Roads untravelled part 1, a short story by gela. Date added: 2012-08-03. Times viewed: 2217.
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- Intro: Liz had never been with another woman before.
As she began to unzip her boots she felt a moment of nervousness.
What the hell was she doing?
But she couldn’t even begin to answer that one!
She pulled her boots off and tossed them aside but left her socks on. Her feet were always cold and although the hotel was comfortably warm, she knew her feet would remain cold.
“Liz…..let me help you…” the voice was soft and gentle; as though having read Liz’s mind and doubts. Soft, long fingers started to unbutton her shirt. Those fingers that she’d seen stirring a coffee cup, flicking back hair, and impatiently tapping on a table, now peeled off her shirt. She felt, rather than saw, goose bumps along her arms and top of her breasts. She could feel she breasts tighten – from the cold, from nerves, from excitement - she couldn’t quite tell.
“We don’t have to do this, I won’t be offended, I won’t be hurt – I will however be disappointed. But that’s my problem, not yours.”
She looked at her friend, noticing the look of concern, the soft hands now rubbing my arms, like a child in need of assurance. She noticed the thick black hair curling at the neck, the thin slightly transparent shirt; she looked down at her friends’ feet and noticed they were bare but so elegant. She hid a small smile as she looked at her striped Where's Wally? socks.
No, even though she was scared and completely unsure of what she was doing, she realized feeling nervous and unsure was ok.
She looked at her friend and smiled.
Liz reached across and started to unbutton the thin shirt, letting her fingers deliberately brush across her friend’s nipples.
Liz had always thought her friend Daniella had a beautiful body, but she never imagined she’d be slowly peeling a shirt off Daniella’s shoulders.
When the girls from her book club had started meeting at the local coffee shop, Daniella sitting at a nearby table had overhead their heated debates and begged to join their group. Daniella had been a welcome addition with her animated talking style; often spilling wine as she passionately waved her hands and arms about, almost as though they worked in unison with her mouth. She laughed and said it was her Italian heritage because people always thought she was angry but she was just loud and passionate about things. Liz had thought she was wonderful; the way her eyes sparkled when she was angry, or the way she laughed so heartily when something amused her. Liz had felt herself immediately drawn to Daniella; finding her sexy, smart and soothing to be around.
It had been Daniella that had drawn Liz out, had encouraged her to talk about herself, complimented her when she’d nervously wore a pair of sexy long earring instead of her normal pearl studs to their book club. It had been Daniella that had noticed Liz’s new lace bra subtly seen through a light linen shirt and made her blush by whistling,” Liz baby!! I’d turn for you!” The other girls had laughed and complimented her, but it had been Daniella whose smile had lingered the longest.
Daniella’s skin was so smooth and warm and Liz loved the feel of her heat. Daniella had always laughed that her Italian skin always kept her warm and she had no need for the heavy jackets and scarves that others insisted on wearing in the cooler months.
Liz felt a little nervous touching Daniella’s breast. My god, they‘re beautiful. Not pale and shy like her, but darker, sexier somehow. The lace covering them barely reached over her nipple and Liz couldn’t help but stare. She felt like a horny 18 year old boy!!
But what the hell did she know about caressing breasts? She tried to stifle a laugh at her ridiculous thought! Breasts! She had a pair! How the hell could she not know what felt good? She supposed because so much of her sex life had been subtly dictated to her; her breasts had been tugged, pinched, pulled the way her lover wanted, and she’d never stopped to think about what she wanted.
She looked up at Daniella who with a small smile whispered, “Touch me...”
“Oh Dani...I’m...I mean. I’m so nervous...”
“Oh baby…I know….touch me...” Daniella whispered again.
Liz reached up and softly placed her palm over Daniella’s left breast; feeling the roughness of the lace against her skin. She moved her fingers over the lace and gently touched Daniella’s breast. So soft, so warm
Liz moved her fingers up to Daniella’s shoulders and without looking at her friend’s face, slowing lowered the bra straps off her shoulders. Daniella looked, if possible even sexier with her nipples peeking over the lace and her face a little flushed. Liz bought her thumbs up to the bare nipples and slowly brushed against them; feeling the way theymoved back, almost eager for another caress.
Liz gently turned Daniella around and with expert fingers unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor. Daniella stood still, with her bare back to Liz. Fuck! oh fuck! what do I do? What do I do?
Liz unfastened her own black bra, dropping it on the carpet next to Daniella’s pale blue one. She saw Daniella glance down, and felt rather than saw, her smile.
Then she stepped closer to Daniella, closer enough to brush her now erect nipples against Daniella’s bare back. Liz groaned with the pleasure the small contact bought her. Daniella’s hair while not long, tickled Liz’s cheek and she marveled at the softness of it.
Reaching around Daniella’s arms, Liz slowly bought her hand up to Daniella’s breast and paused. She wanted to savor this feeling of touching her friend’s breast. She’d never been able to understand men’s fascination with breast. Owning her very own pair since she turned 14 had always been a source of irritation; embarrassing bra fittings with her mother and grandmother, tenderness around her periods and a sense of exposure when she saw men looking at them. What! She’d wanted to shout, they’re just breasts for Christ sake!
But now for the first time, she sort of understood. She stood there poised with her hands so close to Daniella’s breast and she wanted to touch them.
She touched Daniella’s breast by cupping them, by letting the weight of them fill her hands and indulgently brushed her thumbs against the nipples. She heard Daniella moan “Dio” and felt her lean back.
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