Her lips curled into a sly smile, then her laughter, like bells, rang beautifully as I teased her about her new boyfriend. Her eyes kept darting around like they always did when we teased eachother. We were good friends, we talked about everything when we had our late Sunday brunches, but she was so shy about sex - one of my favorite topics. At least her blushing cheeks said she was shy, but her eyes darting around, looking helplessly for something else to focus on told me that she was excited.

There was a silence, and I loved making her uncomfortable. She squirmed as she took a sip from her mug of tea. Her eyes darted away from me again as she caught my eyes watching her mouth. Her pretty lips. Her tongue slicking accross the bottom one as she put her cup down. It was my turn to smile, not caring. She hadn't told me to stop; the blush was gone, but the excited eyes remained along with a thick sexual tension that dripped like little droplets of sweet sweat.

I uncrossed my legs then and set my cup back on the table. She was watching me, and I let her. I scooted out of my chair and came to her accross the floor on my knees. She was cute. Her hands were holding onto her seat, as if she was going to fall out of it, she knew what I was thinking, and we both giggled as I touched her hand lightly. I rose up onto my knees then then, parting her legs to rest between her thighs. She was uncomfortable then, and I felt her tense. I wanted to kiss that lovely mouth. My hand found one of hers and brought it to my lips. I tasted her skin, which was creamy milky smooth like my own. She watched intently, but kept so very still. She let my lips find the sweet skin on her neck just below her ear and above her beautiful collarbone. I heard her suck in a breath, then let it hiss out. I was still holding her hand, assuring her. Her chest, began to rise and fall a bit faster with her quickening breath. I felt her pulse on my lips, and smirked, when i saw a flicker of a smile accross her lips. My kisses found where my gaze had been, I had kissed up her jaw and cheek to her lips. She was sitting forward now, legs spread, and me on my knees between them. Her hand had come free of mine and she had her fingers intertwined with my long hair. She was kissing me back; our kisses tasted like our chai teas - spicy and sweet and warm. She let my hands massage her upper and inner thighs as our tongues found a rhythm and my hands danced along to it.

I opened my eyes to watch her kissing me when my hands found her button and zipper on her jeans. Surprisingly, she didn't skip a beat. I kissed her harder, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth as she spread her legs wider, then pushed her hips forward to me. She whimpered a little as my hand slipped down the front of her pants, resting on the smooth fabric of her delicate panties. I felt her swollen lips with my fingertips and hardening clit through her panties. Her kisses slowed as her hips started moving. She pushed her cunt into my warm palm.

I sat back on my heels then, and she only opened her eyes, gorgeous long lashes fluttering, when I removed my hand. She looked confused, then smiled shyly. I looked to her jeans, as if to tell her to take them off, and she understood. Suddenly she was back to shy again. She stood in front of me, and as her jeans slipped down over her hips, my hands went up the back of her thighs, smoothing over her sensitive skin confidently. I wanted to taste her. She flung her jeans with one graceful flick of her leg and foot, then sat back down. I uncrossed her legs again then, and moved closer. I bent my head to put kisses on her tummy, kissing the smooth skin between her navel and panties.