Liz allows herself to be studied and explored, tutoring Robin's virgin senses...

When Liz and Robin arrive at Liz's mansion, Liz parks the car right in front of the door, on the horseshoe-shaped driveway. Liz quickly takes the Robin's set of keys out of the ignition of the Jaguar and darts out of the car. She runs to the passenger side, opens the door and hauls out Robin carefully, yet quickly.

She quickly guides Robin up a small flight of stairs to the door, fumbling with her own set of keys as she goes. As she searches for the the door key, she thinks, "Note to self: You cannot multitask while your heart flutters. In fact, you know that. You just keep forgetting it..."

She finally manages to unlock the door in her frenetic pace. She pushes the door open with her foot and guides Robin inside. Liz quickly bumped a latch with her soaring fingertips, locking the door as it closed shut. Robin blinked to keep up and soon found herself hurried down a hallway, past a stairwell and the kitchen.

They come to a door at the end of the hallway. Smiling hungerily at Robin, Liz produces a key from the end of her necklace and slides it right into the lock. The door doesn't have a doorknob, so she has to lean against for it to open. She gently pulls Robin the last few steps of the journey.

The room is pitch black and there are no windows. When Liz hits the light switch with an elbow, the room is illuminated, but it doesn't say much why this room is so important to Liz. The whole room and its contents are white. There's a leather couch, a coffee table and a dresser drawer. Liz lowers Robin to the white tiled floor, roughly two feet away from the couch and quickly gets in front of her, towering over her with her fabulously killer smile.

Peering into Robin's still-dumbfounded face, she bent over and gently said with a smile of sin, "Watch this." Raising herself again, Liz threw off her favorite Gucci sweater, patterned with fancy teal and umber colors. Robin's eyes then explored a delightful image; a bra with... a black and white leopard print. As her own nipples seemed to sear right through the fabric, Liz held each bra-covered breast in her long yet exquisite fingers, pawing her full breasts slowly and lavishly.

If the quietness was intoxicating and mind-numbing, then the sheer pounding of Robin's blood through her shapely body was totally painful. Robin felt her heart shatter into a billion pieces when she was in the store several unusually long minutes earlier. Her heart shattered into a billion more, just looking at Liz as she swayed in the air, her soft, smooth fingertips glided over every inch of her body. Oh, God, how she wanted her. Oh, God, how she waited this long. Oh, God, if Liz never did anything... this would never have happened... AT ALL.

Much to Robin's utter dismay, Liz's fingers slipped downward, her thumbs tugging at each end of her tight-fitting jeans. Liz had slowly demonstrated to her frozen and groggy friend with a shrug that it was impossible to slide off her jeans, they had to be undone on the front. And so, her hands floated towards the front, unbuttoned the button, slid down the zipper and allowed the jeans to fall to the ground as Liz's hips swam through the air. Oh, God, how Robin wanted to grab the jeans and pull them off. Oh, God, how Robin wanted her to nuzzle her again. Just one burning, saucy breath to gain sustenance from... for the next few seconds, her brain pleaded. But she was unable to move, transfixed with the eyes, by the heart.

Liz had slowly danced out of each pant leg, then brushed the useless denim aside with a swinging ankle. And as Liz was making up her mind which article to take off next, Robin could only sit there in raw helplessness. Liz was the object of Robin's everlasting worship, for Liz was seen as no ordinary person, she was a true Goddess, clothed by a matching bra and panty set.

As Liz's hands slipped upward, Robin tried real hard to not black out. Sure, she had seen nude women before, she just never knew them as actual people. The magazines and the videos, they were always toys of Alex's. They never seemed real to Robin. It was too cold and distant for Robin to involve herself in. Sure, Alex tried to get her to just sit through a porno flick with her, but he would get tired of pleading with her. But this... this was different. She loved Liz as a friend... and as a sister. Now they will meld together in union as lovers.

As Liz slowly bent over, wagged, stuck and flicked her tongue at Robin in rather lewd ways, Robin only burned hotter and became more radiant. Her cheeks swelled to a color that was beyond "just a relative complementary" of the strawberry-colored dress she wore. Her cheeks arrived at a color that was exactly like the strawberry-colored dress. Liz could just imagine that Robin would taste just like strawberries, as the sight of the sweet, sweet color was burning a permanent and welcome place in Liz's brain.

Liz could only smile as her hands slid over her breasts again, feeling her taut nipples feel like solid diamonds and each touch was worth solid gold to her. Though Robin did not notice, Liz's knees began to quake a bit as each touch of her nipple ripped through her crazed body. She snaked her fingers over the clasp on her front... There. Finally, they were loose as the hair that hung on her head. And as the streaks of the fine golden silk had swayed and followed her head, so the bra would fall. And fall it did.

Robin's eyes burned with many, MANY spiraling emotions as she saw her breasts for the very first time. Robin absolutely loved how her areolas had blended into the pigment of Liz's soft, pale skin. Her eyes lingered on the size of each nipple and the size of each areola. True, utter perfection. She is a Goddess. Her full breasts hung like globes of milk and might, where gravity seemed to have no pull. Through a clouded mind, Robin then promised she would gently kiss and love with pride, each throbbing teat... as if it were her own. And as she did so, her lips ached for just such a promise to be fulfilled immediately. But that was just not to be, yet.

Her mind swam as Liz took each nipple into her waiting, salivating mouth. She saw the wonderous woman grip each globe as if it was each a delicate glass sculpture. Yet, the Goddess smiled down at Robin and continued to show her how one Goddess self-loves. Her flaming tongue spiraled around each wondrous nipple, leaving a sinful trail of saliva and lust. As her stunning aqua eyes looked down and noted, Liz had to keep moving to distract or Robin would surely faint.

So Liz parted ways, her hands leaving the treasures she groped for even greener pastures. Down, down, down slid her hands until the thumb had spun itself around the panties at her sides. And with the greatest of ease... and the strongest of Robin's concentration, the leopard print garment slid downward ever so slowly. Robin's raw eyes bulged at a beautifully pampered pussy. It was trimmed recently, even. Perhaps today. And once Liz knew Robin saw her pubic hair, she quickly kicked the panties off and fell backward. Liz landed with a bounce on the expensive white leather sofa with a slick finish to it. It was icy cold for an instant, being that it had a slick finish... but somehow became warm to the touch for the burning skin almost immediately afterward.

Liz pawed at her angel soft pubic hair, stretching her lips... covered by pure, golden wisps... wide open. Her personal "rose" had been blooming for an excruciating long time, and she knew which "gardener" was about to smell the musk and know so much more about it than most men... no, all previous men Liz knew. This gardener would be given explicit, guided and loving direction. After all, she is a lesbian virgin. And Liz was willing to teach as long as her course would take.

Even after Robin did nothing but continue to stare dumbfoundedly, Liz's quick bark shook some sense back into her. "Robin! I need you! Come here, my love!"

Startled and somewhat saddened that time continued to slip through her fingers, stealing away yet more time away from her experiences, Robin jumped to her knees and quickly crawled to her waiting partner. Liz pointed to her gleaming, proud sex and told Robin to inhale. She did so rather greedily, but what happened next provided much happiness for the both of them.

The raw, musky smell of flesh from Liz's oozing cunt made Robin's swimming brain snap back into place, at least somewhat. And much to Liz's delight, Robin was becoming addicted to the scent rather quickly. As her nose hovered inches from the center, she took all her lungs could hold, then she took some more. Finally, Liz had to stop her friend from getting too much out of just smelling, so she used her fingers, legs and, more importantly, the muscles within her vulva itself to fully open up for the benifit of her student's exploration.

Liz explained what all the essentials were, and why they were important. "...see that thing that looks like a button? That's the clit. The clitoris. It's almost like a female dick. It's quite sensitive. Touch me there when you want me to orgasm. Not now, though. And see this? This is the hood for the clit. It's like protection, although the clit can grow bigger than the hood during sexual arousment. And many times, it does..."

When she was done, Liz saw that Robin was heavily aroused and, more importantly, inspired, like she could conquer the world. So she urged her friend to conquer both of their worlds. At once.

Robin dove in with a curious lick and quickly grew to love the taste. "Mmmmm, you taste like passion fruit!" came the cry from Robin's slick lips. Liz smiled broadly and urged her to go on.

And go on she did, being careful not to touch the clit. Robin used her soft, delicate and manicured fingers to spread Liz's velvety soft "petals" as she ate from Liz. Her bobbing head, with her bright brown locks of hair bouncing about, proved to be all the entertainment Liz could stand as Robin greedily ate her melting juices. Liz's eyelids fluttered as her pulse quickened... When Liz impulsively bucked, her clit was hit in the confusion. And, as Liz cried out in furor and pleasure, Robin's face was drenched in the sweetness of Liz's best orgasm in years.

Liz instinctively and breathlessly apologized, but Robin shook it off. "It was good all around, wasn't it? Besides, the day is still young." Liz smiled broadly and quickly agreed. As Robin licked up the remaining juice off her lips and her partner's oozing orifice, she agreed to join Liz on the sofa for one long moment of groping and kissing and petting.