Abida considered in a quick instant that Lilla would do well on the Akkadi worlds. A dance, a drink, and finding a friend and making love is common place. Nothing sparks passion like sex under a sky of bright glittering stars. She recalled past lovers under the stars, under canopies of green in the tropical basins. A few men, a woman or two, rolling in blankets, or on the open fields. While a stellar craft was not exactly a hill in the savanna, or a great green sea coast, it did technically have the star filled sky.<br/><br/>With Lillas simple request, to smell the flowers, Abida pulled her hands away very quickly. She grabbed her skirt, and with a quick motion her dress was pulled off over her head and cast away. The motion was fluid, revealing so much of her body, save for the simple black cotton panties, Abida was scooted back, allowing her left foot to touch one of Lillas left hand. Abidas breasts were perky, they would be called a "b cup" if one analyzed her bra carefully. They were youthful, with dark brown nipples and areola that were only slightly darker then her skin. Apparently the dress was not worn with a bra at all. Her hips were now more revealed, with only the thin sheet of black cotton between her vagina and Lilla.<br/><br/>Abida then moved forward unto her bed sitting at the very edge, just before the kneeling Sister. With her hands she took Lillas hands and placed them on her hips, guiding her right hand across Abidas skin, the pale almost ghost white rubbing feeling the silky smooth burnt bronze that was Abidas. Her other hand pulled at Sister Naser closer, allowing her to use her legs to beckon Lilla closer and guide her so to speak. She used her left hand to guide the Sisters other free hand along her leg and to her backside. Abida guided the Sisters right hand over Abidas breasts, and down her belly, and back to her thigh, down her inner thigh and back to her hip again. All the while Abida smiled and let her green eyes lock unto the blushing face of the Sister. Before the Sisters eyes were the inner thighs of Abida, a black triangle of cloth, and a belly.<br/><br/>Perhaps Abida was being a bit forward, but the Sister did request and seemed curious about Akkadi culture, what better introduction then one of the more common ways young adults often spend time together. Abida allowed her more feral and primal side to take over, her sex starting to dampen in from the anticipation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>