Alissa had never gone quite so far with another woman, but she wasn't a virgin. Her tongue snaked around Britta's, and she sighed and moaned softly into the kiss. She wrapped one arm around Britta's neck for a moment, and dropped one hand to squeeze and knead a perfect breast on the nymph. Alissa hadn't felt such lust in almost a year, and it surprised her to recall how consuming it could be.
She went along when Britta pulled her up to the shore, lying on her side. Her kisses were hungry, and she ground her pelvis against Britta's roughly as her hand trailed along the nymph's thigh inward.