Some time later, Lara said
"I can hear you breathing."
She turned around, so we lay face to face. I slid down a little bit wih my head just above her breasts, so she could not hear my breathing or feel my heart beat. I was embarrassed. In this position, I could feel her heart beat. Was it not rather fast as well? And why were we lying tight like this anyway, with my bed just across the room? I fell half-asleep again.
We must have lain like this for at least two hours, before Lara put her arms around me. I snuggled up to her, pretending to go back to sleep. Some five minutes later, she started stroking my shoulder blade, very carefully. I did not react at all. She went on, and I extended my neck a little bit, bringing my face closer to hers. I was breathing against her neck like this. She bent her head down a little bit and was breathing into my hair. She gave me a peck onto the top of my head, and I gave her a peck on her neck, below the ear, and put my arm around her. We stayed like this for a long time.
I moved back up, almost level, just to find a more comfortable positions, initially, but then I found myself kissing her chin from below. I wrapped my leg around her. She pulled her chin in and our lips met for the first time. Soft lips. I slid all the way up to her, so we were level. I kissed her again, properly, this time and started stroking her healthy thick curly hair. Both our lips were slightly parted. It was very weird to feel our breasts touching, normally, my breasts would press up against a flat square chest at that stage. We kissed.
Lara's hand ventured down to the side of my ribcage and stroked me there. My kisses became more demanding and she gave way and opened her mouth. She tasted sweet, nice, but not particularly different. I had not been snogging in months, so I just enjoyed the sensation.
We parted from our kiss and I opened my eyes. She was looking at me with her piercing green eyes, that were so familiar, but so much closer than I was used to. From my ribcage, her hand moved down to my breast, stroking it with the back of her fingers. She still looked at me, and the expression on my face told her how much I liked feeling her hand there. She started running her hand across both my breasts, from one to the other. I smiled at her in delight, and touched her lips with my fingertips. Her lips parted and I leaned in to kiss her again.
Her hand soon found its way down my back and she started stroking my bum and the back of my thigh that was wrapped around her. She was clearly more courageous than I was. I ran my fingertips down her neck and over her breast. She was not wearing a bra, so I could feel her hard nipple against my fingertips through the fabric of her vintage top. My fingers travelled down, back up again, and then, on the way up, they stopped for my hand to cup her breast.
"You've never done this before, have you?"
she asked. I looked into her eyes, took her nipple between forefinger and thumb, and, pinching it gently, I replied
"No."
and started to pull up her top.
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