Not what good girls do
Purvi looked at her face intently, unaware of the slight, barely there smile on her own face. With Mahi, it was always like this. She aroused alien feelings in Purvi, feelings didn't seem to be able to even remotely control.
Her lips attracted her in a way a guy's lips never did.
Soft.
Slightly parted.
She could bet that her lips would be even softer than they looked if she touched them...with her own lips.
"Why're you looking at me funny?" Mahi asked.
She immediately looked away, as though she had been harshly reprimanded.
"Purvi?"
"Hmm?" she turned towards Mahi again.
As Mahi reached to place her hand over the other's palm, her top furrowed.
Purvi's eyes traced the neckline of her top, lingering around her cleavage.
"Is everything okay?"
"I love you Mahi," she said, looking deep into her eyes.
"I know, silly, I love you too!"
"No I love you like…"
Purvi tilted her head a little and pressed her lips against Mahi's… she tasted better than she had imagined.
Taking her lips between hers, she deepened the kiss, her fingers playing with the strands of Mahi's hair. Their breasts pressed against each other as Mahi's hands roamed around Purvi's waist first and then down towards her hips.
"I have...been...," Purvi spoke, panting, as they separated for air, "for...quite some...time."
"Shhh…." Mahi unbuttoned Purvi's shirt, "Just kiss me…"
Their clothes came undone, escalating the sexual tension. Purvi crashed her lips against her breasts, planting kisses over her her lace bra. She then kissed on her midriff, moving downwards, towards her navel, her hands fondling her breasts. As her fingers felt Mahi's nipples harden, she looked up at her and smirked briefly, before following it with a trail of kisses.
Moans were quick to fill the room, making way for a hot, steamy night.
No offense intended to anyone... and I'm not saying she is gay...just my imagination