Secrets
Her back arched off the bed, rising high off the rumpled sheets to press closer to the soft lips trailing so delicately, so fleetingly along her skin. The long slender fingers of her hand clenched and flexed gently, the full flesh of her bottom lip catching between her teeth to suppress a soft sound that could give her away, that could tell just how much she liked what was happening. Soft hands were sliding down her modest curves, caressing and stroking, curious and gentle despite their knowing touch.
When had this become so real?
She wasn't sure but for it to stop was impossible now.
It was their game.
It had been a thought, a tease of a suggestion in a moment of carelessness and yet here they were, her hands tangled in blond locks as those lips slid lower. The dark-haired young lady was left speechless a moment as it dawned on her what it was happening, that familiar sensation of tickling pleasure from a wet muscle. Her body squirmed and arched, lips breathless with soft moans. The action was not new, oh no, Stan had certainly done it before. But this mouth was different, confident, knowing yet questioning.
A mouth aware of every woman's need.
"Oh.. oh.."
Wendy whimpered now, her brow arching and meeting as she sucked in her lip once more, reddening the skin with each tensing of her jaw. She wasn't as curvy or fully endowed as the other woman, and yet the hands touching her hips, sliding low to slid along the curve of her bottom told her she was just as lovely, bestowed confidence she didn't know she needed.
She loved Stan, she truly did, but the hands sliding around her thighs were so different, so soft yet firm that she became caught on the sensation. The valedictorian knew that Bebe couldn't do for her everything Stan could do and yet the blond was doing so much more, helping her to realize there were many things they were capable of that felt so new, so alien. Things that she could only want more of.
It was their secret, their game of quiet laughter and knowing smiles.
It had all started with a suggestion, a teasing thought that started into shy glances and curious touches that blossomed into something that felt almost natural despite the new territory.
They'd never tell, oh no. This was their comfort, their retreat.
Clyde would never know.
Stan couldn't be told.
This was their secret.
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