“Scared of you? No. Scared of me? Yes. I don’t trust myself to not touch you.” Randy shivered with arousal.
“You don’t want to touch me?” Stacy asked innocently.
Randy tried to laugh “I’m not dead. I want to touch you more than anything, but I don’t want to scare you away.”
Stacy reached out and took Randy’s hand in hers; she kissed it first and then brought it to her right breast, squeezing it with her own hand. “I want you to touch me but I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“We can be careful, only if you’re certain you want this. I don’t want you to ever regret it.” Randy said gently.
Stacy nodded her head. “I don’t know what to do; you will have to show me.”
Randy smiled. “We will figure it out together. Come over here.” She patted the other side of the bed.
Stacy walked around the bed, standing still as she reached for the bottom of her shirt. She saw Randy’s eyes follow the path of her hands and she found it turned her on to have Randy watching her strip. She pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her eyes were still on Randy.
Randy took a deep breath as her eyes never left Stacy. She was blown away by how beautiful she was standing there, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, skin tight shorts and naked from the waist up. “Oh God, what I am I getting into?” She said out loud.
Stacy reached for her shorts, stopping to ask “Do you want me to leave?” Uncharacteristic self-consciousness started to creep in.
“No way. What I want, is to see the full picture, please.” Randy said almost pleading for Stacy to complete her task.
Stacy smiled briefly. “Okay, like this?” She pushed her shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. She lingered briefly, liking the sexy feeling that Randy’s eyes roaming over her naked body, gave her. She lifted the covers and crawled in, scooting close to Randy.
Randy blinked as if to clear her thoughts. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe you are here, naked, in my bed next to me. If I’m dreaming, don’t ever wake me up.”
Stacy giggled “You’re not dreaming. I might be though. I want to touch you until I’ve touched every inch of you. I want to know if you want me as much as I want you.”
Randy sighed. “This is not exactly the scenario I had dreamt of, I’m sorry. I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You frustrate me more than anyone I’ve ever known, but I can’t stand when you’re not around. At first, I thought I hated you. Then I realized it wasn’t hate, I just wasn’t used to be challenged and it irritated me.” She closed her eyes tight. “When I heard your voice in that grocery aisle and realized that the officer being threatened by that jerk off was you I thought I would puke. I couldn’t think about the possibility that he would pull that trigger and I would lose you before I had a chance to tell you.”
Stacy positioned herself carefully next to Randy so she didn’t bump her leg. She reached up and touched her face. “Tell me what?” She asked gently.
Randy opened up her eyes and looked into the beautiful ones looking back at her. “Tell you that I had fallen in love with you. I tried to deny what I felt because you were straight.”
“I’m sorry that you felt so conflicted. It’s my fault. I’ve been so confused. These feelings I have for you are so different and scary to me. When I realized I was attracted to you, I tried to deny it because I thought everyone would think it was a joke. I mean, with both of my sisters being gay, I felt like people would think I was just faking it.” Stacy leaned her forehead down to rest it on Randy’s shoulder.
Randy stroked her hair as she laid there. “What feelings do you have?” She asked.
Stacy leaned back up on her elbow, looking into Randy’s eyes. “I agree with you. There were times when I thought I hated you, but I didn’t. I don’t. You just have a way of getting under my skin and I was afraid that you could see right through me. I was afraid you could see how much I wanted you, but I couldn’t admit it.”
Randy reached up and pulled Stacy towards her until their lips met. She heard a sigh from Stacy or maybe it came from her? She felt Stacy yield to her pressure and open her mouth slightly. Her tongue met Randy’s as they explored and kissed deeper. After a few minutes, Stacy broke the kiss, leaning back.
“How did I know you would be that soft? I dreamt about your mouth, kissing me. Kiss me again, I want more.” Stacy demanded.
Randy responded with a groan, reaching to pull her down to her mouth again. The kiss became a flurry of tongues dueling and teeth nipping at the others’ lips.
Stacy needed more and her hand found its way under Randy’s shirt, stopping when it reached one full breast. She cupped it and squeezed, thinking about how she liked her own played with. She pinched the nipple softly between her thumb and index finger, rolling it slightly. The feel of Randy’s breast in her hand turned her on so much; she couldn’t control the slight growl that escaped her.
“Oh God, I can’t believe this is really happening.” Randy rolled her head back in forth. If I didn’t have a messed up leg, I’d have you right this minute.
Stacy laughed “Oh believe it. You feel so good, I need to see you. I need to see you like earlier tonight, with nothing covering you.” She helped Randy sit up and quickly pulled her shirt off, laying her back
