She stays careful like Sir said.

"It's complicated," Bailey answers, remembering what Sir told Pet. Be open and honest, say what you feel comfortable with, let her make the first move.

"Should I ask, or just leave that alone?" Sarah laughs a little bit, still holding Bailey's hand, their fingers entwined, definitely no longer just a friendly thing.

Bailey shrugs. "I'm not sure if you want to know, but you can ask." She smiles. "Let's say I'm not tied down, but I'm also not single. Sort of."

"Hmm." Sarah frowns, thinking. "Now I'm trying to decide what to say next."

Bailey is still smiling, feeling her face flushed, her racing heart going ever-faster. "You can ask me whatever you want, Sarah. You can always ask me for anything." A second too late, she hears the way that sounds, and tenses.

Sarah grins, almost predatory. "Anything?"

Bailey blushes, but nods her head, keeping her eyes on Sarah's. "Anything."

Sarah is checking her out, studying her, afraid that maybe this isn't really what it seems like. But it's too much to pass on; she's been dreaming of Bailey since before graduation. "My place is about thirty minutes from here. You'll need to drive, because I took the bus."

The ride back to Sarah's upscale brownstone is quiet, both of them nervous, both a little afraid to actually take this step. They're both aware this is a big risk, both for them personally, and for their friendship. Sarah holds Bailey's hand the whole way, giving it the occasional comforting squeeze. When they park across from her home, Sarah lets go long enough to jump out and circle around the car to open Bailey's door for her, and then grips her hand again, pulling Bailey out and guiding her toward the front door. The inside is immaculate, artfully decorated, a few pictures of Sarah, and a conspicuous large framed photo of the two of them on graduation day. As soon as they get inside, Sarah lets go and rushes into the kitchen. "Do you want a glass of wine or something?" she calls back to Bailey, who has walked over to the large white and gray sofa set. Bailey places her purse on the table, looking around at the living room. There's a large bookshelf and an expensive stereo system; there are more pictures of Sarah with her parents on their place up in Maine.

"Remember the summer we spent up there?" Sarah asks softly, having come out of the kitchen with two glasses of wine.

"Best summer of my life," Bailey murmurs, turning around and facing the taller woman. She takes the glass of wine, looks at Sarah, wants her so badly.

Sarah is close enough Bailey can smell her perfume, a sweet and subtle smokey smell, and the slight salt smell of Sarah's own body. Bailey is so turned on she's practically vibrating, screaming internally for Sarah to touch her. Without looking away from Sarah, Bailey places her drink on the shelf, and moves a little closer to her. "You're shaking," Sarah observes, putting her drink down, too, lifting her hand to gently touch Bailey's sleeve, the lightest brush. Again, lightning fires from Sarah's fingertips up and down Bailey's spine.

Bailey doesn't speak, doesn't move, just holds perfectly still. Sarah's other hand goes to Bailey's waist, another gentle touch, and then Sarah leans forward, closes the distance between them, and her lips brush Bailey's, soft and willing, the two of them kissing once, hesitantly, then deeper, their lips joined. "Bailey," Sarah says, beginning to offer Bailey a way out, but Bailey leans in and grabs the back of Sarah's head, pulling her in for another, much more erotic and involved kiss. That's enough to make Bailey's desires clear, and Sarah pulls her toward the sofa, the two of them falling back onto the couch as they roll together, kissing hungrily, legs entwining as they pick up an urgent speed, Sarah's hands sliding to Bailey's bottom, caressing her ass through her dress. Bailey's hands go to Sarah's waist, her hands sliding nder Sarah's top to feel the tight muscles of Sarah's belly.

Sarah's lips go to Bailey's throat, kissing and suckling on her; Bailey lets out a low moan, her body tingling, her thighs clamped around Sarah's leg, her damp panties rubbing against Sarah's slacks. She can feel Sarah's hands pulling her skirt up, then pulling her panties down. Bailey gives another moan as Sarah lifts her and spins them in place so Bailey is under her, her skirt falling back to reveal her shaved pussy, a small patch of red-blonde hair above her mound. For a second, Sarah sits up enough to see all of Bailey beneath her, and Sarah's appreciative stare causes Bailey's blood to boil with lust. She spreads herself, her legs parting wide so Sarah can see her without anything in the way. Bailey's own hands have lifted Sarah's top and reached behind her to unhook and remove her bra. Sitting up, Bailey sucks Sarah's nipple into her mouth, kissing and nibbling Sarah's large brown nubs. Sarah groans in pleasure, grabbing Bailey's head and holding her tight. "Yessss," she hisses, kissing the top of Bailey's head, then, almost reluctantly, pushing Bailey back onto the sofa and dropping down on top of her, kissing her throat, pulling Bailey's top up and off, dropping it to the floor, kisses her breasts, down over her pale freckled belly, lower and lower. When Sarah's lips brush against Bailey's clit, she feels the smaller woman whimper and begin to squirm. Flicking her tongue in sweet circles around Bailey's clit, her fingertip tracing her damp pussy lips, Sarah slips the tip of her finger into Bailey's cunt. She feels Bailey opening up to her, boiling hot, dripping wet, her salty taste on Sarah's tongue as Sarah begins licking her, pumping her finger into Bailey's body, arcing back to brush Bailey's g-spot in time with Sarah's suckling on her clit.

Bailey is in Heaven, finally living out her long-suppressed fantasies. Laid back on the sofa, opened for her lover's touch, Bailey's mind is totally in the moment, on the incredible feelings running through her. She's building toward an orgasm, much faster than she would have thought possible, and within a few seconds, for the only time with someone other than Tommy and Nicki, she suddenly feels the warm electric rush of her orgasm rip through her, and she calls out, a happy cry of pleasure, moaning Sarah's name over and over. Sarah doesn't stop, still licking and sucking and fingering her, straight through a second wet orgasm, then a shocking third. Bailey's is some other world now, her body limp and shuddering as she comes over and over, first screaming and then eventually gasping until she slips away into a hazy tingling sweaty mess.

Sarah sits up, her face slick with Bailey's juices, her fingers finally sliding from Bailey's pussy. She slips down behind Bailey, holding her close and kissing her neck. "You are so beautiful, Bailey," she whispers, pulling her tight.

"You-" Bailey starts, trying to collect her thoughts. "You didn't-"

Sarah laughs gently. "It can be my turn later, lover." She thinks for a second, then takes the plunge. "I've been dreaming of doing that to you every single night of my life since we were young. Trust me, if you so much as breath on me, I'm likely to pass out from the world's most intense and delayed orgasm."

Bailey curls into Sarah's shoulder so they are facing each other. One hand on Sarah's cheek, she pulls her close so they can look in each others' eyes, then slips her other hand down and into Sarah's trousers, fingers sliding along the moist lips of Sarah's pussy, finding her stiff clit, all swollen and sensitive. Sarah groans as Bailey's fingers work her, sliding into her as Bailey's thumb brushes her clit in little circles, driving Sarah over the edge in just a few seconds. "Oh, Bailey," Sarah moans softly, her pussy spasming around Bailey's fingers. The two girls lay there, wrapped in each other, softly kissing and touching each other as they enjoy the afterglow.