“Shut up,” she murmured and then kissed me.
It was a soft, delicate kiss that took me by surprise because I still hadn’t finished talking. Her mouth parted and she pushed a little harder, her head shifted to one side and her right hand moved to the top button of my waistcoat. We parted and I swallowed as I felt the familiar sensations of arousal and I knew if she did that again I wouldn’t want her to stop.
I started rubbing her leg slowly and she smiled and began stroking my front. It went on for quite some time. Every now and then she’d stop at the top button of my waistcoat as if she was going to undo it, but then she’d go back to stroking. Her hand moved all over my front, up to my shoulders, through my hair and down my arm.
Most lesbians I knew would have made moves of their own but
