1. Who Loses, Wins


    Date: 3/1/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: LaChatte, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    I was readying myself to jump out of the shower, when Celine wandered into my bathroom. “Ah, just in time. Pass me a towel, will you? I forgot to grab one before getting in," I asked her. “Good thing I’m here as usual or you’d be parading around butt naked, dripping water all over the place,” she retorted, whilst nonetheless wiggling her firm little cheeks over to the cupboard where I keep my towels. “Here, wipe your church doors with this!” then, “Shame, I wouldn’t have minded drying them myself… oh well, I just came to see if you were up for anything tonight?” “How about a candle-lit then up to the cinema?” I answered, starting to gently rub myself dry. “Yeah, guess,” she blurted in a less-than-up-for-it tone, “don’t think there’s much on this week and I’m not sitting in that flea-pit to watch a bunch of crap...we could go on the pull at The Red & Ritzy Club. Whaddya think, hmmm?” Celine purred in that cat-like fashion that automatically reduces my pussy to her finest liquid state. She took the towel from my fingers and started to gently circle it over my back, widening her circuits until I felt the soft cotton threads buffing my boobs, coaxing my nipples to immediate erection. “Awww, Celly,” I pouted “we went last week. Anyway, if it’s not a Saturday, the atmosphere is shit and the men even shittier.” “But I reeaallly feel like dancing...” “Honestly, I’m tired tonight and the thought of a late night for nothing to show for it leaves me cold. In fact, I’d much rather ...
    stay here, curled up with a good book,” I replied, maybe a little too harshly. “OOoh, you’re no fun tonight,” she said, dropping the towel and stepping out of the close zone we had been unconsciously sharing. “What’s up? Not getting enough cock at the moment you miserable cow?” “No, it’s nothing; I’m just really tired darling.” Celine (mocking), “Poor little girl, she’s not on form… hmmmmm; let’s see… what could we possibly do to cheer up the big baby?” A second’s silence, then, “I know, we’re gonna play ‘who loses wins.” I raised my eyes at her, my daggers ready to flash in her direction, only… huge sexy smile dancing on her lips, melting away my frustration. Physically, we are very different, Celine and I: she, brown hair, chestnut eyes; me, blond curls and baby blues; Celine longiligne , stick-thin; me, short and (deliciously?) curvy. Still, it’s that smile every time… gets me where it counts (I added the ‘o’ for good measure but you get the idea!). “Huh? Who loses wins? Play what? What are you babbling about this time?" my resolve ebbing at a rate of knots.“Oh, it’s simple. We decide what we do tonight with who loses wins.” I could tell from her eyes that she had the germ of an idea, something unequivocally naughty without a shadow of a doubt. I know her so well after three years of having her by my side in meetings, bars, clubs even between me and hubby when she wants to ride a big one like a bucking bronco. Her love-making is sublimely crude and base; she hides nothing, ...
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