A safe space to explore

Heather watched Taylor closely. She was heaving for breath between her riotous orgasm and the three girls' laughing fit. But for all the crazy hunger between her and Hannah, there was tenderness, too, and trust. She kinda...

She kinda wanted to trust another girl like that.

Heather rolled onto her side and ran her finger in circles around one of Taylor's nipples. The other girl purred and stuck her chest out.

“Well... I don't want to be that straight girl, but–“

“You want to sit there while we eat you out,” Hannah finished for her. All of them started laughing again.

“I know, I know!” Heather managed to get out. “But it... well, one, just Taylor. I'm sorry!” she quickly said while Taylor laughed hardest of all at Hannah's offended look, “but you look way too much like your sister. It's hard getting over that. And, two, you seem like you have... fun together. You enjoy each other. And I, you know, maybe it wouldn't be... so bad, I guess, if I could work my way up to that.” Her voice faltered several times and fizzled out right at the end. She was having a hard time putting the idea into words. At least, putting it into words she was comfortable with.

“Because we tell each other what we like,” Taylor rasped through full, feminine lips. The first woman to taste her. Heather felt self-conscious for staring, a most unHeatherlike feeling.

“But what happens when one of you wants to do something you haven't tried before so you don't know if you like it or not? Where do you start?” Her face burned now, aware of just how close she was to Taylor's soft, warm skin. Taylor rolled away from Hannah to face Heather. She put an arm under the younger girl's head and pulled her closer.

“The brain is the sexiest organ of all, Ravers,” Taylor teased. “So we get as close as we can. Either by being honest about what we think and feel, or what we think we're going to think and feel. Or...”

Taylor's lips closed over Heather's, and the two girls floated away into their own little world, her face cupped in Heather's hands. Afraid she'd fall away if they drifted apart for even a second.

“Tell me what you like,” Taylor whispered down to her new student between kisses. Not ordering but pleading, filled with the want to show Heather she didn't have to fear these feelings. “What can I do that will make you feel good?”