“God, your ***** are gorgeous."   Gail stared down at them and licked her lips.  Bette pulled her from the chair onto the floor.  They were a few feet from the softer rug in from the fireplace, but the flesh wasn’t willing to take those few steps.  The two women fell onto the hardwood floor with Gail landing on top of Bette.  As they kissed, Bette quickly unbuttoned Gail’s pink button down shirt, once open, she left it on her, the soft fabric of the front panels dancing lightly against Bette’s skin.  Her hands sneaked between them and for the first time in her life she held another woman’s ***** in her hands.  “Uuuh.”  Bette’s head was virtually spinning; she was so light-headed as all blood rushed to one spot and one spot only.  Gail’s head bent as her body moved down Bette’s.  Her eyes closed as her hand wrapped around the outside of Bette’s breast and her mouth lowered to take it into her mouth.   “Oh, ***** *****,” Bette cried as her body began to move under Gail’s.  Bette’s hands flew into Gail’s hair, her fingers grasping and slipping through the strands, at once holding her in place and encouraging her to continue.  Bette never knew all of the ways a woman’s ***** could be loved.  Ash and her high school and college boyfriends had always sort of played with her nipples like they were tuning the car radio.  It felt okay until it became annoying.  Gail on the other hand used a technique that was knowing and electrifying.  While her mouth was focused on one breast, her hand caressed the other.  Her hand pulled and squeezed, rubbed, and pinched.  Her mouth soothed with long, easy tongue swirls and gentle sucking, then became intentionally flame-inducing when she tenderly bit down, sucking more of her breast into her mouth, practically swallowing it.  Bette groaned loudly and discovered that the most she could do was to tilt her head back and grin at the overpowering sensations.  Her hands ran up Gail’s back and torso, loving the feel of the inward curve of waist and the womanly shape of hips.  She could feel Gail’s rigid nipples and the weight of her large ***** bump and slide across her abdomen and she wanted them in her mouth.  Bette pulled her up and Gail gazed at her before lowering her ***** to Bette’s welcoming lips.  She gasped.  She hadn’t expected that this act would seem so right to her.  Her lips closed around the hard pink point while her hands played with both *****.  What she was doing must have felt very good to Gail, too because without realizing it, she was pressing down, her thigh rubbing against Bette’s center, the seam of Bette’s jeans providing more pressure against her throbbing clitoris.  Bette, unceremoniously and eagerly, pushed Gail off of her.  She sat up and unbuttoned her 501s, pulling them down quickly, trying to get them off in spite of her Topsider boat shoes that prevented easy removal.  Gail watched her with amusement, but Bette looked at her seriously and said, “Take your clothes off.  Take ‘em off.”