Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... absolutely terrible at conducting an affair.

That second little factoid was, tragically, very much stuck in her head that day, even while Kristy's perfect little nipple was very much stuck in her mouth.

"Haah. Ohhh shiiit..." Kristy, sweaty and still twitchy, was nonetheless collected enough, barely, to run her hands through Jillian's vivid hair in appreciation. For her part, Jillian had responded to that small tenderness with a bite--albeit a light one--on the meat of her classmate's nicely rounded boob, and a plunge of no less than three fingers into her partner's gash. "Jill! I... I'm still sensitive...!" Kristy moaned and tried pushing back, but, as in the locker room days earlier, it was pointless once her nerve endings were lit.

This is mine. Jillian worked her arm faster and harder under that flipped-up miniskirt, and Kristy's back bowed involuntarily, thrusting her bared tits up to roll deliciously across her chest. The girl could only grunt, almost pig-like, as this surprise climax robbed her of speech. When it was done, a good,good minute later, Jillian propped herself up to lock gazes with Kristy before bringing up her hand to take a long, slow drag of her tongue across her own slick fingers. Then she dipped her face down and did the same along Kristy's sweat-sheened skin; from her navel, up to her sternum, between her trembling breasts, and along the length of her neck, right to her ear, where she pursed her lips.

"You don't know whatsensitive means, ...

... sexy. But I've got all day to teach you."

Kristy groaned, partially in excitement, but nearly equally in dread. It was then, though, that she found her voice. "Jill... what about your mom? When I came in, she just... ran out. Is she coming back soon?"

Jillian remembered. It was a scene burned into her; Kristy at the door, looking like a skittish fawn and wearing an outfit so salacious that she wondered if any neighbors were reporting them for hiring a prostitute... and her mom utterly oblivious to that while muttering some inanity to her daughter and scooting out of the house around what was obviously a girl showing up for sex. Every red flag in the world being ignored as easily as... well... as she'd ignored most everything all of Jillian's life.

Jillian looked down at Kristy, lip curled. The athlete let out a lighteep in reply, then tried to push her head through the pillow beneath it. "I don't want you eventhinking about my mom.No one should be thinking about my..." She stopped. "Forget it. I'll show you what I want from you. Get ready."

Kristy might not have gotten ready, but she got something. A lot of something, over and over for hours. The only fly in the ointment came when Jillian brought out one of her toys. Kristy, from some hidden depth, found her backbone then and refused, saying that they weren't going to have sex. Jillian briefly considered laying into the dizzy girl for being an idiot--what the fuck else had they been doing?--but settled for just ...