Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... knocked on the door, more forcibly this time... almost desperately. And the waiting continued... Oh Please, please, please answer the door Y! Deeny pleaded in her mind. Her heart pounded on. Still no answer. No sound at all from the door or beyond. “Could she have left?” Deeny wondered.

At last, her heart breaking just a little bit more, Deeny turned and hung her head as the tears began to leak out and run down her cheeks. She was just taking the first step that would lead her back down the walk and to her car... when...there was a sound behind the door?

Inside the house, on the other side of the door, the older woman leaned against the door with her back. She wore a dirty terrycloth robe over a worn cotton nightgown. Her hair was disheveled and flying in all directions. There were bags under her eyes... those same emerald green eyes that were so startling to look into or be gazed upon. Her hands were shaking as they clutched the robe tightly about her even as she whimpered in indecision.

She longed for the girl on the other side of the door more than she had for anyone or anything in her life. Thinking that she would have to break it off between them... before it really even had time to grow into whatever it might have become was breaking her heart. More than anything in the world she didn’t want to hurt Deeny... but... she knew that it could and would likely hurt her. Both breaking it off... and worse if they continued on and people found out. People were so ...

... very cruel. She didn’t want that for Deeny. Oh God! It hurts so much! She thought.

The second knock nearly jolted her into flight. A gasp and a feeling of pride and... and... wonder... that Deeny first cared enough to even come looking for her, but to be so persistent. What to do? There was silence on the other side of the door. Yvonne began to think that perhaps Deeny had given up and had left. That sent another pang of ache and remorse through her already breaking heart and she felt as though she were about to wail like a banshee. Then... there was the sound of feet shuffling on the doorstep. She was still there... about to leave... NO!

In a heartbeat, Yvonne turned and unlocked the door as fast as humanly possible. She pulled the door open and looked out with bleary tear-filled eyes, her bottom lip quivering and a sob escaped her mouth as she saw Deeny’s sad but hopeful face, just as teary eyed and lips quivering looking back at her. Time came to a screeching halt as the two crashed together, arms akimbo and grasping holding squeezing and hugging, lips babbling and kissing and mumbling apology after apology until they were both breathless and just standing there in the doorway wrapped in one another’s arms rocking back and forth.

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Caroline pulled the door to the workshop open with her free hand as she carried a cup of coffee in the other for her husband. He was hard at work, as he could be in his current condition anyway, on a commission piece for a ...