(this was contributed by Her_Slave. Thank you!)

She waited for her. The anticipation grew in her stomach, until it was a vibrating throb. Like the excitement one gets in anticipation of a treasured moment. She had not felt this in a long time. A pure kind of feeling. Not a carnal one, although there was that, but she tried to keep her collected.

She stared at the door. Wanting so badly for it to open, but the nervous feelings that she had crossed her excitement. It created what she felt right now the feared anticipation of something most desired, but yet not experienced. Almost like the feeling in the pit of your stomach at the excitement of getting away with something you shouldn't be doing. But this was different. They were in love and there was nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.

It was just the thought of a woman's touch in a sexual context. It was fervently exciting. Deliciously deviant. Ahh but she loved it. She wanted it. But what if she didn't know what to do? What if she didn't do something right? This wasn't a man. This was different. A woman needs to be touched in ways a man doesn't and sometimes does not know how. But I am a woman! I will just do to her what I like to feel. That could work. Right?

There was the creak of the door. She looked up from the bed. And there she stood. The rate of her heart increased as her partner slowly walked towards the bed. Her arms swayed slightly by her sides. Her body was beautiful. There were so many curves that she almost got lost looking at them, until she realized that she had gotten to the edge of the bed.

Her partner looked at her. She could feel her nervousness. She could see her hands trembling with pleasurable excitement. Her partner leaned over her, grasping her hands in hers. She started to lay down over her, laying her hands above her head and against the soft bed sheets. Her body came so close to hers, that their stomachs and chest laid against each other.

She whispered: "It's alright. I have you Ava."

But Ava continued to tremble. It was just the whole experience. There was nothing like this that she had felt ever before. It was new, and it was scary.

Ava's partner leaned closer to her. Her hair fell slightly on Ava's face. She could feel the soft flutter of her hair strands tickling her face. But it was exciting and sensual. Ava's partner leaned in to kiss her. Not the horny slobber of a man's kiss, laced with the smell and taste of cheap alcohol. It was the tender kiss of an angel. A kiss that brought new feeling to her body. The kind that did things that a man never had. She returned the kiss, although slightly more excited, more erotic. The feeling from her lips traveled down her body, exciting everything all the way down. All the way to the tingle in the tips of her toes.

Ava whispered softly: "Is this . . . okay, Eve?"

She returned her answer, by kissing her on the neck. Tingle spots ran all over Ava. It was so new! Exciting! Eve continued caressing Ava's neck with her lips. The soft warmth of them about drove Ava to insanity. There was something about the touch of a woman that was so different from a man. Something that she now knew was something that she never wanted to let go of. It was so calm and serene.

They came together like milk and chocolate syrup. The perfect combination, each complimenting the other, until they were stirred into one. And to drink of that nectar would be something that no man or woman would ever be able to give up. To see it alone is a feeling worth a thousand words. And the words here might never be able to justify the sight that is here and now.

There is something about the beauty of two women's bodies together. Not just in the carnal sense, but in the emotional power that a woman has. And to see two of them expressing those emotions physically is beyond words. The excitement that it brings out is to be experienced and cherished.

So they laid there next to each other. Their bodies intertwined like two pretzels caught in a whirlwind. Holding each other, and kissing each other. With no part of either of their bodies off-limits. Until they finally had become satisfied that they had pleased each other, with the happiness that was theirs, and theirs alone.