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Geneva's body relaxed as she slipped her hand under Bella's shirt, slipping upwards she cupped Bella's breast. As Geneva did so she leaned into Bella and kissed her, softly at first.
After only a little bit of teasing did Geneva start to run her tongue along Bella's closed but trembling lips. This was not soft, and soon the kiss deepened and turned rather hungry. Suddenly Geneva's lips were crushing against Bella's.
Geneva slipped her other hand under Bella's shirt, and soon enough she was cupping both of Bella's breasts squeezing them gently. This was at odds with the ever-deepening kiss, which was starting to bruise Bella's lips, this prompted Bella to part her lips, wanting to allow even more pleasure to flood and violate her body.
With this Geneva sought after Bella's soul with the kisses they were exchanging. Bella couldn't tell how far Geneva wanted to go, but she could tell that her lips were in danger of splitting and bleeding from all the intense pressure.
Bella's hands of their own accord wound themselves around the back Geneva's neck, searching for the hair that should have been there. 'Where is it?' Bella thought with despair, if she could find Geneva's hair she could draw herself and Geneva all the more closer, 'She's not bald is she?'
Geneva slowly lowered Bella onto the solitary couch in the room. The piece of furniture obviously wasn't meant for anything else than what they were doing at that moment. 'Perfect,' Geneva thought, 'This will only go all the more smoother.'
Bella sat on the couch with her legs spread, and Geneva knelt in between them their heads were level so Geneva could comfortable keep the kissing going; she could also free her hands since Bella was sitting down.
Geneva's hands stroked Bella's thighs, sliding across the tops in rhythmic strokes. Starting at the knee and ending at the hips, Geneva's hands left trails of fire across Bella's skin. Bella's hands crept upward and found the tight ball of hair that was matted and tied down on top of Geneva's head.
With careful dexterity Bella's hands began to undo the tight tying that held all of Geneva's hair in place. With a tug that alerted Geneva to Bella's mischief, Bella pulled one of several knots and part of Geneva's hair fell down the woman's broad back.
Geneva shivered as the cool and unfamiliar feel of hair brushed against her skin. It had literally been several years since Geneva had tied all her hair to the top of her head. Geneva found she looked more like she should in an army uniform when she held her hair; tied at the base of the neck so from the front it looked like she had less hair than she actually did.
Once ever 39 nights Geneva had let her hair down, but never let it touch her skin. Someone else had always done it; Geneva just never imagined Bella would do it. Geneva decided to thank Bella and began one last stroke of Bella's thighs, this time starting flush with the hips on the inside and stroking towards her own chest.
Bella's fingers became frantic as she tried to undo the knots faster; she knew what Geneva was doing. Bella couldn't control her hands if Geneva did what she knew she was going to do.
Geneva's hair finally came undone but Bella couldn't see because she had to force her eyeballs from turning back and looking at her brain. The pleasure was so intense Bella couldn't stand it; she didn't want it to end though. Who knew when she would get another chance like this?
'I've always wanted to get laid…just never thought it would happen like this.' Bella thought to herself before she lost all conscious thought and was drowned in ecstasy.
Geneva pulled Bella's shorts to her ankles, and then she knelt on them, Geneva's knees keeping Bella from moving her legs. Geneva's right hand cupped and squeezed Bella butt cheek; her left hand began rubbing Bella's crotch.
Geneva, without removing Bella's panties, began pushing her hand and then a few fingers hard up and down in stroking motions. Geneva grabbed the top of Bella's panties and pulled upward until the fabric went partially inside Bella's pussy.
Geneva licked the skin that had popped up, her tongue sliding over the soaked material of Bella's panties. 'Bella hadn't told me she was already wet…hmm interesting.' Geneva continued to lick the edges of Bella's pussy flesh, and it only made the girl wetter and wetter.
Geneva's hardening tongue soaked up the moisture, and Geneva realized she wanted more of it, and she got some. Geneva heard the snip of scissors cutting fabric and suddenly had access to Bella's pussy, this time not intruded by any fabric whatsoever.
'I'll have to ask her later…uh.' Geneva's mind finally went blank and the only thing her body could do was crave more of Bella, and there was nothing Geneva could do but hope both her and Bella got their satisfaction. Not right away but in several hours.