The Ache
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,043
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Ache
[ Hiya! This is my first original adult fanfiction, so be kind. This is kind of the beginning, what's going on chapter. Lots more to come. Please Review!!! ]
Disclaimer: All characters are made by moi, so steal and die.
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Soft did not even describe it. Sensual was a bit closer. Her skin was tan with a tint of olive and her curves were full, teasing. Her body was amazing and I would get to look at it every day when I got back to my dorm.
Ever since two weeks ago when I jumped onto that plane for NYU nothing has been the same. I left my boyfriend of two years back in Texas and I was able to start fresh. Of course, no one told me that I would get sexually frustrated every time my roommate walked out of the shower with nothing but a towel on. Lucky me.
But back to her skin. I was reading on the red, plush couch when my roommate, Amelia, walked in with a huff. Her auburn hair framed her oval-shaped face and those deep brown oculars had a blaze to it. Her hands were fists as she threw down her book bag, nearly missing my big toe.
“Sorry,” she sort of muttered. It was a half-ass sorry, but I didn’t mind. She walked into her room and slammed the door. I heard a muffled scream, which was stopped by a pillow. She was adorable when she was mad.
I walked to her door and gave a light tap. I needed to comfort her somehow, ease that beautiful frown. She opened the door abruptly as if she was walking out when I was trying to walk in. I was greeted by a half naked roommate. She stood in front of me in a dark blue thong, and a dress lay across her bed. Her full, swollen breasts screamed for my hands, but I didn’t dare move.
“I was…Wondering if you were okay? I thought...maybe you might need to talk?” I was a bit nervous as I tried not to stare. Never had I encountered such a beautiful woman. Never had I thought of touching a woman sexually. I liked men…or so I thought.
“I’m fine. Can you help me with my dress, Tatum?” Of course. No need to ask. I walked inside her luminous bedroom; the decorations were sexy, mature. Everything in it was sensual. I envied her.
The dress was simple, black and allowed her back to be seen. Amelia pulled the dress over her slim thighs and her tight ass. I was wet. Her left index finger pointed to the zipper. It was a small zipper, one that basically zipped over her ass. My right hand grabbed for the zipper, the roundness of her left cheek tickling my palm. The inside of my legs were shivering; wet didn’t even describe it.
“Thank you,” Amelia breathed as she bent down to put on her stilettos. I held my hands an inch from her ass, desperately wanting to grab her and push her against the wall right there. Her cheeks were visible at the bottom of the dress as if to tease me more. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and allowed one of my hands to caress my clit outside of my pants.
I stopped my hand from my massaging. How awkward that would be if she caught me. She sat on the bed and grabbed the lotion beside her bed. She slowly worked the lotion into her legs, breathing a bit harder as she worked her way down. I was about to come right there.
“Do I look sexy? I hope Roy likes it,” Her words spaced me out of my sexual fantasy and of course the jealousy flooded in.
“Of course he’ll like it. Any man would be crazy not to see you as gorgeous.” I stopped myself from going any further. I wanted to tell her to stay in, bathe with me in the shower. I wanted to tell her how badly my clit ached for her hand. But I didn’t. She would be freaked and then all would be lost. My fantasy would have to stay behind closes doors.
She wrapped her hands around me with a quick hug and smile and excused herself from the apartment. The door shut and my hands went to work. I undressed myself in her room and laid across her bed naked. The citrus smell enveloped my senses and I imagined her fruit-smelling body right in front of me. I’ve never seen her pussy, but I imagined it was perfect. Not completely shaven, but almost there. A swollen clit that ached for attention. Her hole would be tight enough for two fingers.
The image in front of me made me come twice. My hands grasped the comforter as I plunged into ecstasy.
“Amelia,” I moaned. “Be mine.”
Disclaimer: All characters are made by moi, so steal and die.
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Soft did not even describe it. Sensual was a bit closer. Her skin was tan with a tint of olive and her curves were full, teasing. Her body was amazing and I would get to look at it every day when I got back to my dorm.
Ever since two weeks ago when I jumped onto that plane for NYU nothing has been the same. I left my boyfriend of two years back in Texas and I was able to start fresh. Of course, no one told me that I would get sexually frustrated every time my roommate walked out of the shower with nothing but a towel on. Lucky me.
But back to her skin. I was reading on the red, plush couch when my roommate, Amelia, walked in with a huff. Her auburn hair framed her oval-shaped face and those deep brown oculars had a blaze to it. Her hands were fists as she threw down her book bag, nearly missing my big toe.
“Sorry,” she sort of muttered. It was a half-ass sorry, but I didn’t mind. She walked into her room and slammed the door. I heard a muffled scream, which was stopped by a pillow. She was adorable when she was mad.
I walked to her door and gave a light tap. I needed to comfort her somehow, ease that beautiful frown. She opened the door abruptly as if she was walking out when I was trying to walk in. I was greeted by a half naked roommate. She stood in front of me in a dark blue thong, and a dress lay across her bed. Her full, swollen breasts screamed for my hands, but I didn’t dare move.
“I was…Wondering if you were okay? I thought...maybe you might need to talk?” I was a bit nervous as I tried not to stare. Never had I encountered such a beautiful woman. Never had I thought of touching a woman sexually. I liked men…or so I thought.
“I’m fine. Can you help me with my dress, Tatum?” Of course. No need to ask. I walked inside her luminous bedroom; the decorations were sexy, mature. Everything in it was sensual. I envied her.
The dress was simple, black and allowed her back to be seen. Amelia pulled the dress over her slim thighs and her tight ass. I was wet. Her left index finger pointed to the zipper. It was a small zipper, one that basically zipped over her ass. My right hand grabbed for the zipper, the roundness of her left cheek tickling my palm. The inside of my legs were shivering; wet didn’t even describe it.
“Thank you,” Amelia breathed as she bent down to put on her stilettos. I held my hands an inch from her ass, desperately wanting to grab her and push her against the wall right there. Her cheeks were visible at the bottom of the dress as if to tease me more. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and allowed one of my hands to caress my clit outside of my pants.
I stopped my hand from my massaging. How awkward that would be if she caught me. She sat on the bed and grabbed the lotion beside her bed. She slowly worked the lotion into her legs, breathing a bit harder as she worked her way down. I was about to come right there.
“Do I look sexy? I hope Roy likes it,” Her words spaced me out of my sexual fantasy and of course the jealousy flooded in.
“Of course he’ll like it. Any man would be crazy not to see you as gorgeous.” I stopped myself from going any further. I wanted to tell her to stay in, bathe with me in the shower. I wanted to tell her how badly my clit ached for her hand. But I didn’t. She would be freaked and then all would be lost. My fantasy would have to stay behind closes doors.
She wrapped her hands around me with a quick hug and smile and excused herself from the apartment. The door shut and my hands went to work. I undressed myself in her room and laid across her bed naked. The citrus smell enveloped my senses and I imagined her fruit-smelling body right in front of me. I’ve never seen her pussy, but I imagined it was perfect. Not completely shaven, but almost there. A swollen clit that ached for attention. Her hole would be tight enough for two fingers.
The image in front of me made me come twice. My hands grasped the comforter as I plunged into ecstasy.
“Amelia,” I moaned. “Be mine.”