"Wow..."

The air felt thick in your lungs as you took a breath, watching the end of the video.

"Wow, that was..." you struggled to find the right words; it felt hot in the kitchen, and you sipped some wine, hoping to cool off a bit. "That was, actually kinda hot."

*More than kinda,* said a voice in your head, *you'd be touching yourself if you were alone right now.* You tried to ignore the voice, but it wasn't wrong.

Aimee looked back at you, raising an eyebrow, "I'm kind of surprised you think so. I mean, you seemed kind of..."

"Boring?" You finished the sentence for her, and you both giggled a bit at the awkward conversation.

"Well yeah, I guess. I didn't even think you were into women!" She smiled, her expression hard to read. "So... Does that mean you *are* into women?"

You smiled back, a knot of wresting butterflies filling your stomach. "Maybe..."

Aimee was very close, suddenly, her eyes and lips filling your sight. Vaguely you realized that you'd both turned toward each other in your seats. You glanced down, eyeing Aimee's chest for a moment. "You're... Really beautiful, Aimee." It was hard to think straight, having her this close. Her peach scent filled your nostrils and the room spun faster.

"You're drunk..." Aimee started, but you stopped her with a hand on her knee.

"*You're* drunk. I'm just a bit buzzed." You leaned closer, slow and deliberate, and pressed your lips to hers. She resisted a moment, then welcomed the kiss, her mouth slipping open and her arms wrapping around you. Then everything seemed to speed up.

Her lips were soft against yours, her body softer, pressed against your own chest so that her breasts dwarfed your own. Your arms laced around her, pulling her against you as one of you moaned into the kiss. You felt her hands looping around behind you to close on your butt. Her hands felt electric on your body.

"Mmm I knew you had a great ass, but... Mmmmm" Aimee whispered, breaking the kiss a moment. "You... You're married, Stefi. Are you sure..."

She trailed off as you kissed her neck, moving down as your hands pulled up at her shirt. You were gasping - when did you get so horny? "Don't care right now," you tried, then changed it, "I need this right now." She stopped resisting you, and pulled you against her, hard, with a giggle.

"Mmm... I love a bad girl," she purred, biting your ear, "I'll take my shirt off... If you take off those pants."

You didn't even hesitate, shucking your jeans, and then gasped as you felt her dig her fingers into you butt, grabbing a handful of you through your panties. Your gasp became a shallow moan. Greg had never done that!

Aimee was standing behind you, her naked breasts pushed against your back as she kissed your neck in the spinning kitchen. Your legs were trembling, and the heat between your legs was quickly building from a spark to a small fire.

"Aimee, oh wow... You're really good at this..."

She giggled into your neck, sending goosebumps down your back between the warmth of her breasts. "You haven't seen anything yet, Stefi. I'm gonna have some fun with you..."

You turned around, intending to say something clever, but then you found your hands on her chest, lifting and caressing her boobs as she laid a dizzying barrage of kisses on your neck and collarbone. Her hands were still working your ass, and you felt the heat between your legs intensifying.

You'd never been with a woman before, and a week ago you wouldn't have thought about it, but when Aimee's fingers started to roam over the front of your panties, you just wanted more. Your legs went weak and you collapsed against the island, facing her onslaught. You reached back, struggling to find purchase on the tiled surface as she backed you up into a sitting position on the counter.

"Aimee..." You tried, but broke off into several quick, needy breaths, "I want to feel you inside me... Please..." You *needed* this, right now.

Aimee's hand slipped under your panties and brushed your clit and you moaned, struggling to bring more of yourself into contact with her hand. She giggled up at you, then sat at one of the stools in front of you, her fingers dancing over your vulva.

"Aimee..." you had meant to sound insistent, but you got pleading instead.

If Aimee's grim were any wider, her head would fall off. "Stefi, we can't rush your first lesbian sex! Just relax!" She *finally* slipped a finger inside you, her thumb teasing your clit, and your legs went weak with pleasure. You closed your eyes, feeling your panties slide down your legs and out of your awareness.

*It feels so good to just do what your body wants,* said that voice, and you couldn't help but agree.

Then Aimee's mouth was on you, and her tongue was inside you, or on your clit? She was everywhere, and you sagged back on your elbows, your legs spread over her shoulders as she leaned at your pussy with expertise and enthusiasm. Somebody was moaning, and everything felt *so* good!

You felt an orgasm approaching, and reached down to lace your fingers through Aimee's soft hair, urging her to continue with mumbled pleas and plaintive moans.

Then you saw headlights in the window as Greg pulled into the driveway.