Mya's kiss was brief, but it was powerful.  Mary found herself just starting to open her lips beneath Mya's when Mya withdrew.  That was a very interesting discovery, that she wanted to kiss, and be kissed, by a girl.  Every time she'd kissed a boy, it had been the boy who'd opened his mouth and then used his tongue to open hers.  Mary had never been the one to initiate a more intimate kiss, but her body knew what it wanted with Mya even if Mary herself did not fully grasp it.<br/><strong><br/>"I can order us one,"</strong>she said, then realized Mya was joking, using humor to take some of the tension out of the situation.  She laughed, a little quiet and short, but it was a laugh.<strong>"I can't imagine what anyone who saw it would say." </strong><br/><br/>Mary let go of Mya and stepped around her, but her head and body kept turning back, making sure Mya was still there.<strong>"I'm going to go get ready for bed.  Be right back."</strong>When she came back, smelling of toothpaste and facial wash, Mary was wearing a pretty butterfly printed chemise that looked like and probably was silk.  She'd left her hair down, but had brushed it until it shone.  It also looked like she might have been crying, her eyes were red, but there was a smile on her face even if it was a trifle wan.<strong>"Your turn.  I'll..." </strong>she gestured towards her bed.<br/><br/>(http://images.neimanmarcus.com/ca/1/products/mx/NMI0AG6_mx.jpg)<br/><br/>