Authors note - Hey guys, next installment :) hope you enjoy it. Am on a bit of a roll tonight so will try and upload another chapter later. I know I keep saying this, but thank you all once again for your lovely reviews. It really does encourage me to carry on writing. An extra special thankyou to Greatguest, I plan to use your ideas on love in upcoming chapters. Very, very inspiring and a beautiful train of thought. Thank you! Ruben :) x
"Jen", Tilly gasped, closing her eyes in pure ecstacy as Jen trailed feather like kisses across her collar bone. She could feel Jens hardened nipples grazing across her bare skin, and she tightened her knees around Jens hips. She was so overcome with lust and desire as her hands darted over Jens broad, toned body. The ache in her lower stomach was almost painful, and she pushed herself harder against Jen, longing for her touch. As Jen caressed her breasts, she took a nipple into her mouth and bit down gently, causing a bolt of lust to shoot through Tillys body, to her groin and causing her to buck at the sensation. She shifted slightly up the bed and wound her hands tightly in Jens silky hair, pushing gently to encourage Jen to move further down her body. She could feel herself throbbing with want, overcome with the need to feel Jen inside her. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, and every nerve ending in her skin was alive. She became lightheaded as Jens tongue and lips began trailing below her belly button, one hand still massaging her breast as the other slid lightly up the outside of Tillys thigh and over her hip. Tilly pushed her hips upto Jens mouth, already feeling ready to explode. But Jen drew back, resting on her elbows either side of Tilly. Her eyes were dark with lust, a seductive smile playing on her enticing lips. Tilly gripped at Jens hair, opening her knees and pushing the brunnettes head more forcefully towards her glistening folds. Jen just smiled and leaned forward, resisting Tillys attempts.
"A bit forceful, aren't we Miss Evans?" She teased softly, never breaking eye contact with Tilly. The red head could feel herself begin to tremble at the soft lilt of Jens voice.
"Jen, please ", she breathed, barely able to squeeze the air from her lungs. She was so overcome with desire, and love for the woman that was lying between her legs. It was electrifying, and a fresh wave of wet rushed from her as she stared at the beauty before her.
"Oh, well since you asked so nicely..." Jen trailed off as she shifted her elbows from the bed and moved further down Tillys bodys, parting her knees as she ran her hands up the insides of Tillys thighs. She closed her eyes and moaned as Jen continued her teasing, trailing her fingertips lightly over her swollen desire. Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt the heavenly sensation of Jens tongue running softly over her most sensitive area. She moaned loudly, grabbing at Jens hair and lifting her hips from the bed, pushing herself against Jens silky lips.
"Jen", Tilly gasped, grinding herself against Jens tongue as she dipped into her liquid heat. Suddenly, Jen pulled back and stared at Tilly.
"Jen, don't stop" Tilly breathed, once again bucking her hips towards Jen. But Jen shook her head.
"No, Tilly, we shouldn't be doing this." Jen knelt up abruptly, wiping a hand over her mouth before shuffling over to the edge of the bed and standing up. Tillys heart had stopped, paralysed by the panic and fear that was pulsing through her. Surely she wouldn't do this? Again? Tilly literally felt her heart cracking, as the reality of the situation came crashing down on her.
"Jen, don't do this!" She cried, struggling to a sitting position and reaching over to grab at Jen. But Jen pulled away, moving swiftly around the room searching for her discarded clothing.
"Jen, look at me! I won't let you do this to me again. I won't let you do this to us!" She was desperate now, forgetting her nakedness as she pulled herself off the bed and pulled Jen around to face her. She could feel herself crumbling, looking into those beautiful eyes, desperate to find the passion and desire that had been there only moments before. But she only saw that awful familiar look, the look that told her everything she needed to know. Jen was about to break her heart.
Again.
Tilly woke with a start, flying up into a sitting position. Her heart was thumping against her ribcage, and the duvet was a crumpled mess at the bottom of the bed. She looked around, momentarily confused. She took in her surroundings, the light from the streetlamps shining through a chink in the curtains, yesterdays clothes draped over a chair in the corner of her room. She breathed in shakily, as she tried to regain her composure and blushed slightly at her aroused state.
It was just a dream.
The most of her was relieved, and she relaxed back into the bed, pulling the duvet back up around her. The fire was still burning in her lower stomach, and she ached to relieve it. But the emotions that the dream had stirred up inside of her were registering forcefully as she began to wake up properly, and she curled up on her side. The fear and pain she could still remember, as Jen had pulled away from her, swirled around her heart and she squeezed her eyes shut as a lump began forming stubbornly in her throat, making it hurt. As grateful as she was that it was all just a dream, she couldn't help but yearn for the closeness, the intimacy of Jens naked body against hers.
She'd been so proud of herself,not going to the folly the evening before. By the time she'd made it home, she could already feel her resolve slipping and had busied herself with coursework. She couldn't stop herself from checking the time constantly, waiting for 6 o'clock to come. She wondered how long Jen would wait, how long it would take her to realise that Tilly wasn't coming. Her Mum had arrived first, shortly followed by her Dad and both were full of questions about her first day back. Once again, more lies tumbled from her mouth as she reassured them that it had gone well. She'd quickly told them about Mr Blakes decision to move her to a different art class, not wanting the conversation to turn to Jen. Finally, the torrent of questions had subsided and she had managed to escape to her room, telling them she'd already eaten at college. There was noway she'd have been able to force anything down, with her stomach in knots. As 6 o'clock approached, the restlessness began, and she itched to race from the house to the folly. But she'd stuck it out, her mind whirring with the different ways a conversation with Jen would go, if she'd gone to meet her. She kept imagining how she would tell Jen to get out of her life, leave her alone and let her move on. She knew, realistically, that Jen would be able to talk her around. The anger she'd felt when she had finished with Jen at the folly after everything with Esther was well and truely gone. Then, she'd been so disgusted with what Jen had done, it was easy to push her off. Ignore her pleads and declarations of love. But not now. Now, she was once again craving Jens smell, the feel of her strong body. The tenderness in her voice, and the way she was so playful with her teasing and flirting. Letting Jen once again get what she wanted, and going to the folly would be dangerous. So she'd remained strong, knowing that going could open herself up to more inevitable pain. The night had moved slowly, but eventually she'd managed to wind down, climbing into bed and waiting for sleep to engulf her.
And now, as the tears leaked through her closed eyes, all she wanted was for Jen to be laid beside her. Holding her tight, and wiping the tears away tenderly, just like she'd done last week at the folly. Her body physically ached for her. Had she known that Jen would one day bring so much pain, so much turmoil and anxiety, she would never have chased after her like she did last year. Because this was ten times worse than the longing she'd felt then. That was just a desperate lust, full of hormones and the thrill of something new. She took a deep breath shakily, regret burning in her chest. She should have let Jen slip away quietly, when they'd found out Jen was her teacher. And she could have done it, easily, if she'd known she was saving her heart from a break that might never be fixed.