This is an account of this past weekend. She was sharing a hotel bed with a girl who was staying in the hotel while in town for the wedding we had all just attended. Her hand hung over the side of the bed. I was lying in the floor next to her side of the bed and staring at her bare forearm and fingers. The desire to reach out and touch her hand with my own was unexpectedly strong. I hesitated, then decided against my instinct, but my hand had thoughts of it's own and I watched as it crept along the side of the bed towards her hand. My hand stopped it's journey a mere fraction of an inch from where her hand hung suspended, I couldn't find the resolve within myself to risk touching her. While my mind weighed the pros and cons of this brave or foolish act I felt one of my fingers graze the side of her hand. Her hand pulled back into the bed. I pulled my own hand back towards me and made up my mind that the act was indeed a foolish one. Her hand slid back down the side of the bed. I just stared at it for the longest moment ever. The desire to feel her hand against mine grew again inside of me. I slid my hand near hers, but this time I wouldn't touch her I just wanted to be close. I rested my hand on the side of the bed near hers and left it there being content just to see our hands close to one another. Again I just looked at our hands, studying them next to each other. That's when her hand moved and wrapped itself around my own. My eyes fell shut and every bit of tension, sexual or otherwise, drew out of me entirely. Her fingers caressed mine, and I opened my eyes to watch them. Our fingers intertwined and explored each other for a good while before I moved closer and began kissing her fingertips, running my other hand up and down her forearm, and kissing the inside of her palm. A word never being spoken. As my hand moved up her arm all the way to her shoulder I felt her warm breath just before I felt her lips engulf my index finger and the warmth of her tongue play over my skin. I couldn't hold on to a breath to save my life. I pulled her slowly down toward the floor with me. I was ever cautious not to disturb the other room mate in the bed. Once in the floor her leg wrapped around mine, and with a hand on the back of my head she pulled my lips down to meet hers. Our lips pressed and our tongues met. For the years I've known her she had always been the fiercely strong and independent, self reliant, angsty young sister of one of my close friends. Now she surprisingly soft, vulnerable, and tender. Her demeanor as we kissed lying there on the floor next to the bed surprised me. Furthermore so when every once in a while she would withdrawal from a kiss to bury her head against my chest and literally sink into my embrace. It was a side of her I'd never seen, never heard spoken of by others, never expected, but fully welcomed. It was lovely, she was lovely. We continued to make out alternating between soft and passionate kissing and I swear that once my hand had ran through her wavy thick hair it had found a new home. Her hair felt smooth and cool against my skin as my hand moved continuously through her thick loose curls. I unbuttoned her shirt and she slipped my t-shirt over my head. Now within a renewed embrace there was nothing between our skin. There was plenty of exploratory kissing on both fronts and backs... anything we could get away with without disturbing our other room mate. While kissing her breast and placing my mouth over one of her nipples I began placing pressure on her clit through her clothes. When her hips began to move and her breathing grew deeper I slipped my hand underneath her clothes and underwear to find her invitingly wet. With her own lubrication I began rubbing her clit over and over at a steady speed and with slowly increasing pressure until her breathing stopped entirely and she sunk back into my arms holding me closer than I've been held in a long while. It was a fantastic evening, and one that will stay in my mind for a long time.