Sara didn't notice much of the move to the couch, she was too focused on Julia's body and getting to know every curve.  She made a soft noise of protest when Julia pulled away but when she opened her eyes again she grinned at what she saw.  She quickly wiggled her way out of the stockings she'd put on.  Her dress followed them to be discarded leaving her with no panties and a black silk slip.<br/><br/>She moaned arching into Julia's expert lips and hand.  "Fuck..." She panted.  It was like Julia had a map and step by step instructions.  Which kind of made sense, she was after all female.  Sara's fingers traced over Julia's shoulder before running through her short soft hair then over her neck and whispering against her back.  She was soft perfection.  Her other hand mean while slid down her own body until she met Julia's and cupped her breast testing the weight and massaging before pinching the nipple, rolling it between her fingers into a stiff peek through her bra.<br/><br/>Sara shifted a bit to get a grip on Julia's shirt with both hands and tugging it off over the woman's head.  She took a moment to appreciate the stark contrast of her roommate's black satin and creamy skin stole her breath for a moment.  "Wow..." She caressed every inch of newly bared skin she could reach.