Diana climbed carefully atop Ashley's prone body, arranging her knees on either side of the blonde's wide hips.

Ashley's nerves came alive. She thought she could feel a feverish heat radiating from Diana's pussy, imagined drops of moisture gathering in her friend's dark pubes, gleaming and swelling before dripping down on her. She imagined other things as well, crazy things: she wondered what it would be like if Diana turned out to be a boy, with a huge thick cock to stick inside her. She wondered what it would be like if Diana just made a move on her for real, instead of playing around like a couple of kids. What if she kissed her?

Ashley didn't consider herself to be lesbian or bi. Until she had started playing the game with Diana, she had never once been excited by another girl, or even come close. But for some reason the slight, skinny form perched on top of her right now was driving her wild. She half-wished Diana would kiss her. Just once. Just to see what it felt like.

"I wanna see her titties," Diana whispered. "Since she's asleep, I can do anything I want. I wanna play with those big ol' moo-titties."

Suddenly Diana's hands, delicate as birds' feet, were sliding up under Ashley's tee-shirt, skating over her ribs and soft belly, pushing the shirt up into a wrinkled mass just over her now exposed boobs. If she hadn't been so turned on, Ashley would have broken down shrieking with laughter. But the sudden caress of Diana's cold fingers, and the strange passion behind her touch made the taller girl gasp and shudder with an almost violent surge of horniness. When Diana squeezed her plump nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting them like the dials of a radio, she was all but overwhelmed by a sudden hunger to be fucked.

Her eyes fluttered open, heedless now of the game. She reached clumsily for Diana-for what, she didn't know. Her body was moving of its own volition, seemingly dead set on trying for its first lesbian experience. But the smaller girl lunged downward, biting voraciously at her boobs, catching her nipples one by one between her teeth and sucking on them. The explosions of sensation robbed Ashley of any ability to do anything but feel. She lay back on the couch breathing and cursing in a feeble, broken voice.

The game had never gone like this before. Usually, Diana was content to just pinch and pluck and tickle, paying particular attention to her nipples. On a few occasions she had licked and sucked at them-that had been hot, but no matter how Diana had cursed and talked dirty to her, there had always been a little hesitance, a certain deference. Eventually, as though by some invisible mutual signal, she would stop, and then Ashley would get up and ask how her day had been. They would have a beer and watch TV together.

Not tonight. The more dominant personality Diana displayed while playing the game had taken over utterly. "Come on, bitch, come on, you know you like this. You know this shit's makin' you wet. Come on, now..."