Karen breathes deeply as she tries to relax, settling into the bed. Maybe she could fool herself into being able to sleep. But the feeling of Mademoiselle's fingers in her hair kept bringing Karen back to the present... and the very tempting closeness of the young woman with her.

She did not resist as she was drawn back, letting out a soft sigh as she was pulled into Mademoiselle's arms. Groaning and shivering more, Karen sighed deeper, longer, as her fingers traced down her spine. She was finding herself feeling a deep, stirring need... one that had been building while Karen steadfastly resisted it. Now she was very, very weak to the gentle caressing, stroking, and sliding.

Ahh... um. Karen paused, biting her bottom lip. Finally... she flushed, sliding back against Mademoiselle firmer, shuddering at the feel of her fingertips on Karen's body. Her eyes flutter shut, and she slides a hand to rest on Mademoiselle's thigh.

No... its... ok. Sorry... I'm just so... hot... She glances over her shoulder towards Mademoiselle, face red. She felt really bad, yet... she really needed Mademoiselle doing what she was doing right now. And doing more. Much, much more.

Her body slid against Mademoiselle's inquisitive hands, deep breaths and gasps escaping her as they explored more of her curves. Her lips parted in response to her bedmate's titter and teasing, but then she froze as she became lip-to-lip with the delicate and beautiful woman. Karen sucked in air through her teeth, shocked, and then began to moan softly as Mademoiselle pressed and smeared against her.

It felt... really nice. Mademoiselle was shaped very sensually, and Karen started to slide her breasts firmly into her. God, she felt... Karen moaned with surprising, undisguised lust, legs and arms swiftly becoming tangled around Mademoiselle's smaller frame. A low groan escaped the little warrioress as Mademoiselle's fingers dug into her buttocks, causing her to press tighter to the woman.

A stolen kiss put the last nail in Karen's coffin, and her hands began to run and slide across Mademoiselle's shoulders and back. 'I really shouldn't... feel this hot... not with another girl. But...' Any thoughts she had were scattered as her mind focused instead on the words her bed-partner uttered. Flushing with surprising meekness, she leaned in and kissed her tenderly again... the sudden rush of fulfillment, of satiating the burning need that was building...

Once their lips parted, Karen flushed harder. [red=color]I... um. Don't want to... hurt you. Sorry. I haven't... done anything like this before.[/color] 'Not with another girl... not at all.'

Karen was sliding against Mademoiselle passionately, the buildup of lust (instilled in her by the tainted drink she had before) going from smoldering coals to a roaring flame. Karen's whole body was shuddering and twisting towards Mademoiselle as her fingers and lips worked Karen over, reducing her to lust and need.

And Mademoiselle was all too willing to feed those needs. Karen slid her hands back around, pawing gently at Mademoiselle's breasts. Goosebumps were raising across Karen's skin as toes slid across calves and nips and kisses worked over her breasts and shoulders. Not just from her heavenly touches, but Mademoiselle's jubilant words as well...

With one hand stroking Mademoiselle's breasts, her other travelled up to tease along her neck... and drew a surprising reaction from the young woman. Karen nearly stopped, worried she had done something wrong... then shivered as Mademoiselle began to wail!

Karen moaned in passion, kissing her shoulder, and grinding down against Mademoiselle's thigh... her own leg sliding against Mademoiselle similarly. For a few long moments she ground back against her, panting and moaning hotly as she felt herself overcome... and panted quietly with her, cooling off and recovering from her own orgasm.

I... Karen still managed to blush daintily at the kiss. ...no, its... ok. I am glad you are happy. She chuckles a little, feeling oddly nervous and relaxed at the same time.

Karen flushed faintly as she watched Mademoiselle discard her glasses. She felt a little silly, somehow... but the accessory was safely put aside now. The feeling brought her back to reality, and she felt... well, strange. Her arms circled around the young woman slowly, feeling her head resting on Karen's chest.

What does one make of a situation like this? She shivered, holding onto her bed-partner gently, arms wrapped lightly around her shoulder... and listened. It was better than trying to find words, in a crazy place like this. She did that to you? Doesn't that seem... cruel? She whispered quietly, pressing against her a bit more. She was going to say more, but the squeeze threw off her thoughts, and she went quiet... just nodding once and comforting the poor girl.

You really don't have to... Karen began as she looked into Mademoiselle's eyes, trying to dissuade her... not that she was minding the attention, but she felt... guilty. Still, the pleasure and desire were in her eyes, and Karen quickly abated her breath as Mademoiselle played over her with fingers and tongue.

Squirming gently, Karen tangled her fingers into the young woman's hair, hips dancing and gasps escaping her lips. Oh god, this was... ooooh... any thoughts she had were long scattered as the girl made a delicious feast out of the young martial artist.

Karen was squirming and squealing in bliss; everything Mademoiselle did made her heart race and her body beg. She could not take it anymore! Her hands still gripped the girls' head, the poor warrioress shaking. It was like fire was scorching through her, blazing away everything with its flames. Trapped in her pleasurable and painful torment, she was clawing at the sheets desperately.

And then she saw the shadow. She was hit with shock and embarrassment, shame and fluster filling her. She was going to say something, do anything. But she was far too far gone at Mademoiselle's fingertips. Arching, curves pushing out into the dark night, Karen came breathlessly, groaning in a long, desperate moan as she exploded with orgasm yet again. Toes curled, lips parted, and her eyes rolled back in her head...

O-oh... good... god... She whispered breathlessly, going limp on the bedsheets...

Karen's black hair was spilled out over the satin sheets, gently sliding past naked shoulders. Her body shuddered and quivered under Mademoiselle's tender touches, her weak muscles straining to do anything but twitch and tremble.

It was useless. Karen let out soft groans and shook, the young woman nearly collapsing into blissful unconsciousness before her bedmate finally, mercifully ceased. Looking up into Mademoiselle's face as she pressed close and looked to her, Karen's cheeks only got hotter. Her chest rose in a sigh as the woman's dark hair gathered around him, and Karen couldn't stop blushing.

I... I'm afraid... I don't know much about... um, doing this sort of thing. Karen shared an embarrassed smile, actually feeling rather bad. I mean, Mademoiselle did... quite a bit with Karen, and she wasn't sure how to return the favor. The feel of her bed partner's breasts gliding along hers drew a gasp from Karen, and not pressing themselves together became impossible.

Lips pressed hungrily to lips, Karen's voluptuous curves pressing against Mademoiselle. All thought had suddenly scattered at the renewed shock of passion, and before she had realized it her hands were pressing against Mademoiseille's buttocks, grinding her to Karen even harder.

It took several long seconds before she realized herself. Slowly Karen pried her lips back off of the other woman, eyes staring at hers with just as much surprise. It wasn't that she wanted to stop... maybe even that she thought she should. But to do that so suddenly, aggressively, was very... I... I, didn't mean to... go that... ah, far so... suddenly. Despite her words Karen couldn't pull her fingers away form where they were locked, or pull tightly pressed bosoms apart. Her thigh had found its way betwen Mademoiselle's, and her legs were straddling one of the other woman's...

Flesh pressed to flesh; panting breaths on heated skin. Tight against Mademoiselle, her lips were pursed as short groans escaped her. Feeling the other woman twisting, bucking, squeezing and nibbling... it was making her almost desperate. Fingers trembled against her as she met Mademoiselle's gaze, stiffening as she began to turn... what was she doing?

Karen found out suddenly, her legs bouncing and kicking by reflex as a ragged gasp escaped her. Oh... Oh! O-oh.. th-that... She cut off, blushing and groaning softly... it was good. She... really needed to repay the favor... Karen reached up slowly, eyes focusing on the glistening channel Mademoiselle had presented. Shyly, curiously, she slid a finger slowly along the other woman's thighs... approaching those petals and gently tracing over them before pushing in, her finger turning to explore what was offered...