Patsy bit her lip as she traced her fingers over Delia's cheek. They were laying on Patsy's bed, it was 10PM and all the girls were out while the nuns were in their rooms, either sleeping or praying or whatever they did. Patsy didn't really care at the moment. All she cared about was that they were alone, the risk of being caught was minimal and Patsy had longed for months to have her sweetheart this close to her again. How long had she not regretted making love to Delia when they could, in the Nurses' home? She had always been too scared, always heard a footstep in the hallway, always put a stop to it before they really began. How long had she not regretted making love to Delia, that one night they shared in their apartment. They'd been tired from the move, yes, but she should have loved her even then. It had been eight months since the accident and all they'd shared were a few kisses. Patsy needed more.

Delia smiled at Patsy, a small, tender smile and Patsy couldn't help but kiss it. It started out more like a peck, but Delia had recaptured her lips when Patsy pulled back and pressed her body against Patsy's. Patsy was wearing her checkered pajamas and Delia her pale blue night dress, a night dress which Patsy's hand was slowly moving under, over Delia's thigh towards her waist. She couldn't stop herself, they'd had waited so long.

Their kiss became more intense and Patsy felt Delia's tongue move against hers for the first time in almost a year. It was as if a fire was lit low in her stomach and she wanted Delia, all over her. She said so after she pulled away from the kiss and stunned Delia. "Do you… do you mean…?" Delia didn't know what words to use and Patsy just answered her with a kiss, because yes, she did want Delia.

They both didn't know what to do but Patsy did know where she wanted Delia's hands to be. She was sure Delia wanted hers in the same spots, as they were both women. This is why she pushed Delia onto her back and slid her own body between her legs. She used her hands to undo Delia's night dress as Delia's trembling hands tried to loosen the buttons of her shirt. "It's just me." Patsy said and Delia breathed out, quite shakily. "That is why I'm trembling." She admitted.

Eventually, they did end up naked, pressed together and Patsy knew that this was all she wanted. She was as queer as one could be, because nothing had ever made her feel so alive as Delia's soft skin against her own. Their breasts pressed together was probably the most erotic sensation that Patsy had ever felt. Their kisses were fiery and Patsy decided to slow everything down. She didn't want this to be over quickly, she wanted to take her time. For once in their relationship, something didn't have to be quick and rushed.

She rested their foreheads together and then Patsy chuckled. "I have no idea what I'm going to do now." She whispered her admission and Delia chuckled. "Just touch me." Was her reply.

Patsy's hands moved towards Delia's breasts and she kneaded them, rubbed Delia's nipples a little clumsily but she did it. She'd dreamed of it so many nights, so she would consider herself quite prepared. Delia on the other hand was gasping for air. She was turned on beyond belief, which Patsy noticed as her lower belly, which was at the height of Delia's center, got slick with her soon-to-be lover's want. She pulled back from the kiss they were engaged in and placed one of her elbows next to Delia's head to hold her body up while her hand descended to Delia's crotch. "May I?" Patsy asked and Delia just nodded and opened her legs further. Patsy gasped as her hand came into contact with Delia's wet center.

She knew the anatomy, the general anatomy of a woman but she still struggled to find the right spot. Delia grabbed Patsy's hand and kissed her neck, in comfort, as she redirected her fingers and then gasped as Patsy finally reached the right spot. "Oh." Delia let out and the fact that she knew where Patsy's fingers had to go must mean she'd touched herself before and that aroused Patsy even further. She covered Delia's mouth with her own and started to circle Delia's clit, making the other woman moan and groan into her mouth.

Patsy dared to dip her fingers lower and entered Delia with one and then two digits, making her lover dig her fingernails into her back. Delia groaned in a bit of discomfort and Patsy looked down at her. "Are you in pain?" She asked, a bit worried. "The first time always hurts a bit." Delia told Patsy and it hit Patsy then that she'd taken Delia's virginity. And that probably, Delia would take hers soon. "Right." was all Patsy said and kissed Delia, almost to apologize for the pain she'd caused.

She started moving her fingers in a way she thought would please Delia and it seemed it did, after a few seconds. Delia was letting out puffs of air, whispers of her name and told her she loved her about four times. Then, Patsy curled her fingers, because she felt her fingers cramp up and Delia let out quite a sound. "Are you okay?" Patsy asked and Delia nodded. "Do that again." She requested and Patsy did, looking at her sweetheart's face. What she saw a few seconds later, was just… beautiful. She felt Delia's muscles squeeze down on her fingers and Delia started to tremble and clung to her even tighter before she finally relaxed and went limp in Patsy's arms. Patsy kissed her Delia's cheek and neck. "I love you." She breathed. "I love you too." Delia managed to stay between pants and Patsy grinned at that.

Delia recovered quite quickly and started kissing her lover again. Patsy pulled away and chuckled. "Are you ready to go again?" She joked and Delia shook her head. "No, but I am ready to make you mine." She whispered and Patsy was aflame yet again.