A Russian perspective

Sitting on the couch, quiet and alone, Lubov is the essence of innocence.  Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.  Is she content to simply mind her own business or is she waiting for something?  Or someone.

She had not long to wait before company arrived.  Cami had not yet been living with Muzza when Lubov left to move to the south and so the two had only met for the first time the day before.  Returning to Muzza's for a holiday had been just a little unsettling at first, for in the recent past she had been a resident and now she was a guest.  It was enough to confuse a girl, if that girl had not been named Lubov.  

"Tell me something Lubov."  Cami seemed hesitant.  "You're a woman of experience."

"Well I have travelled."  Lubov shrugged.  "If that is what you mean."

"Sometimes, well you know ..."

"Hmm?"

"I wonder if there is .."

Lubov made a rolling motion with her hand.

"If there is more."  Cami finished quickly.  "More than I have."

Lubov rolled onto one knee to face Cami directly.  To Cami it suddenly seemed as though the tall Russian was hovering to the point of being intimidating, and the intensity of her gaze was certainly unsettling.

"Um."  Cami found she had to clear her throat, "Lubov?"

"Have you ever thought to do something different?" Lubov asked, her voice a silky purr as her hand came down lightly inside the thigh of the other woman.

"Different?"  Cami squeaked. 

"It is hot in here yes?"  Lubov asked.

"Um, I suppose."

"Then let me help you with this."  Lubov reached quickly forward and slipped the tie on Cami's top, her nails running lightly over the skin between the smaller woman's breasts.

"Oh."  Cami's eyes were suddenly wide.

"That is better."  Lubov declared, although she seemed far from content and her eyes loomed large in Cami's vision.

There was a flutterting sensation in Cami's tummy, not an unpleasant sensation and she realised that her breathing had become shollow and rapid.

"Um," Cami's voice had become low and rough. "What now?"

"Now?"  Lubov growled low in her throat. "Now we try something European."

"European?" Cami whispered.

"You like da?"

"Will it hurt?"  Cami squeaked, drawing a rough laugh from the blonde.

"Hurt?" Lubov's lips brushed Cami's. "Yes, but only a little."

"Oh... Okay."

We hope you enjoyed the little story.  For anything more you will need your imagination.