Very good.

Naomi relaxed and fell back onto the bed. She stared at the ceiling and trembled with anticipation. Natalie was bending over her and there was a tickle along her throat, almost light enough to mistake for a breeze. Natalie was kissing her neck gently, methodically working her way downwards. Each tiny peck came with a soft puff of hot air and the delicate scraping of her skin lightly against teeth.

"That feels incredible," Naomi moaned softly. Natalie didn't respond verbally, but the kisses became slightly more intense as Natalie began to press against the gentle swelling of her upper breasts. Natalie's tongue danced across her chest, first flicking a nipple, then trailing along the interior of one breast, then dancing along the underside of each. Naomi put a hand on the back of Nat's head.

"Fuck..." she said quietly. "I didn't know my breasts could feel that good..."

Natalie looked up and made eye contact. Her face betrayed an incredible lust. "Just wait..." she said with a mischievous grin. Naomi swallowed hard as her best friend's slender, nimble fingers danced along her waist. Natalie's kisses resumed, now with increased urgency and passion. Naomi grunted as Natalie simultaneously took one nipple between her teeth and pinched slightly.

"Oh, my," Naomi said breathlessly. She suddenly felt strangely self-conscious. "Am I talking too much? I've never done anything like this before..."

"Not at all," Natalie said as she gently ran a hand through Naomi's hair. "I love how much this is turning you on. I love hearing what you're thinking."

"Ok," Naomi said shakily. "I never thought I'd do this with a girl."

"Oh, Naomi, babe," Natalie said in an almost pitying tone. "This is just the warmup."

"It is?" Naomi asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

"I've got an idea," Natalie said softly. "Close your eyes."

Naomi did as she was told, shutting out all vision. Natalie's breath felt hot on her neck and cheeks. "Good," Natalie said, and Naomi hummed happily. "Keep them closed for me. I'll be right back."

Natalie's footsteps made it clear that she was fetching something from another room. Naomi put a hand on her chest and sighed deeply, overtaken with a strange combination of anticipation and calm. Her fear was gone, replaced with a deep feeling of wellness. This is right, she thought. This is what I'm supposed to be doing.

Her reverie was interrupted by Natalie's voice, a syrupy whisper in her ear. "I'm going to do some things to you now," Natalie said huskily. "I want you to keep your eyes closed and tell me how they make you feel."

Naomi moaned affirmatively, then gasped when something hot touched her belly. "Oh, that feels... that's warm. It feels good."

The heat spread and Naomi realized it was Natalie's hands, spreading some sort of oil on her. "It feels so nice," she continued. "Like butter melting in my mouth, but it's on my skin."

Natalie continued to work silently. Naomi could feel the love and affection flowing through her friend's hands and onto her skin, like a sculptor fashioning something sublime out of ordinary clay. She felt closer to Natalie now than she ever had to anyone and wondered how her friend came to be so skilled at this.

"That's good," she said thickly. "It's... sexy." Her mind felt pleasantly foggy, lost in the soporific intimacy of being touched, fondled, caressed. Natalie's work had taken on a sort of rhythm, a circular flow that followed the beating of Naomi's heart and the soft erotic thrum of her loins. The circles widened slowly and Naomi gasped when the warmth first grazed the uppermost part of her vulva.

"Too much?" Natalie asked. With her eyes closed, Naomi could hear every inflection in Natalie's voice: concern, affection, arousal. It made her heart melt.

"No," she said, and put a hand over Natalie's. "Don't stop."

She didn't need to open her eyes to know that her friend was smiling with lust and excitement. One hand tickled her left nipple sensuously while the other began to gently, subtly toy with her clitoris. A sudden exhalation and her sleepiness was gone, replaced by a honey-sweet yearning between her legs, a need, a thirst that was completely unexpected. Naomi wondered briefly if Natalie had slipped her some sort of aphrodisiac, then decided she didn't care.

"Oh, my God, Nat, what are you doing to me?" she moaned. Her left hand grasped the sheets as if she might fly away while her right pressed Natalie's hand onto her sex. "This is- it's, it's incredible!"

Natalie chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"Oh, Naomi," she whispered. "It's about to get so much better."