1. Lemon House: Stephanie's Story (Part 1 of 2)


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    be fine. All would stay… the same. Stephanie closed the laptop, and stretched. “I think I need a little break too.” She said, and joined Fleur on the window seat. Of course the woman didn’t move her foot to make room. Stephanie squeezed into the opposite corner, on top of Fleur’s toes and between the spread of her thighs. She had the unnerving impression of being in the firing line of some concealed weapon. They sat quietly, steeping in the blossomy air and a leafy patch of sunlight, looking out over the lawns and forest of lemon trees. “So what would you like, naughty-cat, hmm?” Fleur said eventually, wriggling her toes against Stephanie’s thigh and biting the fat pillow of her bottom lip. The bite said it all. Stephanie’s heart pummeled at her ribcage. She crossed her legs and fiddled with her wedding ring. Her head was utterly empty of any response. “Fleur,” she said, hoping her tone would do the talking. For both of them. Fleur sighed and lost her cheeky smile out over the trees, the sullen pout of earlier returning. She swiveled her eyes sideways at Stephanie. “You watch me all the time.” Her voice had dropped an octave. Stephanie’s eyes fluttered to the gardens now too. Her head whirling. Grass played in eddies of wind, wafting another intoxicating lungful from the lemon groves. Was it her imagination or was each breath more dizzying than the last? “I love it, your eyes on me.” Fleur said, leaning toward her, nudging her with her foot. “It makes me feel… desired.” ...
    Stephanie gazed but saw nothing; Fleur leant to her ear, whispering with hot breath. “You are very beautiful… And very, very sexy. “ The words seemed to go straight to the middle of Stephanie’s body. She felt liquid with them. She swallowed. She had felt unattractive for so long. She dared not move. Do it , she thought, do me. “You know,” Fleur took a breath, swinging her feet up and wrapping her arms around her knees, matching Stephanie as they bookended the window seat. “It is not your fault Bill won’t come.” Stephanie blinked at the apparent, brutal frankness. “He does cum!” she blurted, “Just not…“ Then realized, that wasn’t what Fleur meant. She shut her eyes and let the darkness swallow her up. “Oh. Petit-chat.” Fleur said, “I mean to say. Bill, he chooses not to be here. But you are here. You could still… have some fun.” It was too much, Stephanie felt a tear chilling on her cheek. “With you?” She croaked. Fleur’s eyes flickered over her face. She cupped Stephanie’s hot cheek in a cool hand and brushed the tear up on her thumb. Stephanie bit down hard on the urge to kiss her, there and then. Bill did not know how lucky he was right now. Stephanie’s downcast gaze found them sitting toe-to-toe, in identical positions. She noticed how their feet matched in size and shape, but Fleur’s were sun-kissed brown, where hers were pale. And their hands, but for the colour, could be the same. Except for the metal bands around Stephanie’s wedding finger. “You’re my wild mirror.” ...
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