My fingers, glistening with my own wetness, continued to push through my lips, parting them, moving back and forth. Every so often I would slip my fingers inside of myself, giving myself a few firm thrusts, a couple solid tugs outward to apply pressure, before removing them with that gentle, subtle sound of wet flesh and suction, and returning them to my clit to redouble my stimulation.
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MY FRIEND THE BRIDE: A NOVELLA
“EMMA,” I said softly as she crept toward me. The smile she wore was happy, lusty, intoxicated. “What are you doing?” She looked so beautiful in her sleepwear, little pokey nipples showing through the thin fabric of her tank top, athletic and smooth stems of legs from the floor up to her striped cotton shorts.
“Just one more time,” said Emma. “Before I’m married.”
My heart rate skyrocketed and I felt the coolness of sweat on the small of my back. I knew very well what Emma was suggesting and in that moment I was so incredibly torn. Although I wanted dearly to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her, I didn’t want to be complicit in her cheating. As my mind dwelled on Emma’s suggestion, she closed in on me and slid her hands around my waist.
“What about Seth?” I murmured.
“He doesn’t have to know,” said Emma simply, as if that was all it took.
“Emma, I think you’re drunk,” I said. Emma pulled herself close into my body, gently grinding on me as we embraced. She was warm and inviting, her body thin but firm. I let my hands move around her backside and rest loosely on top of her butt.
“A little,” she said. “But I’m too good at saying ‘no’ when totally sober. I’m much more inhibited and good. Really, I just want to say ‘yes’ and stop worrying about it for a little while.”
And with that, Emma sweetly pressed her lips to my neck, kissing me, nuzzling her face against my skin, holding to me tightly. I couldn’t help but release a soft moan.
“Why won’t you just admit that you’re a lesbian?” I said, my fingers sneaking into the back of her tank top and tracing over her flesh.
“I’m not,” she said. “I just like you.”
“You’re a lesbian,” I said. And with that, Emma ardently pressed her lips against mine, partly to shut me up but mostly to take our intimacy there in the cottage bedroom to the next level. I couldn’t stop myself, having held a romantic candle for my friend for a very long time, and I eagerly returned her kiss, the two of us standing there, arms wrapped around one another, tenderly kissing amid sounds of lusty wet lip smacks and gentle moans.
“Mmm,” sighed Emma, pulling back from our kiss after a moment, slowly moving a stray tendril of hair out of her face with a slender finger. “Maybe I’m a little bit of a lesbian,” she admitted with a coy smile. “Just don’t… you know, question it anymore,” she said, trying to take my mind off of the realities. “It’s complicated.”
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CRAZY FOR A GEEK GIRL: A NOVELLA
WE COLLIDED into one another once again, warm skin melting together, arms wrapping around, lips meeting. I was overjoyed by this arousing cupidity, letting my hands do the talking for me as I explored along Henry’s torso, her chest and pierced nipples, and even moving a hand between her legs to grope at her womanhood through the attenuate material of her panties. I laid half on top of her, half to her side, the two of us lustily searching each other with nimble fingers, our lips hotly and moistly pushing together.
I felt Henry’s hand move down my backside, graze over the thin waistband of my panties, and plug a single finger into the string of my thong. She moved her finger downward, causing the string to lift out from my crack, and she just simply moved her finger slowly up and down along the stretchiness of the string as we fervently kissed.
“I’m crazy about you,” I sighed between kisses, instantly feeling self-conscious by my impulsive pillow talk. But Henry just giggled and cooed, rubbing her body into mine, our chests pushed together, our joint arousal growing.
“Hey Netty,” she murmured, removing her finger from my thong string and gently placing her hands on my sides. “I’ve got a secret for you.”
“Yeah?” I said, leaning down and kissing her neck tenderly.
“I’m really good at going down here,” she said, on the word “here” her fingers slithered between my legs and gave me a light pinch through the fabric of my panties. “Will you let me?”
“I would love that,” I said, pulling away from her and rolling over onto my back. Henry eagerly leapt up from her laying position, sitting next to me on her knees, her hands making their way to the elastic band of my thong.
“Let me take these off,” she said, taking hold of my panties and beginning to slip them off my hips. Henry slowly pulled the small article of clothing down my thighs and then off my feet, giving them an absentminded toss as she returned her attention to my body.
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THE BALLERINA: A NOVELLA
“IS THIS okay?” I said gently into her neck, ending my question with a couple of sweet wet kisses. I rubbed my palm back and forth along her thigh as I awaited her answer.
“Mm hmm,” she approved. “Keep touching me.”
My fingers slid up her shorts and petted Dinah in the crevasse of her leg. I could feel the humidity between her legs growing, moistening her soft, smooth skin. Her shorts had a built-in liner that adhered tightly to her lower body, and I traced my finger along the elastic edge of the liner, half on fabric and half on her skin. Up top, I continued to kiss her along her neck and up to her ear, causing her to shrug slightly and giggle.
“Tickles,” she said under her breath, a smile across her lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” I cooed into her neck between kisses.
“Thank you,” Dinah said mellifluously, her face steeped in happiness and her hands dancing over my back.
With two fingers, I pried open the tight elastic of her shorts liner and slipped inside of it. Those same fingers began rubbing over her mound, completely shaven and smooth, catching the very top of her pussy lips with every few caresses. Little squeaks of delight came from her mouth as I did this. Dinah grinded up against me now, her hips gyrating and her shoulders slinking back and forth.
“That feels really nice, Mish,” she murmured.
“You’re hairless down here,” I said softly into her ear and running a single finger along her pussy lips below causing her to judder.
“The girls and I waxed each other yesterday,” she said. “It was my first time doing that.”
“You waxed everything?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said.
“Why don’t you take these shorts off and show me?” I said, kissing her neck one more time.
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