1. Every Sign I Read is Wrong, Baby


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: puddleduck, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    pubic hair fringed them, and as I looked while I spoke, they looked like a distant range of mountains above the horizon of a deep sea. And then the recollection struck me and I froze. The mountains were black as coal, just as they were in my dream. * I'm not dumb. If you’re starting to think these things, I had to accept that I had a thing for you. I wasn’t freaked out by that either. I’ve had crushes before – one that went beyond that – and lived. And I knew I wasn’t gay, because I still fancied my boyfriend and wanted to keep him. But I definitely wanted to fuck you. But because I didn’t want to upset our friendship my interest in you started going in the wrong direction. At first I would think about your body and being with you and waking up and feeling your breath on my ear. Sometimes I masturbated over that. But your boyfriend kept getting in the way of my fantasies. So I started accommodating him in them, wondering what you were like with him. What did you do together? What was the sex like? And that’s… well I think that’s what caused what I thought was the worst day of my life. And it’s the day I need to explain if we’re to have a future. * Ironically, the catalyst was you finishing with him the week before. You had said it wasn't working. I was sad for you, but my tummy had made little fist pumps inside when you’d told me. Anyway I'm not blaming you. Just saying that if you hadn’t finished with him, you’d have been with me at that awful club just off The Drive – the ...
    one that does cheap drinks on Tuesday – and none of this would have happened. I was there in my favourite fuck-me black dress; you weren’t, because he was. I ignored him all night, but he kept looking over to me and my friends. Eventually he came over and asked to speak about you. I can’t remember exactly what I said. I was drunk, remember. But I was straining to hear him, so I know I said to go outside. And so we went out, over the road, just behind the graveyard. And he started going on about how he missed you and wanted you back and I said he’ll get over you. And then he said how cold it was then – it was November – and he asked for a cuddle. So I gave him one because I felt sorry for him. He wrapped his big overcoat around me. And then – oh I don’t know I was mixed up, and drunk – with him in my arms I somehow felt closer to you. Does that make sense? I was where you’d been, and it felt comfortable. It doesn’t sound right when I’m saying it now. But it was what I felt at that moment. When he kissed me on the side of my neck I didn’t object because half of me was wondering if he kissed you like that. It flitted across my mind, right at that moment, what you did to get his cock hard. It turned me on actually. And I still can’t explain why, but my hand went to his jeans and grazed the front. Just a glancing touch, but it was obvious it didn’t take much to give him an erection. I couldn’t stop then. With my left hand, I unbuckled him and unzipped him and felt for the waistband ...
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