Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... before I bring them back.” Deeny said with a shy smile knowing that she was just babbling at this point.

Both women looked into the other’s eyes and the smiles they shared with one another set both of their hearts to beating just a little faster. Deeny actually began to blush a little and she turned away, if a little reluctantly, ostensibly to fold her wet clothes into a bundle to carry home.

“Yeah, no problem, and thanks for thinking to wash them, but that wouldn’t have been necessary.” Yvonne said then tilted her head a little towards one shoulder and leaning her backside against the front of the sink, her hands coming to rest on the sink front as well.

“So, tell me a little more about this Wilding… dance? Is it a costume party kind of thing?” Yvonne asked curious to hear more.

Deeny was still facing the other direction and bent over fussing about with something unseen. Yvonne drank in the view and unconsciously licked her lips with her tongue before biting her bottom lip.

“Well… kind of. They do have prizes for best costumes, and for worst costumes…” Deeny laughed then continued. “Costumes are not required, but most at least make some sort of effort. It’s fun. People get to be someone other than their normal selves. And…” Deeny paused as she turned back to face Yvonne, straightening up holding the bundle of damp clothes in one arm.

“And?” Yvonne mimicked Deeny so as to get her to go on, while tilting her head to the other shoulder and raising one eyebrow ...

... questioningly.

“And… Costumes allow people to… “be” someone else… to do… things… that they wouldn’t normally do or are too shy or afraid to do any other time. To… take chances…” Deeny said quietly, her eyes locked on the older woman’s as she stepped closer to her.

“Oh? That does… sound… intriguing.” Yvonne said slowly as if she were lost in thought as much as she were lost in the depths of Deeny’s bright eyes.

Deeny stopped in front of Yvonne, looking slightly upward into the taller woman’s eyes, feeling just as mesmerized in the depths of those eyes looking back at her. They were almost touching, standing toe to toe. Deeny nearly swooned when Yvonne brought her right hand up and delicately ran her fingers along Deeny’s cheek to push a strand of her hair back and over her ear. It was a simple gesture but one so… so intimate… that Deeny’s breath caught in her chest and she felt her insides tremble.

Both women jumped when a loud knocking on the door to the restroom startled them.

“You two about done in there? I gotta hit the head.” Hank declared from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, yeah! Keep your drawers on!” Yvonne snapped towards the door, then turned her head back to face Deeny, but the moment had passed…again.

“I’ll wash these for you, and bring them back tomorrow or the next day after they dry.” Deeny said as she moved towards the door. “I need to git! Gotta pick up my baby sister at school on the way home. Love ya Y! See ya tomorrow!” Deeny pushed ...