Sweet Escape

The tension in the air weighed so heavily that my entire being felt as though it would soon explode. I could physically feel my lungs collapsing inward as I walked through the town amongst all of their stares. They must have been staring, all of them knowing somehow that Laura and I were not just friends. That it was not on a study mission that I was going. I clenched my hands in my sweatshirt pocket, and strode forward with accelerating speed. How my hands longed to be in hers. My arms around her torso. My lips locked on her lips, with our tongues dancing fervently in between. I closed my eyes and envisioned that dream as I paced toward the club house. That’s what our mothers knew it as. But to us…it was our only sanctuary from the overbearing cruelty of society’s ideals. They tried so hard to imprison us. Yet with a simple hint of a smile, she could take all of my anxiety away.1

“You’re here!” she whispered, jumping from the floor to greet me. Laura’s flowing blonde hair clung to the static between my thighs. She was an angel, porcelain and prime. 2

“I’m sorry I’m late….I didn’t…my mother” My eyes traveled swiftly towards her feet, only to be greeted by her hand on my chin. I shuddered at the touch of her gentle fingers brushing against my lips.3

“I don’t want to hear anything about them,” her icy green eyes flashed fire into my crystal blues. “I just want to listen to you.”4

Slowly, her lips prodded love from mine. Tenderly, sweetly, with so much ease. Her tongue followed almost immediately, brushing and touching, and pulling from my own in a dance of longing. The pain seized me as she sensuously bit my lower lip, and pulled me into her. Her nails bled ecstasy into my body, her hands slipping under my shirt. How sweetly they dug into my dying flesh. If anyone had imprisoned me, it was her. 5

Laura pulled away and watched the squirming in my eyes. “We deserve this,” she whispered, digging deeper into my lips with hers. I felt my feet tripping against her force. All of the hiding, the lying, the sneaking around had led to this. 6

A moan escaped my lips as her five and a half foot figure slammed me against the sanctuary wall. Backing up, and slamming me forward. Over and over. Forcing her lips harder, her tongue dancing swifter, her breathing faster. 7

“I love you,” I shivered. She didn’t answer. I didn’t question it, as her hands were already forcing me to the floor. I held onto her as my back slid against the rotting wood, and then horizontally onto the ground. We were still attached at the lips, but our hands were already doing work of their own. Or at least, hers were.8

“Don’t touch!” she whisper screamed. Her quiet power was a force to be reckoned with. I could only feel the cotton of her tank top brushing my lips during the brief disconnect, or her elbows prodding my stomach as she undid her bra. My eyes were focused on hers, but my shins detected her short skirt sliding down them. My hands were not allowed such a privilege. 9

I whinnied softly as her tender lips were replaced by her hands, gently tracing my face. 10

“Shhhh…..” she cooed, unbuttoning the snaps of my cotton top with her teeth. The red plaid blended into itself with the wetness of her saliva. I almost thought her teeth would break with the stubborn bottom snap, but the touch of her lips, against my stomach, the sound of her exhaustion as she pulled. All I wanted was for her to reach my pants, snap them undone, crawl inside with her adoring lips. 11

“Please,” my hand brushed against her thick golden hair, pressing her face softly into the crotch of my jeans. I shook at the pressure of her nod of agreement. Her skin against mine was enough. I wanted to release. I wanted more than her nose mockingly prodding my throbbing clit through the lace of my thong. I had bought it just for her and now I wanted it off. Such selfish longings only she would endure, but how I loved to endure her.12

My leg bucked up at her as she pulled down the dark denim and threw the jeans to the other end of the room. The autumn air against my bare skin was almost as liberating as her tongue, licking around my thighs. 13

“I want to leave my signature on you,” she sighed, looking up at me for a brief moment, before moving down and signing L-A-U digging deep into the curves with her tongue-R-A and dotting it with a swift jab inside my tender pussy. I almost screamed, but her hand slapped atop my mouth, her other, squeezing needily at my hips. Her nails scraped against my bare bottom, but it was her most tender lips that were inflicting true pain and lust. 14

Her chin pushed into my opening as her lips suckled my clit, wobbling it more erect with her flicking tongue. My hips shook in retaliation, my teeth biting down on my finger to keep from moaning too loudly. I was ready. As her tongue graced the walls of my pussy, slipping and sliding, in and out, fast and slow. Her hands, squeezing my breasts, groping my waist and hips. How the mere pressure of her face against me drove me to the brink. 15

“You want it?” she taunted, feeling me shaking. 16

Her hands were working double over time. A scalding chill took over my soul with those magic lips massaging my throbbing ones, tracing them down and around with her muscular tongue, which could force my whole being into submission. The earth shook as her talons dug into my skin one last time, her face suffocated in between my legs, every bit of her adding to my ecstasy. 17

“Oh oh oh oh my god!” the sweet release leaving my mind like the eye of the storm that was our bodies entwined. 18

She whipped my fragrant juices from her cheek and licked her fingers sarcastically. 19

“Well,” she laughed. “I think that concludes our lesson for today. Consider your studying complete.”20

I took my time sliding my jeans back on. “Yea, well, you better be prepared for it.”21