A moment of doubt crept into Jessie's mind.  Was Bethie sincere?  Were her whispered encouragements genuine, or was this just a whore's act designed to please her companion's ego.  But at the young woman's urging to unbutton her gown, Jessie ceased to worry.  No passerby would have known that her gown was still on, or that the acts they were engaged in was anything but genuine.  So Bethie must have been telling simply what she wanted to happen.<br/><br/>Encouraged once again, Jessie braced on her elbows, letting some of her weight rest on the feminine body underneath her as she unfastened the buttons on the night gown.  She couldn't stop kissing Bethie as each new bit of soft warm flesh was revealed.  Jessie found she really liked kissing Bethie's neck and throat, and kept going back to that spot where she would feel her lover's pulse rapidly flickering against her lips.  But as the neckline of the gown opened further, Jessie's kisses and open mouthed nibbles went lower and lower.<br/><br/>Soon the delicate swell of Bethie's breast was falling beneath her amorous kisses.  Jessie could feel the almost liquid resilience of the warm soft flesh, and instinctively sought the puckered areola and nipple, finding it stiff and erect just as her own.  Her tongue darted out to circle the turgid bud, then her lips enclosed it, forming a small 'o' and pulling it into the hot wet space of her mouth with suction alone.  She moaned around the obstacle, as if it were the sweetest gumdrop, and the sound carried through her lips as vibration.<br/><br/>As her fingers worked further at the buttons, Jessie's tongue pressed the nub of flesh to the roof of her mouth, rhythmically sucking just as an infant would.  With each suckle, her tongue rubbed the morsel of flesh against the roof of her mouth.  She was fully latched on and suckling like a newborn babe.<br/><br/>At last her fingers unfastened the last of the buttons on the gown and she tugged it off of her lover, then removed the bindings on her own breasts and regained her place between her 'wife's parted thighs.  Bringing her lips close to Bethie's earlobe, she whispered, too low to be heard beyond their bed, "Oh Bethie, I love how this feels!  I never knew it could be so exciting and feel this good!"  This time her words were no act, nor spoken in her 'manly' voice.  Just an earnest declaration of how she felt in the moment.<br/><br/>No longer was she concerned about what a man would do to please a woman.  At some point her own instincts took over, and she was making it up as she went along, just doing what seemed to come naturally.  As she moved her hips back into play against the younger woman's set sex, grinding her own in that hot wet place, she knew a new sensation.  They were now embraced breast to breast, with no coverings or clothing between them, nothing but bare flesh meeting bare flesh, arms and legs entwined.  The new feeling excited Jessie along with the knowledge of the taboo of what they were doing.  It provided her with an intense psychological thrill that translated into physical expression.  her breathing grew ragged, her rhythmic motions less coordinated as she approached a climax.<br/><br/>She barely remembered in time to moan in a lower tone when her bliss hit her full force.  "Oh Bethie! Oh God, yes!"<br/>