Just where might this be going?
Trixie was luxuriating in the pleasant, sensual feelings spreading over her body. She lay her head back against the padded cushion and allowed her eyes to half close, even while her moist lips parted slightly. Feeling Beatrice's hand drifting ever more to the inside while gently urging her thighs apart seemed vaguely wrong but was too wonderfully stimulating to resist.
For her part, Beatrice was utterly enchanted by the lush sight before her. Trixie's firm, round breasts, displayed enticingly by her cleavage, the tiny waist, and full hips, proclaimed her feminine charms. The soft warmth of her inner thighs, not resisting her probing hand, seemed to ignite fires in Sullivan.
But it was the beautiful, innocent face that was irresistible. Trixie's astoundingly fair skin, made to look more so by the light dusting of pink freckles and surrounded by red-gold ringlets of fine silk hair, presented the look of an angel. As her sensual arousal increased, a slight pink blush spread over her freckled chest and up to her fair cheeks. Her slightly lidded pale blue eyes, her cute turned-up nose, and her red and moist lips just parted to show her pearly teeth presented a countenance to love.
Beatrice had never dared to make the first move on a woman. Fear of rejection and ostracism was too great. However, with the heady mixture of the roller coaster of the last few weeks and the great news this afternoon, and a generous helping of alcohol, the older woman found no strength to resist her desires. Sliding her hand up Trixie's thigh, slightly closer to the target she desired, she leaned slowly forward and brought her lips to nuzzle, ever so softly, against Trixie’s red, pouting lips.
Only half-conscious and bathing pleasantly in the feelings engulfing her body, Trixie had no rational thought when those soft feminine lips grazed so delicately against hers. Instead, she responded purely instinctively, giving in to the sensual desire that had been building in her most private parts. Her pussy now was quite wet, and she felt her sensitive nipples swelling and pointing. She turned her head, closed her eyes, and pressed her mouth against the other as she put her arms around the neck of the woman she loved. Both girls allowed their lips to open more and tongues to slip forward, toying with each other and exploring each moist mouth.
Beatrice felt as if transformed to heaven, and half intentionally and half instinctively, drove her hand forward to touch the hidden treasure she so desired, the fingers now playing on Trixie's panty-covered pussy.
Trixie, feeling a sudden renewed flow in her vagina, gave a slight yelp of pleasure and pressed her tongue farther. Then, a worry crept into her confused mind. She drew back her head suddenly and looked into Beatrice’s eye, “But this is wrong? Isn’t it?”
Sullivan looked at her and said with complete honesty, " But I love you, dear Trixie."
The younger woman saw the sincerity in her eyes and felt an up-welling of all the love she felt for her mentor, her friend, her lover? “I love you too!” and locked their lips together in a hot passionate kiss.