“What are you waiting for?”
“I… this room is lovely.” It was sparsely furnished, no clutter. Just an enormous bed, white sheets, windows that looked out over the cul-de-sac. She had a dressing table and a fitted wardrobe with slats, and everything was painted lilac and white. “It’s so feminine.”
“I want you.”
I took a step back, but she lifted the hem of her dress. Dark purple thong panties rose sharply from her crotch, wide bands strapped over her hips, purple in the middle with black edges. She lifted her legs onto the bed and raised herself, spreading her thighs wide. The panties pressed themselves firmly into her pussy, formed a darker line in the fold between her lips.
“I’m so much older than you…”
She laughed. “I don’t care if you’re a hundred. A thousand.” She lowered herself, sat up, crossed her legs, patted the bed in front of her. “Sit with me.”
I did as I was told, and felt stupid and weak. I had to make decisions for myself, whether that was to stay with her or to run home. “This is really what you want?”
She leaned forward, stared into my eyes. Hers were grey, flecked with green. They rose a little toward the corners and were rimmed with dark, long lashes. I would have looked away, avoided her gaze, except that I saw such desire in her eyes. The touch of her fingers on my cheek made me flinch. Her fingertips were cool, soft, ticklish. She traced the lines of my cheeks, then wrapped her hand around my head and pulled me towards her.
Her kiss was warm and damp, her lips moist with lust. At first I tried to pull away, unsure, not of whether I wanted it but of whether she wanted me. Martin and I didn’t kiss. Not like this. A peck on the cheek, a hasty kiss goodbye, no passion. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to meet Katrin’s expectations. But as her lips moved against mine, and my eyes drifted closed, I tentatively pressed my tongue forward and felt her mouth open to let it pass. The squelch of our lips meeting and parting made my pelvis contract, forcing me to squirm against the bed as moisture dribbled from between my legs.
This is an excerpt from “Girl Next Door”, a tale of lesbian temptation, lust and hidden desires. Get more details here.
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