Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2002 11:31:25 -0700
From: Every Picture <everypic@hotmail.com>
Subject: Runaway (Lesbian , Ff, romance)

Disclaimer: Read at your own peril! Your morals could be corrupted!
Especially if you think that sex should only be performed on a Sunday night
in a dark bedroom in the missionary position between a man and a woman,
both over the age of 40.

RUNAWAY - a lesbian romance

This story is dedicated to one so far away and yet so near, who's
inspiration is everywhere in this story, and whose warmth fills my heart
daily - my Alex



It was a cool November day, as Michelle Arden walked into Central Park. It
was Sunday afternoon, and she felt relaxed and happy. Although she had to
work the next day, there was still plenty of time for her to read her book
and eat the snack that she had brought with her. Michelle was 23, slim, and
had shiny dark brown hair that came down just below her ears. She worked as
a legal assistant at a large law firm, but her real passion was books, old
books, romances and historical novels. She had just come from a large used
book store, where she had bought an obscure George Elliot novel, and she
relished the thought of starting it.

She found a bench not far from the road, but far enough into the park to
feel isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city. The park was not
busy, the cool weather keeping the crowds away. Michelle had dressed for
the cold, and was wearing a sweater and a jacket. She read the first page
before opening her lunch box, and extracting the sandwich and drink that
she had brought from home. She wasn't that hungry, and put aside the second
half of the sandwich. The novel was starting to engross her. She sipped on
her drink, and flipped the page.

"Excuse, me, Miss?"

The voice broke her concentration. She looked up, and saw a girl, who
looked about 16, standing in front of her. The girl looked tired and dirty,
and had only a thin sweater to protect her from the cold.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss," the girl said, "but I saw that you weren't
eating your sandwich, and I wondered if you were going to throw it away."

"That's all right," Michelle said, "you can have it."

She gave the sandwich to the girl, who wolfed it down in a few seconds.

"Would you like a drink?" Michelle asked.

"Thanks," the girl said, and poured half of the bottled water down her
throat.

"Thanks again," the girl said, and started to leave.

"Wait a minute," Michelle called after her. "I've got an apple here as
well, if you'd like it."

The girl came back and took the apple.

"Sit down a minute and eat it," Michelle said. "When did you last eat?"

"Yesterday morning," the girl said, tears in her eyes.

Michelle felt for this stranger - she looked so hungry and cold.

"Do you live near here?" she asked.

The girl just looked down.

"Oh, I see," Michelle said, realizing that the girl had probably been
sleeping in the park. She looked like she had. Her face was dirty, her hair
had not been washed for a while, her fingers were grubby, and there were
dark rings under her eyes. Michelle also spotted a fading bruise on one
cheek.

"How old are you?" she asked the girl.

"Eighteen," was the reply, although Michelle didn't believe her.

The girl's accent was not New York.

"Where are you from?" she asked the girl.

"From Vermont."

"How long have you been in New York?"

"Three weeks."

"What's your name?"

"Emily."

"I'm Michelle."

The girl had finished the apple, eating it all, including the core.

"When did you last have a decent meal?" Michelle asked her.

Emily looked at her. "I don't remember," she said.

Michelle was a kind-hearted girl, and the more she sat with Emily, the more
she felt sorry for her.

"Look," she said, "I'm going back to my place to make supper. I was going
to eat alone, but why don't you come and share it with me."

Emily looked at her with suspicion.

"Come on," Michelle said, "I don't mind a bit of company over supper."

Emily nodded her agreement, and they walked to the bus stop. Michelle lived
in an apartment in Brooklyn. She paid for the bus tickets, assuming that
Emily was as poor as she looked. On the way, Michelle learned that Emily
had run away from home, leaving a drunk mother and a molesting step-father,
and had come to New York to try her luck. She had not found a job, and had
exhausted her funds. She had been tempted to turn to prostitution, but she
knew that there was no way back if she did that. For the last three nights,
she'd been sleeping rough, and begging for food.

Michelle lived on the third floor, in a small one-bedroom apartment. The
living room was filled with shelf after shelf of books.

"Why don't you take a shower while I make supper," she said to the younger
girl. "I'll lend you some clothes, and we can wash yours in the meantime."

She showed Emily to the bathroom, and gave her a towel. Emily was about the
same height as her, and painfully thin, so her clothes should fit her. She
found a loose pair of pants, underwear, and a tee-shirt. She knocked on the
bathroom door when she heard that Emily was out of the shower. "I'll leave
the clothes right outside," she called.

The door opened a little, revealing Emily wrapped in a towel, with one also
covering her wet hair.

"You've been very kind," she said to Michelle. "You could join me here if
you like. Do you like girls?"

"No, Emily," Michelle replied, "and that's not the reason I asked you
here. You just looked so hungry and sad, that's all."

She closed the door, and went back to the kitchen.

Emily's face when she saw the meal was a sight to behold. Michelle had
grilled some steaks and made some pasta to go with it, but Emily looked at
the food as if she'd been invited to a banquet. The teenager looked much
better now that she had showered and washed her hair. Michelle offered her
hair dryer, but Emily preferred to let it dry naturally. Michelle had an
opened half bottle of wine in the fridge, and they washed down their meal
with it. Emily was yawning. Michelle had already realized that she couldn't
let the younger girl go back to the park and sleep - she would have to
crash out on the sofa. As they finished the meal with coffee and cake,
Michelle told Emily that she was welcome to use the sofa that night. She
also offered to let Emily call home, but the girl declined. Michelle got
some sheets and blankets, and left Emily in the living room to sleep, while
she took her new book to bed with her. She peeked in after an hour, and saw
that Emily was fast asleep. She read for another hour, but as she was in
the bathroom getting ready for bed, she heard a loud noise. She ran to the
living room, to find a dazed Emily, who had fallen off the sofa. She helped
Emily, who was half asleep, to her feet, and guided the girl into her
bedroom. She had a queen-size bed, and soon Emily was sleeping in one side
of it. It took Michelle a while to fall asleep herself - she wasn't used to
sharing her bed.

Michelle was up in the morning before her alarm, and she turned it off so
as not to wake the still-sleeping Emily. She dressed quietly, and then left
some money and a note saying "Good luck. I hope you'll find a job. The
front door will lock automatically." She wondered about Emily at work that
day, and even called her home, but she just got her own answering
machine. When she got home that evening, however, she was surprised to find
Emily in the kitchen.

"I'm cooking us supper," she said. "I used the money you left me to buy
groceries."

"How did you get in and out of the apartment?" Michelle asked.

"I just wedged the front door a bit. I didn't know what else to do."

"But Emily, anyone could have come in!"

"I know, but I didn't want to go back out on the streets." Tears welled up
in Emily's eyes as she spoke. "I can cook for you, and do all the cleaning
and laundry. And I will look for a job. But please don't make me go back to
sleep in the park..."

"I don't know, Emily...I really didn't.....well, I guess until you get a
job and can find your own place."

Emily came over and hugged Michelle.

"Oh thank you," she cried.

Supper was surprisingly good.

"Where did you learn to cook like that?" Michelle asked.

"At home," Emily replied. "I had to do all of the cooking. Mum was usually
too drunk"

After supper they sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, but there was
nothing good on. Emily got up and looked at the books on the shelves.

"Do you read much?" Michelle asked.

"No," Emily replied, "I'm quite a slow reader."

"Would you like me to read to you?" Michelle said. She loved reading aloud,
but rarely had the opportunity.

"That would be nice," Emily said. "No one ever did that to me."

"My parents always read to me before bed," Michelle said, as she chose a
book to read.

Emily got up to help her decide on a book. They decided on "A Tale of Two
Cities".

"It's a long book," Michelle said, but Emily seemed pleased by that.

Michelle began to read. It had been a few years since she'd first read the
book, and it held her interest as well. Emily sat looking at her and
listening for the best part of an hour.

"That was wonderful!" Emily said, when Michelle finally stopped. "Will you
read to me every day?"

"Yes, if you like." Michelle was pleased that Emily had stayed focused on
the story for so long.

Emily got up to get ready for bed. When she came out of the bathroom, she
turned to Michelle.

"Do you want me to try to sleep on the sofa again tonight?" she asked.

Michelle hesitated, and then said, "No, it's okay, the bed is large enough
for both of us."

They both got into bed, and the light was switched out. Emily spoke in the
darkness.

"I'm really grateful to you for letting me stay," she said. "I wish you'd
let me make it up to you."

Michelle wondered if Emily meant what she thought she meant. But all she
said was, "Hush, go to sleep now, Emily."

The next few days went by. Michelle got up for work, Emily slept in, but
had a delicious supper ready for Michelle when she got home. And, true to
her word, she took care of the laundry, washing up and general tidying of
the apartment. In the evenings, Michelle would read aloud a couple of
chapters of the Dickens. Sometimes they would go to the nearby coffee shop
for a latte. The weekend came. Michelle had plans to go out with
friends. Emily didn't try get herself included, and said that she would go
alone to a movie. Michelle was giving her a little money, but she really
wasn't costing that much. But she did ask Michelle if they could do
something together that weekend, and they arranged to go to the zoo on the
Sunday afternoon. It had been ages since Michelle had gone there, and they
had a great afternoon together, laughing at the animals, falling in love
with the cute ones. They were tired when they got back, but Emily insisted
on at least one chapter to be read to her, and Michelle was quite happy to
comply. Emily promised to go looking for a job the coming week. Michelle
had given her the spare key so that she could come and go as she pleased.

Three nights later, they were talking in bed, in the dark.

"Can we do something again this weekend?" Emily asked.

"Sure," Michelle said. Then she continued. "Guess what. On Saturday night,
I'm going on a blind date."

Emily didn't say anything for a few moments, but then said, "Well I hope
he's ugly and has bad breath!"

Michelle laughed.

"One of the girls at the office has arranged it," she said.

"Michelle," said Emily, after a pause, "have you never thought of, you
know, being with a girl?"

"Well, I suppose every girl thinks about it. But I was brought up that
girls go with boys, marry them and have babies."

"So you've never even kissed a girl?"

"No," said Michelle.

Michelle felt Emily move closer.

"I've wanted to kiss you since the first day," she heard Emily say, and
then soft warm lips touched her own. Michelle was so stunned by the move,
and by how nice it felt, that she didn't react straight away, but after a
few seconds, she pushed the younger girl away.

"Emily, I've told you, I'm not like that. I won't let you stay here if you
try that again."

Emily turned over in a huff, and stayed in a bad mood all the next day.

By the weekend, the incident was forgotten - or at least. not
mentioned. Michelle told Emily that they would go to the Statue of Liberty
on Sunday, as Emily had never seen it up close. On Sunday morning, Emily
was up early, and had breakfast made by the time that Michelle surfaced.

"Well, how was the blind date?" Emily asked.

"It was okay," Michelle answered, trying not to give away anything by her
voice.

"Did he kiss you?" Emily persisted.

"That's none of your business," Michelle said, but without anger.

The truth was that he had been a nice guy, but shy, with not a lot to say
for himself. She had let him kiss her as they said goodnight, and she could
not help comparing his kiss with the one that Emily had given her, to the
detriment of his. But she wasn't going to tell Emily this.

The ferry ride to the Statue was fun, as they looked at the landmarks of
Manhattan. It was windy, but Emily wanted to be outside, and she dragged
Michelle with her. Both of their faces were red from the wind by the time
they reached the statue. They went right up to the top, and Emily couldn't
stop saying how wonderful the view was. Michelle liked how enthusiastic
Emily was about things. She made cooking fun, she loved the zoo, and she
was now the driving force behind their daily reading session. It didn't
matter how tired Michelle was, Emily wouldn't let her go to bed until
Michelle had read to her. They were into their second book now.

The next day, Emily got a part time job, working in a gas station, bringing
some money home for the first time, though not enough for her to move out
on her own, as she quickly pointed out to Michelle. Michelle took her out
for supper to celebrate, and they had a nice meal in a small candle-lit
Italian restaurant nearby. Emily told Michelle that she had called her home
earlier that day, and assured her mother that she was alive and well. Her
mother had not, apparently, asked too many questions. Michelle was pleased,
though, that Emily had called. The younger girl was acting less like a
runaway, and the stability in her life since she was staying with Michelle
had obviously been good for her. Michelle had not told her friends about
Emily as yet - what would they think? How would she explain that she shared
her apartment. and her bed, with a girl she'd met in the park? Who would
believe that it was innocent? She had discussed Emily's future with the
girl, but couldn't get an answer from Emily as to her plans. She was
bright, but had missed out on much of her education. But she was so keen to
learn.

A few weeks went by, and Michelle was content with life, and had thought
that Emily was as well. They spent every evening together, except Tuesdays,
when Emily worked late, and went out at least once on the weekend. Emily
would accompany Michelle when she went secondhand book shopping, and even
bought a few books of her own. Michelle would often find her reading when
she came home, supper being already prepared.  Friends at work had
commented that Michelle came in to work with more energy and enthusiasm
than she used to have. But one Wednesday evening, the bubble burst. They
had finished supper, and Michelle had gone to get the book that she was
reading aloud to Emily, when she found the younger girl in tears.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I can't do this, Michelle," Emily said, wiping her eyes. "You won't let me
talk about it, but I can't keep going to bed at night and wanting to hold
you and kiss you. I love you so much, and you don't care about me!"

Michelle sat down near her.

"Of course I care about you, Emily," she said. "I like you a lot, but you
know that I can't change who I am."

"No you don't care!" Emily cried, her voice getting louder. "You'll meet
some guy who'll want to move in with you, then you'll kick me out! Nobody
has ever loved me! I thought that maybe you could, but you don't want to!
It's not fair!"

Emily covered her face and cried, and Michelle was unable to console
her. Every time she said anything, Emily just shook her head and told her
to go away.

"Let me make you a coffee," Michelle said. Emily didn't reply. Michelle
went into the kitchen, but when she returned with the hot drinks, Emily had
gone to bed.

In the morning, Emily was fast asleep when Michelle got up. She looked so
peaceful lying in bed. Later at work, Michelle tried to phone her a few
times, but there was no reply. She left work a little earlier, and knew
that something was wrong as soon as she stepped in the door of her
apartment. It didn't take long for her to find the note, with her spare set
of keys. Her heart sank as she read the note.

"I'm sorry, Michelle, but it hurts too much to be around you. Thanks for
everything. I hope that you find what you are looking for. Don't worry
about me, I'll survive. Emily"

Michelle looked around, and saw that Emily had taken the few clothes she'd
had, and even her books. She felt the tears well up in her eyes. She hadn't
taken her coat off yet. She left the apartment, and wandered the streets,
but saw no sign of the girl. Then she took the bus to Manhattan, and went
into Central Park, but after two hours without finding Emily, she gave up
and went home.

The next day was terrible for her. She couldn't concentrate at work, and
got rebuked by one of the partners for a mistake she'd made, something that
had never happened before. She dreaded going home to her empty
apartment. As she opened the door, she thought for a moment that perhaps
Emily would be there after all, but then remembered that the girl no longer
had a key. She felt depressed and angry at herself and confused. She
couldn't think of anything else. She tried to read, but couldn't get past
the first page. She tried to rationalize. After all, she'd only known Emily
for a little over a month. She'd just tried to be kind to the girl. But it
didn't work, the sense of loss was overwhelming.

Michelle spent much of Saturday in Central Park, checking out parts of it
that she'd never been to before. She'd already asked at the gas station
where Emily worked, but the girl had not been seen there - she had not
showed up for her Friday shift, and the manager was less than
sympathetic. Dejected, Michelle sat in a Starbucks and wondered why she
felt so alone. She'd cancelled a plan to go to the movies that evening with
friends. She didn't feel like being with people, having to pretend that all
was well with her. all was not well with her. She instinctively knew that
she'd made a big mistake, and it began to dawn on her that perhaps she was
in love with Emily after all. Could she really love a girl? Then she
remembered, at school, gazing with love at her female English teacher,
dreaming of them walking hand-in-hand on the beach. She was 14 at the time,
and her dreams had been of love and romance, not sex. The teacher, Miss
Glover, has caught her daydreaming once or twice in class, and it was only
when she moved to high school that she really forgot about her. Michelle
had read that it was "normal" for teenage girls to have a crush on another
girl, and she had put the feeling behind her. Until now.

The next morning, Sunday, she stayed at home, reading the newspaper. It was
only at about two in the afternoon that she remembered that it was on a
Sunday, six weeks earlier, at about 5 in the afternoon, that she had met
Emily in the park. Michelle was not hopeful - the fruitless wanderings the
previous day had left her skeptical about finding the girl, but she put on
her coat, and then took a sweater in a tote bag in case she found
Emily. The younger girl would only have her thin jacket, she
remembered. The bus ride to Manhattan seemed to go on forever, but Michelle
finally alighted from the bus, and walked the two blocks for the park,
heading for the bench that she'd sat on six weeks earlier.

She knew that Emily was there as soon as the bench came into view, although
it was too far away to see her clearly. A solitary figure sat looking in
her direction. As Michelle came nearer, she saw that Emily was watching
her. Her heart gave a leap of joy as she confirmed that it was indeed Emily
who watched her approach, but then the girl looked down and away as
Michelle neared her. Michelle sat down next to Emily, who wouldn't look at
her. The girl looked dirty and tired, although not as bad as when they
first met. Michelle spoke first.

"I'm so glad I've found you, Emily, Please come back home," she said.

"What for?" Emily said sullenly.

"Because I want you there with me," Michelle said. "I was wrong, I hurt
you, and I'm so sorry. You must understand...it's very difficult for me to
say this. I've been miserable since you left, I've looked for you
everywhere. I can't bear it without you. I never want to spend another day
without you being with me, Emily."

Emily looked up at her, and Michelle continued.

"You bring so much joy to my life, Emily. I didn't realize how much. I
suppressed my feelings because they scared me. I shouldn't have let you
feel rejected."

She covered Emily's hand with her own.

"I love you, Emily," she said.

"You know that I love you, Michelle," Emily said, "but can you love
me.....completely?"

Michelle leaned forward and kissed Emily full on the lips. The younger girl
was dirty and in need of a bath, but Michelle didn't care.

"I don't want to kiss anyone else, Emily, only you," she said.

Then Emily's arms were around her, and they were holding each other tight.

"You're cold," Michelle said, taking the sweater out, and giving it to
Emily. "Come on, let's go home."

They got up and began walking out of the park. Michelle took hold of
Emily's hand, and never let it go until they were home.

On the bus home, Michelle had been thinking of how pretty Emily was. Now
that she had allowed herself to think that way, she felt her physical
desire for the girl swell up, and she couldn't wait to continue that side
of their relationship. As soon as they closed the door to her apartment
behind them, she took Emily into her arms.

"No, wait," Emily said, "I stink, and I need to brush my teeth."

"I know, but I need to kiss you now," Michelle whispered, and she began
kissing Emily's dirty face. Emily gave in to Michelle's passion, and
Michelle kissed her full on the lips.

"Ok, go and shower now," Michelle said after a while.

Emily went into the bathroom. Michelle could hear her brushing her teeth,
and then the shower was turned on. After a few minutes, she got two towels,
and went into the bathroom. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the
noise of the water.

"Can I take you up on that offer and join you?" she called out.

The shower door opened a fraction, and Emily's face appeared, her hair
dripping wet.

"You bet!" Emily said, her face breaking into a big grin.

Michelle quickly undressed and brushed her own teeth. She glanced in the
mirror to check her hair - a silly thing to she, she thought afterwards, as
it was about to get wet. She opened the door and stepped into the shower.

Her first thought was how lovely Emily looked without clothes on, and her
next thought was that this beautiful girl was hers to hold, kiss and make
love to, forever. Emily stepped back to make room for Michelle, who moved
under the stream of water, which felt so good on her naked body. She wiped
her wet hair away from her eyes. Emily moved closer, and they wrapped their
arms around each other. Emily began kissing Michelle's neck. It felt so
good! Michelle slid her hands up and down Emily's wet back, going further
down her buttocks each time. Emily kissed her way down Michelle's neck, and
made the older girl gasp as her mouth moved suddenly to the breasts. Emily
bent at the waist and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Michelle cried out
with pleasure, and pulled Emily's face closer. She reached around and
fondled Emily's breasts which were dangling below her body. She rubbed and
caressed the small nipples. Then Emily was kissing the other breast, before
straightening up and kissing Michelle's neck again. Michelle threw her head
back, her eyes closed in concentration as Emily's tongue worked it's magic
on her sensitive flesh. She felt Emily suck gently on the side of her neck,
and then the girl's hand slid down between her thighs. The water was
running over them both as Emily's hand reached it's destination, and
Michelle gasped as she felt the girl's fingers probe at her crack. She
lowered her head again, and found Emily's mouth with her own, deeply moved
by the pleasure of making love with another girl. She felt Emily's fingers
find the opening to her inner regions, and she slid her tongue into the
teenager's mouth as Emily's finger entered her. She had never kissed anyone
like this before, with total abandon. Her tongue was all over Emily's lips
and mouth, and she heard the girl moan with excitement at the kiss. She
covered Emily's face and neck with passionate kisses, licking every inch of
her face, her nose, eyes and ears. Emily had two fingers deep inside her,
and she was wiggling them about. Michelle felt close to orgasm.

"Oh, Emily!" she cried, as Emily's thumb found her clit, and pushed her
over the edge. Her body shuddered as the climax spread from her clit to the
rest of her. She pulled her lover's face to hers and her mouth slobbered
all over Emily's. She girl's wet face and hair was very sexy, and she
pleasured herself with Emily's lips and tongue. Emily had removed her hand
from Michelle's vagina, but was still rubbing her lips. Eventually,
Michelle stepped back.

"Let's get into bed," she said.

They stepped out of the shower and dried themselves, then walked naked,
hand in hand, to the bedroom.

They got under the sheets, and turned to face each other.

"Michelle," Emily said, "I have to tell you something."

"What is it, Emily?"

"I'm not really eighteen," Emily said.

"I didn't think you were. How old are you?"

"Sixteen," Emily said.

"It doesn't matter," Michelle said. "I love you as you are. That doesn't
change anything."

Emily smiled, and they two girls came together, arms around each other, as
they kissed. Michelle felt the passion rise in her as Emily's tongue
slipped under her upper lip. She let her young lover explore her willing
mouth with her tongue, before reciprocating with her own tongue. After a
while, she began kissing Emily's neck. The teenager had soft skin, and her
hair still smelled of the shampoo. She sucked the flesh of Emily's neck
into her mouth, gently, not wanting to leave an embarrassing mark. She felt
Emily arch her back as her lips moved down. Michelle lifted her head and
looked at Emily's small breasts. The nipples were starting to get
erect. Michelle lowered her head and took a nipple right into her mouth,
loving the feel of the hardening bud on her palate. Emily sighed with
pleasure, encouraging Michelle to lick harder at the nipple. Her hand was
on Emily's thigh, and she felt an overwhelming urge to touch her. Emily
opened her thighs as Michelle moved her hand up, and she rubbed Emily's
naked sex with the palm of her hand. She could feel her lover's wetness,
and it excited her so much that she nearly came herself. Her head left
Emily's breast, and she could feel the teenager's hands on her head, gently
pushing it in the direction of her hand. Michelle could see the girl's
pubic hair, now, and the desire to see and touch and kiss Emily's pussy
grew stronger. She kissed the girl's thighs, feeling Emily's legs open wide
as the teenager's moaning grew louder.

Michelle gasped at her first sight of Emily's lovely cunt. It was so
beautiful, pink, shiny with her wet juices, the lips slightly parted. She
gently touched the wet lips, feeling Emily shudder, seeing the little clit
grow harder. Michelle felt her finger drawn inside, and Emily thrust her
thighs so that Michelle's finger slid deep into Emily's pussy. The girl
felt so warm and wet! Michelle couldn't believe how excited this was making
her. She felt inside the vagina, the young pussy feeling tight but pliant,
and each movement seemed to send Emily into raptures. Michelle found one
spot that caused Emily to lose control. She felt the girl writhe up and
down on her finger. She stroked the flesh deep inside her lover
relentlessly, until Emily jerked and cried out, and went limp. Michelle
removed her finger after a minute, and then moved around so the she was
lying with her face opposite Emily's pussy.

She was so aroused now from having made Emily come, that she did not think
"Can I do this", but just went ahead and lowered her mouth to the waiting
sex lips, and began to lick at them. The taste was unlike anything she
knew, but it was not unpleasant, and the reaction from Emily added to her
own pleasure. The teenager was pressing herself at Michelle's mouth, and
the older girl responded by lapping with her tongue all over the wet pink
flesh. She felt Emily's clit rub up against her cheek and upper lip, but
she ignored it for now, and contented herself with sucking gently on the
labial lips. Emily was crying out her love for her, and begging her not to
stop. Finally, she had to give in to her own desire to feel the girl's clit
on her tongue. The small but rock hard clit was ready for her. She pressed
her tongue over it, and Emily squealed with delight.

"Lick it Michelle!" she heard the girl cry, and she began a rhythmical
licking, up and down, sensing Emily's approaching orgasm. Emily was holding
Michelle's head in her hands, as she ground her clit into Michelle's
face. Then she stopped moving, and Michelle kept on licking as she brought
her lover to a sensational climax. Her face was covered in Emily's pussy
juice, and she was already in love with the taste. She closed her eyes, not
believing what she'd done and how much pleasure it had given her. Then she
felt her own legs being pulled open. Keeping her eyes closed, Michelle
focused on the kisses that were raining down on her thighs, moving closer
to her own wetness. And then her head exploded with pleasure as a warm wet
tongue was licking at her most private parts. She could feel the softness
of Emily's cheeks on her thighs as the girl's tongue entered her. The urge
to feel it on her clit, to orgasm herself, rushed through her. But Emily
was taking her time, licking around her lips, sometimes just grazing the
clit, causing Michelle to spasm with pleasure. Michelle had never lost
control like this during sex before. She was crying out, telling Emily how
wonderful it felt, then just gasping and groaning as Emily's tongue took
her to heights of arousal that she'd never known before. Even Emily's
finger on her anus felt good, although Michelle would never have dreamed of
that being part of sex. And then Emily moved her mouth to Michelle's clit,
and it seemed to her that the girl had taken it completely into her
mouth. Michelle's world became one of nothing but pleasure, everywhere in
her body. She had no concept of how long Emily worked at her clit before
she came. She only knew that her climax was unlike any she'd had before,
that she never wanted it to end, and when she finally began to come down
from it, and become aware of reality again, she knew that she had never
loved anyone before as she loved Emily now. Emily's eyes, looking deep into
hers, assured Michelle that the girl felt the same, and they held each
other for a long time, not speaking, letting their love flow through their
eyes and their soft caresses. They both knew that they had found the love
of their life, that this was meant to be, that the morning would find them
wrapped in each other's arms, more deeply in love than ever.

THE END



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