“Well you did a lot more because when you kissed her you felt something and she felt something,” Tasha said.

“Yeah, it was like a spark of electricity,” I said, “we had a very passionate relationship. Like you and me.”

“When I kissed Jamie, there was no electricity,” Tasha said.

“None at all?” I said disbelievingly.

“None whatsoever,” Tasha said, “it’s not like when I kiss you.” With those words her lips pressed against mine softly, “there’s sparks flying.”

“I feel them,” I said softly, my voice betraying my desire as it only occurred when Dana used to kiss me, and now Tasha.

“You’re the only one that I want,” Tasha whispered huskily kissing my lips more passionately this time, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“God I love you,” I said giving in to my desire and crashing my lips against hers. I tongues met in a desperate battle for dominance. Normally Tasha dominated our sexual encounters and she would let me dominate sometimes. This time I wanted to dominate because I wanted to. Dana always dominated me and I wish I would have dominated her…I never got the chance.

With a set mission in mind, I straddled Tasha seductively and slipped off my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra and this pleased her. She let out “sss” sound as if something had burned her and her hands were immediately cupping my breasts. I let her caress them for a while out my own personal need, but then I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. She looked at me in surprise and watched me closely for my next move. With one hand still holding her arms in place, I brought my other hand under her shirt and to her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra either. One of the things we have in common is that we synchronize in this aspect. I tweaked her nipple roughly and she arched her back letting out a long moan.

I kissed her neck softly, then started sucking the artery which I knew drove her crazy. I slid my hand down her stomach and into her sweats, under her panties. I wasn’t surprised by the wetness, just by the amount of wetness there was. She let out another moan at the contact and bucked her hips. She was getting desperate. I circled her clit agonizingly slow with my thumb then I slipped my index and middle finger even slower.