Lesbian Comfort

Joleyn's not entirely sure what she's chasing when she leans in, mouth open. Dido meets her halfway, tongue sliding past parted lips, slow and patient. Fingers trace the curve of her breast through the thin top, then slip underneath. Joleyn's breath catches. She likes the feel of a woman's hand where she used to dream of men. Dido unbuttons her, takes one nipple between her lips, sucks until it tightens. The girl on the bed moans and opens wider. Two bare bodies press close. Dido's thigh pushes between Joleyn's, steady pressure right where she throbs. Joleyn rocks once, then again, hips chasing that firm muscle. Dido's fingers find the wet seam between her legs and glide through it, lazy circles until Joleyn's knees shake. A soft kiss at her throat. A whisper that yes, wanting this is natural. Joleyn answers with a sharp, needy sound and pulls Dido's mouth back to hers.