Lesbian Seductions #04

Brianna shows up at Lezza Jones’s door in a summer dress that clings to her thighs. She says she keeps dreaming about girls and doesn’t know what that means. Lezza invites her in, pours two glasses of cold water, and sits close enough that their knees touch. When Brianna admits she has never felt another woman’s hands on her, Lezza reaches over and traces one finger along the edge of Brianna’s neckline, slow enough that the cotton slips a little lower. She strokes the line between breastbone and collarbone, then lowers her palm until it rests over the top swell of Brianna’s breast, thumb brushing once across the hardening nipple through the fabric. Brianna exhales, eyes wide. Lezza leans in so her lips barely brush Brianna’s ear and asks if she likes the way that feels. She slides the hand lower, cupping the weight of both breasts and squeezing gently, learning their shape. With her other hand she pushes the dress straps off Brianna’s shoulders until the cotton puddles around her waist. Lezza circles one taut nipple with the tip of a wet finger, watches it tighten, then lowers her head and takes it into her mouth. The soft, careful suction makes Brianna’s spine arch. Lezza moves across to the other breast, drags her tongue over the nipple, then sucks harder until Brianna’s breathing turns shaky. She drops her hand between Brianna’s thighs, presses the damp center of her panties and rubs once, slow, pressing the fabric inward so the girl can feel how soaked she already is. Then she eases the panties down Brianna’s legs and opens her with two fingers, sliding in knuckle-deep while her thumb circles the swollen clit in tight, steady strokes. Brianna’s hips lift; her moans come quiet and raw. Lezza keeps the rhythm, mouths one nipple again, curls her fingers just right. When Brianna finally comes it ripples through her belly and thighs, shaking the glass table, and Lezza never looks away.