Each little brush of Julia's fingertips over her hip in the thin material of the dress sent a little tingling sensation in to her stomach and the young woman found she rather liked it.  She fell into a rhythm dancing with her roommate.  White wine tended to go straight to her head and make her more flirty which in this situation translated into the way she moved.<br/><br/>When Julia pulled her in, Sara didn't fight it, in fact she rose the wave of heat that flushed through her body.  Sara sucked in a breath just before Julia's lips met hers and electricity seemed to shoot through her.  It may have been fractions of a second for all she knew but the world seemed to just stop.  Julia's lips were soft, sure and unlike any kiss she'd experienced.  She was suddenly very aware of her breast pressed against the other woman, her hand on on the curve of her hip.  A sudden sensation of simultaneously floating and being flung into space rushed through her.  She wanted to feel more.<br/><br/>Her eyes remained closed and she rose on her toes to make up the little height difference and press her lips to the other woman's again.  She didn't speak a word between the meetings of their lips.  Instead she just dove back in.  This time less timid her lips parted a bit so she tasted the other woman.  Julia was sweet, tasting a bit like the wine but more like honey.  Her tongue flicked out experimentally, brushing against Julia's lower lip.