The younger girl took her hands from her face and watched as Emily
crawled toward her. They stared at each other for a full second,
each girl unsure of how to make the next move or whether to make
the next move... each questioning each other's motivations, and
their own. Fuck it, Emily thought. She cupped Jennifer's oval face
in her hands and erotic sex, gently on her cupid-bow lips.
They looked into each other's eyes. "No pressure," Emily murmured.
"It's just touching. Only go as far as you want. No pressure at all."
Jennifer leaned forward and kissed the blonde girl. She wasn't sure
what she wanted, but the older girl's tone was so soothing, her lips
so soft, that her fears faded into the background. They continued to
kiss shallow kisses, then their pink tongues lightly explored each
other's mouths. "Oh my God..." David sighed as he watched the two
women kiss slowly, their erotic sex. It was a scene he'd
imagined, but the reality blew his imaginings out of the water.
Both girls laughed, but continued to kiss, turning slightly to make
sure he could see everything. His wide-eyed gaze excited them both.
David watched as their nipples hardened, denting their shirts. He
shifted to accommodate the growing swell in his pants.
The lecturer was already speaking, and he didn’t give me more
than a glance as he droned on about Financial Planning for the
Small Business Owner. The colleague at the end of my table
looked up long enough to dismiss my importance. I knew I looked
like erotic sex - my hair was a mess and I
felt like every eye was on me as I entered the room, UN-fashionably
late. This was starting out all wrong. I couldn't even find my
place in the handouts they had provided. It must have been obvious
to the kind young gentleman in front of me; he took pity, and
turning, helped me locate the page. I smiled my thanks, all the
while taking in his boyish good looks.
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