Chapter 4

Nota bene: the chapter features mature content!

"It was unexpected!" I say. My eyes are blurred after the kiss, my breathing quickened.

"I thought I have been giving you all signals and hints," Alana replies, running her tongue over my lower lip, making my body tremble. "You're so beautiful!"

She takes me in her arms and carries me into the room. Not breaking my deep kiss, I'm touching her tender cheek.

"You are so sweet, Esti..." moans my new friend.

God, what am I doing!? I met her less than 24 hours ago. I don't want to stop it... She's like a dream: sexy, sensual and amazingly sapphic... I can't miss her – no pride today, only acute pleasure.

"Esti..." Alana kisses me on the lips. I raise my hands, and she presses my wrists against the pillow above my head. I feel strangely resigned when she is on top of me. I can't help but moan as Alana kisses the delicate skin of my neck. She squeezes my wrists a little tighter, and I start to fidget: I'm moving and spreading my legs, touching her calves with my feet.

"How beautiful you are," she whispers in my ear, and then leads a kissing path to my breasts, pressing her lips right through my shirt. "Can I take off your clothes?" asks Alana in a hoarse voice.

Things are getting so real that I don't give my consent right away. Alana freezes, panting, "Don't you want it?"

"Oh! I want! I want it!" I exclaim in embarrassment. "Let me take off my clothes myself..."

The young woman nods and sits down next to me; I, too, join her, slowly taking off my T-shirt. Alana looks at me without taking her eyes off. Her lips appear dark and sensual in the dim evening light. I'm not wearing a bra, and I cover my breasts shyly.

"Please don't hide them! You are so amazing," Alana says with a languid breath. I close my eyes, and she decisively takes my sensitive nipple with her cocky lips. I sob, grabbing onto her dark, silky hair.

Her tongue is hot and nimble. My breathing quickened and my moans grew louder. I have been wet and hot between my legs for a long time. As if feeling that I'm ready, she sinks her body lower. Without taking her shiny-black eyes off me, she gently spreads my legs.

Alana gently strokes and caresses my inner thighs, and then slowly touches her fingers to the damp material of my simple cotton panties.

I watch her actions with bated breath, admiring such a beautiful young woman who's with me now.

When my panties fall on the nightstand, I close my legs together.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!" Alana says excitedly.

"I know, and I trust you, I'm just scared," I admit honestly. "I haven't had a normal relationship for a long time. I'm afraid to do something wrong!"

"Sweet Esti, I'll do everything myself; I'll please you! You have nothing to worry about..."

Alana gently but persistently spreads my legs. I'm giving up, mounting them on her shoulders with a moan. I watch the woman lowering her head and gently kissing me between my legs. I sob again, lightly moving my hips towards her.

"You are so tasty," murmurs Alana, slowly working with her tongue as if she was eating some yummy ice cream: the tongue runs up and down, then she takes my tender skin in her mouth, then she bites my lower lips, causing shivers and restlessness and bliss. "You are tastier than any ice cream here or elsewhere," she says breathlessly, her mouth has become plumper and darker than before, and her eyes are like an endless black cosmos that draws me into its depths.