All characters aged 18 or over. Copyright 2019 Shawna Cummings.
What I've posted below is from my current WIP,
Watching Her Turn Bi. It is a New Adult/Coming of Age lesbian tale, set in Rhode Island. I hope you like what you see.
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I checked my phone before I stripped out of my school uniform; there had been no texts from Lindsay, no texts from any of my friends.
Good. I didn’t want to deal with anyone.
I unbuttoned my blouse and set it in my hamper, then reached back and unhooked my bra, shrugging it off my shoulders and setting my breasts free from their lengthy imprisonment. I gently rubbed the undersides of them, if only to ease the slight dig of the underwire; the cool air licking at my nipples hardened them, and I wished there was a willing mouth to do it.
Once I had my kilt off and flung aside, leaving me in my full-backed navy blue bikini briefs, I grabbed a thin t-shirt, one Lindsay had bought me when she had gone to New York City with her family a year ago, and pulled it over my head. I debated on sweatpants, but I figured that I would take a light nap and try to forget what had happened. It had to be a dream. It just had to be.
I turned out my light, shut my bedroom door, then slipped between the covers. My mother had already changed the sheets from the summertime cotton to the fall flannels, and I loved the feel of them in this weather. It felt as if I were enveloped in love, the fabric clothing my skin. I swung my legs back and forth, silently wishing I had someone here to share these feelings of comfort with me.
I set my phone on my bedside table. Lindsay had her own ring tone and text tone; if it went off, I would know who it was at once. I wanted to give her space, to let her think, but a small part of me wanted her to come back over, or text me to let her know that she was okay.
Sleep overtook me as soon as my eyes closed, my breathing slowing. Rest came, and I felt ready to forget my troubles for the time being…
I stood in a field of flowers, the various colors a kaleidoscope to my eyes. The sun was warm, unlike the tepidness in my reality. I felt the heat surrounding me, and I felt as if I would never be happier just from the warmth’s kiss on my skin.
I noticed I was barefoot, but that I wore what appeared to me as a sheer sundress, one that was weightless on my slender frame. I felt my nipples against the material and felt watery silk, and I didn’t want them to soften any time soon. I saw my cleavage and wanted to gasp; even though I didn’t have a bra on, the dress supported me on its own. Tiny pearls lined the bodice.
Walking down a decline, the aroma of honeysuckle and rosemary drifted on the breeze, and outside of being happy, my soul felt content. I breathed in every scent and it sated my hunger. The breezes kicked up and the fabric rustled against my bare legs. I felt it swirl between my legs, licking the length of me through the tiny silk panties I wore. I shivered with slight arousal.
I wondered, if only briefly, where I was. I didn’t recognize the place, but I wasn’t afraid of being so far from home. Far from it; I felt comfortable here, as if I lived the first 18 years old my life to come to this place for eternity. It was a soft place, a gentle place, a place where life and love was revered. The lush green grass intermingled with the flowers almost made it look like a quilt, the fabrics full of life — it was life itself, the beating heart of the world.
The path I walked along was semi-worn from countless feet, but I didn’t see anyone else lingering. I kept walking until I saw a pond, its waters sparkling in the sunshine, as if millions upon millions of tiny diamonds covered the breadth of it.
When I reached it, I couldn’t help myself. I dropped into a crouch and let my fingers graze the water’s surface. It felt cool and clean, and inviting.
I nodded and stood, reached up to my shoulders and let the silken clothes tumble from me, landing in a pool at the waters edge. I stood there naked save the tiny panties, but I didn’t hook my thumbs into them and let the material cascade down my legs. Something told me to keep them on.
Without hesitation, I walked into the pond like a moth drawn to light. The water slipped up my body and welcomed me, wrapping me and touching me in various ways as I flung my arms out. I wanted to float there, for the water was shallow. My panties had dampened, but I didn’t care. I was in love with this place, with the water, with everything. I had joy filling my heart as I swam.
“Jenni,” a soft voice called. “Come, you’re going to love it here.”
I turned and gasped to myself, and there stood Lindsay, wearing the same type of sundress that I had on. I saw through to her skin; her nipples tiny pebbles against her wonderful breasts, making indentations on the fabric. She, too, wore the tiny panties, and I felt aroused at seeing her in such a way.
But will she feel the same way about me as soon as I walk out of the pond, water droplets clinging to my breasts, to my panties, fighting amongst each other for the right to remain?
I stood and walked toward her, trying to do so with as much seduction as my 18-year-old body knew. I felt the water drip away like I thought it would, and I pulled my wet hair back to show her as much neck as possible. I tried to sashay my hips, but the water made no sound as I strode away from its center.
I finally stood in front of Lindsay, my Lindsay. She looked incredibly mesmerizing, her red hair seemingly on fire in the sunshine. It dazzled; I had never seen it that pale!
“I know what you want,” Lindsay in front of me said.
“Yes?”
Much like I had, Lindsay reached up and undressed herself, letting her sundress drop, revealing herself to me. Her breasts was perfect, her nipples reaching out to me. She dragged her fingertips along the inner curves of her breasts as she stepped out of the sundress; and I saw she was equally barefoot.
Her tiny panties, unlike mine, were slightly damp. I caught a whiff of her arousal; it was intoxicating.
“You want me,” she continued. “You want me all for yourself.”
My bottom lip trembled.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I do.”
Her smile sprang away and radiated heat through me. Sweat licked my brow.
“Good. Because I want you, too.”
She leaned in and dropped her lips onto mine. I gasped into her mouth, surprised as I was by her sudden boldness; her tongue soon followed, and I sparred with it with gusto, savoring her taste. She reached down and pulled me closer to her by my ass; I shivered as soon as I realized her hands cupped the very bottom of my buns. My breasts collided with hers, and I did my level best to touch hers, to get our nipples aligned in such a way as to rub against one another.
After a minute, Lindsay pulled away and gestured toward her left breast.
“Lick,” she ordered.
I couldn’t stop myself. I launched myself at her, my mouth opening as I drew closer; I clamped my lips around her nipple, swinging my tongue back and forth as she arched her back, as if to feed more of her tasty breast into my mouth. Her nipple grew harder in my mouth, if that was possible.
“Now the other one, that’s my girl.”
I obeyed. It was impossible not to. I moved effortlessly. I bent over some more, trying to account for her movements; she moved to her knees, and I followed, not taking my mouth away from her breast. If I let go, bad things would occur, and I didn’t want to think of those things right now. I knew she would take care of my needs and desires while I had my mouth planted on her, my tongue dancing on her nipples.
I heard myself salivating on her, so tasty she was that I barely registered my wet panties coming down my legs. I didn’t care. Lindsay wanted me naked, and so naked I should be.
“Can you lick my pussy, Jenni?” Lindsay leaned back and slipped the gusset of her little panties to the side, revealing the treasure I wanted to savor. I stared at her as she brought a finger toward her clit and circled it. “Lick her and don’t stop until I tell you, baby.”
I nodded and leaned in toward her. I took that first tentative lick of my desire’s pussy, and I heard her mew as her back arched again. That drove me, and I took a deeper, longer lick, from the bottom of her toward the top. Even in my dreams, I had never licked a prettier, tastier cleft.
“Lick me, eat me,” she begged.
I delivered. I spread her lips and saw that pink interior, and I dove in tongue first just as I felt my legs being separated, my hips and midsection being raised. I didn’t dare look back, so intent I was on pleasuring my love that I could have cared less what was happening.
Then I felt it, and it made me stiffen, made me pull my mouth away from Lindsay’s wet pussy. An object, a large object, threatened to spear me in my own tender, inflamed pussy. And if Lindsay was in front of me —
“Baby, let her fuck you,” Lindsay breathed. “It would turn me on so much. Concentrate on licking me instead.”
I looked back over my shoulder, and there was Christina, a wicked gleam in her eye, her breasts rounded and supple — and a thick strap-on cock attached to her groin. And the tip of it — gosh, if that was the tip — was between my nether lips, ready to make me her bitch.
For half a heartbeat, I wanted it. I don’t know why, but I did. I wanted her to impale me on that thing. I wanted her to fuck me for all I was worth, and then some. I wanted her to ravage my body.
As long as she didn’t take my mouth off Lindsay’s pussy, I would kneel there and accept it.
“Slowly, Christina,” Lindsay said. “She’s never had anything that big in her tight little pussy. Go slow, let her savor it and my tastiness.”
I looked up at Lindsay and pleaded with my eyes.
“It’ll be okay,” she said, her tone full of love, compassion, and tenderness. “Lick me, honey. I want you to lick me.”
I nodded slowly as Christina pushed the fake cock into me. I groaned as the pleasure tore through me, but I returned my mouth to Lindsay’s sweetness. I slid my tongue back and forth, from east to east and back again, right on her clit. I felt Her fingers start to lace through my hair as Christna withdrew the dick halfway before she slammed it back into me.
I couldn’t help but moan into Lindsay, a gasp that made Lindsay shake, the reverberations sliced through her.
Christina started sawing in and out of me, and I couldn’t help but arch my back. I wanted to reach down between my legs and touch my pussy, to feel the latex cock go in and out, but I had duties to attend to. I needed to lick Lindsay to orgasm. I had to. I had to.
But as the fucking increased, I had to pull away from Lindsay and shove my pussy and ass back toward Christina and the strap-on. The sensations were just too much. I closed my eyes tight as Christina drilled me, and the next time I stuck my tongue out in the general direction of Lindsay’s pussy, all I hit was air.
I wanted to scream, scream at my frustrations of losing the sweetest-tasting pussy this side of Providence, but all I heard was what I thought was Christina cackling.
“You’re never going to lick her pussy,” she taunted. She sounded like she was bent over me, her breath hot on my ear. She licked it, and I couldn’t help but issue a guttural moan. She pummeled me, and I felt the strap-on bottom out on me. “All you’re going to do is be my little bitch, take my strappy in your little cunt. Fuck you while she watches and laughs at you for being my little submissive. Oh yes, this pussy is tight; maybe you should have taken some more of those medium and small dicks in here, you would be loosened you wouldn’t be clinging to it like you are.”
I stiffened and moaned.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me, please, Christina.”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” she said through clenched teeth. “Going to fuck you, and fuck you hard, until you’re cumming all over it, then feed your pussy cum to you.”
“Oh, god,” I said, and this time, I heard myself say it, a touch more audible than before. I snapped my eyes open, but didn’t jerk out of bed. I moaned slightly — and that’s when I realized I had my hand inside my panties, my pussy drenched. I wiggled my fingers, and all I felt was the inside of me. I fingered myself a few more times, feeling the satiny softness of my pussy; I heard myself squishing.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “That feels so good.” I slipped my fingers out and brought them to my clit, then fully withdrew them and brought them to my mouth. I plunged them into my mouth. I loved tasting myself, and I had been worked up quite a bit to produce the amount of juice saturating my fingers.
Once they were clean, I looked to the clock.
I gasped when I saw the fiery digits read 10:42 p.m.
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