The two women hold each other in a tight embrace standing under the shower head, the warm water runs down their bodies; steaming up the glass panels. The paint from their skin swirls into an array of colour around their feet. Neither of them speak or move, the lust from earlier washed away and replaced with a need to be close together. Jen has never felt this level of intimacy before with anyone; she melts into Tilly's arms.
The brunette already knows that no amount of time or distance is going to erase the teen from her memory. She can almost already sense the hurt she is going to inflict on her younger lover; she fears that the teen will not understand her decision. That Tilly will feel used and not believe that she is trying to protect them both; the thought of the teen hating her is more than she can bear. Pulling the red-head in closer, she wraps her arms around tighter; subconsciously wanting to sooth away Tilly's future hurt.
Tilly feels Jens wet skin slide against her own, they fit perfectly together; she nuzzles her face into the neck of her slightly taller lover and rests her cheek on the teachers shoulder. She can feel Jen's breast push up against her own and the small line of hair caress against her thigh. She allows her hands to glide along the contours on Jen body, as if trying to remember her by touch; yet she knows the brunette is fused into her memory and would stay there for eternity.
"Oh God, I'm gonna miss this." Jen says in a whisper, she had not intended for this to be said out loud; she is lost in the moment. She suddenly realises her confession and adds "being alone with you in this hotel room." she hopes she has recovered the conversation.
"When people feel like this, they find a way to be together." Tilly responds, almost hinting at her true feelings. She is afraid to confess how she really feels to Jen; she is nervous it would scare the brunette away. The teen has not forgotten the confession of love from Jen, as they sat watching the sunset; it seemed a life time ago now tho. The teacher is a mess of mixed messages and has a history of changing her mind; withdrawing from contact and contradicting herself. She has continually broken her own rules through out their tumultuous affair, blurring all the boundaries; leaving Tilly confused about where she stands. She keeps drawing her in, then pushing her away again; it is no wonder the teen is terrified of rejection.
As both women become overwhelmed by their internal monologues, they once again seek physical comfort from each other. Love may need a explanation or a justification, however, lust needs no thought process; just a willing partner. Jen's mouth finds her younger lovers, Tilly responds, and the kiss deepens. Their mouths and tongues connect in a fever of movement, sometimes mis-matched; as their frustration fuels their rising arousal.
Jen lightly bites the teens lower lip, along her jaw and down her neck; She bites hard into her shoulder. Tilly groans at the pain and slides her tongue into the brunettes ear; the sensation sends a burning tingle of awakening through the teachers thighs. There is no need for foreplay, both their bodies are already there. "Touch me" Jen pleads.
Tilly obliges, pushing Jen up against one of the panels, the glass is cold in direct contrast of the steamed cubicle; the teacher shudders as goose bumps spread across her body. The teen opens Jen's legs with her thigh and slide her hand along her groin. With just a slight amount of pressure she begins to externally massage her slightly parted lips. Tilly looks up at her lover and hopes she is pleasing her; shes always been confident with Jen, however, she knows she is the most inexperienced of the two. She wonders if it shows and subconsciously bites her bottom lip in insecurity.
Jen loves the way Tilly touches her, it seems so unrehearsed and real, her lack of experience has been the highlight of all their sexual encounters; because the teen is confident enough to take control but innocent enough to be imaginative. Her fingers would almost be searching for a response. Tilly would read her body language to stimulate her in a perfect way that would reflect her needs in each separate moment. In this very moment she needs Tilly deep inside her. As if on cue her talented lover penetrates her slowly with the full length of her index and middle finger, she then begins to move them in a clockwise motion, increasing the diameter with each rotation. Jen gasps at the movement and again goes in search for the red-head's mouth. The sight of Tilly biting her lower lip, is so sexy to Jen, it nearly sends her over the edge.