The Belly Button Ring

She lifted her head and looked up at me, her grinning face shining with my juices. 'Wow, that was something else.'

I don't quite know what reply she expected, but all I could do was lie there and nod enthusiastically.

'Did you enjoy it?' She asked, just a tinge of uncertainty in her voice. I think she was just a little bit worried that it being girl on girl had put me off. Not a chance.

I nodded again as vigorously as I could. 'Fabulous.' I croaked, unable to say any more.

She smiled at me and giggled softly, clearly proud of herself.

We lay like that with Suzy still between my widespread legs for a little while, unwilling and perhaps unable to stop altogether, until eventually, when she could see that I'd got most of my breath back, Suzy released my legs and hauled herself up my body to lay full length on top of me, just taking her weight on her elbows like a lover. She looked into my eyes and smiled. 'Thank you.'

I hadn't expected that, in fact it should have been the other way around I thought. 'It was.' I told her seriously. 'Quite literally, my pleasure.'

She smiled again and then, just as unexpectedly as before, she kissed me.

I don't think that kiss was intended as anything more than a warm kiss between friends, but I enjoyed the sensation of kissing a naked woman, and obviously so did she, because she did it again. My arms went around her and hugged her close and I kissed her back, the taste of my own juices on her lips acting like some strange kind of aphrodisiac.

Very soon we were kissing as passionately as before, our tongues probing and fencing and our bodies squirming as we pressed together. I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my softer breasts and, as she moved above me, her hips into the tops of my thighs. I wriggled slightly, perhaps trying to ease the feel of her sharp hip bone, not really aware of doing it. But Suzy was, she must have caught on to what I was doing because she pulled herself to one side a little and threw one leg over mine so that she was no longer resting so squarely on top of me.

But that had an unforeseen consequence and I felt a sudden surge of satisfaction at the unanticipated pleasure of feeling her bush resting on the top of my thigh. I wriggled a little to make the contact more complete. Once more she understood because she smiled and gripped my thigh between her legs, rubbing herself gently against me.

'Is that better?'She asked with a grin.

'Much better.' I told her, raising my knee a little to let her rub herself more firmly on my leg.

She kissed me again at the same time as rubbing herself against me. I loved that, especially as it meant that her thigh was pressed onto my pussy and rubbing just a little as she moved. I was spent, but I still felt horny enough to enjoy the feeling.

She kept on kissing me, breathing heavily through her nose and making randy little noises deep in her throat. Soon she was rubbing herself on me much more vigorously and it became obvious that she was intending to rub herself off on me. I didn't mind, in fact it felt wonderful, having her tongue probing my mouth as her body squirmed and rubbed against me. One thing that I couldn't help but notice, and get quiet amusement from, was her belly button ring pressed onto my stomach, the little blue stone scratching at my flesh. It seemed that the thing that had started everything was determined to be there at the end.

Soon she was pressing herself onto my leg much more forcefully and I had to press my knee back harder and then harder still to prevent her losing contact. In the end I had to concentrate on just holding it there, but once again that didn't matter, I was getting far too much pleasure from her pussy on my leg to let it worry me. I could even feel a wet patch spreading on my thigh from her pussy juices as she got closer and closer to coming.

When she did come she groaned noisily into my mouth, with her pussy squashed hard against my thigh and her entire body quivering with the effects of her orgasm before she suddenly lifted her mouth away and gasped, slumping limply on top of me.

It took a minute or two before she could move, during which time we both gasped noisily for the air we had missed out on from our nonstop kissing. Then she gave me a quick peck on the lips and rolled away, giving a little mumble of gratitude as her pussy was moved against my leg for the last time. Now we lay side by side, the air feeling cool against our sweaty bodies, and especially cool against the wet spot on my thigh. I couldn't help but grin at the sensation and the knowledge of how it got there.

Her hand came out and grasped mine and she turned her head to look at me. 'Are we still friends?' She asked me anxiously.

'Of course we are.' I told her, looking at her curiously.

'I thought what we've done might have spoiled things for us.'

'No,' I shook my head. 'No way. It's just added a new level, that's all.'

She squeezed my hand and lay silently before she spoke again. 'I've often wondered what it would be like.'

'What? With me?'

She was silent again, as if not sure how to answer. 'Not you in particular, just with a woman. Although I have wondered about doing it with you sometimes.'

'Is this the beginning of something then?' I asked, anxiously hoping.

'If you want it to be.'

'I do,' I told her, then grinned. 'But on one condition.'

'We don't tell our husbands?'

'Okay, so two conditions.' I grinned wider, looking backwards at the two mugs of cold coffee that stood there abandoned on the grass. 'But the one I was thinking of is that we get to finish our coffees first next time.'

'Deal!'