Not quite.

Stephanie smiled inwardly as she felt the younger girl return her kiss and happy warmth filled her. There was a wet smacking sound as their lips parted briefly but then they both returned to the other’s lips. Stephanie felt the familiar feelings beginning in her nipples and washing down through her stomach and to her groin. Her nipples begged to be rubbed against something and so she stepped forward, maintaining her stooping posture and keeping Wendy’s lips tilted up and working against hers. She came to stand between the girl’s knees and then lowered herself, holding their contact but pressing her knees down into the mattress to support her, as she got closer.

Some kind of sound came from Wendy’s occupied mouth and her tongue withdrew. Stephanie felt her freeze as she held her breasts against her but continued undeterred. Wendy’s reciprocal kissing had ceased but she was not pulling away either. Stephanie began a wet lathing of Wendy’s lips with her tongue and could not resist the urge to squirm and rub against her round, bra held breasts. Regular shivers jumped through her with each slow movement up and down the girl’s body and she couldn’t help but moan against Wendy’s face. Through the fog that clouded her mind Stephanie realized that at some stage she had pushed forwards until Wendy lay back on the bed and Stephanie sat stride her, straddled across her hips but with their breasts still held tightly together.

Against her better judgment Stephanie released Wendy from their kiss and reared up so that she could look down on the girl and admire the view. Wendy lay back beneath her, staring up at her with shock and a little fright in her eyes. Her breathing was deep and heavy and sent her breasts pushing up against her bra. Wendy’s still body suddenly exploded into movement and she wriggled and pushed up against Stephanie, pushing her away and regaining her feet. Her face flushed furiously as she glared at the older woman.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," Stephanie said, taken aback. "I’m just showing you, remember?" Stephanie stared back at her, at a loss for words. At the electric, throbbing urging of her body she stepped forward with the intention of pressing herself to Wendy once again.

"Get away," Wendy warned, fire in her eyes. "I’m not….I’m not a lesbian."

Stephanie replied softly, “Neither am I; besides – didn’t that feel good – what I was doing with you? You didn’t have me stop, so you must like it a bit.”

"It's not right," Wendy finally whispered rather unconvincingly. "I shouldn't... I shouldn't have let you touch me."

"Did you like the way it felt?" Stephanie asked in a much more gentle tone. Wendy started to shake her head, and then shrugged. "I... I don't know." The younger woman’s shoulders fall slightly as she stood there undecided.

"Umm...you, well...you've looked at my chest...I think...maybe once or twice. Plus your hands seemed to be roaming a bit." That was as far as they got before Stephanie's lips were upon Wendy’s, gentle but insistent, probing. A moan escaped unbidden as she opened her mouth and let Stephanie's tongue penetrate to flick against her own in a wet duel.

"Oh God," Wendy whispered. "I've never done this before...been with a woman."

"You wanted it, though," Stephanie whispered in her ear.

Wendy nodded, returning the kiss from Stephanie again. "I did...I didn't realize it, but that's exactly right...I think I sensed that you..." The older woman hushed her, kissing her firmly and exposing her delicious mouth with an agile pink tongue. "I'm going to show you pleasure in ways your boyfriend couldn't dream of," she whispered.