1. Every Sign I Read is Wrong, Baby


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

    of his pants in the dark, and pulled them down more aggressively than I meant to. His mouth started to kiss me, but I moved my head to the side. His cock sprang out into my hand, wet and hot and solid. So this was what it felt like. It crossed my mind to stop, of course it did. But one side of my brain was addled – the same side that falls on you when I first stepped into halls. The other was thinking that you got him erect like this. That you felt his cock in your hand, just like this. That you’d been so intimate with him. And at the time I felt closer to you because of that. I started wanking him. Slowly at first. He sighed and I felt his hips push towards me. The skin of his cock slipped through my circled hand. “Don’t worry,” he said. His voice was strange; whispered and urgent and not like the way I’d heard him speak to you. “No-one can see." I looked around and he was right, we were alone. So I wanked him harder, my hand going up and down, from the sticky tip to the nest of hair that partly cushioned my hand. And I’m sorry to admit I started getting really turned on. His cock felt pretty nice. It had been weeks since I’d felt one. But I don’t know why I said what I said next. “Did she wank you like this?” I whispered in his ear. I'm sorry for asking that. But I think I wanted to know how you would do it. “Yes,” he said. “Like this?” I said, stroking him harder. Each time my hand rose to the top of his cock, my thumb danced over the head. It was like a skater on a tiny ...
    ice rink. He didn’t answer. I was wanking him aggressively. I don’t know if I wanted to hurt him. Maybe. Each time I stroked him downwards, the heel of my hand hit the cold metal of his lowered zip. (You might be glad to know that next day I had this horrible cut there that took ages to heal. I can still see the mark now.) His hands were around me, holding his overcoat so that it enveloped us. His head dropped on my shoulders and he cupped my bum through his coat. He started gasping, and then with no further warning he began to spurt. I didn't look down but I could feel some hitting my hand, warm. He slumped against me and just said, “Oh God.” And then he said something that made me feel ill. I don’t know if I’ll tell you this if you come round, but anyway. He said, “I always preferred you.” And he shoved his tongue into my ear. It was fat and wet and suddenly I felt sober and dirty and hated him. I pulled away and ran down the silent little lane. I kept running until I reached the stop for the night bus. I don’t think I’ll tell you all of that. Too much detail. But I’ll tell you this: on the way back the tears ran down my face. Thinking what I’d done. You know, this maybe even makes me worse, but I didn’t think about being unfaithful to my boyfriend. All I thought about was you. Condensation was misting the bus window and there was a big gap you could see through because most of the way home my head was slumped against it. There were still a few people around when I got back ...
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