[WLW] Braided

I lean back into her spread legs, and she takes my hair in her hands.

Fingers knead, then smooth my wavy brown hair. She takes a fine tip comb and separates my hair into three strands, then begins her weave. The gentle tugging as the tightens each faux knot into braids that will cascade down my bare shoulders and back.

Her arms are strong, her fingers delicate. I know each one by name, and have said a prayer to each as they've pleased me before.

She finishes one long thin braid, then moves to a different patch. Not just one large thick braid, but thin rows of braids to hold my fine flyaway hair in place.

Neither of us have sisters, but this sorority seems somehow inate, intimate knowledge.

Girls braid.

My hair is now a series of tight channels on my skull, flowing down my shoulders. Resting on my collarbones and shoulder blades.

I no longer feel like a 3 year hold who tried to brush her hair for the first time, nor a nine-year old with pigtails or one thick ponytail braid, but a mature orderly nest of braided ribbons.

I turn around and feel her chest against mine. Feel her breasts against my chest as I have against my back the past hour.

She is diligent and loving and caring and nurturing. She keeps me warm and I kiss her my thanks. She lies back and I lie on top of her, my weight flattening my breasts against her flattening breasts.

Our tongues dance, reminding us of other wet places.