Now even the feeling of her own blouse was erotic, the thin fabric rubbing against her hardened nipples with every movement of her body. As if following some unheard command, Faux finally released her oral hold on her roommate’s neck and directed her attention further down towards the last few buttons holding Cracky’s blouse in place. Agile fingers loosened each in turn and slowly peeled back the material guarding Cracky’s breasts, letting the cool air in. Cracky drew a hissing breath as first a cold breeze and then warm air wafted against her erect nipples; Faux breathed softly over the right while her fingertips found the left and pinched gently. In return, Cracky’s fingernails left fine red lines on the smooth, silken skin of Faux’s shoulders.

Feather-light fingertips danced along Cracky’s body, tracing orgasmic patterns across the supple skin of her abdomen and lower, descending ever further towards the slack waist of her skirt. The fabric glided easily down her hips with just a slight tug. Too quick. Too easy. Too soon.

“Wait,” breathed the ginger in between silent pants. Again their eyes met for a moment and lingered. A hand reached trembling up to the face of her blue-haired lover, fingers curling to brush against the silken skin of her cheek, a fingertip wandering lightly across Faux’s lips. “Don’t…no rush.”

The nude girl kissed that finger and the rest in turn, then slid one carefully between her lips. Her tongue caressed that delicate digit as her own fingers stroked up and down along Cracky’s extended arm, following the curve of every muscle.

“I want to remember…”