Abby was surprised; she had told Amy a story about visiting her grandparents with her parents and going through the apple orchards that abounded on the Thumb. She smiled down at the woman, leaning her forehead against Amy’s in delight.
“Would you like to take this someplace more appropriate?” she drawled her question in a prissy fashion.
Abby loved the manners on this woman. She was oh so polite. “Lead on,” she whispered.
Amy was happy to take Abby’s hand and lead her the few steps into the bedroom. When they got next to the bed, she felt awkward and shy. “Why don’t we make you a little more comfortable,” she asked, making a broad hint as she reached for the buttons on Abby’s blouse.
Abby watched her fumble with them for a moment before she grabbed both of Amy’s hands and said, “Why don’t you pull down the blankets and I’ll undress myself.”
Amy turned gratefully away; she knew she was blushing ferociously from her embarrassment.
Abby easily unlatched the buttons and shimmied out of the blouse, underneath she was wearing a lacy bra, her one nod to frivolity. She quickly unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them down, using her shoes to step on the hem and pull. She quickly kicked off her shoes, and then using her feet, pulled off one sock and then the other. By the time Amy had the covers turned back she was shocked to see the taller woman standing there in her very feminine underwear.
“Are you okay?” Abby asked concerned and then looked down at herself to be sure.
“I guess I just assumed you’d be wearing,” she gestured at the underwear frillies. “Something more…” she couldn’t finish and started blushing, realizing that she just might be insulting her intended lover.
Abby pulled her head up and smiled, seeing the blush just added to it. She took a step forward so she could take Amy in her arms. “Well, what did you expect?” she asked.
“Well, you know…” she squirmed a bit, to the unintentional delight of both of them.
“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“I thought that women who liked women wore…” she looked down, ashamed at her own assumptions.
Abby pulled Amy’s chin up so she could look at her and still the redhead looked away. “Hey, look at me,” she commanded and when Amy looked past her shoulder, she commanded again. “Look at me!”
Amy was startled to hear the tone and bravely looked at Abby in the eye. She saw laughter and concern in the brown flecks, and a little of something else…something intense that her heart leapt at.
“No preconceived notions here okay? I may be a dyke but I like nice underwear. It makes me feel girly. I also like it when my partner likes it on me,” she confided.
Amy nodded mutely and looked down again. She was embarrassed and that wasn’t conducive to the plans they both had. It was at that moment that she realized that Abby was holding her. She was in just a flimsy robe and Abby was standing there in her underwear, unashamed.
“Are you still up for this?” Abby asked, bending slightly so she could look into the redheads face.
Amy looked up surprised at the question. “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous,” she said, feeling foolish.
Abby smiled sweetly. “We’ll take it slow,” she promised, her hands beginning to caress Amy’s body through the satin, trying to calm her and more.
Amy smiled and asked, “May I touch you?”
“I’ll die if you don’t,” Abby breathed as she leaned in for a kiss, pulling the redhead against her body. The feel of the satin against her own underwear clad body was delightful. The fresh smell of her hair, the natural body odors that were only now beginning to make themselves known, and then, only slightly. She was enjoying this.
Amy hesitantly started to touch Abby’s body. The skin felt so very soft, so very warm. At first only her fingertips began their careful exploration. Then slowly she relaxed them into feeling the skin with the palms of her hands. She could feel the corresponding reactions of Abby’s body under them.
“Mmmm, that feels nice,” Abby whispered around the kisses. Her tongue was making inroads into Amy’s mouth, delicately fencing with Amy’s. Her own hands were caressing along the satin, wondering when she could finally slip inside. She knew nothing but the robe was between her and Amy’s skin. She wanted to touch her so badly. Gently she cupped the side of Amy’s head, using her fingertips to tickle along her neck and ear, easing them along to her neck as she explored.
Amy loved the kisses. It amazed her that a woman could feel so…different than a man, the kisses were completely different. They felt so…right. This was what she had been wondering. This was the right place to be. This was what she wanted, she tried to kiss deeper, almost harder, to show her lover that she wanted more of this.
Abby sensed the change in Amy and responded. Her fingers gently tickled their way along the edge of the robe, following down to where it v’d in front of Amy, across her breasts. She played with the skin, teasing it, touching it, lightly, so lightly.
Amy arched slightly in response, but Abby’s other hand was holding her firmly against her, warmly against her back, pulling her close. Her breath began to come harder, she used her nose to inadequately bring in the oxygen and then she realized Abby was the oxygen she needed, she relaxed a little and let it all happen.
Abby slipped inside the robe, hesitantly, almost shyly. She palmed the right breast, it’s pert little tip fitting perfectly in her hand. The tip grazing her skin, sitting up and speaking to her, ‘pick me, pick me.’ She removed her lips from Amy’s and kissed along her jawline, listening to the gasps coming from Amy as she sucked in air through her mouth. She moved the lips to the soft skin under Amy’s ear, relishing the gasp as she tongued her delicate diminutive lobe and along its rim.
Amy grasped at Abby’s body, squeezing her ass at the sensation caused by her tongue in her ear. It made tingles shoot down her spine, deliciously enticing her. “I want you,” she managed to get out, telling Abby honestly how she was feeling.
Abby smiled as she kissed along Amy’s shoulder and nuzzled aside the robe, loosening the tie and opening it. She gasped at the perfection of Amy’s petite body. Her breasts were even more beautiful to see than to feel. The curves led down to the red v between her legs, proving she was a real redhead. The trimmed hairs begged to be nuzzled; they didn’t have to beg loudly as Abby began kissing her way down Amy’s body.
Amy wasn’t sure what she should be doing. She had never made love to a woman, any woman. She’d realized after analyzing her feelings and attraction for Abby so many times that there had been other attractions to women. Some were a bit inappropriate. She wouldn’t think of that now as Abby’s tongue encircled her nipple.
“Oh,” she breathed, surprised at the sensation and when Abby sucked, a corresponding tug hit her between her legs. “Ohhhh,” she moaned this time, throwing her head back slightly, her hands coming to hold Abby, to hold herself up.
Abby looked up from where she had her mouth plastered to Amy’s nipple, tugging on it with her lips, tonguing it gently as she explored the flavor of Amy’s body. Seeing her throw her head back and moan was a sweet sound and sight to behold. She began to kneel as she kissed her way further down Amy’s body, parting the robe that kept wanting to close. Her hand came up to massage Amy’s breast as she kissed across the smooth expanse of Amy’s stomach, her nose nuzzled briefly inside the redhead’s belly button, she licked her way across Amy’s stretch marks. Stretch marks? She filed that away for a question later as she kneeled further down and caught the scent of Amy’s arousal. Her finger gently inserted between the folds, encouraging Amy to part her legs.
Amy felt a whirlwind of emotions. No man had ever made her feel this way. The tingles were unsettling and trying to maintain her balance she clutched, first at Abby’s muscular shoulders and then at her head. She was certain she was going to fall. The bed was there to catch her but she had never made love standing up before. The touch of another woman on her body was intoxicating and she near
ly fell when Abby touched her…there. ‘Oh God,’ her mind screamed. Her legs felt wobbly and she began to fall, only to be caught by Abby, who removed her robe, trapping her arms for an instant, and then smiling down on her.
Abby felt or rather sensed Amy’s uneasiness. She could feel her wobble and caught her in time to keep her from falling ingloriously onto the bed. She knew she could take her now and they would both cum and have a good time, but she wanted to cherish this, to enjoy it. She wanted Amy to enjoy this and cherish her. She wanted her to love her. She had found this admirable woman had somehow captured her heart.
“I need…” Amy tried to get out, standing there naked and proud and wanting… “I need…” she got out as she started kissing any of the skin she could reach. The broad expanse of Abby’s chest was before her and she wrapped her arms around her to reach the catch on her bra. She quickly discarded it and found herself staring at two heavy breasts. Never in her wildest imaginings of Abby’s body had she thought that her clothes contained these. She was in awe; her hands came up of their own accord to weigh them in their palms. Hefting them to her face, she buried her nose between them.
Abby looked down at the red head in between her breasts and smiled. She wanted an orgasm and she wanted it quickly but she cautioned herself as this was Amy’s first time. She relished the idea that she would be Amy’s first. She wanted to be Amy’s last. Slowly she pushed Amy onto the bed and covered her with her body, pushing her breasts into Amy’s face. She nearly smothered her with them. Amy didn’t seem to mind.
Amy couldn’t imagine the feeling of having Abby’s nearly naked body on hers. The skin on skin contact was incredible, the heat was rising. She craved…more. She ground up slightly as she kissed first one rosy peaked tip and then the other. Remembering the delightful sensations that Abby had given her, she slipped a nipple into her mouth and sucked.
“Ahhhh,” Abby exhaled in delight. She pressed her pelvis down on Amy’s and saw the delight on her face at the pressure. Slowly her hands came down the sides of Amy’s body and she slipped a hand between the two of them. Using the heel of her hand she applied pressure between Amy’s legs.
“OH,” she squealed, surprised.
“You like?” Abby asked with a smile, knowing the answer already.
“Oh God yes, please don’t stop,” she begged in and around the nipple she was tonguing.
Abby was using her body against Amy, grinding slightly, surreptitiously, pleasuring them both. She used her finger to slip between the folds, feeling the moist slickness already awaiting her. She nearly groaned at it. Leaning down she began to kiss along Amy’s shoulder, nibbling, and then licking at the pleasure-pain.
Amy was busy trying not to suffocate at the twin orbs that were presented to her. They were a lot larger than she had thought and she was loving it. Her own were much smaller and while at one point in her life she would have been jealous, instead she was now thrilled to be playing with Abby’s. That it gave Abby pleasure too was just a bonus.
Abby’s finger slipped between Amy’s legs at the same time she insinuated a leg between them, widening them, nudging them apart and providing her with access. Her hand followed the finger and she caught her breath at the gush of fluid between them. Her finger slipped inside, seeking, probing, and Amy fell back in pleasure at the sensation. When Abby added a second finger and then a third she arched but the third finger was too much and she cringed slightly. Abby, watching closely, quickly pulled the extra appendage out and continued thrusting inside with the two. She then curled them and Amy nearly came off the mattress at the sensation.
“What the hell was that?” she asked surprised. She had never felt it before and couldn’t believe how terrific it felt.
“Shhh, I’ll explain later, just enjoy it…feel,” Abby said with a smile at her lover. She kissed her on the lips to shush her and to show her the affection she felt for her. Her leg she threw across Amy’s, to hold her captive to her hand as she thrust, her thumb ‘happening’ across the raised clit now and again.
“Oh, oh, Ohhhh,” Amy was soon panting as the crescendo rose within her. A tingling began at the apex of her legs. It spread down her legs to her toes, causing them to curl. As it spread up her back she arched into Abby’s body, desiring the skin on skin contact as she began her climax. All the blood drained from her lips as she clenched her fists into Abby’s hair and pulled her hard against her at the peak. She turned her head aside to gasp lungs full of oxygen into her. Her teeth grazed along Abby’s shoulder at the body clenching spasms she was experiencing. “Oh my Gawd, Oh my Gawd, Oh my GAWD,” she drawled out endearingly.
Abby watched amazed. She’d made love to a few women in her life and was endlessly fascinated by their reactions. Seeing Amy respond to her lovemaking was the embodiment of her love for the smaller woman. She wanted to see how far she could push her, as Amy bit into her shoulder; she felt a familiar surge in her own body and tamped it down. It would be better if she could hold off, make her rise higher for the sensations she craved. She concentrated on Amy and this first time together. She knew not to keep it going too long though or the edge could be painful, she began to pull back and let her return to earth, slowing things down as she played with the wetness. Finally she removed her fingers and gently wiped the wetness off on her own hip, on the underwear that she still wore.
Amy lay there, limp and lifeless as she licked at her lips, feeling the delightful sensation of the blood returning to them. It had all focused at her middle and she couldn’t describe the feeling to her befuddled mind. All she knew was that this wonderful woman had made her feel incredible and as her brain function returned she smiled dreamily at the brunette watching her, her arm supporting her head as she grinned down in pleased pride, caressing her gently. “That was wonderful,” she tried to say but her voice was raspy. She swallowed, or tried to but her mouth was really dry. It took a couple of tries until she could swallow normally and she was able to repeat what she wanted to say.
Abby was pleased, beyond measure and wanted to make love to Amy again but knew she might be too tender. She didn’t know the last time she had made love before but it was apparent she had at least once in her life by the pucker marks on her abdomen. Those were only caused by one of two things, extreme weight, and there were no other signs of Amy ever being overweight, or she had been pregnant at least once. She brought her hand up to her nose to smell the scent of Amy; the odor caused her to send a jolt of desire through her own throbbing body. For good measure, she licked at the moisture still between her fingers.
“Do I taste good?” Amy asked bemused. Her voice was still raspy and that puzzled her until she remembered how fantastic her orgasm had been. She now remembered crying out in pleasure, which must have strained her vocal chords.
“Delicious,” her lover told her, absolutely convinced as she smiled down with a gleam in her eye.
Amy blushed and hid her face in Abby’s shoulder. It was then that she saw the teeth marks. “Oh no, does that hurt?” she asked, bringing her hand up to touch gently at the red marks.
“Not at all,” Abby told her with a smile, she was totally pleased with what she had caused in this woman.
Amy glanced up at her to see if she was laughing at her and caught her breath at the naked desire in the brunette’s face. Her eyes no longer contained the beautiful flecks of brown that she so loved. They were so dark a brown that they appeared almost black. It was beautiful, it was primitive, it was…what she wanted and she reached up to kiss Abby. Vaguely she realized the taste on Abby’s tongue was her own essence but it didn’t stop her from deepening the kiss and enjoying it. Slowly she pushed Abby onto her back and climbed on her body, feeling her own wetness trickle down from between her legs. She would have normally been embarrassed but at the moment she wanted Abby to feel what she had felt.
Abby was enjoying the fact that Amy wasn’t being shy. Her aggressiveness was a helluva turn on. Her little Valkyrie, the redheaded spitfire that she loved. Loved? Th
e thought was confirmed as Amy began to kiss her way down Abby’s long body, taking time to kiss and lave attention on each rosy peaked breast. Learning Abby’s likes by the way she responded, Abby encouraged her by holding her head to first one and the other, her hand buried in the deep red tresses. When the sensations began to mount she subtly pushed on Amy’s shoulder.
Amy looked up to see what her lover wanted of her as she pushed away and then she realized what Abby wanted and took a deep breath. If she was going to make love to a woman, what was the most intimate thing she could do for her? She knew as she began to kiss her way south towards Abby’s center. She scented Abby’s arousal long before she got there.
Abby easily slid her legs apart in anticipation of what she wanted from Amy. Her hand continued to encourage her as she leaned back to enjoy what Amy would do to her.
Amy wasn’t sure at first, what if she was bad at this? Glancing up at the supine woman though and remembering how wonderful Abby had made her feel, could she do any less for her? Slowly she peeled Abby’s panties from her long body. She took a deep breath and leaned in for a taste. Although foreign on her tongue it really wasn’t bad. A bit smoky in flavor, even salty it began to taste good. The odor wasn’t unpleasant, it actually was exciting her. She knew she hit the right spot though when Abby’s hand on her head pushed harder as her pelvis rose to greet her. She smiled, even though she didn’t know what she was doing, Abby obviously was enjoying it.
She didn’t know if she was just too aroused or what, but any little touch and she would go over the edge. Amy’s hesitant tongue was driving her insane. She arched up as she pressed down on the back of Amy’s skull, the sensation was worth the effort and she gasped.
Amy brought up both her hands, her shoulders spreading Abby’s legs further. She spread the folds of the bald mons and took a proper taste of the juices contained between. Her nose began to dip into them as her lips and tongue sought out further south and inside. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could inside of her lover.
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