We had done this before, she and I. We had felt the sweet velvet of one another's lips upon our own. The feel of our hands against the other's flesh. Yet, this was different. There was another, a drop of pestilence in my plans. I had to think on my feet, formulate new ones.
That room, yes, the one we met in before. Again, with another. Except, my lips did not brush against hers, as they wanted. My tongue had not yet tasted the sweetness that is my darling girl. Mea puella. I had not discovered the lust that was looming over both of our heads.
I heaved a great sigh and stood up, my darling girl and the pest still on the floor. I kicked off my flats, as I run better without them. My jacket was slipping off and yet I did not care. I sprinted into that room, the one lined with lush blue carpet. I rolled around, loving the familiarity of it, and waited. Waited for her, possibly them, to follow. They came, as suspected, and they walked to the front of the peaceful little room. She sat in the position we both knew so well, and gave me a knowing smile. She knew my plan, I expected, but I didn't mind.
The pest sat beside her. Could she not tell when she was not needed? Could she not tell that she needed to go, to turn her head for at least a few moments? She knew of my feelings for the sweet girl long before now, so why stay? Why intrude? She stood and walked about, and I took the opportunity to close the distance between us. I held her close, her head just barely resting on my breasts. I hugged her tightly, and she squeezed my side, causing my body to tremble. She did it again, seemingly harder, and I loved each moment. I loved her hands on me, as I always have, as I suspect I always will.
The pest turned around, and we separated as if we were ill at the thought of being in such close proximity. I walked away once more, to the focal point of the room, where a quaint little nativity scene was set up. The other sat beside my sweet girl, not fully paying attention, for she did not catch the longing glances the two of us shared. She was curled up the the chair, her legs draped over its wooden arms. It's as if she knew how crazy she drove me, how her legs being so high up made my mind wander, how delicious her body is to me.
I decided it was time to make my move. I walked over to mea puella once again, and began untying her shoe. But what would I do with it then, I asked myself. Ah, the time will come soon enough, I eased. She questioned me, and I assured her I was not up to anything. The shoe came off easily enough, and I took flight, away from the pest, away from the prying eyes of the security cameras, the janitors. To a spot we could be alone, for the first time that day. I tossed her shoe aside, a few feet from where I stood in wait. She followed, as I hoped she would. Shoe in hand, she walked over to me, behind the frosted glass wall, and stared at me.
I gazed into her eyes as I have never done so before. And part of me thinks she took notice of that, for she verbally noted my aesthetic appeal.
She bent down to put her shoe back on, but I protested, and slid down against the wall, her feet now between my legs. I put the foot in question directly between my thighs and began to tie them. "Faster, slut," she commanded, "Hurry the fuck up." Does she know how much I enjoy that? I finished, and gazed up at her upon my completion. The look we shared, I had never felt like that before. Not with her, nor any other female. My hands, as if moving on their own accord, traveled up her warm flesh. Her calf, then her delicious thigh. Upwards, it urged, but I declined, thinking it was not the right venue for such an act.
Her eyes told me she enjoyed my touch, despite the fact that she wanted more. My fingers slid along her inner thigh, and she bent down, inching her face closer to my own. With our eyes locked, she quickly but gently brushed her lips against my own. Her lips felt as soft as ever, like satin. I yearned for more, to pull her down to me and kiss her with the passion that was surging throughout my body. Thus, I would be lying if I told you I had not wished for this day to happen. The day where I would finally get to taste her lips once more.
The kiss, I thought, was laced with regret. One should not covet that which does not belong to you.
Such sweet fruit, I believe, should be best left in paradise.
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