Well, I've finally stopped sulking after that episode:o( Jen crying was just too much. Compliments to the beautiful Amy Downham and Lucy Dixon tho. Big shout out to all the authors on here too...any jelly fiction is good jelly fiction; your stories cheered me up yesterday guys. I'm gonna keep mine in the hotel for one last chapter before we crash into reality. Hope you're enjoying and love your reviews, thank you. Cleo xx
Tilly lay on the bed in her hotel robe, she watches the beautiful brunette as she towel dries her body; her hair still wet and framing her face. There is something so erotically beautiful about Jen with wet hair; Tilly rarely gets the opportunity to witness her in this pre-groomed state; she feels she is witnessing a private moment that only a lover would see. She is relieved that Jen is no longer her teacher. She had admitted earlier to undressing the brunette with her eyes during class. How distracting would it be, now she actually knew what the teacher looked like walking around naked; she would fail her A levels on the grounds of diminished responsibility. Especially after the sight she had seen half an hour ago.
Her mind drifts to the shower they had just shared together, she could not help smirking at the thought, that despite the shower gel, she had emerged dirtier. She had not only pushed her lover up against the glass over and over again, she had also pushed her own sexual boundaries. Driven by a desire to dominate Jen, she had deviated from their usual tender love-making...in an act that could only be described as 'fucking'. The process, however, had not been crude; it had stemmed from a primal urge to reach the maximum arousal. She had filled the brunette to her capacity and brought her screaming into an orgasm. Jen had gripped her so tightly, her nail marks could still be seen in the red-heads shoulder blades. Tilly had watched the brunette's face etched in sexual arousal and finally contort in climax; whilst breathlessly repeating acknowledgment that she was cuming.
"I've never actually done that before." Jen states smiling and blushing slightly. Now dry and robed, She climbs on the bed next to the teenager and kisses her on the cheek.
"Sorry" Tilly replies, worried she has pushed their experiences too far.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. I liked it. I trust you." She says smiling at Tilly; she is admitting this to herself as well as her lover. "Although I don't think I could do it again soon." she adds with a giggle, implying she is sore from their adventure.
"Me neither" Tilly respond pulling the gown off to reveal the claw marks.
"Oh Tilly I'm sorry." Jen says, turning Tilly onto her front and kissing her injuries. "I have some arnica in my bag." she adds before jumping off the bed to rummage through her holdall.
"Whats arnica?" Tilly quizzes, as Jen returns with a small bathroom travel bag and sits on the bed.
"It's just a cream made from plant root extracts. It's good for bruises and post orgasmic injuries." the teacher replies with a grin.
"It says that on the packet huh?" Tilly mocks.
"Yep. Look, right here." Jen says pointing at the small print on a tube of cream before reading it in a posh accent "Store in a cool, dry place. ointment can be applied to bruises and post orgasmic injuries." she adds an austere look to fabricate seriousness; a laugh threatening to escape from the corners of her mouth.
"Good Job you carry it around with you then." the teen replies in dry sarcasm "Because you're an animal" she adds rolling back on to her front. Jen lightly spanks her bum for the animal comment and they both laugh.
The brunette gently rubs the cream into Tilly's shoulders and smiles reminiscing the cause of the nail marks. She really had not done that before, maybe that made her naïve. Maybe she just hadn't been with anyone before, who she was comfortable enough with to explore these boundaries.
"That's really relaxing. you have magical hands Jen." Tilly states but not moving.
"...And you've only just realised?!" Jen replies in a playful innuendo. Tilly giggles at the comment. "Can I give you a massage?" she ask her younger lover.
"Yes, please" Tilly responds with enthusiasm.
Jen pulls a bottle of baby oil from the travel bag, she drizzles it across the teen's back as if she is a desert. Tilly brings her arms up and crosses them beneath her head, so her forehead is resting on her forearms and she is looking down; she closes her eyes so she can relax properly. Jen begins to rub the oil into the teenagers porcelain skin. There is a knock at the door and Tilly jumps in panic.
"It's ok. It's room service I ordered some champagne and another wine. Don't move or you'll get oil everywhere." Jen replies, walking to the door. She opens it smiling at the porter; he walks into the room with a tray of alcohol and glasses. Tilly, now a bright scarlet from her naked embarrassment, burys her head in the bed; unable to move and hide her modesty. The teenage porter, who was roughly Tilly's age, collects the earlier room service; he fights a smile but remains professional.
He is more than excited by the view in the room, him and one of the chefs had earlier joked about the gorgeous lesbian couple in room 19; he had jested about joining in with them. The fact he had just seen the younger of the two, naked and covered in baby oil, was going to make him a hero for the night among the kitchen staff.
Jen breaks down into laughter as soon as she closes the door behind him; she stifles the laugh seeing Tilly's face is beetroot from the interlude; the teen grumbles loudly. "Oh you have nothing to be embarrassed about, your gorgeous." the brunette says, returning to the bed and grazing her fingers up the length of Tilly's left leg. She climbs back on the bed, straddles the red-head and begins again to sooth the oil into the teen flawless back. She likes the feel of the oily texture gliding across the teens warm skin, she runs her hand over her shoulders; taking the opportunity to admire Tilly's elegant neck. Adding more pressure she begins to work out the knots of tension. She ponders over the stress that has caused them, it seems karmically fitting that she be the one to remove them.
Tilly allows herself to relax into the massage, it had been far to long, since she had really stopped to breathe. With stressful exams and a secret romance; which is bad as often as it is great. It had been months of turmoil, Paloma faith's song agony circles in her head as Jens hand work across her muscles; she fights back tears as the lyrics haunt her. The next twenty minutes pass by in silence.
Tilly has practically melted into a state of tranquility by the time Jen rises from the bed. The teacher bends down and places a kiss on the teens bum before moving to the desk. "Do you want a drink?" Jen asks, popping the cork on the champagne without spilling its contents.
"Ooow yes." Tilly responds and walks towards Jen, she stands with her body up against her back and brings her arms around the teachers waist; she places soft kisses up her neck. The older women turns in Tilly's arms, to face her, she kisses her on the mouth passionately. The red-head reposition her arms inside Jen's robe and with her hand on her bum pulls her closer into the embrace; their kiss deepens.
Jen shuffles them both back and pushes Tilly into a seated position on the end of the bed. The teen pulls the brunette towards her, so Jen in standing between her legs; she kisses her abdomen. Jen takes a swig of champagne from her glass and places her free hand on the side of the teens face; she swallows then beds down and kisses Tilly. The red-head licks her own lips tasting the champagne that had laced Jens mouth.
"Open your mouth" The teacher orders and takes another sip. She hovers an inch from the teens mouth and slowly dribbles the liquid onto her tongue. Tilly can not begin to explain the sensations that are building up inside her; the chemistry between them is so clear. Jen pushes her back horizontal on the bed, still standing in the middle of Tilly's legs, she leans forward and drizzles champagne from her glass in between the teens breasts; the fluid runs down her body and pools in her belly button. She shivers as Jen bends down following its journey with her tongue and lapping up the drink.
Jen kneels down and her body pushes Tilly's legs further apart. The teacher lifts her lovers left leg and places it on shoulder, she move forward simultaneously pushing the teen leg backwards. Raising the glass she pour champagne on to Tilly's lips; the liquid is cold and fizzes across her most sensitive areas. Jen taste her lovers excitement which is mixing with the sweetness of the alcohol; she repeats the process over and over until her glass is empty and Tilly's body contracts into a noisy climax. Jen pulls Tilly up from the bed and hands her a full champagne flute. "Cheers" she says and chinks lover's glass.
The woman continue the night drinking; switching between conversation, laughter and orgasms. Finally drunk with alcohol and passion they slide into the covers of the bed, Jen spoons Tilly holding her as tightly to her as possible; she does not want to let her go.
"Don't get out of bed before me. I want to wake up with you in the morning. it will be our first time; I need this. " Tilly pleads to the brunette.
"I need this too...more than you know." Jen replies.
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