The awkwardness when we kissed was pure Stevie. If I did not hold Stevie in this moment, she might disappear. I might never meet her again.
I laid Stevie on the bed and undid the buttons of her clothes. Lily would have moved her body to make the buttons easier to undo, yet Stevie was a tuna. The swell of the chest was Lily's, yet the heart was Stevie's. Growing impatient even with undoing the buttons, I took hold of the breasts without removing the clothes. The nipples were already hard. I lifted them from below and pressed slowly.
"Hau!?"
A sigh leaked from Stevie. While kissing I kneaded the breasts. My hands felt good. How long had it been since my hands slowly savored breasts?
