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  1. April Fool's Submission - Part Two


    Date: 11/17/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: BabyDragon, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    As I realized the meaning of those two words, I cursed, something I almost never did, "Well, bloody hell." I cursed, while I finished my wine. "What?" She asked, genuinely concerned. "They aren't coming," I said, completely disappointed, realizing I had been played and that my so-called friends were just bitches. "Why?" She asked, moving closer. "They set me up," I sighed, "and to make it worse," I continued, showing her the pathetic message, "April Fool's day ends at mid-day!" She put her hand on my leg, which startled me. Her hand felt incredibly warm on my leg. I hadn't had sex in three months and that was a quickie that ended in a three minute shag where he got off and I didn't, so any touch, even that of a woman, had a pleasurable effect on me. Realizing I was getting in over my head, even though my body was beginning to betray me, I stammered, "I-I-I should probably go," as I began to move out the other side of the booth. Just then, the waitress brought another round of drinks and another woman. She was also older, but blonde, I'm guessing a few years older than Laura. As she joined the table and asked, "So who is our new friend?" I cursed to myself, suddenly trapped, my head spinning. The word 'our' was odd, but Laura introduced us. "Dione, this is my significant other Chantelle, Chantelle, this is my new friend Dione." "It's a pleasure to meet you," Chantelle greeted, leaning in and giving me a hug. A chill went up my spine as I was currently being touched by two ...
    lesbians. "You too," I replied, my panties frustratingly suddenly getting lightly damp. I knew then I desperately needed to get out of the club, right then and there, before it was too late. Yet, I had women on both sides of me, and couldn't find any words to say to get me out of this bar, this situation. Laura's hand moved up my leg slightly and under my skanky dress, as she retold my story to Chantelle, who was apparently her girlfriend. The whole time she spoke, her hand slithered ever so slowly up my leg, past my lace topped thigh highs and dangerously close to my increasingly wet pussy, which continued to betray my very straight mindset. I tried to remain frozen and not let Laura know the impact she was having on me, plus I didn't want to let Chantelle know her girlfriend was touching me, having no idea how these types of things worked. Chantelle asked, once Laura was done retelling my boring life story, "So you're a pussy virgin?" I stammered, just as Laura's finger touched my pussy lips, "Aaah, I-I-I guess so." "Is Laura's finger in your cunt, sweetheart?" Chantelle bluntly asked, moving closer to me. "Nooo," I moaned involuntarily, which was true, her finger was not in me, but driving me mad tapping my clit through the thin fabric. "Do you want her finger inside you?" Chantelle whispered into my ear, her hot breath only enhancing my wetness and the complete overwhelming feeling of uncomfortable euphoria I was struggling to control. "What?" I asked, even though I heard the ...
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