I looked up to see Carl with his eyes shut tight, and I just knew he was trying desperately hard not to cum. My wife, when she sets her mind on it, can give a blowjob unlike anyone else I've ever known. I smiled, knowing what Carl was experiencing when a shout broke forth.

"Fuuuuck! Shit, I'm gonna cum." Carl cried and tried to pull his swollen member from Cassie's mouth. She was having none of it, gripping his butt with one hand and pulling him even closer, finally succeeding in deep throating him. She'd said she intended to suck the life from him and she meant it.

Sarah responded immediately. The slow burning excitement that had been building had reached a boiling point. Dee's tongue was in her mouth and the older woman's fingers were nimbly untying her shirt and undoing the buttons. Sarah shrugged out of the shirt. Her own hands were on Dee's bottom again. One quick twist and the button at the top was undone and the zipper pulled down, Sarah pushed the skirt down Dee's legs, pausing only for a moment to struggle out of her bra when Dee unfastened it.

It felt so good, so good to be kissing someone and be kissed by them. It felt so wonderful to have another warm body molded against her own. Sarah no longer cared that it was another woman. She just wanted, with a deep desire that swept away any worries about having sex with another female.

She broke the kiss and looked at me smiling her famous smile. All I could do was stand there and shake.

"Are you all right Rose?" I loved hearing my name called by her. I tired to speak but all that came out was a burst of noise from a breath I must have been holding in my lungs during the entire kiss. Kind of resembled a grunt more than any English word I though I was saying. It echoed in the room and after we both displayed looks of surprise - we broke into out of control laughter. Definitely breaking the tension and making me feel a whole lot better.

We clung to each other and continued this dance for a time. My hands began to instinctively explore her back, still tentative on how far to go, but nonetheless feeling with great curiosity. We were no longer dancing to the music, which had changed to a slightly more up-beat tune. We were standing there, toe to toe, in heated embrace, kissing just like in the movies. That was the image I had for a split second at one point. "I must be in a movie," an inner voice said to myself.

I couldn't believe how wild things became then. Wild for an inexperienced girl like myself. As we were kissing and feeling each other, I felt one of her hands come up to my shoulder straps on one side and aided them in falling off my shoulder.

I felt her press the rest of her body closer into mine and I did the same. We kissed and I began to feel around her bare back once again. The movement of our bodies caused quite a sensation where skin was on skin. I had never felt this before. Not this completely. Not even when I had sex with my boyfriend. We were usually mostly clothed. What caught my attention the most was the fact that I could actually feel her heart beating. Through our embrace, our bodies were communicating purely and directly.