Their hands explore each other's bodies. Sam reaches up Carly's shirt and into her bra. Her stomach tingles when she finds Carly's round, small breasts. Her index finger trails over a nipple.
Carly yelps and attacks Sam in return, sends her hands sliding over Sam's back, rubbing her tailbone down beyond her belt. Sam shivers and presses against Carly, instinctively grinding against Carly's hip.
Carly tugs off Sam's t-shirt, and Sam can hardly breath from surprise and shock and thrill. Carly's skilled fingers undo Sam's bra, and she lets it fall to the ground.
"You have, like, the best boobs ever," Carly whispers as she takes them in her hands, which makes Sam laugh then moan when the brunette girl draws her lips and tongue over her right nipple, licking and teasing until Sam's groaning and pushing and thrusting against Carly in a desperate attempt for more, more-!
"Shay . . . " Sam whispers. "Take off your shirt."
"Make me," Carly says with a grin, then continues to move her mouth down past Sam's breasts and over her belly button. She grabs Sam's belt, yanks it off in one swift move, and slides the jeans down to her knees.
Of course I'd pick today to wear my South Park boxers.
Sam's decided it's all very well having Carly come onto her, Carly tell her what to do and Carly kiss her, but she wants to be in control.