<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div>The watching and the waiting were both part of what made the tease between potential lovers so intoxicating. Deidre was drunk off it already, even as Andria approached her. The other woman was so put together, so lush, and at the same time so intelligent and ambitious. On any other playing field she would find Andria Collins admirable and would give her the due respect. But on this one, this one the other woman was a body to loser herself in, a place to let got.<br/><br/>She wanted to teach Andria to let go, to watch as the other woman lost herself in passion and desire. To see her as something else, someone else, to feel and touch and experience what they could do together was the reason Deidre was so aroused, the reason she wanted to be here.<br/><br/>With Andria close, Deidre’s hands slid to touch, sliding up the remaining fabric of the other woman’s clothes. She let the fabric tease her, over the slope of Andria’s him, let the rush of silk move her to slid her knee between Andria’s. It was a desperate search to feel closer, to touch more and still all Deidre could do was smile invitingly and offer up what they were both there for.<br/><br/><em>"It's, um... It's been a while,"<br/><br/>"I could use a demonstration.  Just a little something to get started."<br/></em><br/>Deidre inhaled sharply before leaning in to brush her lips across Andria’s. It was her opinion that a woman’s lips were so much more inviting, so much softer and made to be kissed. Just once wasn’t enough, so Deidre took it deeper, her tongue sliding against Andria’s to taste her. She moaned into it, moaned as her arousal built and between her thighs she dampened.<br/><br/>One, expert hand, slipped beneath the silk and up Andria’s thigh to clutch at her hip; the other hand, as Deidre rested on her elbow, levered ever so slightly to tease at Andria’s nipple.<br/><br/>She wanted this woman, desperately. She wanted her enough that her hips rocked against Andria’s knee, teasing her own sex with stocking clad leg. By the time Deidre broke the warm, leisurely kiss she was panting and her hand had clutched to Andria’s ass.<br/><br/>“More?”