Pull her down to kneel with you

Instinctively you grab her by the wrist and pull her down, so she's kneeling right next to you. Nothing in this situation should come instinctively. This is a strange, unfamiliar, but wonderful situation you're in. You don't know what told you to get her close to you.

Maybe it's that her closeness is comforting. Or maybe it's that you want to see the look on her face, to make sure she's as happy, excited, and turned on by this development as you are. Or maybe you want to kiss her, knowing your mouth is covered in her best friend's juices.

You do that last one. Pulling her close and pressing your lips to hers, your tongues tangling around each other. She moans. Unless there's something she hasn't told you, this is her first taste of another woman. And it's on your tongue. The thought is wonderful.

It's a long kiss. It's a passionate kiss. Your two bodies press against one another, inter-tangling limbs just as you're inter-tangling tongues. Somehow in the moment you manage to pull her bra down and off her warm body.

You've seen Katie's breasts hundreds, if not thousands of times. But somehow in this instance, exposing them to you, and to Samantha, it's different. Somehow it signifies inviting her into this moment. Even if Samantha can't see them from where she's lying.

Which reminds you, Samantha is still just lying there, legs spread. Her fingers have taken over for you, as you've paused to make out with Katie. But it's time Samantha's eager slit gets some attention again.