Kelly takes the Lead

Kelly took the initiative, and pulled Sandy atop her. Most of Sandy's weight lay on the bed, but Kelly pulled her down for a deep, languid kiss. The exhalation of pleasure that emanated from Kelly's lips as she did so radiated eroticism, and Sandy felt herself unable to pull away, giving herself fully to the deepening kiss.

"Yeah, just like that." Kelly purred as her hand stroked over Sandy's back. "Don't you want to take this off..."

"Not ... not with the lights on..." Sandy objected.

"Oh, all right..." Kelly giggled, and with a quick scrabble of her hand the room became plunged in darkness, with only the light red light of the alarm clock visible. "Better?"

Sandy tried to think of some other method for pushing off the inevitable, even as she found herself more and more involved in the soft kisses that Kelly continued to ply her with. Her hands now on soft skin, touching Kelly's arms, neck ... rolling downward to slip along her collar bone.

"My tits..." Kelly groaned, pushing down on Sandy's shoulders. "I want to feel your mouth on me."

How much longer could she go, Sandy wondered, wordlessly moving to gratify Kelly's desire. Her lips found skin, soft, giving. Up and down, warm. The bump of a nipple pressed against her cheek, and she turned her face to find it slipping into her mouth. She instinctively began to suck, pulling more and more of Kelly's breast into her mouth as she did so.

"God that's good." Kelly groaned. "Bet you're getting hard again..."

Sandy had no response, merely continuing to tease at Kelly with her mouth. She had to stop this, she knew. She couldn't continue to tease this woman when she was completely incapable of giving her what she wanted.

"Enough ... enough..." Kelly breathed, yanking Sandy up to her mouth for another kiss. "I want you naked. I want to feel your skin against mine."

"Maybe we should stop for now." Sandy replied, fighting to control her breathing. Her pussy was soaked now, and the pressure of her jeans was becoming intense, especially with her improvised phallus pressing against her. She was hotter than she had ever been, and she realized that it was because of how much Kelly wanted her, and yet, how little she really knew about her.

"No way. Not after you got me this hot." Kelly growled, her hands slipping down to paw at Sandy's jeans. "I want you. NOW."

Kelly's fingers felt at the clasp of Sandy's jeans. With a deft move, she unbuttoned the top, and then took hold of the small metal tab that marked the last barrier to revelation.

"Wait." Sandy begged, her hands grasping at Kelly's and holding them still. "I ... can't..."

"Yes, you can babe." Kelly brushed aside Sandy's hands, and began to slowly lower the metal, the teeth of the zipper peeling apart.

Sandy's mind ran through every possible way out of this. She could scream. She could jump up and run away. She could...