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Cruel Wednesdays

Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

treasure, I was floating. The blood rushed in my ears and her scent of arousal shot directly into my core. I tried everything I had learned, and while the girl looked on with desperate, jealous lust in her eyes, I kissed my way up my goddess’ thighs and felt her tremble and shiver under my ministrations. She was hot and soft and she tasted like autumn and berries and lemons and love. Her folds parted willingly for my tongue and caressed it deliciously in return. I licked and nibbled and sucked, and every little action was rewarded by the most beautiful moans and gasps. Her hips moved and her moans grew louder, and I was filled with giddy joy. Yet, her eyes were riveted to the girl’s face, drank in her ever-increasing despair at being denied from taking part in our intimate pleasure. I nibbled on Clarissa’s clit and she arched her back. I sucked, and she groaned her approval. My tongue and lips became a blur as I drove her closer and closer to release, until, finally, her hands buried themselves in my hair and pushed my face close to her pussy. Moisture welled from her spring and coated my tongue, and she writhed and shook like mad, crying out the sweetest song of release. I felt a sense of accomplishment wrap around me. But then I looked up at the girl’s face and saw the painful need in her face, the hint of moisture in her eyes, and strangely, it was now my heart that was filled with envy. Clarissa’s eyes were still riveted to hers. She was the center of her attention. ... My goddess had caught her breath and gotten up on her knees, face still flushed from our lovemaking and ever so beautiful. She nudged me to lie down on my back, whispering, “Your turn.” I don’t know what came over me. Well, I know - I knew even then, but I didn’t want to think about it, for fear of accepting that my needs didn’t fit with society’s norms. “Please,” I heard my voice beg, strangely detached as if I was listening to someone else, “please don’t. I want to…” My voice broke, but now that I had started to express my feelings, it felt as if there was no turning back. “...to be the one denied. I want to yearn and need and desire, and I want to see your eyes light up when you look at me and drink in my desperation. I - I want to be the focus of your need, any way you want, any time!” My heart pounded painfully against my ribs as if it was trying to break free. Her eyes widened, and we knelt there in silence for a long time, I nervous and embarrassed and feeling like tumbling in free air, and she surprised and contemplative. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” she finally whispered, and I thought I heard a note of pain in her voice. “I don’t mind,” I reassured her quickly. “I meant what I said.” There was another long pause. “I don’t want to get attached to you. I already am, far too much. I don’t want to go to the cafe and not find you there one day.” The vulnerability suddenly evident in her face took my breath away. “Don’t tempt me!” she hissed, schooling her ...