Abby's Scar Page 8

  “Sure, baby. Come'ere.”

  Leslie approached her, sex in every step, every movement. Now, it was not an act. She pulled her tank over her head and discarded it, then the black sports bra under. When she dug her fingers under her shorts elastic Shine protested. “Not the shorts. Not yet.”

  Leslie grinned wide. She knew she'd scored a direct hit. She mounted the bed on her knees and shuffled up to straddle Shine's right leg.

  Beguiled by the black garment, Shine reached up and ran her hand over Leslie's hip onto her rear, then down. Her fingertips teased around Leslie's yearning crotch and then up between her sweet cheeks, no panties to offer resistance. Leslie panted and kneaded her tits. She wagged her ass on Shine's hand.

  “Ooooo, shit. Come on, hottie, let me go down.” Shine didn't acquiesce. She arrived at the elastic shorts top and gripped, pulling them up and harshly between Leslie's legs from behind. “Uh!” Then her hand migrated to the front, performing a few belly caresses before dropping down. Her hand pressed nylon into pussy and she felt Leslie's wetness soak it immediately. Leslie was hot and primed.

  “Fuck, Shine, I want that clit.”

  Shine sat up to kiss her midsection. Her hand continued to emerge and descend under Leslie's undulating pelvis. Then she reached up with both hands and pulled the shorts down to the bed. She leaned back as Leslie removed her last piece of clothing and shoved it aside.

  “The clit awaits,” commanded Shine, laying back.

  With a lusty glance, Leslie dove in, loudly sucking. Over their three month relationship, she'd honed her technique, tuning it to Shine's anatomy and preferences. Tonight, she was working every angle, making every last effort to please her lover.

  The effort wasn't wasted on Shine. Panting, she managed to remove her shirt and lower her head to suck and bite on her own nipple. She twitched, her hips rotating and rubbed herself on Leslie's face. As her oversized clit caught and bumped on Leslie's nose and chin her body jumped and bucked. Through baited breaths she pumped her hips faster and faster. Leslie's only option was to hold still, extending her tongue. With clenched teeth, Shine reached down and grabbed Leslie roughly by her hair and pressed her face in. Her labia dragged across Leslie one long last time as Shine climaxed, stiffened against the orgasm, and then relaxed onto the bed.

  With a smirk on her face, Leslie separated her lips again, exposing her clitoris which stood hard and erect. She drug her finger around its base, marveling as she tilted one way, then the other.

  “Goddamn, I love your clit. It's magical.” She licked its length.

  “Hold on.” Shine rolled over to her collection on the far night stand. She selected a thick purple dildo and rolled back into position, handing it to Leslie.

  She took it in her mouth, eyeing Shine and grinning. Extracting it again, “You want this?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You want this deep inside you?”

  “Yes.”

  Leslie slapped her clit with it several times, then slid the tip up and down through her juices. She angled it inward and pressed slowly, watching the lips part around the purple monster. Shine pressed her face into her pillow and breathed, “Oh!”

  “That's beautiful. You're taking it. Does it feel good?”

  “Uh-huh,” emanated from the pillow.

  Leslie began to lick her again and thrust the dildo harder inside. Shine responded with a series of moans.

  “Come on, gorgeous, give it to me.”

  Leslie continued, exchanged thrusts for moans, sucking and teasing the phallic clitoris until Shine orgasmed a second time. She held, and then rolled over, the wave of pleasure washing over her. Her hand slipped between her legs as Leslie extracted the implement.

  “How did ya like that?”

  She breathed. “Oh, shit, that was good.”

  Shine scooted back up to the headboard and collapsed. Leslie cuddled up to her side and wrapped her arm over. She held Shine tight and affectionately nosed her neck and ear.

  Minutes passed.

  “My turn?”

  Shine took a deep breath, exhaled and opened her eyes. Lazily, she rolled over to the table again and rolled back with an average looking pink plastic vibrator. She dropped it in front of Leslie, saying, “I'm beat. But knock yourself out.”

  Leslie sat up against the headboard and took the vibrator in both hands, glaring at it.

  “What the Hell is this?” She turned to Shine, disgusted. “What the Hell is this? This is so bonk. The last three times we had sex, you refused to go down on me! What is that all about?”

  “Look, if you're gonna get all bitchy over the littlest things, then I think I need to move on.”

  “What?! You're breaking up with me?”

  Shine didn't respond, simply stared down at the bed, forehead furled in preparation of the firestorm to ensue.

  Leslie hid her face in her hands. “Oh, my God,” she choked. “And this is how you do it? You let me come over, dressed like a skank for you, eat you out and lay this on me? You unbelievable bitch!” She got off the bed, stifling sobs. Without turning around, “What about us? What about all that talk about how lesbians can depend on each other?” She paused, teetering on the precipice of emotional collapse. “What about all those times you said you loved me?”

  “Sorry, babe. It's over.”

  Leslie shivered. “Oh, God. I'm so stupid.” She grabbed her shorts off the bed, took a few steps and bent over to retrieve her bra and tank. She turned off the radio, then bent over again to step into her shorts.

  As she pulled them up over her knees, Shine cried, “Wait!”

  Leslie froze, the shorts half pulled up over her gorgeous legs, her sublime lips still wet from the afternoon's activities, ass staring Shine down. Glorious, she thought.

  Leslie peered around her legs. “What?”

  “Nothing. I just wanted to remember you like that.”

  “Grrrr!” The shorts flew on, and Leslie marched at the bed, incensed. Tears streaming down her face, she burned at Shine with all the fury of a woman scorned. If looks could kill, Shine would have been nothing more than a pile of ash on the sheets. She spat, “You're a serious piece of work, you know that?”

  Shine said nothing, just looked at her indifferently.

  “I can't believe this. I'm such an epic knob. To think I gave up cheerleading for you and what I put my parents through. And Mark.” She placed her hand on her forehead. “I left Mark for you! I mean, he had his flaws. He was self-absorbed. But he would never have done this to me. He idolized me.” She returned her glare to Shine. “You talked a big game all about how bad men suck; about how they don't know how to please their women and how much better it is on the other side. Let me tell you, you're worse than any of them! At least with a man, you know what to expect. But you're a wolf in sheep's clothing.” Sobs interrupted her diatribe. “And I fell for it all.” She shook her finger at Shine. “Well, be sure that everybody, and I mean everybody, is going to know what you did. You won't be playing this game for long!”

  As she turned and put on her bra, Shine finally spoke. “I can't allow that.”

  Leslie spun to face Shine again. “What? What did you say?”

  “That doesn't work for me. In fact, I'd like you to keep all our private business private, please.”

  “Oh, is that right? And for what possible reason should I do that?”

  Shine tilted her head and leaned back. “Mmmmm, you haven't come out to your sweet, old grammy and grand-pappy, have you? I always liked them.”

  Leslie, stood up completely erect, and a grim frown of panic overtook her.

  “I didn't think so.” Always have an exit strategy. “Then, unless you want to explain our relationship to them, I recommend you follow my advice.”

  Leslie clenched her fists as her body quivered with rage. “You're such a complete bitch!”

  “Yeah, I probably am.”

  Leslie's face turned to sour confusion. She had no idea what to make of Shine's last stat
ement. She threw on her tank top and turned to go.

  Shine watched as her finest conquest, her most upstanding victim, the best piece of tail to ever enter her lair, and her lover of three months stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

  ~End Chapter 1~

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