Iris was reduced to begging as Ginger teased her, moist lips parting to plea for sweet climax. She arched her back, bucking her hips frantically. “Yes.” she whimpered. “Please make me scream”
“As you desire” Ginger breathed, she pressed the vibrator hard against Iris, resting the tip against the clit while a finger trusted into her moist center. First one finger, then two and three. She pressed in deeply only to retreat for the briefest of seconds before pushing hard into her.
Iris let out a yelp as the cold tip of the vibrator touched her clit, its buzzing hum titillating it into wicked response. Iris flew up as a moan of sweet pleasure echoed through her body, then fell back in a panting sweat. Ginger was relentless in her pursuit, driving Iris madly to the brink of mindless pleasure. She reached a point where she could no longer control the way her body responded, it writhed and contorted uncontrollably beneath waves of pleasure as they crashed down upon her.
“Cum for me Iris” Ginger whispered as she trusted her hand once more even deeper than any time before, wanting to wrench that scream from the girls lips. She felt that pussy tighten and constrict around her fingers. So very close now.
Iris thrust her hips forward as her climax threatened to shatter her entire existence. A long pleasured scream filled the air, shattering the silence of the cliff. There was a sudden rush of heat that formed between her thighs, waves of moisture running freely down her legs. Iris fell back, trying desperately to catch her breath. “Oh…my…god...” she whispered between gasping breaths, she was trembling.
Ginger grinned, and then ran a hand through the Iris’s dark brown hair. She moved away briefly to tuck the vibrator away into her back pocket. “Did you like that?” she murred as she returned to Iris’s side.
“Yes.” Iris sighed happily. “So much.”
“Good. Now touch me, feel between my legs” Gingers voice was husky with need. She had gotten herself so hot and bothered; her own body was throbbing painfully.
Iris sat up, suddenly feeling selfish. Completely concentrated on her own fulfillment, while remaining ignorant of what Ginger needed as well. She locked eyes with her as nimble fingers lifted her skirt up. That bright orange thong was moist at the center; Iris felt it against her fingertips as she brushed them along the shaved crevice of her body. “Like this?” Iris said sweetly as she slid beyond the thong and directly into Ginger.
“Oh…oooh, yes, like that”
Iris felt a toying smile play at her lips as she pulled Ginger closer, pressing their torsos firmly into each other. One hand rested at the Gingers generous curve of hip as the other pressed her finger as deep as it could go.
Ginger rewarded Iris with a low moan, the girl certainly did learn fast. “Suck it Iris, I need your lips against me.” Ginger found herself pushing Iris to her knees in the sandy expanse of the cliff, pressing her face hard into her groin.
Surprised, but not offended, Iris slowly tugged the thong to the side, before she sent her tongue into wild swirls against Gingers glistening center. The scent was different from hers; it was headier with a twinge of sweetness. Intoxicating. Iris pressed her mouth into the center of it, breathing it in as her tongue delved hungrily inside to lap up the juices beginning to flow.
Ginger felt her knees growing weak; unable to stand any longer she fell to the ground, lying back, with her hands over her head as Iris continued. Ginger thrust her hips up anxiously; grabbing Iris’ hand she pressed it into her vagina. Leading her fingers inside, showing her what to do.
Iris canted her head to the side, pulling her hand back only to push it back in without much warning, this time, slipping a second finger into her, making the silky walls of Gingers pussy stretch and mold around her. “You feel so good Gin” She whispered as she found a methodical steady pace, alternating how many fingers she used. Two, three, one, three. Iris continued on watching the sweet expressions of pleasure as they danced across Gingers features. Each sound that she made only pushed Iris to drive harder, go deeper, wanting to hear it over and over again.
Ginger lifted her ass in the air, sweet moans escaping her as Iris pummeled her pussy relentlessly. She became lost in the frantic waves of ecstasy that were cascading over her body. Her breasts heaved as she panted out Ri’s name over and over, head thrashing back and forth until the rise of pressure in her burning loins became too much. Lost in the moment, her release shook her to her core, a violent surge of cum seeping and pouring out all over Iris’s fingers, hand and arm.
Iris felt pleased with herself, almost proud, as she crawled along the length of Gingers’ body to rest her head on her chest. Ginger curled into Iris as she did, the two clinging to each other in a tangle of limbs. They were wet from the wasted down their skin matted with dust and sand, but both were grinning like cats dipped in hazelnut cream.
Eventually, Iris sat up and tentatively ran a hand through Gingers tangled hair, looking into her eyes with a new appreciation. “Gin...that was….” She smiled softly. “Amazing.”
Ginger sighed happily, running an idle hand across Iris’ breasts. “Better than amazing, that was heavenly”
Iris blushed and propped her head up with the palm of her hand, her elbow firmly planted in the sand as she stared out over the edge of the cliff. The gorgeous sunset behind Ginger caught her attention. The vivid contrast of colors in soft pastels streaked across the sky. She watched how the horizon in its azure hue, was slowly dappled in violets and vibrant streaking reds. The ocean reflecting the ember orb of the sun as it hid its face from the world. “I have never felt anything like that in my life.” Iris whispered as she brought her gaze back to the sun kissed Goddess next to her.
Ginger was absently running a finger along the curve of Iris’s shoulder, trying to find the nerve to speak. “Ri” Ginger paused to muster her courage. “I want to be your girlfriend.”
Iris blanched, and felt all the blood leave her face as she struggled with the proverbial bomb Ginger just dropped in her lap. In her mind this secret moment was brought writhing into reality. She frowned inwardly, unsure if she was ready for such labels. She was especially skeptical of this particular label, which would change how the world viewed her. Her entire religious family, all her friends… she would be forever changed in their eyes. Wherever they went, they would have to deal with that. Iris felt panic rise in her chest. “I don't think that would be a good idea Gin” the words rushed from her lips in frantic haste.
Ginger felt her heart sink in her chest, definitely not the response she had been seeking. “I see.” The simple words could not have been said in a colder tone.
A twinge of anger filled the space in her chest that had just moments before been bursting with joy. “What a fool I am.” She had never been able to hide her emotions very well, even under the best of circumstances. She pulled herself to her feet and pulled her skirt down over her hips before retreating to find her top.
“Gin, please don’t be mad… I…” Iris felt instantly horrid as she tried to reach out to Gin. “Please understand… this is all new to me.”
Ginger yanked her top on over her head, pushing a golden hand through her hair in a frustrated manner. “You can’t use that excuse forever Ri. You have to make a choice”
“Do you even realize what you are asking?!” Iris felt her voice rising in anger as she pulled herself to her feet, fists clenched at her sides. Spying her jeans in a crumpled heap, she moved to pluck them from the ground and hurriedly pull them on.
“Yes!” Ginger snapped as she tore off toward the car, pausing before she opened the driver side door to look Iris up and down. “You need to accept who and what you are.” Ginger shook her head at the blatant naivety that encompassed Iris. “Because, no matter how much you try, you will never be a happy housewife, popping out kids for your husband.”
Iris felt a rise of rage in her chest. Angry at the bitter truth being thrown in her face, her stubborn pride caused her words to come out harsher than she actually meant. “What if I want that life Gin? Did
you ever think of that? Maybe, I don’t want to live like you do.”
Ginger stared at Iris with pain filled eyes. The words stung, pierced her heart. She lifted her chin defiantly and slid into the car. “Fine.” She murmured with a tone of utter defeat. Fuck it. There was no point in fighting. She already felt like a fool. It was obvious, that Iris saw her as some toy to play with every now and then. Not good enough, to be considered as anything more than that.
Iris finished buttoning her blouse in silence. Aware of the sadness that now overshadowed Gingers normally bright features. Slowly, she walked to the car. “I’m sorry Gin.” Was all she could offer as she slid inside and closed the door.
Ginger said nothing. She turned on the car and whipped it around so she could angle it back down the dirt road. She was going to put this firmly in the past. Leave everything behind on that cliff. Time to move on. She was no toy. She was worth more than that.
Iris sat silently in the car, looking out her window with a forlorn expression. Twilight had already begun to make a path across the sky when they pulled back onto the main road. She watched the sprinkle of celestial lights slowly beginning to peek through the raven mask that overwhelmed the heavens. Shame and sadness wrenched at her heartstrings. Ginger was taking her home. After that, she didn’t know what would happen. Would they ever even speak to each other again? She looked towards Ginger, wanting to say something, anything, but no words came. Slowly, she curled her legs into her chest, lowering her forehead to rest at the tops of her knees.
The silence that filled the car was uncomfortable to say the least. Ginger found herself counting the minutes until they reached the South Beach condo that Iris shared with her mother. She pulled to the curb of the complex and parked. “Hey” She said softly. Iris looked like she was sleeping. “You’re home” She felt a twinge of remorse for the way things ended. There was nothing she wanted more than to see Iris happy. Unless Iris could show some sign or willingness to be with her, she would not be exposing her feelings to her again. Cold stone walls were already rising around her aching heart.
Iris stayed still for a long moment, keeping her head down. There was nothing she could say to fix this right now. Instead, she simply got up and pushed her way out the door, letting it swing shut behind her. “Call me tomorrow?” She tried to pull some sort of response from Ginger, terrified that she would never see her again.
The question surprised her; Ginger glanced up to Iris, eyebrows raised in confusion. “Call you?” She found herself driven by some feral need to inflict pain back on the one who had hurt her. Ginger turned away, looking out ahead of her as she shifted the car into drive. “I don't think that would be a good idea Ri” before she could witness the pain her own words caused, Ginger was gone. The car lurching forward as she sped away from the only love she had ever known.
A single silver tear rolled down Iris’s soft cheek, falling to the pavement beneath her feet. She watched with great regret as the taillights faded into the night. Some part of her knew this wasn’t the end. They cared for each other too much to stay apart. Didn’t they? She turned on her heel and began the slow trek up the walk to her front door. Returning to the life that was comfortable should have been easy for Iris. All she had ever wanted was to be normal, to fit in. Stepping back into this life should have created some sense of belonging. Yet somehow, everything was different now. She had been displaced, changed to her very core. Deep down, Iris knew nothing would ever be normal again.
To be continued..
By Danica Williams
Copyright © 2011 Danica Williams
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.
All persons portrayed in this book are over 18 years of age.
: apples to almonds:
Iris sat huddled over a small oak dining table that was propped in the center of an extravagant kitchen. “This sucks” she sighed as she mulled over a bowl of cheerios, drizzled in Almond milk, a look of utter misery plastered on her features, not entirely interested in eating this morning. Events from the previous day were replayed in her head over and over again, making her stomach churn. Sleep hadn’t come easily, echoes of Gingers words caused her to toss and turn. Eventually, the attempt at sleep proved futile, when the sun began to filter in through her window, creating long shadows across the floor.
"Good Morning cupcake” Her mother chimed happily as she entered the kitchen in a fluffy pink robe and matching slippers. Laura Delaney, almost an older version of Iris. With a slight smile Iris watched her mother tug a hand through her long dark brown hair. Hardly anyone believed Laura was well into her forties; she had a pristine complexion and timeless features. There were laugh lines around her soft green eyes that only served to give her face more character. Iris often wondered how much laughter it would take to get lines like those.
"Morning." Iris responded sleepily, making another attempt to shovel the cereal into her mouth. "I broke curfew last night." Iris had never been able to lie to her mother, especially about things she knew she was already aware of. It was far easier to just confess and get it over with.
Her mother shook her head with a small laugh. "I know." the sly reply made Iris wince, her mother seemed to know everything, even before she committed the crime. She waited for the untold punishment to be decreed as her mother crossed to the fridge to pull out a gallon of Apple juice. "What should your punishment be I wonder?" Laura grinned playfully.
Iris stirred her cheerios idly in the bowl and watched the whirlpool effect it created with fading interest. "Death, most assuredly, commence the beheading." the dry response was partly serious; all she wanted to do right now was curl up and die. With a sigh of disgust she pushed the bowl away from her, and then pulled her eyes up to reluctantly meet her mothers.
"Goodness, I was just going to put you on dish duty for a week. What has you so down?" The previous jovial tone her mother held was now one of genuine concern as she moved to the cupboard to pull down a cup. "Anything I can help with?"
Iris shook her head and placed her chin in the palm of her hand as she propped her elbow dramatically on the counter with a sigh. "Ginger and I had another big fight...Huge ….Huge fight" She said as she attempted to stifle a yawn.
Her mother chuckled, and then moved to sit at the table beside her "Relationships have their ups and downs cherub, but you two always work it out. Remember last summer? You swore you would never speak to Ginger again, and in less than a week you guys were joined at the hip once again." She grinned playfully as she reached out to poke the point of Iris’s nose with the tip of her finger.
"It’s different this time…" she struggled with the knowledge that this would be a subject she couldn't openly share with her mother. “Way different.” There came a sudden, cold realization, she had lost the one person she could confide in about anything. It made her stomach harden into cold stone. "You're right" Iris conceded, not wanting to take the subject any further. The last thing she needed was to have her mother die of a stroke. She could see the news article now: ‘Daughter comes out of the closet, Kills popular socialite Laura Delaney.’ With a false smile she continued “We will work it out.”
"I am sure you will.” It was a tentative comment, before her mother motioned to Iris’s attire. The exact same thing she had worn the day before. “Is this a new fad or something? Because, I don’t think even your prize winning smile can deter people from noticing wrinkled clothes and the smell of old sweat sock.” It was a playful jibe at Iris’s lack of wardrobe change, and a subtle reminder of the responsibilities they had as a family. Always, they had to be perfect dolls for her father to show off.
Iris looked down to scrutinize herself and sighed. “Did you get a dress for the Charity Banquet tonight?” she murmured, eager to change the subject.
“Yes!” Her mother beamed. “I got one for you too.”
“Of course you are!” Her father’s voice a low timber poured into the kitchen, warm and kind. He wore a blue cotton robe, as he always did on Saturdays. Timothy Delaney, the best Lawyer in the state of Florida. Iris adored him. His skin tone was substantially darker than her or her mothers. It was a natural dark tan that complimented his hazel eyes. To Iris, it seemed the only thing she had gotten from the entanglement of her parents DNA was his noble structured nose, and how it curved so slightly at the tip. Iris passed him the warmest smile she could muster “I’ll be happy to attend.”
Her Father nodded as he walked behind her and ruffled her hair “We have a long day ahead of us kiddo, looks like you will have the house to yourself.” He moved to her mother and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek before reaching across the table to unravel a package of bagels.
“It’s going to be wonderful.” Her mother grinned. “Your father and I are going to spend the day at Le Mirage Resort and Spa, where we will be massaged, oiled, exfoliated, trimmed and primped” The excitement in her voice was hard to miss. Her mother simply adored these sorts of trips.
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