1. Cruel Wednesdays


    Date: 6/9/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    out the other chair and sat down without a word, and I had no idea what to make of it. Was she here to confront me? Was she coming onto… No! I didn’t dare to think about that. I reached out for my glass with shaking fingers, desperate for something to hold onto and some action to hide my nervousness. She was faster. Her lean fingers wrapped around my glass, and I brushed the back of her hand with mine, almost jerking my hand back, but the soft, warm feeling of her skin kept my fingers glued there. The corners of her mouth twitched again, and she lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip, closing her eyes in pleasure for a moment. Then she looked at me again with these deep, dark eyes that appeared to radiate magic and licked away the froth that clung to her upper lip. A butterfly wiggled its wings in my chest. With a grin she put down the glass again. “Breathe,” she whispered, and my cheeks grew even darker when I realized that she was right, that I’d been holding my breath in painfully. It came out with a gasp when her fingers wrapped around mine. “Now we’re even,” she told me with a wink, and her voice sounded exactly like I had imagined it, melodic and with a rough edge. “Now we’ve both stalked each other.” Her thumb trailed over the back of my hand and made goosebumps of pleasure race up my arm. “Tell me,” she asked with a glint in her eyes, “do you like to play games?” ‘God yes!’ I wanted to shout in answer. ‘Any game you want me to play!’ Instead, my whispered, “Yes.” ...
    was hoarse and trembling. “Let’s play ‘four questions’. I’ll get to ask you four questions that you answer with complete honesty. Then you’ll get to ask for in return, and I’ll answer equally truthful. Okay?” Her thumb never stopped brushing my hand, which made it hard to concentrate on her words. “Okay!” I gasped though, far too quick to hide my eagerness. “Why did you stare at me?” This one was easy. “You’re beautiful.” She smiled, and my heart fluttered. But then she grinned mischievously. “What was the last thing you thought about me before I came over?” My heart started to hammer. I couldn’t tell her, could I? You think those things, but you never tell about it, not to anyone. Wasn’t that how it was supposed to be? But her hand tightened around mine reassuringly and she bent forward. My eyes flickered to the hint of the insides of her soft breasts, glimpsed black, lacy seams, and the words tumbled from my lips. “Your wrinkles. I mean,” I stammered, “they’re so cute and intriguing, and I just wanted to go over and ask you if I could explore them…” I had to pause, and I felt myself tumbling into chasm when I forced the words into existence. “...with my tongue.” My cheeks burned, a crimson inferno that gave away the embarrassment I felt. But she didn’t flinch or look at me startled. Instead, her smile became even softer, and my heartbeat slowly calmed down. “If I do this…” She flipped over my hand and caressed my palm with two fingers, in such a simple yet intimate gesture. ...
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