Yes, though cautiously

A thrill surged up Heather's spine when she heard the door click behind her. With a slow pirouette, Heather faced her soon-to-be lover, who crimped the hem of her shirt and did the same to her lower lip with her teeth.

"How about we finish something you started a while ago," Heather breathed and that warm brunette blanket covered Chloe once again.

Chloe needed this kiss like she needed oxygen. The sensuous tide of crests and troughs, zeniths of contact and nadirs of separation. Her body soon succumbed to the resonance, undulating with each motion against Heather's mesmerizing form. Her breasts over hers, legs intertwining below, and one hand graciously sliding the length of her thick, Spandex suit beneath her shirt. The party came to her mind again, and Chloe relived it by inching a palm across Heather's taut stomach.

"No," Chloe protested when Heather pulled away, She just laughed.

"Not for very long, gorgeous. I just wanna see all of you." Heather reached for her shirt, but Chloe gave her pause by holding her arms down. Heather cocked her head to the side, but smiled. "Okay, one thing at a time," she replied, and resumed enveloping her.

Chloe relished her warmth. She wouldn't have registered the soft bed for the hard door if that smell of girl hadn't strengthened. It crashed through her nose and swarmed her brain, flipping switches long neglected and deactivating ones too often stimulated. The want of another, their touch, their smell, their taste, had been such a rare occurrence in Chloe's life that she felt ostracized. She was so tired of having fantasies satisfy her, but so fearful over actually seeking out something more physical with anyone she liked. Even Zack and Gavin, though best friends first and foremost, had once been stars in her dreams in times of sheer desperation and loneliness, because she knew they would never be judgmental of her. The final hurdle into sex always seemed too tall to scale. It was paralyzing.

She needed guidance, a helpful hand who had traversed the unknown so many times. Her mind concluded, therefore, having Heather's hand latching onto the source of her frustration right now was the best course of action.

Wait, what?

"You have a beautifully delicious body, Chloe," Heather groaned. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Think of all the fun you could have... trust me, you'd have guys worshiping the ground you walk on."

"You... like them?" Chloe said in a voice from long ago.

"Oh, yes," Heather salivated. "Please, let me?"

Chloe blinked at her lover. She fell limp, and Heather grinned. Her shirt slipped over her head and landed somewhere on the floor.

Her red onepiece made Heather drip. Formfitting, yet not so revealing, Chloe was her Christmas present, ready to be unwrapped. "You know how to tease a girl, don't you?"

"I... didn't think I'd be doing this," Chloe stifled a chuckle.

"You don't have to do anything right now." Heather hovered over her, slipping a hand under her back. Chloe inhaled sharply when Heather found the zipper. "Let me... enjoy you."