(((((<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">OOC discussion thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212018.new#new)</span></strong>)))))<br/><br/><br/>Jessie was surprised as Beth's lips parted and her tongue made contact.  But the surprise barely had time to register before the accompanying pleasure also registered, and her long denied libido screamed for more.  She opened up then, truly committed.  The voice inside her head telling her it was wrong to be doing this with another woman - never mind another woman who was also a whore by trade - was getting harder and harder to pay attention to.<br/><br/>Jessie's hips continued to press her fevered loins into the warm body below her, and she felt Bethie shift to make their contact even more intimate.  It wasn't quite what Jessie was trying to do.  In truth she herself didn't know exactly what she was trying to do.  She was only moving her hips on instinct, following the movements of the oldest dance by sheer chance, seeking to quench the need she felt so keenly.  But then Beth's passionate sounding encouragement sounded so close to her ear, the warm breath that delivered it puffing softly and tickling her neck.  It was like a spur to a horse for Jessie.<br/><br/>As their bodies shifted and squirmed together, two things were happening at once.  The man's shirt that Jessie was still wearing to sleep in was riding up on her hips, and so was Beth's nightgown.  More and more of her bare skin began to come into contact with that of the woman under her.  Jessie found she sought and craved that contact with warm bare flesh even more.  She began to rub the instep of her foot along Beth's calf, inadvertently entwining her legs with Beth's.  Mindful that their clothes were riding up and leaving more of each of them exposed, she supported herself on her elbow enough to make sure the blanket was pulled over both of them to protect their modesty from anyone who might get a glance in passing.  But this had the effect of tugging some of it off of Penelope, or at least jostling her for possession of it.<br/><br/>Jessie didn't care.  She was enjoying the most amazing kissing, and her body was responding on it's own.  Her hands were busy now that the initial shyness about touching another woman's breast so intimately had been overcome.  Now she was assertively squeezing and kneading Beth's tender flesh and enjoying it.  She wasn't sure what she should be doing really; she was not a man and couldn't please a woman the way a man would.  This caused an awkward momentary pause between kisses, but her hips didn't stop moving.  Whatever she was doing felt good to her, and as she moved, she began to feel as though Beth's nightgown was getting wet in exactly the spot she was rubbing against.<br/><br/>At first she was mortified that she'd made it wet from rubbing herself on Bethie so lewdly.  Jessie paused in confusion, trying to remember back to the crude talk around the camp's fires back in Georgia with the boys in Johnston's army.  There had been plenty of lurid stories passed around between lonely men far from their homes, each one telling what they'd most like to be doing and with whom back home.  Now Jessie tried to recall any details that she'd overheard that might tell her how to go about pleasing a woman.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that Bethie was a whore and had probably had more men than she could count, it somehow made Jessie want to please her all the more.  Maybe it was a point of pride with her or something.  Maybe it was because she was taking this 'husband' thing far too seriously.  Or maybe it had been the memory of the way Beth had looked at her earlier in the evening or the hot little whisper she'd just offered.  But whatever it was, Jessie began to despair of knowing what to do to give her 'wife' the pleasure she wanted to make her feel.<br/><br/>Then it suddenly dawned upon her that she was a woman too.  All she had to do was to do the things that she'd liked to have her husband do to her when he was alive.  Suddenly Jessie's hand slid from Beth's breast down over her warm tummy, and then the fingers delved lower, dipping up under the hem of the nightgown and along Bethie's thigh, and up through the curly blonde thatch, finding that moist triangle of warmth.  At that first touch, Jessie began to realize that it might not have been her own moisture that had made the gown wet.  But it didn't matter now.  Unlike the clumsy fumbling that even her husband had done to her, Jessie's nimble fingers could tell what was what even in the dark, and she wasted no time touching and rubbing Bethie like she, herself, liked to be touched and fondled.<br/><br/>The shirt she was wearing had ridden up around her hips, leaving her bare below.  And with her hand up under Beth's nightgown, the hem of it was also up high enough to expose Beth's thighs.  Now Jessie found that contact against that warm soft skin with her nethers felt irresistibly good, and her hips moved once again in that slow grinding rhythm.  Meanwhile, she put her lips to good use, kissing along Beth's clavicle just at the neckline of the gown.  She mixed the soft kisses with gentle nibbles, careful not to break the skin with her teeth, but firmly enough to scrape and make it exciting.<br/><br/>Jessie thought she ought to say something, but she didn't know what to say that wouldn't give herself away to anyone who might overhear.  She wanted to moan or at least tell Bethie how good it felt to be doing this.  But what did men say during....well, during sex, she wondered.  Her Josiah had never been the talkative sort, and for the life of her now, she could not recall a single thing he'd ever said to her while they had been making love.  Before, or after, certainly; he'd shower her with compliments or whisper what a fine woman she was, or some such thing.  But during the act itself, never a word.  Jessie realized only now that she'd missed it.  She determined that she'd try to do better by her 'wife'.<br/><br/>Remembering to slip into a lower register with her voice, Jessie spoke quietly into Beth's ear, "You feel so warm and soft, Bethie.  You make me feel....uh....mighty good!" Inwardly, Jessie groaned.  She felt so stupid for saying that.  How she wished she could just say what she wanted to say: that this was an amazing experience she'd never forget, even if it might be wrong; that it felt so odd, but so very good to be touching another woman this way.  And she wanted to urge Beth to touch her too.  But she dared not say any of that.  Instead she simply laid her cheek against Bethie's breast and listened to the patter of the young woman's heart and kept slipping her fingers in and out of those warm slick folds hoping it felt as good to Bethie as it used to feel to her.<br/>