Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 167

see us together."

"Okay," Rebecca said and took the brush away. "Let me do that."

Deana spun her desk chair around and mounted it backward, then leaned forward on the backrest. "I'd like that."

Rebecca held the brush in her teeth, and her hands swept across Deana's cheeks, collecting her hair. When it was a thick rope in her fist behind Deana's head, she dug the brush in and went to work.

When the bristles dragged over Deana's damp shirt, her nipples tingled, and an unexpected sound of pleasure escaped from her throat. "Mmm, that's nice." She leaned harder on the chair. The spring creaked as it expanded. Rebecca continued pulling the brush down her back with a gentleness Deana hadn't expected from the wild one in their relationship.

Neither of them had uttered a word for ten minutes. Deana knew more than enough time had been dedicated to her hair, but she was disappointed when Rebecca stopped. She straightened up, and Rebecca's hands came to rest on her upper arms. They moved with a patient, tenderness to the top of her shoulders and her head rolled to the side. Deana didn't break the silence, and she didn't move, either. Her girlfriend's hands held her captive. They swept across her shoulders, up and around her neck. Fingertips teased the neckline of her shirt, then dashed to her earlobes, circled and gently tugged. She was almost breathless in anticipation of Rebecca's next action.

Rebecca spread her hands out on the top of Deana's chest, then moved towards her breasts. She circled, swept outward and jumped over to her biceps, then made the loop again, shoulders, neck, chest, tits. Deana arched, pulled her shoulders back and pushed out her chest, but Rebecca still avoided her pulsating nipples. One hand followed the other down towards her stomach. Deana opened her legs. The hands skirted the edge of her groin. Deana's breaths were short and fast. She was mentally pleading with Rebecca to grab her crotch and squeeze it.

Rebecca lifted Deana to her feet. Fingernails grazed the backs of Deana's thighs, dragged over her butt, outward to her hips and up her sides. She raised her arms. Her body and her brain disagreed about what was going to happen. Rebecca's hands reached her armpits. She blocked her tickle reflex, and streamers of pleasure raced to her pussy.

She closed her eyes while her shirt passed over her head, then stiffened when the coolness of her hair slapped against her hot stiffened when the coolness of her hair slapped against her hot skin. Her lover's hands came around to her stomach. She sucked in. Fingertips nudged into her panties. They climbed the slope of her pubic mound, then looped out around her hips.

Rebecca took the cotton material on a slow journey down Deana's legs. She lifted one foot, then the other, and she was completely naked. The heat of Rebecca's breath preceded the lips that kissed the crests of her butt. Deana squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of Rebecca's next kiss, but it never came. She sighed.

Rebecca stood and turned Deana around with a touch. They stared at each other without speaking or moving. All of the awkwardness of inexperience and the nervousness of new lovers was gone. Rebecca's telling gaze dissolved Deana's previous concerns. The knowing hands slipped around her neck, and Deana waited for her friend's lips.

It didn't matter if they were kissing with tender compassion or in the fevered pitch of ravenous lust, they never stumbled. It was like they felt each other. Deana surrendered her tongue to Rebecca's lips. Rebecca sucked it and flicked it with her tongue, then Deana had Rebecca's upper lip in her mouth. Neither was willing to close their eyes because that was how they were communicating.

"Dee, I'm going to make love to you now."

Deana's heart fluttered.

"Please."

Rebecca sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. Deana knew from the grin on Rebecca's face that she was about to have her world rocked. Rebecca confirmed that when she pulled a feather from under the bed and started up Deana's calf. "Ah..."

When Jason opened the door, he was wearing worn blue jeans with white strings dangling around his feet, and nothing else. "What were you doing, laying around naked?"

"So what if I was, nobody's home."

"What if your sister came home?"

"She'd probably wanna have sex once she saw this." Jason pointed at his crotch.

Evan shook his head. "I'm sure, and she'd want me to watch, too. Whatever.

"You'd be surprised," Jason said. "What have you been up to?"