Can We Practice Kissing?

"Pass those chips my way," I said, gesturing to the bag next to Grace.

She lackadaisically picked them up and handed them over to me without taking her eyes off my laptop screen. It was a Tuesday night in my dorm room and we were hanging out together, as we often did. It was well into our first year of university. We were lucky enough to get single-occupancy rooms in our residence; despite that, we had established a pattern of spending most nights in each other's rooms.

As was typical, I lounged in my pyjama pants and a long-sleeved top, and Grace mirrored by choice of outfit. She had close-cropped dark hair, with similarly dark eyes, and had prominent dimples when she smiled. She was taller than me; I was average height, and she stood over me by a few inches at least. She was also more slender than I was. I wasn't overweight, by any means, but I had an average build. Most things about me, physically, were average; at least it felt that way to me. I had dirty blonde hair that was usually kept in a ponytail, and light blue eyes.

Grace and I spent most nights together either listening to music, watching tv or movies, or just generally talking. We were quite comfortable in each other's presence at this stage. Neither of us were social butterflies, and I think we recognized that in each other. I was certainly grateful to have a friend that wasn't into the bombastic and wild gatherings characteristic of our peers. Neither of us were dating anyone, either.

As someone who had difficulty sharing herself with others, I was very happy to have met Grace. She didn't ask pointed questions or confront me unnecessarily; in her quiet way, she created a safe space for me to be able to open up on my own terms. I felt like I had permission to just be me, in a way I had never felt around other friends before.

I endeavoured to return the favour for her, and never pressed her on personal matters. I think she appreciated this, though I didn't know it with absolute certainty; we hadn't shared many "deep" things with each other. We both kept things close to the vest, but it seemed we were both happy with the companionship we had struck.

I chomped away at a handful of chips, watching the episode on my screen. It wasn't a particularly good show, but it was something to do. The two love interests were involved in a romantic scene, and I could tell a kiss was coming. I always felt a little awkward watching scenes like this with other people around. I had never felt comfortable talking about sexual things with other people. The slang was not really part of my vernacular; it just felt wrong to me somehow.

Grace must have felt similarly awkward watching the scene, because she spoke up as the characters were engaged in an extended French kiss. "Jeez, it's like he's trying to find the back of her throat with his tongue."

I chuckled, perhaps louder than I needed to. "Yeah, not sure how great that would feel. Though she doesn't seem to mind."

"Yeah, I don't know how I would feel about that either," Grace said.

The way she said that made me pause, and a question jumped to mind almost immediately. I debated whether or not to ask, and decided that I needed to step out of my comfort zone if I was ever to get to know Grace better.

"Have you ever kissed a guy like that?" I asked delicately.

"No, I haven't," she replied quietly, still watching the screen.

I had anticipated this answer, and felt a kinship with her. I hadn't revealed this to her, but I had very little romantic involvement with anyone before. That kind of interaction always felt like a social minefield, and besides, nobody had taken a particular interest in me that way before.

"I haven't either," I confided in solidarity.

"Really?" she asked, perking up some, looking over at me.

I looked back at her, and this felt like the right moment to share more. "I've actually never kissed anyone before. Besides my parents, but that doesn't count. I've never really dated anyone. It always felt too complicated. And nobody ever seemed interested in me, anyway."

I took a breath, realizing that hadn't been as difficult an admission as I was picturing. There was no pretense on Grace's face, which made it easier to tell her. She nodded slowly.

"I haven't done those things either, myself. I feel the same way you do about the whole thing," she eventually said.

Curious as to how much our thinking overlapped, I pressed on. "Do you - do you want to date someone? Do those things? Do you ever feel like you're missing out?"

"I do. I think I'm just waiting for the right person? None of the guys I've met have ever really blown me away in that department. It's the kind of thing I figure will happen when it happens," she said, looking down at her nails. "But yeah, I sometimes wonder if I'm maybe falling behind or something. What about you?"

"Yeah, I feel pretty much the same. I'm waiting for the right guy too. But I do wonder what some of those experiences would be like," I said, feeling the colour rise in my cheeks slightly.

Grace hugged her knees. "Yeah - I do too. And I..." she began, pausing awkwardly.

"What is it?" I nudged quietly.

She gesticulated in apparent frustration. "I don't know. I worry sometimes that I'll get to that situation, and not really know what to do, you know? Or just be bad at it."

"I've actually thought about that myself. Kind of silly, really. But. Yeah..." I trailed off.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. It felt like both of us wanted to say something, but were too reticent to come out with it.

"Annika. Um. Do you think it would be weird if - if the two of us..." Grace hesitated.

"If we what?"

"This is so stupid. What if we tried, you know, practicing. Together."

Though I had been thinking along those lines myself, I was surprised to hear the words out loud. I knew I could trust her, and she was my closest friend.

"You mean like kissing?" I asked.

"Yeah. What if we just practiced it, so we'll know what we're doing when we have the chance to kiss guys for real. Tell me if I sound like an absolute idiot though," she said.

Sensing her vulnerability, and realizing this was the most open and honest conversation we had ever had, I knew I had to make her feel supported. "You don't sound like an idiot at all. I was sort of thinking the same thing actually. I mean, I trust you way more than anyone else. And I know you would never tell anyone about this. I wouldn't either."

She relaxed visibly, even cracking a small grin, which seemed to ease the tension. "Of course, I wouldn't dream of it, this would just be between us. Always. So - you really wouldn't mind trying it? With me?"

"It might be a bit weird, but you're right - we don't want to end up kissing a guy and he hates it because we're not good at it. And I'm not worried you're going to embarrass me or something crazy like that. We can at least give it a try and if it doesn't go well, then so be it," I said, convincing myself as much as Grace as the words flowed out of me.

She gave a nod with some finality to it. "Ok! So um. Should we just - just try it now?"

"Yeah, but hang on a second. I think maybe guys would want to kiss like this," I said, shifting around on my bed so I was facing her directly, my legs criss-crossed. She mirrored my position, her knees nearly touching mine, as we faced each other. I could feel butterflies building in my chest. This was actually going to be my first real kiss ever. Despite my comfort level with Grace, I still felt nervous I would screw it up somehow.

"Ok, I'm ready. So. I guess with a guy it would just be a little one to start?" I suggested, staring into her face.

She nodded. "Yeah, probably, let's try that."

I wasn't really sure where to put my hands, so I kept them on my knees. I leaned closer to her face, my heart truly pounding now, the adrenaline streaming through me. Our faces tilted to one side slightly, and all of a sudden our lips were touching. It was a short kiss, just a peck really, and we broke apart.

She glanced at me. "That wasn't so bad," she laughed a little nervously.

"Yeah it was all right," I agreed. "But after the first, a guy would probably want a longer one."

"Right."

We brought our faces close again, our lips meeting, the contact softer and deeper this time. We stayed longer in this position before ceasing, almost immediately following it up with another short kiss.

"That felt pretty nice," Grace said as we sat and gazed at each other. "I think maybe guys would like a bunch in a row. You know, to get a rhythm going?"

"Yeah, definitely," I agreed, barely finishing the sentiment before we kissed again, another soft, lingering meeting, followed by another, and another. We settled into a pattern of a few longer kisses interspersed with shorter pecks. I found myself not wanting them to end, the butterflies in my chest continuing to flutter and expand all the while. It was even better than I had built it up in my mind.

Grace tapped my knee with her hand to signal to me to stop, and I reluctantly did. As we pulled apart, I could feel the warmth in my cheeks, ears, and neck, and I could see she was breathing a little more noticeably than before.

"Is - is everything ok?" I asked, hoping there weren't any problems.

"Yeah it's actually really nice," she said quickly. "I just - I wonder - would you be willing to try a more advanced kiss? A guy would probably want that next."

I felt myself nodding before I could really formulate a response. "You mean like a French kiss?"

"Yeah. I've always been curious," she said, already bringing her face closer to mine, her hand still on my knee from before.

"Yeah, I'd like to try that."

We kissed each other a few more times slowly, which already started to feel more commonplace, and then suddenly I could feel her tongue against my lips. It was warm, wet, and wonderful. I opened up my mouth and let my tongue reach out to meet hers, and I shuddered in pleasure at how incredible it felt. We shared shorter kisses with our tongues dancing on each other's each time, before keeping our lips locked and truly exploring each other's mouths.

I realized I had my hands on her knees as we carried on, and it was just about the most intense physical sensation I had ever felt. It was wetter than I was expecting, but irresistible. Every slippery slide of our tongues past each other's hastened me on, our pace heightening. I couldn't stop kissing her. It was like her tongue was my lifeline; I just wanted more and more of it. Both of us were breathing more heavily now, and I could feel the warmth spreading to my chest.

Reluctantly I pulled away. I wasn't sure I had ever felt my heart beating this fast; it was thrumming in my chest and ears. We kept our faces close, both of us staring at each other's mouths, eyes half-lidded.

"I think maybe we could do this better if we were closer together," I half-whispered, the taste of her mouth on my mind, my hands squeezing her knees gently.

"Yeah. You're right. How do you wanna...?" she began, starting to shift around.

I actually hadn't thought it through, and wasn't fully sure. I turned and sat so my feet were on the ground at the edge of the bed. I tapped the bed next to me: sit here, my gesture and look implied. She grinned and moved next to me, our knees touching as we angled towards one another. I put my hands up, unsure where precisely they should go, reaching out and drawing back awkwardly, before putting them around her hips. We melted into another kiss as her arms draped around my neck, the increased contact sending electricity through my entire body.

This felt different than before. We felt so much closer, like we were sharing more than just kisses. I could barely fathom this was all happening; the evolution from a short peck to this was unbelievable, yet at the same time felt quite natural. Our tongues were like magnets, swirling and fluttering around like they belonged together. I heard a soft "mmm" from Grace, which only spurred me on to kiss her further.

Grace slid one hand from behind my neck and brought it to my face, and our kisses slowed in speed, if not intensity. We shared long, slow strokes of the tongue, and then eventually kissed just with lips again, repeatedly and slowly. In a way these felt like deeper kisses, our pace in sync.

Finally we ceased, my chest rising and falling steadily, opening my eyes to take Grace in. I watched as she brought a hand to the side of her neck absent-mindedly, as if feeling her own pulse, the pink in her face apparent.

"Annika, that was - thank you for letting me practice," she managed to say.

I smiled genuinely. "Thank you too Grace. That was really helpful for me. I hope we can keep practicing," I said, sensing that our session had come to a close, though I would have been open to continuing.

She nodded. "Yeah, I think that's probably a good idea. Just to get more comfortable with it all."

I had to hold back from agreeing vehemently, telling myself to rein it in and be calm. "I think so too. Would you want to try again tomorrow?"

She stood up, making her way towards the door. "Definitely. Want to come over to my room?"

"I'll be there," I said with a smile, watching her leave.

I sat on my bed, resting against my headboard, legs out in front of me. My head was abuzz with a cacophony of thoughts, and I noticed a funny feeling. I lifted up the waistband of my pyjama pants and peeked at my underwear, shocked to see a noticeably wet spot. I settled back, hugging one of my pillows, and knew I wouldn't be able to sleep for a long time.

******

I could barely focus on my lectures the next day. A maelstrom of thoughts ran through my head, primarily wondering what Grace was thinking. Was she even thinking about it? Did she regret any of it? I felt pangs of anxiety that somehow she would wake up today and react negatively to everything.

I also couldn't stop thinking about how it felt.

My overanalysis got the best of me as the day wore on, despite the invitation she extended to me last night, and I decided to send her a casual text. I didn't want to assign any extra meaning to it, yet I still found myself agonizing over how it appeared on my screen prior to sending.

"All good for me to come over tonight?" I sent, and put my phone away, wanting to ignore it for a while and just walk.

That lasted all of 2 minutes before I checked it again, a reply from Grace awaiting me.

"Yeah how about 8?"

I reacted to her text with a thumbs-up emoji, my nerves finally settling a little. Everything's ok, I thought to myself, taking some larger breaths.

After classes finished and I had dinner, I dressed in the same pyjama pants as the previous night, albeit with a different long-sleeved top on. I told myself I would play things cool, and feel out how Grace was feeling. I was still half-convinced she was going to call the whole thing a terrible idea.

My heart beat noisily in my chest as I walked down the hall to her room, and knocked on the door. She opened it, standing back to give me space to enter, wearing her usual pyjama pants and a cute t-shirt.

"Hey," she said, giving me her usual small grin.

"Hey," I returned, making my way over to her bed.

"Want to watch some tv again?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, as she crossed the room to sit next to me. I could feel the tension between us, but neither one of us seemed to want to address it. I again told myself not to push things, and watched as she pulled out her laptop and loaded up the next episode of the show we were watching.

A few minutes went by, with neither of us saying anything, quietly watching. This wasn't out of place for us; we often had stretches where we didn't talk. I actually appreciated that about our relationship: we were comfortable enough in each other's company that we didn't feel the need to fill the gaps with words constantly. But, this was different.

I was racking my brain for the best way to breach the subject when I saw Grace press the pause button on her laptop.

"So - I've been thinking about last night," she began, looking at me somewhat abashedly.

"Oh. Yeah, I have been too," I admitted.

"Do you think - did you," she paused, hesitating, "like what we did?"

I felt the blush building in my cheeks, and hated how my body betrayed me. "I did, yes. That was - that was really good. I liked it," I said, cursing my ineloquence.

"Would you want to practice some more?" she asked, quickly adding, "Just to get better at it."

"Yeah, I mean I think that was a good start, but practicing more would really help me get a better handle on it," I said, finding a bit of my resolve.

"Ok. Maybe we can sit like we were last night," she replied, tilting her head to the edge of the bed.

I nodded and scooted myself over, the anticipation building within me rapidly. I again sat to Grace's left, our bodies oriented obliquely to each other, our knees touching. I looked at her and couldn't help but giggle as I reached forward to put my hands on her hips, and she again draped her arms around my neck.

Our lips met in a kiss, already feeling more natural than before, and after a few soft exchanges our tongues found each other quickly. My eyes closed and I forgot everything else as my hands gripped her firmly, the feel of her tongue on mine just as spine-tingling as it was the day before.

Our tongues writhed and swirled, the moistness of her mouth feeling heavenly as our lips dampened. I found myself involuntarily release a quiet moan as we kissed, and Grace did soon after as well. It was every bit as amazing as last night, if not more so.

After enough time had passed for us to become almost breathless, I withdrew slightly, but didn't release my hands from her hips. Her hands remained around my neck as she looked me, the unspoken question in her eyes as to why we stopped.

I knew what I wanted to do, just not how to say it. "I - Grace, this is, this is really good. But I was wondering if - I was thinking maybe we could practice something else, too?"

"What is it?" she asked, her lips glistening in the light from our practice.

"Well - I think after lots of kisses, most guys would want to touch a girl... here," I said, gesturing to my chest, unable to even say the words out loud properly.

She looked down at my chest. "Oh - I've wondered about that a lot too. Yeah, it would be good to try that, just to know what it's like."

"Yeah. So this might sound weird, but maybe we could - would it be ok if we just showed each other first and made sure guys would like them?" I asked,

"Yeah, I guess that's what they would probably want to do anyway, look at them for a bit first," she said

"Ok great. So - I guess I'll just take things off, then," I said, grabbing the bottom edge of my top.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I will too," she replied, and I noticed she hadn't taken her eyes off my chest. It was thrilling to have that kind of attention on me.

I pulled my top off, revealing my very plain blue bra, hoping the flush I felt in my chest wasn't as noticeable as it felt. I watched Grace remove her top, revealing a black bra snug against her skin, the curves of her breasts visible to me for the first time.

"Promise you'll tell me if they look weird or something," I said nervously, reaching behind to unclasp my bra.

"I promise, and same goes for you," she said, her eyes locked on me. I felt the tension in my bra loosen and I held the cups to my chest for a moment before letting them fall away, revealing my bare breasts.

I felt quite vulnerable showing her, but it was an indescribable feeling to have her look at me so intimately. I glanced down at my own breasts, which always seemed unremarkable to me in size and shape, except for my somewhat large areolas, light pink in colour. My nipples were standing quite erect.

"Yours are really - they look beaut - they're really nice," she stammered, exhaling nervously.

I swore I could feel my nipples stiffen even further at her words, if that was possible. "Thanks, Grace."

She put her hands behind her back and unclasped hers as well, and I almost gasped as her breasts came into view. They were larger than mine and looked like they had such a pleasant weight to them. Her areolas were a bit smaller than mine, a shade of red much like her lips, and her nipples stood out noticeably.

"They look really - wow - I, uh. They're so pretty, Grace," I managed to say.

I think both of us forgot what we were doing as we stared for a long moment. I found my wits and posed the question, "So - when we touch, we should probably kiss too, right?"

She nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, I think that's what a guy would probably do," she said quietly, her eyes on my chest still.

We leaned close and our tongues found each other instantaneously, as if any other form of kissing now felt like a waste of time. My hands found her waist again, a little higher than before. Her hands were on my shoulders, the heel of her palms over my collarbones. I crept my hands up her sides until my fingertips found the lower part of her breasts, flitting over her nipples without really planning to. I felt her shudder and gasp in my mouth as I did so, and I paused, nearly backing off, misinterpreting her response as if it was unpleasant for her. Yet our kissing never ceased, and I could feel her hands sliding down below my collarbones, her palms on the top of my breasts, just above my nipples.

It was difficult to keep myself focused on one thing at a time; I struggled to maintain our kissing while also wanting to feel her breasts, all the while my own being touched for the first time. I felt an excitement I had never encountered within myself before. Grace began to cup and caress my breasts, and each time her hands passed over my nipples I felt a jolt of pleasure. I was holding hers in my hands, lifting them up to feel their heft, and I was very curious to explore her nipples, my index fingers circling them slowly.

It was overwhelming. I had always wondered what these sensations would feel like, and I had no doubt that it would be enjoyable, but I had no idea it would be to such an extent. Grace and I were both letting out regular moans and gasps now, albeit quietly. Our kissing actually ceased as we became engrossed in looking at each other's breasts, feeling them in every way imaginable, touching them and rubbing them and holding them.

We locked eyes for a moment, and we both giggled awkwardly. "How does it feel for you?" I asked, genuinely interested in her perspective.

"It's - it's a lot nicer than I thought. It's a strong feeling," she said breathily, her fingers still exploring my shockingly stiff nipples.

"I know what you mean. It feels really different when someone else is doing it," I said.

"Yeah. Um, do you like it more when they're touched," she began, nodding to my nipples as she rolled them between her fingers, "or when everything is squeezed?" she asked, holding my breasts fully in her hands.

I let out another moan, arching my back slightly at her touch. "It's - it's hard to tell. I think - maybe when they're touched," I said, pointedly sliding her nipples through the lengths of my fingers.

Grace closed her eyes for a moment, her mouth slightly open. "Yeah. I think I agree with you."

I quietly added, "I didn't know it could feel this good."

In response she leaned in and we kissed again slowly with eyes closed, no tongue this time, just a very sweet meeting of our lips. She brought her hands down, resting them in her lap, and I followed her lead.

"I really like how we're practicing, Annika. I like how we're going slowly with it. It's helping me feel more comfortable. Thank you. I want to keep doing this. I feel like we're learning a lot," she said.

"Same for me. I'm glad we're not rushing and just taking our time. I want to keep practicing too," I agreed.

"Maybe we can try some more tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes, I'd love to," I said with a smile. She smiled back at me, and pressed play on the laptop. She arranged herself a little closer to me than we would usually watch, and I found the butterflies expanding inside yet again. We watched for a long while in contented silence.

******

The following day, thoughts tumbled around my head as I walked to class, though of a different character than the previous morning. I was elated, and felt a satisfaction I rarely experienced; most of the time I was on a pretty even keel, not too far up or down, but I was decidedly up. All I wanted was for the day to move along so Grace and I could continue practicing.

Unfortunately, I had a late lecture that day, so I was later getting back to my dorm than usual. I quickly slipped into my comfortable clothes, peeking in the mirror for a moment to tidy up my ponytail. I was about to head over to Grace's room when I heard her telltale knock on the door.

I opened the door with a smile, ushering her in.

"How was your lecture tonight?" she asked casually, situating herself on my bed in her typical spot.

"Bah. It was pretty boring. I mean I had to pay attention because exams are coming up, but not my favourite," I conceded, sitting down next to her, again a little closer than usual, both of our backs resting on the wall. I tucked my feet up so my knees were bent, mimicking Grace's posture, my right knee just resting against her left. We had never had the kind of touchy-feely-huggy relationship that many girls have, which I was realizing was quite ironic considering the turn of events the last two days, but it felt more right to be close to her.

She turned to me, and I met her gaze. "Are you wanting to practice again, tonight?" she asked, a hint of a smile highlighting her lips.

I smiled back, trying to hold it back some, but secretly glad we weren't going to waste time watching TV first. "I mean. Yeah, if guys are ever going to want to do these things with us, we really need to just keep trying and figuring it out," I stated in a sensible tone.

"I was thinking - maybe we could try it lying down this time? People seem to kiss like that a lot and so we should probably get used to that," she said.

"Good idea," I said, moving my pillow and fluffing it a bit. I lay down on one side, Grace the other, facing each other. We stretched our legs out a little and brought our faces close, and I slipped my top hand around her lower back and hip, and she did the same.

We were really establishing a wonderful rhythm with our tongues. It felt like we were improving every time we did this, and lying down felt much more natural. It was much easier to hold her like this, and I realized this was the closest our bodies had been to each other so far. I began to caress her lower back in small circles as we kissed deeply. I felt her fingertips press into my back, the firmness of her pressure so lovely.

Our tongues continued tumbling over each other, our lips coated in each other's wetness. I felt Grace press into my back more, pulling me into her, and I answered with more pressure of my own. Our bodies were touching now, her breasts against mine. The contact with my still-clothed nipples was amazingly stimulating, and I exhaled strongly through my nose in response.

Acting as if of their own volition, my fingertips moved downwards, along the contour of her bum, the roundness so soft and gratifying in my hand. I was half-expecting her to object to this move, but she moaned into my mouth as I pressed into her skin, prompting me to continue and bring my bottom hand around under her so I could squeeze with both. Waking up to this possibility, she moved her hands in kind, and we found ourselves kissing, grabbing, and breathing heavily.

Grace pulled away softly, closing the interaction with a soft kiss on my nose, and I couldn't help but feel my heart sing.

"Are you ok?" I asked, our faces so close, breathing like we had been running, hands still on each other's behinds.

"Yeah, maybe we could do like last night and try this without our tops on," she said.

"Oh yeah, that would be good to practice," I said, wasting no time in sitting up to yank my top off, immediately reaching back to unclasp my bra. Grace already had hers off, and the tentative gazes and movements of yesterday were replaced with an urgency to continue. We both lay back down, hands returning to their previous places. As we pulled into each other, our completely erect nipples brushed against each other, and I had never felt pleasure like that before. I could not hold back the steady hum of moans as they rolled and flicked against each other.

I was squeezing her bum unabashedly now, my resolve growing by the moment, too far taken by my body's feelings to worry about anything else. I felt myself overcome by a desire to be close to Grace. Like kissing her and touching her was insufficient to express my feelings in that moment. I brought my hands to her face and kissed her deeply again.

"Grace, I - I just..." I squeaked out.

She kissed me, her hands on my breasts, saying everything she needed to say without words, and I could feel the wetness in my panties growing by the moment. This was the most aroused I had ever been in my life. I never knew it was possible to become this aroused. I couldn't imagine this happening with anyone else.

In a fit of desperate desire, I began kissing Grace's neck, her warm skin so intoxicating to me. I couldn't stop planting it with kisses, up to her to just under her jaw, and down to her chest. My hands, which were on her breasts previously, migrated down to her stomach, nearly to her hips. She moaned again, more explicitly, expressing more need, assenting to my kisses and touches. I found myself on the verge of a frenzy, where I really thought I might lose control of myself in my effort to get to her, to be close to her, to be with her.

"I think maybe guys would want to see, you know. Down below at this stage," she said, fighting to keep her voice level.

I could feel the intense feeling of need between my legs at those words, and I was nodding vigorously. I started pulling down my pyjama pants, watching Grace as she did the same, my pink cotton panties coming into view. There was an unmistakable dark wet patch in the front of mine, but at this point I didn't care. She had on light blue panties, and to my utter pleasure, hers were similarly wet.

She reached down, grasping the hem of my panties, and I watched as she slowly pulled them off me. Nobody else had ever seen my vagina before; a trimmed patch of curly light brown hair adorned it. With my arousal I could tell my labia were swollen and large; I had always worried they were too big in general. I could scarcely believe how wet I was, a clear string of fluid forming between my panties and my vagina as she pulled them away. My entire body felt hot, and I was so glad she was the first one to see me like this.

"Guys will really like that, Annika," she said, not taking her eyes off me.

I nodded, barely hearing her in my urgency to see her, my fingers itching to get at her.

I hooked my fingers under her panties, lifting up slightly as I slid them off her. Her dark pubic hair came into view above her very pretty labia, pink and glistening in the light. I savoured the sight, the aroma of her arousal reaching my nose, and I was aching to touch her.

"It's so beautiful, Grace. I think we should maybe see what it's like to be touched," I said.

"Yeah, I think guys would want to kn-"

"Who cares what guys want. It's about what you want. And I want. And I know I want this with you, and the last few days with you has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I don't want this to stop, and I can't wait to see what happens between us next," I said firmly, wanting her to know my true feelings. I couldn't hide them from her anymore, and as enjoyable as our little game of practice was, I just wanted her now.

She gave me the biggest, brightest smile I could remember seeing from her, and she held my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. "I'm so, so happy you said that, Annika. You're all I could think about since we started this. Nobody has ever made me feel like you have. I want this, with you, and I've never felt so turned on ever," she said.

I couldn't stop kissing her after that. It was like I was unleashed upon her, finally giving into my arousal, allowing myself to act on my true feelings. I couldn't get close enough to her. I wanted to inhale her. My fingers found their way to her pubic hair, marveling at the softness, before touching her vagina, stunned at the heat and wetness. She let out an extended "Ohhhhh..." into my ear as I explored her, feeling her outer labia, my fingertips moving up and down the length of her opening. I spread her open, surprised at how far she could stretch, playing with her without any particular plan in mind. I was just thrilled to be touching her.

Her fingers found me also, burrowing into my pubic hair, eliciting a deep groan and twitch of my legs. She brushed over my clitoris and I felt an explosion of excitement shoot through me, reverberating up my spine and chest. My breathing hitched and caught, and she noticed, using her fingertips to rub my ultra-sensitive nub of tissue.

This only served to accelerate my efforts with her. Wondering if she was as sensitive as I was, my fingers sought out her clitoris, circling it lightly.

"Ohhhh, fuck," she swore, and I felt myself grow frantic at hearing those words. I had never heard Grace swear before; I knew she was really lost in this with me, and I desperately wanted to see her orgasm.

We found ourselves with faces close, hot, needy breaths and gasps filling our ears, eyes closing intermittently. We were working each other's clitorises, an acidic honey scent filling our noses. I could feel the sweat forming on my back as we played with each other, and I genuinely did not want this perfect moment to ever end.

She removed her hand from me, gripping around my back and shoulders like a vice, burying her head into my chest as she squealed and moaned. "Yes, yes, oh god it's going to happen, oh fuck," she grunted, pawing at me, the tension in her body so intense.

I nodded, holding her head to my chest as I continued to circle her clitoris. "Yes, oh god do it for me, please, orgasm for me, I really need you to, I want you to so badly," I pleaded, never stopping my movements. Her legs were so wide apart now, and I could feel her grip on me tightening.

"Yes, oh fuck Annika please don't stop, oh god, it's happening!" she exclaimed hoarsely, following it with a high-pitched cry, her body fully spasming now. She held me so tightly I swore I would have marks on my back after. Her legs crossed together, and everything in her seemed to coil and uncoil violently and repeatedly. I kept going, blissful with the knowledge that I was bringing Grace to orgasm. She was letting out more high-pitched mewling sounds, accompanying each new spasm, and I finally felt her iron grip start to loosen and relax.

She was panting, her head still buried in my breasts, and I brought my hands around her back, holding her close and feeling simultaneously aroused beyond belief and deeply satisfied with what had just happened. All I wanted to do was lie here and hold her. I kissed her head over and over, telling her how amazing she was and how beautiful she looked.

She finally looked up at me, a glowing sheen on her face. "Annika - oh my god. That was so incredible..." she whispered, kissing me gratefully and hugging me with unfiltered affection.

I giggled, smiling broadly. "Let's just hope that was the first of many for you," I teased.

"Speaking of," she said, starting to catch her breath now, "I think I owe you something." She smirked and I felt the pulsing between my legs intensify.

She kissed me, one of her hands finding my chest and starting to trace a line down between my breasts, my stomach, and down to the start of my pubic hair. I opened my legs in anticipation, dying for the feeling, aching for her to bring me to orgasm.

I exhaled sharply as her fingers moved through my pubic hair. Her fingers moved over my clitoris, the sensitivity and pleasure accompanying that simple movement just as breathtaking as before. She moved her fingers lower, running along the channel of my vagina, my labia parting for her. If I wasn't so aroused I would have been embarrassed at just how wet I was, because I could tell her fingers were becoming absolutely coated in my fluids.

"Wow Annika..." she whispered in my ear, and the effect of her warm breath and husky words was dramatic. I moaned immediately back, unable to hold myself back from clinging to her, both hands around her shoulders, in love with the moment.

She continued to run along my labia, up and down slowly, before spreading me apart like I did to her. It was so much more than I thought it would be; it was all-consuming. I was literally incapable of thinking of anything else. My vagina was unbelievably sensitive, and each time she brushed my clitoris I bucked slightly, overcome by the feeling.

No doubt recalling her own experience mere minutes ago, and encouraged by my responsiveness, she began to focus on my clitoris, rubbing it back and forth slowly. I closed my eyes, my mouth stuck open in a state of pleasure, panting and whimpering, squeezing her body close to me.

I was so worked up at this point that I could tell it would not take long for her handiwork to bring me to the brink. I felt the fluid drip down my body from the base of my labia as her fingers continued to flick and circle and rub. As I breathed and panted and clung to her I inhaled her beautiful musky scent, a slight sheen of sweat building up between our breasts. I was as much aroused at being close to her as I was by what she was doing to me.

"Oh god yes, you feel so good," she whispered, her pace increasing. I wanted so badly to reply with sexy words of my own, but I found myself unable to do anything but hold on to her and bask in the sensations washing over me. I began to move my hips back and forth, desperate for her hand, the friction of her fingers such a beautiful contrast to my liquid velvet.

"It's going to happen, isn't it?" she asked in my ear, her lips touching my lobe. I nodded quickly and sharply as I held her so tightly, our breasts mashed together, humping her fingers shamelessly.

The whimpers were flowing out of me quickly now, and I could feel an unyielding pressure build inside me. It started from deep within my stomach, expanding out to my chest and breasts, connecting with my vagina. It was like my body was out of control, like it wasn't mine now; it wouldn't listen to me if I tried to stop it. All I could do was hold her and let out a steady low groan as it built and built.

I was actually alarmed at how strong it became. Grace never stopped rubbing my clitoris, and I had no idea my body could spasm like that. It rocked me, quick pulses on and off, completely incapacitating me as my whimpers stopped, silently riding it as my breath was extinguished.

I was flooded with pleasure, joy, and love as I could feel my body finally begin to relax. I realized Grace had been kissing me and whispering something to me as I orgasmed, but I was oblivious to what it was. I kept my eyes shut, cheek in the crook of her neck, breathing hard, trying to come to terms with how phenomenal that was.

She brought both arms around my back, and we lay there together. I panted, feeling her body's warmth, the scent of our arousal still playing on my nose.

I looked up at her. "Grace, you are so amazing. I - I'm so glad we did this, and that you were the one to do it," I said, my affection for her growing exponentially with every passing breath. I kissed her lips, a different kind of kiss, one that felt grateful as opposed to needy.

"Annika - I was so worried after our first night that you would stop the whole thing. It was the most amazing thing I've ever done, and I'm so glad you're here for it. I can't imagine doing this with anyone else," she said quietly.

"I couldn't even think about anything else after our first kiss. I've been walking around in a daze these last couple of days," I admitted, wanting to share all my feelings with her simultaneously.

She squeezed her arms around me tightly. "Who knew that we would end up like this?"

I giggled, staring into her eyes. "Not me. But one thing is for sure..." I said with a playful tone.

"What's that?" she asked, a laugh in her question.

I smirked at her. "I guess we'll have to practice a bunch more won't we?"

She giggled and kissed me several times, our affection palpable. "You're right. Daily practice is in order, I think."

I took her hand and held it in mine. "I really like you, Grace."

She squeezed my hand in hers. "I like you a lot, Annika."

We lay in each other's embrace, hand in hand, and it was the happiest I could remember feeling in a very long time.