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“Mmm,” I happily moaned as I pushed two fingers together up and down my slit, petting myself through the stretchy material, feeling my midsection growing hotter. I squirmed a little bit there in my sheets, tossing my head from one side to the other, wriggling in my bed as I lazily pleasured myself. I had gotten good at it. Practice makes perfect.
It wasn’t much longer before I was eager to go further. Taking hold of the waistband of my knickers, I slid them down my legs and kicked them off my feet, then returning my fingers to my pussy to do a bit more petting. My fingers easily slipped between my lips, rubbing myself back and forth, feeling a little erotic spark each time my wet fingertips hit my clit. After a few of those enticing sparks, I decided to focus my attention on my clit, fingering it around in smooth, soft circles, resting my palm on my trimmed up bush.
Harriet was foremost on my mind as I masturbated, and I dreamt up all the scenarios I could to make me feel closer to her. I imagined being in class, having her talk about my story, a story that — in my dream — she had already read and edited, remarking to the class how thoughtful and true it was, how refreshing and exciting. We would then wait for the rest of the students to leave once class ended, we’d poke at each other lovingly, we’d kiss and giggle, and then we’d slip out of the classroom hand-in-hand to run off to have fun, just the two of us.
My fingers, glistening with my own wetness, continued to push through my lips, parting them, moving back and forth. Every so often I would slip my fingers inside of myself, giving myself a few firm thrusts, a couple solid tugs outward to apply pressure, before removing them with that gentle, subtle sound of wet flesh and suction, and returning them to my clit to redouble my stimulation.
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“EMMA,” I said softly as she crept toward me. The smile she wore was happy, lusty, intoxicated. “What are you doing?” She looked so beautiful in her sleepwear, little pokey nipples showing through the thin fabric of her tank top, athletic and smooth stems of legs from the floor up to her striped cotton shorts.
“Just one more time,” said Emma. “Before I’m married.”
My heart rate skyrocketed and I felt the coolness of sweat on the small of my back. I knew very well what Emma was suggesting and in that moment I was so incredibly torn. Although I wanted dearly to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her, I didn’t want to be complicit in her cheating. As my mind dwelled on Emma’s suggestion, she closed in on me and slid her hands around my waist.
“What about Seth?” I murmured.
“He doesn’t have to know,” said Emma simply, as if that was all it took.
“Emma, I think you’re drunk,” I said. Emma pulled herself close into my body, gently grinding on me as we embraced. She was warm and inviting, her body thin but firm. I let my hands move around her backside and rest loosely on top of her butt.
“A little,” she said. “But I’m too good at saying ‘no’ when totally sober. I’m much more inhibited and good. Really, I just want to say ‘yes’ and stop worrying about it for a little while.”
And with that, Emma sweetly pressed her lips to my neck, kissing me, nuzzling her face against my skin, holding to me tightly. I couldn’t help but release a soft moan.
“Why won’t you just admit that you’re a lesbian?” I said, my fingers sneaking into the back of her tank top and tracing over her flesh.
“I’m not,” she said. “I just like you.”
“You’re a lesbian,” I said. And with that, Emma ardently pressed her lips against mine, partly to shut me up but mostly to take our intimacy there in the cottage bedroom to the next level. I couldn’t stop myself, having held a romantic candle for my friend for a very long time, and I eagerly returned her kiss, the two of us standing there, arms wrapped around one another, tenderly kissing amid sounds of lusty wet lip smacks and gentle moans.
“Mmm,” sighed Emma, pulling back from our kiss after a moment, slowly moving a stray tendril of hair out of her face with a slender finger. “Maybe I’m a little bit of a lesbian,” she admitted with a coy smile. “Just don’t… you know, question it anymore,” she said, trying to take my mind off of the realities. “It’s complicated.”
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THE BALLERINA: A NOVELLA
“IS THIS okay?” I said gently into her neck, ending my question with a couple of sweet wet kisses. I rubbed my palm back and forth along her thigh as I awaited her answer.
“Mm hmm,” she approved. “Keep touching me.”
My fingers slid up her shorts and petted Dinah in the crevasse of her leg. I could feel the humidity between her legs growing, moistening her soft, smooth skin. Her shorts had a built-in liner that adhered tightly to her lower body, and I traced my finger along the elastic edge of the liner, half on fabric and half on her skin. Up top, I continued to kiss her along her neck and up to her ear, causing her to shrug slightly and giggle.
“Tickles,” she said under her breath, a smile across her lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” I cooed into her neck between kisses.
“Thank you,” Dinah said mellifluously, her face steeped in happiness and her hands dancing over my back.
With two fingers, I pried open the tight elastic of her shorts liner and slipped inside of it. Those same fingers began rubbing over her mound, completely shaven and smooth, catching the very top of her pussy lips with every few caresses. Little squeaks of delight came from her mouth as I did this. Dinah grinded up against me now, her hips gyrating and her shoulders slinking back and forth.
“That feels really nice, Mish,” she murmured.
“You’re hairless down here,” I said softly into her ear and running a single finger along her pussy lips below causing her to judder.
“The girls and I waxed each other yesterday,” she said. “It was my first time doing that.”
“You waxed everything?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said.
“Why don’t you take these shorts off and show me?” I said, kissing her neck one more time.
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