"I know, me neither," she answered and giggled a little, encouraged by Sara's response and words. If felt so strange and yet so easy to be here with the beautiful girl, to be thinking about her in a way she had so far only thought about guys. She wanted her, she realized with a jolt in her stomach and thudding heat in her groin. Her breasts tingled and her breath was shallow as she gently, and almost shyly, feathered her fingers up Sara's ribs and the sides of her breasts. Her heart stopped beating for a painful moment of searching approval in the other girl's eyes, and then she painted a slow pattern on her over the shirt as her fingers fanned out and followed the swell of her breasts until they brushed gently over her nipples.<br/><br/>Julia took a quick breath and watched Sara, fascinated by her reaction to the soft touch. She leaned in and kissed her, sucked gently on her bottom lip and kissed her again. Her hands were still on her breasts, simply weighing them in her palms while she tasted those sweet lips. The whole thing had suddenly spun into something different, something infinitely more intimate than the almost accidental touches before. Julia knew what she wanted now, and the thought sobered her up. The heady affect of the wine lingered as a mild buffer but her head was clear, and her intentions were too.<br/><br/>"I think I want you..." she whispered and caught her eyes, her green ones dark with emotion. Maybe this was a way to get over being rejected, or a way to vent her frustrations through something that would normally belong between her and a guy and was now deliberately cutting guys out of the picture. She didn't care. All she cared about was the smoldering desire for the girl in front of her, under her fingers, against her lips.