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Just A Tiny Spark
Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com
were wide and full of disbelief. To me, she looked like an angel. “Molly? What are you doing… god, you’re wet through and through. You’ll catch your death! Come in, quickly!” The flat wasn’t big, but it had an open space that served as kitchen, dining- and living room, and one of the walls had an open fireplace where flames were dancing merrily on a bunch of logs. The warmth quickly broke through the cold from outside, and I realized how every piece of fabric clung wetly to my body. Joanne guided me in front of the fireplace, mindless of the wet trail I left on her hardwood floor, and once there, pulled the cloak from me. I shivered. “Why?” she asked quietly, but when I didn’t immediately answer, she went back into the small anteroom and hung up my cloak. “I needed to see you again,” I confessed, barely above a whisper, “even if it is the last time.” I wasn’t sure if she had heard me. “God, girl, you’re soaked to your skin. We need to get you out of these wet clothes. You can go into the bathroom and I’ll…” I don’t know what prompted me, but when she had said ‘out of these wet clothes’, it was as if a light had been lit. I turned towards her. The knit dress slid easily down my body. Her words trailed off. My stockings tried to cling to my legs, but I pulled them off and righted myself. She was frozen on the spot. I recognized that emotion in her eyes now, the one I had never been able to pin-point, because I felt it just as strong inside myself, churning and bubbling. ...