The girls giggled in mutual understanding.

“So,” Mariel continued, not knowing exactly where this was going, “if you knew how, would you?”

Christina shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe. Depends.”

“On what?”

“On who asked me.”

Mariel rolled over again and raised back up, blue eyes searching hazel.
“If I asked youwould you?” Her heart was hammering with her own
brazenness.

“Do you want to?” Christina whispered, licked her lips. Perspiration damped her hair.

“Do you?”

Christina was silent, her eyes searching Mariel’s face. Mariel leaned
toward her, hesitated, her breath warm and sweet, leaned closer.
Christina leaned in, locking eyes with her best friend.

Two girls, their faces moving closer, stopping, starting, stopping
again. Mariel took a deep breath. “Yes.” Then she waited, to see if
Christina would pull away. She didn’t. She closed the last few inches
between them, in excruciating slowness, swallowed hard, and lightly
laid her lips on her friend’s.

So soft. She was surprised by the sensation. It didn’t feel like what
she’d thought it would feel like, all those hard passionate kisses in
the movies. She didn’t want it to feel that way. She wanted it to feel
just like this. Heaven. Soft lips on soft lips, breath warm, kissing
and releasing and kissing again. And again.

Christina laid down slowly, Mariel followed, still kissing her, moving
one arm on the other side of her friend and resting her weight on her
forearm. Christina brought one arm up, then the other, laid them
lightly around Mariel’s shoulders, hands flat on her back, fingers
rubbing the dampness of her shirt, then pulled her in.

Small breasts touched through thin fabric, nipples flared and hardened
as they continued to kiss, completely lost in the sensation of their
lips touching. Christina was the first to flick her tongue across her
friend’s lips, making them moist before kissing them again, mouth
slightly open and waiting. Mariel slipped her tongue between
Christina’s lips, exploring their softness, their moisture, their heat.
Christina’s tongue met her own and the kiss deepened as they reached
into one another’s mouths, exploring, tasting, each feeling the ripple
of something new in their bellies.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mariel pulled away slightly, now
brushing Christina’s cheek with her fingertips. “You’re so beautiful,”
she whispered. She could see her friend blush, a protest filling her
eyes. “You are. So beautiful,” she insisted.

Christina began to run her fingers lightly up and down Mariel’s back,
going further down with each stroke until the hem of her tee shirt
raised up beneath her fingertips. She rolled it up an inch, enough to
feel Mariel’s skin. Both girls shivered, as she pulled her shirt up a
little more, giving her more skin to explore, between shirt and the
elastic band of Mariel’s panties.

Mariel laid her hand between Christina’s small breasts, eyes wide with
wonder and questioning, eyes darkening and consenting, she felt her
friend’s hard nipples making small tents beneath her shirt. She rubbed
them through the fabric, lowering her mouth to Christina’s again.

Two girls, hands moving furtively in the dark, curtain sighing in and
out with the wind. Hands moving down, from shirts tugged up, across
exposed flesh, belly and back twitching at the sensation, mouths still
locked, tongues dancing.

Mariel ran one finger along the inside of Christina’s waistband.
Stopped. Everything stopped. “Can I? Can I touch you? There?”

Christina swallowed audibly. She could feel wetness between her legs,
much more so than the times when she had touched herself to pleasure.
Her clitoris seemed swollen to tightness, with a pleasant buzz, almost
a tickle but not that at all. “Yes.” She closed her eyes as Mariel’s
hand slid inside her underwear, stroking her flat abdomen, inching
down, into the blonde curls that were moist with that wetness.

When Mariel touched her. There. She took a deep hissing breath at the
sensation, Mariel’s fingers sliding in the wetness. Down there. Up and
down. Lightly, so lightly, it was driving Christina crazy. She began to
writhe with the sensations Mariel was causing. Her fingertips dug into
Christina’s ass, moved down, to the elastic around her slim muscular
thighs, slipped inside, brushing her friend’s clit, shivering
noticeably at her own pleasure as she found Mariel just as wet and
inviting.

Two friends, hearts hammering, breathing hard through their noses, not
wanting to break the kiss, hips moving back and forth, with urgency,
little moans escaping between their lips. Fingers moved, slid, explored.

Eyes wide in wonder, they stroked each other. It felt sacred, what they
were doing together, the excitement building, pressure building as
slick fingers circled and stroked, slow, faster, faster still, as their
young bodies surrendered to wanting, wanting turned to need, need
turned to hunger. Gasping into each other’s mouths, they moved their
clits and wet lips into and against each other’s fingers until, for
just one moment, everything stoppedmotion, breath, even the wind
dropped, until the sweetness began to build between them, coaxed small
cries and whimpers from their throats, built to something indescribably
powerful between them, until they shuddered together in climax, so
strong, so sweet, so intense, so holy .