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By HanSolo
Lisa and Abi awake to a rather unexpected situation, arousing but full of uncertainty
As dawn broke through the curtains, casting a soft, golden light across the room, I found myself trapped in the tendrils of a dream. In it, I was kissing a man whose features were blurred, his touch gentle, his lips soft, almost feminine in their tenderness. There was an odd comfort in this kiss, an intimacy that felt both foreign and yet, strangely right.
My eyes fluttered open, pulling me back to reality, and I realized I wasn’t alone. Abi was there, nestled against me, our bodies intertwined in a warm embrace. The lines between dream and reality blurred as I felt her breath on my face. In our sleep, our lips had met, a gentle, unbidden kiss. Her lips were warm, and as we kissed, still in the realm of half-sleep, our breaths grew heavier, moans escaping from us, mingling in the quiet morning air.
The moment we started to wake, a rush of consciousness brought clarity. Our eyes met, wide with surprise, and we pulled apart, the sudden awareness of our actions leaving us both flushed with embarrassment.
“Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to,” Abi mumbled, her cheeks a vivid shade of pink.
“No, no, it’s… it was me too,” I stammered, feeling an awkward tension. “I was dreaming, I think.”
We both laughed weakly, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “I’ll go take a shower while you put the coffee on?” Abi suggested, her tone a mix of question and statement.
“Sure,” I nodded, grateful for the suggestion to move past this moment. “Give me a shout when you’re done, I need a shower too.”
As Abi disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of water soon followed. I busied myself in the kitchen, the mundane task of making coffee grounding me back to normalcy. When Abi called out that she was done, I took my turn under the shower, letting the hot water rinse away the remnants of our shared sleep.
Wrapped in towels, we met again in the living room, each with a steaming mug of coffee. The air was thick with unspoken questions about last night.
“About last night…” Abi started, her voice hesitant.
“Yeah, with Tank. That was… unexpected,” I chuckled, but my heart wasn’t fully in it.
“It was exciting though, wasn’t it?” she admitted, her eyes searching mine for agreement.
I nodded, “Definitely. But maybe it should stay between us?”
“Definitely,” Abi agreed. “But… do you think it could happen again?”
I paused, considering the thrill, the taboo, the sheer oddity of it all. “Maybe,” I said, the word hanging like a possibility in the air.
The conversation shifted, the weight of our morning kiss still heavy between us. We danced around it, each trying to gauge the other’s feelings without exposing our own too quickly.
“Did you… did you feel anything when we kissed this morning?” Abi’s voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes not quite meeting mine.
“I… it was strange. But not bad strange,” I confessed, my heart pounding. “What about you?”
“It was… gorgeous,” she said, the word surprising me with its sincerity. “I didn’t expect to feel like that.”
We sat in silence, the coffee cooling, our thoughts racing.
“Do you want to try it again?” I asked, the question slipping out before I could overthink it.
Abi looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of shyness and anticipation. “Do you?”
“I think I do,” I admitted, the words feeling like a revelation.
Slowly, as if moving through water, we leaned in. Our lips met again, this time fully aware, fully consenting. The kiss was gentle at first, exploratory, but soon it deepened, fueled by the morning’s confessions and the night’s shared secrets.
“Let’s go back to the bedroom,” Abi whispered against my lips, her breath warm and scented with coffee.
We moved back to the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting shadows that danced over our skin as we stood at the edge of the bed. Our towels fell away, forgotten as we both stood there, naked, our bodies exposed to each other in a way that felt both new and thrilling.
Abi was first to move, her hands reaching out to touch me, her fingers brushing against my shoulders, then trailing down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her touch was tentative at first, but as she saw my response, a small smile played on her lips, and her movements became more confident.
“Let me look at you,” she whispered, her eyes tracing the contours of my body. I felt vulnerable but also desired, something I hadnโt felt in a long time.
I returned the favor, my hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer. Her skin was warm, smooth under my fingertips. I moved my hands up, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight, my thumbs brushing over her nipples which hardened under my touch. She gasped, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
We kissed again, this time with an urgency that spoke to the heat building between us. Our bodies pressed together, the softness of her against me, her breasts against mine, our hips aligning. I could feel her heartbeat, or maybe it was mine, pounding in sync with our movements.
“Lie down,” I murmured, guiding her gently onto the bed. She complied, her eyes locked with mine, filled with a mix of excitement and trust. I knelt beside her, my hands exploring, moving down her body, feeling every curve, every dip. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, moving lower, tasting the salt of her skin, the scent of her arousal mingling with the lingering soap from our showers.
Abi’s breath hitched as I reached her thighs, parting them gently. I looked up, seeking permission, and found it in her eager nod and the way she bit her lower lip. My kisses traveled up her inner thighs, my breath warm against her skin, until I reached her. I kissed her there, softly at first, then with more pressure, my tongue finding its rhythm, learning her responses.
Her moans were my guide, growing louder, her hips lifting to meet me. I felt her hands in my hair, pulling me closer, guiding me. The taste of her was intoxicating, the sounds she made a symphony I never knew I wanted to hear.
“Lisa, oh god,” she gasped, her voice a mix of plea and praise. I intensified my efforts, my fingers joining in, sliding inside her, feeling her clench around me. Her climax built like a wave, her body tensing, her breath catching in her throat before she let out a long, shuddering moan, her release washing over her in waves.
As she came down, I moved up, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her hands roamed my body now, eager to reciprocate, to explore. She flipped us over, her body now on top of mine, her kisses trailing down my body with a determination that matched my own earlier.
Her fingers played over me, teasing, before she found my clit, circling it with expert precision. I was already on the edge from the excitement of pleasing her, and her touch was almost too much. I moaned, my back arching off the bed.
“Abi, please,” I begged, not sure what I was asking for but knowing I needed more. She responded by moving lower, her tongue replacing her fingers, the sensation overwhelming. Each lick, each suck, was like a lightning strike through my body.
I felt the climax building, an unstoppable force. When it hit, it felt like the world narrowed down to just this moment, this sensation. My orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsing, my moans filling the room, mingling with hers from moments before.
We lay there, catching our breath, our bodies slick with sweat, the air filled with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Abi moved up to lie beside me, our legs tangled, our breaths slowly syncing.
“That was…” she started, but words seemed insufficient.
“Yeah,” I managed, my mind reeling with the implications, the sensations, the raw connection we had just shared.
We held each other, the silence between us not empty but full of unspoken promises and questions about where this would lead us.
“What does this mean for us?” I murmured, my fingers tracing her jawline.
“I don’t know, but I want to find out,” she replied, her voice a blend of excitement and fear.
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