Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... proclaimed.

They were still sitting like that when the doors at the main entrance opened and Annie was escorted out by the principal. He was gently holding her left elbow with his right hand as if to prevent her from swooning or fainting. Annie’s eyes were puffy and reddened, and the principal’s looked to be more embarrassed at not knowing how to handle the grief and emotion. She thanked him for his understanding and assistance, and patted his hand before turning to begin down the steps toward Tom and Lee.

Tom squeezed Lee’s hand again and she returned it in an unspoken understanding. Tom then stood up from where he was sitting and met his mother who took his left arm in her hands. Annie turned to Lee with her sad face and tried to smile warmly to the girl.

“I’m sorry if I took too long, Lee. I would like it... if you would come visit with me sometime soon. We... we need to talk.” Annie said in a kindly voice, making it sound more like an invitation rather than a demand.

Lee nodded vigorously and smiled warmly in return. “I’d like that.” She answered.

With that, Annie and Tom turned to walk down the rest of the steps and head towards their car. Lee watched them go. Seeing Tom being so gently and caring for his mother made her heart swell that much more for the man she loved. There was still hope! Somewhere in the foggy outskirts of her awareness the bell rang signaling students to move to their next classes.

***___***___

The two were laying in Yvonne’s ...

... bed. The bed was a wreck, blankets and sheets tossed aside and whatever was still on the bed was damp from both sweat and... excitement. The two women were exhausted. Deeny lay on her back with the older and taller Yvonne curled up against her almost in a fetal position, her head resting on Deeny’s chest as Deeny ran the fingers of one hand through Yvonne’s hair and stroked her arm that was draped over Deeny’s abdomen.

They were both calm now, having spent so much energy and pent-up nerves and anxiety. They made little noises of contentment and joy at the touch by the other. Murmurs and sighs and cooing like a pair of doves. Now that their heart rates had slowed almost back to normal and they had caught their breath, it was time to talk.

“Y? When you didn’t come to work Monday, or today... were you... avoiding me?” Deeny asked hesitantly.

Yvonne tensed ever so slightly, still curled into Deeny as she was. Deeny of course felt it and knew that she had struck a chord. She continued to caress and stroke Yvonne’s hair, allowing the older woman to decide if and when to respond. Deeny felt something hot drip onto the skin of her chest and realized that Yvonne was crying, again.

“Deeny... I didn’t want to hurt you. I’ve been wrong in the past. I’ve been hurt so many times... but the thought of me hurting you hurts worse than any hell I’ve ever been through. I would rather end whatever we might have had, than to go on and watch it burn up in our faces and have you suffer ...