Almost without conscious effort, her hands were moving over Christie’s amazing body, cataloguing by touch each curve and hollow and swell. Christie was soft, full breasted, wide hipped. She had a slender waist that emphasised her woman’s figure. And under her softness was firm muscle that meant fitness that couldn’t be faked. Becky explored with delight, wondering what Christie thought of her own tall, lean body with the small, firm breasts and boyish hips.
Christie’s soft, happy moans seemed to mean approval. Christie moved away, just a little bit, and kissed Becky sharply in a promise of more. “God, you’re great!” She laughed happily, “This is just the way I imagined it would be.”
Becky smiled at her, drunk on passion. “Really? You thought about it with me?”
“Since Junior High. You look just like all my dreams.” Christie turned and went to the door, locking it quickly. “None of my family’s home, but the maid might decide it’s time to vacuum.”
She walked back to Becky and started unbuttoning her new love’s blouse. “I love your hair. I’ve never seen such beautiful hair. And your eyes… the color of bittersweet chocolate. Gorgeous.”
The blouse was undone and Christie slid it off by running her hands over Becky’s skin under the cloth, over the shoulders, and down the arms. “What beautiful skin you have. So dark and creamy, I love it.”
