The flush grew deeper at that touch, and a twitching, gripping sensation was flowing down from her throat, to the pit of her stomach, and lower. With her right hand she reached up to place it over Bellflower's hand on her cheek. Her left hand ran down Bellflower's arm, tracing the line down, then up, then down again until that hand too settled on top of Bellflower's. Rosalind smiled then, looking down at her left hand first and back up to Bellflower. She straightened her back ever so slightly and their lips touched.
It was an open-mouthed press at first, just feeling each other out. It was clear within a few moments though that Bellflower intended to lead this encounter. She kissed Rosalind's lower lip repeatedly, nudging her mouth wider.
Rosalind complied willingly - leaning back further against the books as she did. Her left hand fumbled for Bellflower's shoulder so she could pull herself back up and keep the distance as minimal as possible. Then it started to wander, finding the opening in the other woman's garment to feel the smooth skin, then tried to pull it open wider.
Bellflower noticed quickly that Rosalind appeared to need... guidance in this realm. Having the imagination was one thing, but being able to act out those dreams was something else entirely. She gripped Rosalind's left hand with her right and did exactly that - guided her along the way.
As Rosalind eventually buckled under all of the heady emotions and Bellflower kept up the sensory onslaught, one more person was heavily engaged in their interaction... from behind the safety of the nearest aisle.
"Uh huh... uh huh... ooh, that's good!" Book flipped the page and started a new sketch. "Between this and my own fun, Bell won't be able to complain for a week once I get all this rare material finished."
BELLFLOWER/ROSALIND Part 2/2
It was an open-mouthed press at first, just feeling each other out. It was clear within a few moments though that Bellflower intended to lead this encounter. She kissed Rosalind's lower lip repeatedly, nudging her mouth wider.
Rosalind complied willingly - leaning back further against the books as she did. Her left hand fumbled for Bellflower's shoulder so she could pull herself back up and keep the distance as minimal as possible. Then it started to wander, finding the opening in the other woman's garment to feel the smooth skin, then tried to pull it open wider.
Bellflower noticed quickly that Rosalind appeared to need... guidance in this realm. Having the imagination was one thing, but being able to act out those dreams was something else entirely. She gripped Rosalind's left hand with her right and did exactly that - guided her along the way.
As Rosalind eventually buckled under all of the heady emotions and Bellflower kept up the sensory onslaught, one more person was heavily engaged in their interaction... from behind the safety of the nearest aisle.
"Uh huh... uh huh... ooh, that's good!" Book flipped the page and started a new sketch. "Between this and my own fun, Bell won't be able to complain for a week once I get all this rare material finished."