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Chapter 5 – Love and Desire
A week later…
Constance gently slipped her hand underneath Imogen's silk pyjama camisole top and ran her velvety soft fingers across her flat stomach. She tenderly kissed the back of her neck and down between her shoulder blades.
"I love it when you kiss me there", Imogen sighed.
It really was one of the most sensitive and erogenous parts of Imogen's body. If Constance continued, she firmly believed she'd have an orgasm without even having to be touched anywhere else, such was the intensity of her physical reaction to Constance's contact. Her lover claimed to have much less experience than Imogen when it came to sexual intimacy, but the way she caressed the P.E. teacher betrayed a much deeper understanding of how to elicit pleasure from a woman.
Constance smiled against Imogen's soft skin at the words of encouragement and continued her sensual ministrations. She couldn't quite believe she was having a sexual relationship again after so many years of celibacy. Her body had been in a permanent state of arousal all week. Despite the abstinence, Constance wasn't totally inexperienced however and knew what felt good, she was a woman after all. Making Imogen feel good made her feel good.
She removed her other hand from beneath Imogen's head and slipped it past the lacy trim of her top. She loved the weight of Imogen's breasts in her hand, her nipples stiffening under her palms.
Imogen turned on her stomach, trapping Constance's hand between her breasts and the bed. The witch lifted up the hem of her partner's top and ran her tongue along her lower back, gradually moving further down.
Imogen let out an involuntary gasp as Constance's fingers brushed the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, sliding her hand below and causing her to arch her back and grind herself even further into Constance's hand.
"God… I love you Constance", Imogen groaned, her voice laden with desire.
"I love you Imogen", the witch responded lustfully, her lips working their way back up along Imogen's shoulders and neck.
"I love how you touch me", Imogen confessed, inhaling sharply as Constance slipped one finger into her wetness from behind.
"I love touching you", Constance stated as she slowly rubbed the full length of Imogen's clitoris. Imogen loved being touched from behind, the position providing additional pressure exactly where she needed it.
She knew by the way the smaller woman was moving against her hand that she wanted her inside of her. Constance would of course acquiesce eventually, but was determined to prolong the sexual tension for as long as possible.
For Constance, foreplay was the act she derived the most pleasure from, it was one of the reasons she preferred women over men. She pressed her pelvis into Imogen's backside, grinding into her.
Imogen had never felt so wet in her entire life. Constance's finger was keeping up an agonisingly steady back and forth motion against her clitoris, occasionally teasing her where she was desperate to be touched.
"Fuck me Constance", Imogen begged breathlessly into her pillow.
"Language darling", Constance whispered into her ear, her own arousal intensifying at her lover's base words. She had been surprised to discover she actually liked Imogen talking dirty.
"Please", Imogen begged again. There was nothing more she wanted at that moment in time than to have Constance inside of her.
Constance wasn't quite ready to give up her reputation as a hard ass bitch yet however!
Shifting her position, she turned Imogen around so she was lying on her back, withdrawing her left hand from between her legs, earning herself a panicked look from her lover. Constance removed her right arm from underneath the smaller woman and propped herself up in a seductive 1940s movie star pose that accentuated the curves that were tantalizingly apparent under her tight fitting school dresses.
It was the fist time they'd looked at each other since they'd awoken a few minutes ago and they were both surprised at how they took each other's breath away. Their lustful expressions were at once replaced with heartfelt reverence.
Imogen's eyes stung with tears as she took in her lover's beauty and she suddenly felt ashamed she'd asked her to fuck her only seconds ago. Her messy dark hair cascading around her shoulders gave Constance a wild and uninhibited look. If the students could see the "Ice Queen" like this!
"I'm the reason her hair is messy", Imogen thought triumphantly. Constance was very rarely seen with her down and it was a sight to behold. She remembered the fist time she'd seen her hair completely loose at the Halloween celebrations during her first year at Cackle's. It softened her striking features and enhanced her already overwhelming beauty. She knew there and then that she was developing very unprofessional feelings towards her colleague and that had been several years ago. She couldn't quite believe that even then and unbeknown to her, Constance had reciprocated those feelings.
An outside observer, of which there were none as these recent developments were and would remain a secret for the foreseeable future, might regard the pair as "moving too fast". The women simply didn't care however. They had been in love with each other for such a long time, both struggling with feelings of seemingly unrequited love for years. The move from being colleagues to lovers was a huge step but nevertheless felt long overdue.
Imogen reached up and slid her fingers into Constance's mass of hair, pulling her into the most intense kiss. Every kiss they had shared over the past week had been of epic Hollywood movie proportions and each felt like the first time. Constance never knew kisses could be so powerful, certainly none she had ever had before had given her such strong chest pains, she thought she was going to have a heart attack half the time!
As they both knew would happen, the romantic kiss developed into an expression of sexual intent. Their tongues slid slowly against each other's; almost simulating another act they had performed on one another over the past seven days.
Constance moved on top of her partner as the kiss intensified and Imogen spread her legs so she could wrap them tightly around her, pressing their bodies even closer. Both of the women began tugging at each other's tops and had to break the intoxicating kiss in order to remove them.
Their relationship still being new, they were both still slightly in awe of each other's bodies. Imogen reached up to gently touch the breasts of the woman who was now straddling her, her tanned hands contrasting with Constance's alabaster skin as she trailed them down her torso.
"You're so beautiful Constance", Imogen said in a trembling voice.
"You are", Constance replied shaking her head, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen", she admitted sincerely, unable to maintain her predatory seductress routine in the face of her profound love for the woman before her.
It was Imogen's turn to take control of the situation. She sat up and gripped Constance's small waist and began tenderly kissing her prominent collarbone, her chest and eventually her breasts. Constance couldn't help but tenderly hold Imogen's face in encouragement, allowing her head to roll back in euphoria.
The part of Constance that indulged in feelings of self-loathing and inadequacy, still couldn't quite believe Imogen returned her love. She had always been a woman of cold hard facts however, and as she caught a glimpse of Imogen worshipping her upper body in her dressing table mirror, she had to concede that the woman was indeed in love with her and clearly desired her.
Constance's eyes filled with tears as she realised how blessed she was to have fallen in love and found happiness at this stage in her life. She had closed herself off to others for the majority of her adult life and yet Imogen had persisted and had eventually broken through her defenses. "Maybe fate does exist", she pondered. The feeling of Imogen tugging at her pyjama bottoms brought her thoughts back to the present.
"We're both still wearing way too many items of clothing darling", Imogen teased seductively.
Constance alleviated them both of their remaining nightclothes with magic, not viewing their current situation as at all trivial. She gently pushed her lover so she was lying flat and slowly lowered herself on top of her. They kissed languidly, their breasts touching in an electrifying sensation. Constance pressed her pubic bone against Imogen's, eliciting a guttural sound from her girlfriend. The tenor of the their lovemaking once again changed from romantic to erotic as Constance began to grind herself into the smaller woman.
"Do you still want me to fuck you Miss Drill?" Constance murmured into Imogen's ear.
The fierce look of desire in her lover's eyes was the only affirmation she needed.