Definitely.

Lara was shocked, as much as the alcohol let her be, and pulled back reflexively. Sam pulled back too, her eyes opening wide with apprehension. For the first time since Lara had met her, Sam looked scared. Moving slowly and deliberately Lara slid her arm back around Sam, pulling her back in for another kiss. Their lips met tentatively several times before Sam recovered and took the lead again, reaching up to caress and hold Lara's cheek as the kiss intensified.

Lara was surprised, partly that Sam was an incredible kisser, but more that she started to get into it herself. Both of their movements were clumsy in their addled state but for the same reason neither of them cared. Their mouths were opening a little wider, taking more of the other in as their limbs started to intertwine. Before long tongues got involved and whatever was holding them back before was thrown to the wayside as they hungrily french kissed and Sam started to undo the buttons on Lara's shirt. Lara didn't notice until Sam disengaged from her mouth and she came up for air, gasping.

Sam rolled her onto her back, moving on top of her as she traced kisses down her jaw... down her neck, Lara moaned as she stopped to suck on the sensitive flesh... and down her collarbone to rest between her bosoms. Lara's shirt had been fully unbuttoned but continued to shield her mammaries from view. Since she hadn't left the room today she hadn't bothered with a bra and Sam nuzzled her way down the bare stretch of skin in appreciation. Stopping to shower her stomach in light little hickies, Sam slid her hands up Lara's sides to clear the way for her mouth.

Slowly dragging the offending garment up and away, Sam took her time moving back up Lara's perfect stomach. Her tongue shot out to flick at the warm skin, eliciting a gasp from Lara and a wave of goosebumps spreading across her skin. Pausing to tongue Lara's belly button for a few seconds, through which Lara moaned while running her hands through Sam's hair, Sam continues flicking her tongue across Lara's exposed skin all the way up to her right breast. Raising her head to gaze at the perfect globe as she lifted away it's cover, Sam stared in fascination as the nipple contracted and hardened under her gaze. The goosebumps continued across the lovely sphere and Sam lightly traced them over Lara's ribs and circled her breast, Lara shivering from the caresses. Palming the globe Sam gave it a few soft but firm squeezes before leaning forward and giving the nipple a lick and taking it into her mouth.

No rational thought is going through Lara's mind right now, just a wild muddle of half-formed ideas whirling around amidst the all-consuming pleasure. She gasped out jumbled words of encouragement as Sam gently kneaded her breast, suckling with increasing vigor on the nipple as she worked it with her lips and tongue. Clumsily raising her other hand she grabbed a handful of Lara's other tit, which was exactly how much there was to grab, and massaged it a little more roughly than its sister. After a few more minutes she switched breasts, sucking on the sister tit with abandon while fingering the tenderized peak she left behind. Lara had never known her breasts could give this much pleasure, she felt like she might orgasm just from the mammary stimulation.