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I was having issues coming up with coherent thoughts as our tongues tangled together gently. All I could think about was the many sensations Savannah was making me feel.
One of my hands drifted lightly to her hip as we continued to get lost in the feel of each other. If anyone had told me this morning I would have been making out with anyone, never mind another girl, I would have insisted they were crazy. Nothing about this felt crazy though. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to me.
I couldn't explain it, didn't even really understand it, but that didn't really matter or rank very high on the list of my concerns at the moment.
Which was only pushed further down the list when I felt a tear spill down on to my my cheek. I pulled away slightly, concerned.
"Savannah? What's wrong?" I asked gently, moving to wipe away a tear carefully.
((Open to Savannah))