Her body was pressed, urgently against mine, her soft breasts curving against mine, her lips searching for mine desperately, her hands running along my trim leg and resting on my buttock. She left my lips, and started to kiss my neck softly, as I pleadingly stroked her long, black hair and whispered sentiments.. RING! RING! RING!.. I woke up groggily, still imagining the feel of this beautiful woman's body against mine, the dream of Moon once again over. I finally woke up, realizing I was in my bed at home and was alone. Sighing resignedly, I flicked on the radio so I could dance as I dressed. The notes of disco flooded my ears as I rushed through my morning routine. I finally got done dressing and packing for school, and rushed into my first hour class late. Moon grinned at me shyly, as she has a habit of doing, as I grumbled on and on about my shitty awakening. I lay my head on the desk and spotted a folder. "Hey, what's this?" I asked her, opening it. She smiled - she smiles an awful lot, it makes up for her not talking. She talks with her body. Anyway, it was filled with her artwork- spectacular work, she is truly the artist. The first picture I saw was a young, nude woman laying in a provocative pose. I giggled and looked her in the eyes- she seemed to not care about this drawing, and shrugged resolutely while giving me a sly grin. She looked down at her book and started to study, and I started to talk about my day yesterday and our other friends as I flipped through this portfolio. On the next page was a poem about "why can't I keep him? I promise to feed him..", a very good poem. After that one, there was a large piece of paper folded in quarters, and I opened it up. Another piece of paper slid out between the folds, and I started to read it - "Dear Janet, There are thoughts I've been having, that I haven't had the courage to express to you.." I stopped reading right there, except for a perfunctory skim over the body of the letter, lasting 1.27 seconds. Not because I wasn't intrigued, not because I didn't know what the letter was about. It was a letter to me, and I'd had no clue about this- never, ever knew that the woman I lusted for wanted me. I stopped reading because I knew she didn't intend for me to read that, and didn't want to embarrass her. I flipped the page over, and continued talking about nothing. I gave her a glance out of the corner of my eye, and she seemed to not have noticed the paper, and my blushing- I felt that some dirty secret of mine had been exposed. I had fantasized about Moon for a year, almost since the first day we met and became, quickly, fast friends. We were both openly "alternative", both lingering on the border between bisexual and lesbian. She was incredibly beautiful, exotic, with long black hair and classic Native American looks. I'd never had any courage, either, to make a move- a girl that beautiful is impossible to hit on. She was also my best friend. The class ended, and the day dragged on. I met Moon in front of the school when the day was over, and we agreed to run to my house for some grub, then go out to the mall & find some clothes to wear. We arrived at my house, and she was sitting on my bed when it happened. I was fixing chili, and I spilt hot, HOT, HOT chili all over myself- soaking through my blouse, getting in my hair. I shrieked in surprise, and dropped the bowl, shattering it. "SHIT! Now I have to take a shower!" I yelled in frustration. She pouted at me and laughed. "Take a shower, I'll clean this up.. We can be ready to leave in, like, 15 minutes," she told me, and I complied, of course- how can I ever refuse a shower? The shower was hot, washing off my dirty chest and stomach in a matter of minutes, but it felt too good to abandon so soon. I thought back to the letter. "Thoughts I've been having.. no courage.." Did she realize I wanted her in the same way? Did she realize that I had dreams of her every night? My hand touched my hard nipple softly, feeling the heat of the water slowly seep through my body in waves. I ran my hand own my smooth stomach, and twirled my pubic hairs- there weren't many, and I tended to keep shaved. However, I had slipped on the shaving habit a little lately because nobody was eligible to see it at the moment. It was time to get out, and I wrapped myself into a towel, picked up my clothes, and walked back to the room. I peeked inside, and saw nothing- she must still be in the kitchen, cleaning. I went inside and shut the door, threw my towels off, bent over, leaning my head against the wall for support (I'm an off-balance sort of person). I started to dry my legs and butt off, and when it was moderately dry I got back up and put the towel on as turban on my head. My hair is so long it required a body towel of its own. It's the "light side" of Moon's hair- she's got long, black hair that reaches to her waist, and I've got long, blonde hair that reaches to my butt. I turned around and saw- to my shock- Moon sitting on my bed, in a blind spot behind my desk (that was why I hadn't seen her), curious expression on her face. That's not the only emotion that was on her face. I shrieked again. She grinned apologetically. "MOON! I didn't know you were there!" "Well.. sorry?" she smiled at me, and all traces of shock and emotion left me. I realized that I was standing, stark naked and dripping wet, in front of the woman I had fantasized about for months.. And that she wanted me. The moisture of my shower and the coldness of the air gave me goosebumps and erect nipples, which she gazed at, unashamedly. She wanted me. I could see it in her eyes. I could see it as she stood up, and walked over to me. I felt my body melt, in a torrent of warmth and excitement, not wanting to cover up my body. My nipples were standing out like red flags, and she took my hand in hers, leaned over, and gave me.. a soft, luscious kiss. A woman's lips are so soft. Her lips were so full. I reached over instinctively, and ran my hand along her perfect stomach. I was turned on majorly, and she was turned on also. I could see the lust smoldering in her eyes, the soft, subtle urgency in her kiss, the tiniest tremble of her hand.. I drew her closer to me, pressing my body against hers, acting out my fantasy after a long year of wait. I couldn't believe this.. so beautiful, so loving, so willing to be mine. She drew back from the kiss and smiled at me. "You found the letter." I nodded. "You were supposed to read it, you know.. I didn't think you'd chicken out of reading it!" she chided with a grin. "I thought you didn't want me to, and that it would embarrass you.." I murmured softly. She laughed, a tinkling sound, and said: "I am many things, but I am not stupid enough to put a love letter right where you can see it unless I intended for you to see it.. If I'm not brave enough to tell you what I feel, then my words on paper can tell you, my body can tell you.." I smiled, and my hands reached out to Moon. I felt her body, her tight body- her soft breasts. Perfect - not too big, not too small, and nipples that I bet were a beautiful sight to behold. They were erect, and she was starting into a blush. She backed away from me, and I looked up in confusion- did I move too strongly? She gave me a sexy, eluding smile, and sat on the bed. I came to sit next to her, my turban coming loose and my long, blonde, wet hair being released from its prison. Quite a contrast to her dark hair, dark features- I was as white as you could get. Pale, blue eyes, and translucent skin.. it would look beautiful pressed against her brown-toned skin, inherited from the tribe of the Potwatomi. As her expression turned serious, she laid down and pulled my naked, drying body on her. I pressed down on her lips, urgently- I had wanted this for so long, and now that I had it, I was going to have fun with her. My hand reached up, and cupped her breast- her nipples felt so good underneath my smooth fingers. Her breath was hot on my cheek, her lips locked in an embrace, her tongue slowly running along my lips. Her hands found my breasts, and the starkness of human skin on my bare nipple shocked me- a good feeling, a feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time. I pulled myself up, and spread my legs above her still-clothed form. I kissed her on her neck, tasting her sweet skin. I trailed kisses behind her ear, on her neck, just below her neck. I kissed her softly on the bosom, and started to undo the buttons that prevented our bare flesh from interacting. She murmured sweet sentiments into my ear as the cold air met her beautiful skin. Her bra was black- not a surprise- and very translucent, permitting me to see perfectly through it. Her nipples were exactly the perfect size for her breasts. They were gorgeous- I could look at them for days. A perfect breast is with the nipple atad darker than flesh-color, aerola about 1 1/2 inches from one end to another, and average-sized nipples that jutted proudly, offset by porportionate-sized globes of flesh. In a heat of arousal, I unsnapped the front snap of the bra, and leaned down to kiss her beautiful globes. I nuzzled them, I sucked them, I nibbled them, not quite touching the areola, letting my tongue work all around her large breasts. My hand massaged the other breast, as I kissed her nipple softly. I parted my lips slightly, and let her feel the moisture of my mouth on her nipple, and the rigidity of my tongue on the softest skin- the second softest skin- on her body. She was sensitive on her breast, and she moaned so softly that I could barely hear her. She whispered, "I've wanted you for so bad. This way, any way, I wanted you.." I moved my mouth off of her nipple momentarily. "Oh, Moon, I dream of you every night. I wake up every morning drenched-" stopped to kiss the nipple- "in my sweat, wanting you to come and put me out of my misery." "Well, I'm here.." she smiled, "And I don't think its fair for you to be buck naked while I still have my pants on." I laughed softly, nibbling her hard nipple softly. I ran my teeth along it one last time before I lifted myself off of her- my pussy was wet, so wet, that it had left a damp spot on her light brown colored pants. She moved her hands down to undo her pants as I hovered above her, waiting to lift myself down on her naked body, and her hand brushed my wet pussy. She pressed her hand against it, feeling the slippery moisture between her fingers, feeling the hard nub of need nested between my lips. She smiled, and undid her pants slowly. I watched the slow unveiling of her thighs, and of - Her pussy was shaved. It was such a complete shock, a contrast to the Moon that I knew, and it also turned me on incredibly.. I love shaved pussies. She also wore no underwear, which was also a contrast to the Moon I knew. I decided I didn't know Moon at all! Her clothes were piled around, my towels were cast carelessly aside. She reached up to my hair, and used her grip to pull me down to her lips, where she nibbled and sucked at my lips and tongue ruthlessly. Her hands were busy- one was between my pussy lips, stroking and playing with the clit, and the other on my nipple. The heat in my body was starting to rise seriously, my excitement growing with every passing moment. Moon's face was flushed, her breathing irregular, and her lips needy. I pulled away and started to kiss my way down, lingering at the nipples. I licked her stomach, enjoying the moan that this elicited from my new girlfriend, my fingers playing with her mound. My lips walked across her lower belly, focusing gently on the skin right above where her pubic hair would have been. This caused her hands to tighten their grip on my hair, and when I looked, her eyes were closed, teeth biting her lower lip. Such a sensitive body for such a beautiful woman! I started to lick her mound gently, and with excruciating slowness, worked my way down. When I got to her pussy lips, I avoided her clitoris carefully, nibbling and licking her pussy lips and sliding my tongue's tip inside of her hole, her pussy grinding gently against my mouth. I made my tongue rigid, in imitation of a penis, and drove it into her pussy hole as far as I could suddenly, and she gripped my hair.. She was wet, dripping with her sweet pussy juices. The taste was slightly salty, slightly sweet- it was a wondeful taste that I could revel in for hours. Pussy, I believe, tastes great. There's no way to describe it.. and hers was the sweetest-tasting pussy I'd ever laid my tongue on. She was responding eagerly to my oral work, almost roughly. I wanted to go ahead and give her what she wanted- I clamped my lips down on her clit, sucking it as my teeth ever-so-gently teased it. I gently ran my teeth all along her clit. Her grip suddenly went slack, juices running out, moans becoming louder. She loved this, she loved having her best friend eat her pussy out, and I was willing to be her sex slave for the rest of her life right then. Her breaths came in increasingly quick gasps as her grip tightened once more. I suctioned her pussy, using my tongue in such a way that the clit and her pussy hole were both getting massaged, an oral favorite of mine. She loved this sensation, and her sounds of pleasure were longer, louder, more urgent. Sweet liquid trickled out of her pussy, and she locked her legs around my head. My motions became rough, and urgent against her. The clit was a delicious nub against my tongue, her juices dancing off the tip of my tongue, and I was getting too horny to stand it. It's a good thing that she orgasmed (with a loud, loud wail) right then, her body lifting off the bed with her head tilted back, drenching me in her sweet liquids, almost hurting me with its ferocity. My tongue was exausted, but I kept going furiously, making her come as much as she could, before she finally collapsed in limp exhaustion. She moaned once more, from the sheer after-pleasure, and I laughed, kissing her pussy once more before lapping all of her juices up. I didn't want to waste a single drop. Her hands tugged at my hair again, and I lifted my face from her pussy. I moved my body up so that I was laying on top of her, my legs spread apart with her warm, sweaty body underneath me. She looked at me lovingly, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down to hold me. I rested my head on her chest and laid down flat on her. A few minutes, she urged me off. I looked at her and kissed her some more- her lips! I would never get tired of them, so soft and giving. She spread her legs slightly, making me spread mine even more since my elgs were spread across her. My pussy was positioned right on hers- clit to clit. She absentmindedly stroked my nipple, and said, "I want you to come all over me now." I gave a laconic affirmative, the built-up energy of the last half hour at an unbearable point. Her clit felt delicious, hard and just underneath mine, between my clitoris and pussy hole. It was a wonderful sensation, and I started to rub my nub against her wetness. Oh, the sensation.. I tilted my head back, mouth open in a wide O, at this pure sensuality. I'd never, ever done this with a girl.. It was an unusual, incredible sensation. After a few minutes, seconds it seemed, the built-up tension started to beg to get out. Her eyes looked deep into mine, watching my facial expressions contort with my pleasure. My body was racked with searing heat, and I was moaning her name over and over. "Moon.. Moon.. oh, oh, ohhhh.." Moon looked at me adoringly, and her mouth was in a naughty smile- she was getting close to her own orgasm, and started to moan loudly, letting me know that she loved having me make love to her this way. "Fuck me, Janet.." she whispered almost inaudibly. She twisted my hard nipples between her index and thumb fingers, massaging them slowly, letting my pleasure build. One hand continued work on my nipple, and the other hand traveled down my stomach and thigh, resting on my ass. She massaged my ass, feeling the tight muscles with her hands, moving my ass in tune with my thrusts. All my sensations were magnified 1,000 times, unbearably sweet with bliss, and I came. I came, and her head was also tilted back in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of my spasming pussy and clit against hers- my juices running, getting her wet and slippery underneath me. It felt as if I was being hurtled through a thousand fiery suns of pleasure, and it never seemed like it was going to end, this utter sweetness that Moon was giving me. A strict atheist, I started to call out God, Mary and Jesus H. Christ's name in a blind fury of pure feeling. Finally, my orgasm died away, and I fell like a rag doll released from his owner's hand, limply, to the arms of Moon. She held me for a long while.