They kiss again

Winlay did not have a great deal of experience with kisses. Her mother of course kissed her as a child, and before the tension over Winlay's commitment to the Church there were great hugs from her father that ended with his beard tickling her cheek as he kissed her before setting her back on her feet. Other than those kisses on only three separate occasions she had experimented with kissing people who were not family members.

Winlay had been fourteen when she and her best friend decided that they had better practice kissing before the midwinter dance. Their kisses had been little more than a mashing of lips together, and after two or three attempts both of them agreed that kissing was much less fun than the spirited dancing and singing that would continue all through the long dark night stopping only with the break of dawn in the East.

The other two times involved young men. During a long game of hide-and-seek she found herself sharing a closet with the older brother of one of her friends. He was two years older than her and she was excited that he would be interested in a sixteen year old like her. His kisses were both demanding and sensual and Winlay finally understood what the big deal was about. They necked silently for several minutes in the dark confined space, his tongue exploring her mouth and his hands groping her through her clothing sending waves of new emotions flooding through her blosomming body. Only when he tried to slip his hand into her blouse to feel her just ripening breasts did she panick. As she struggled to free herself from his arms, they both fell through the door into the sight of her friends who laughed at her disheveled appearance. She later found out that the whole encounter had been set up as a bet to see how far he could get with Winlay.

Her last kiss had been with Joezif, an apprentice cartwright who had been courting her optimistically (with her father's encouragement) for over six months. When he heard that she had decided to join the Sisters of Xelta Joezif led her out onto the farmhouse's porch and proposed to her. When she turned him down he challenged her to let him kiss her, confident that when she felt his lips on hers that any silly notions of joining the Church would be discarded. His kiss was clumsy and dull, the fiery ardor that he felt was totally missing from her. That awkward kiss alone would have been enough to convince her that a life of chastity and service to the Church were perfect for her.

Mika's kiss was different from any of her previous experiences, Winlay realized as their soft lips touched, it was neither clumsy nor disingenuous. Her embrace didn't try to swallow Winlay and claim her, instead the kiss was an invitation to share. Winlay couldn't help but respond to the contact of her mouth and the two girls shifted closer to experience the emotional warmth of their touching. Her eyes closed and lips opened instinctively and Mika's agile tongue darted in to caress her mouth making Winlay gasp with unexpected pleasure.

Darts of fire seemed to explode like fireworks in her brain and she could feel a warmth building in her stomach that had nothing to do with the high temperature in the boiler room complex. Tentatively she traced Mika's teeth with her tongue and soon was French kissing her best friend passionately as they sat together on the couch. Everything about this experience was pleasant, Winlay tingled from the roots of her hair all the way down to the tips of her fingers and toes.

Suddenly their positions changed and Mika had straddled her legs, sitting on her lap pressing her lips to Winlay's again. This time Winlay could feel the contact of the bare skin of their thighs where the work-shirts had been pushed aside as well as the press of Mika's hard flat stomach and ribs against the curve of her belly and bosom. After a final deep kiss. Mika slowly lifted her lips from hers. The blonde's face was flushed with color and her blue eyes sparkled with joy.

"We'd better stop before the Oracle wakes and we get him so excited he has a heart attack and passes." She giggled as she climbed from Winlay's lab. A quick look around the room reassured Winlay that the Oracle was still sound asleep and that Adam had not returned.

"You mean mad, not excited." Corrected Winlay, but Mika refused to concede the point.

"No, I meant excited. I can't explain exactly why, but trust me, men get excited when they see two women kissing." She paused to straighten the shirt that had become twisted in their passion and then continued with a teasing smile. "Do you want to give Adam a show later? I bet even his iron will would break." Winlay responded by pushing Mika the rest of the way off her, but felt an undeniable surge of carnal passion as she pictured her and Mika wearing only panties like they had been in Sister Margaret's workshop kissing and fondling each other's tits as Adam watched.

Would his famous Templar/Chevalier willpower snap? Which one of them would he pull into his embrace to satisfy his lust? Mika had assured her that Adam wanted her, but what would she do if he chose Mika?

What if he took them both!?!