, guttural, almost animalistic groan of her intense release. She smiled then, closed her eyes and kissed sweat drenched locks of hair and held the woman tightly in her arms.

She sensed a light being turned on, felt the glow on her closed lids. And then she heard the voice.

Tina, who was–Oh!

Danas eyes flew open and she regarded her lover. She felt sick to her stomach at the unexpected face she saw before her. Tina looked stricken as she helped Dana withdraw her hand, and then gently pushed the tennis player out of the way. Dana looked behind her in time to see the hurt expression on Alices face, just as she turned her back on them.

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