I angled my head and our lips touched. There was no hesitation. Our mouths opened, tongues out, wrestling, faces jammed together, hands clenching asses pulling in, wanting more. Kissing a woman was so different. Molly was soft, smaller. She smelled sweet. She moaned into my mouth, and I moaned into hers. We had dropped all our fences. After a minute or so we parted, our lips still touching. Molly sighed. "That was like nothing I've ever done."
"I loved kissing you." I replied. She smiled. "Me too."
Molly stepped back. I was filled with the desire to touch and lick every inch of this woman. She smiled. "Take my shirt off, Lisa. Please."
My hands shook as I slipped them under the hem of her tank top. I felt the skin of her waist as I pressed my hands up, bunching the fabric ahead of me. M
