This chapter follows World to Come chapter 7 – Kiss. Don't worries, if you only care about sex and don't care about storyline, you can go on and read. And please, do use your imagination.
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= After Kiss =
I rolled around in my bed, kept thinking about the kiss I shared with Moira. I couldn't sleep. I had decided to get more alcohol in my system, so I stood up and walked out of my room.
I walked past Moira's room and the door was not closed. I heard some sounds, like she was crying. I hoped it wasn't because of the kiss. So, I knocked on the door and wanted to apologize again. She didn't reply, so I opened the door and took a peak. I was surprised by what I saw. All I could say was that she wasn't crying.
She was resting on her bed. She was not wearing the night dress I bought her. She was wearing a French maid uniform, with less cloth than her usual one and showing much more of her fair skin. I could see her bra clearly. Her sexy black underpants were still loosely hanging on her thighs. Her hands were in between her legs and her fingers were at the location where it should not be. She grasped for air and moaned. She opened her eyes.
I knew she saw me. She reached her left arm out and signaled me to join her. I panicked. "Kat," She called my name weakly. I melt.
I walked into her room and sat down on her bed. She grabbed me with her left hand. I forced my lips against hers again, this time, with tongue. She wrapped her arms around my head and I touched her private part. I had never been with a woman, but the movements of my hands were so natural.
I unhooked her bra and took her panties off while she unbuttoned my pajama. We were stripped naked in just seconds. I pressed my body against hers, my breasts against hers. We kissed.
I wasn't sure if I was doing it right. I forced my fingers between her legs, while my lips sucked on her nipple. She moaned with pleasure. I continued the motion with my hand and she cried out my name.
I used my hands to hold up her legs and buried my head between them. I never knew I was so good with my tongue. I was just following the lesbian porn my soon-to-be-ex-husband forced me to watch when we were still married. Soon, I could feel her body gave in to absolute pleasure as she screamed out something foreign language that I didn't understand. I was never more turned on.
It was all so intense and we were exhausted soon. We were breathing at the same rhythm. I held her in my arm. We cuddled tightly on her small teen-sized bed.
The alarm clock rang. I opened my eyes. I was in my bed, alone, with my pajama still on. Damn, the dream was so real.
= To Be Continued (in World To Come) =
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