A Sapphic Transition

Emily woke up, early in the morning before Deondra did. She took a few minutes, just enjoying the calm and peace and tranquility of this environment. She breathed in the sweet musk of Deondra, arching her head and planting her nose just centimeters away from Deondra's flesh, carefully and quietly sniffing from her armpits down to her crouch. God, she thought, why am I getting wet?

She shook her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. She went to the kitchen, starting the coffeemaker and making eggs and bacon. About twenty minutes later, Deondra came out, her hair naturally curly and frizzy, wearing an oversized robe.

"Damn, that smells good," she said.

"Thanks, Dee," Emily said brightly. "It's not much, but anything to help repay what you've done for me."

"Oh, don't mention it," Deondra said, waving her off.

"No," Emily said, a little more firmly. "I will mention it, because its more than anyone else did for me out on the streets. But ..."

"But...?" Deondra said, arching her eyebrow.

"I think ... I dunno. I feel kinda funny sleeping with you. Like ... I want more."

"More?" Deondra asked, arching her other eyebrow. Then she smiled, leaning in and kissing the young white girl. Somewhat to her surprise, Emily melted into her kiss.

They ate breakfast while it was still hot, but were more busy groping each other, kissing each other, everything a prelude. Then they wandered back to bed. Emily pushed Deondra onto her back.

"I've been breathing this in, day after day," Emily said hungrily. "And now I want it so fuckin' bad."

She peeled off Deondra's stained shirt and shorts, tugging off her panties as if she was unwrapping a Christmas present. And then she started, at the armpits again, burrowing her nose into them, planting soft kisses, causing Deondra's skin to goosebump.

"Damn, baby ... you are fuckin' hungry," Deondra observed.

"Yeah," Emily agreed, planting kisses until she reached Deondra's nipples, and sucking at them as if she wanted milk to come out. "Never been interested in a woman until now ... but ... fuck."

Deondra smiled, laying back and letting the white girl feast. And feast she did. Her tongue flicked into Deondra's navel, she licked every inch of Deondra's feet, she laved Deondra's thick thighs and belly, and ate her pussy and ass with equal zeal. It was as if she wanted to memorize this moment forever, every bit of scent and taste that she could muster from the stoutly-built Black woman. And she wanted nothing for herself, even after Deondra orgasmed.