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"Bestie, how long will it be before we get to bed,d'you think?" Carla murmurs to Mercy ,unaware that her friend has been watching her over the rim of the hurried cup of tea she takes.
Mercy has seen the sweet joy, the darting, exhilarated glow in Carla's eyes. She has noted the parted, smiling lips, drawn-in breath and the quick turning of pages as though the sooner the studying is done the sooner she will be released to run like the wind into the arms of her lover.
"Why?" Mercy says before she can stop herself. "Are you going somewhere?"
Carla turns quickly, then seeing the scorn in Mercy's eyes, lowers her own for a moment before she answers.
"You know I am." Her voice is soft.
"Don't go, Carla, please."
"I must,bestie,you know that. She will be expecting me."
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Songs for the chapter:
Eastside - Khalid ft Halsey
I Would Like - Zara Larsson
No Strings - Kid Ink ft Starrah
Text Message - Chris Brown ft Kid Ink
CARLA:
I cannot sleep.
A dreadful wave of emotions washes over me followed by a pang of nausea. The moon casts an ominous light upon my skin as an invisible knot grows in the pit of my stomach. Why do I continue thinking about Lax? How many times I have conjured up images of meeting her - of what I would say to her,of how her brown eyes would stir with a lovely longing for me, of her lips on my womanhood,her index finger unraveling an orgasm inside me...
I rise up from bed more than a dozen times in half an hour to look out of the window for any sign of her. It is by 1,three hours later that a stone lands on the glass of the window. I feel the pulses at my wrist and throat beat to the rhythm of my excited heart. She is here behind that door at last! I jump up,throw a shawl around my shoulders for it is bitterly cold and get ready to spring out to her arms.
"Here." A voice whispers and from a shadow beside the wooden door a hand touches my arm. I almost scream then her soothing voice calms me.
"Ssh,ssh,it's me Carla. Good God you're shaking like an aspen tree. There's no need to be frightened now,I got you."
"Oh, Lax. I thought you wouldn't come. I waited for hours and now we must get away for I'm afraid someone will look out of a window and if we are caught we could get suspended or worse,sent away for good."
All the while I am speaking, my voice exploding from my nervous gasps, she is leading me behind the quiet dormitories to the one she sleeps in. My breath is raspy in my throat as we quietly slip into her cube.
"You know how I feel about you,don't you, Carla?" Lax says softly.
"No...I mean..." I swallow and my breath is rapid and shallow. My brain has ceased to function on any level beyond that which is aware that we are alone.
"God... I need you." Lax whispers urgently as she rips my thin silk nightgown. She proceeds to take off my lace panties and leaves me stark naked,lying back on her bed.
"Oh Carla....I only like my pussy shaved." She murmurs with her hand closing on my sex and her palm moving slowly over it as if to sooth my embarrassment. I should've shaved!
"You needn't worry now,my little love,I got you baby,I always got you." She murmurs and moved to grab two scarves under the duvet on the side of my legs.
She slowly ties my hands to the bed,having me helplessly under her mercy. My legs are pulled far apart and bound there too,exposing me entirely to her watchful eyes. For a while she just stays there looking,watching...scrutinizing my now warming cunt as is she has never seen such a thing before.
She has a torch casting a circle of light on my womanhood since turning on the lights might wake someone. I start to squirm when she leaves me again and bends to pick something from under her bed. Oh shaving cream and a Gillette!
I struggle to pull my legs together not ready for such humiliation but it only makes the bed creak and Lax smile. I hold still,my break catching in my throat as she applies the shaving cream on me in slow,calculated strokes and I stifle a moan.
The teasing is unending with her gentle touches as she shaves me clean. She goes in a circle from the outer part of my pussy lips to the very center, occasionally touching my clit. My cunt is warm,almost heating up as the anticipation builds up and I ache for her touch,her lips on my...
She presses a wet cloth on my sex and I squirm as she rubs over me,slowly up and quickly down. My chest heaves as my breathing becomes shallow and rugged. Slowly,I feel the pleasure mount as Lax completely ignores me like this is all normal,like her cube is a barber shop of some kind or better an erotic massage parlour. She stops at my clit again and presses over it for a moment,watching me with the innocence of a child and a loud moan escapes my lips. Her mouth finds mine and she muffles my moaning, her hand dropping the cloth and finding my sensitive button instead.
"Be quiet now,little love or you'll have everyone watching us. You wouldn't want to wake them now,would you?" breaking the kiss she whispers to my ear,her warm breath fanning my ear lobe which she bites and squeezes my clit and the same time.
"Oooh...Lax...do it already..." I moan quietly.
"Careful what you wish for, Carla." She smiles. "Eyes closed or want a scarf blindfolding you?"
I nod without knowing what I have chosen,giving no thought to it now for my brain has ceased to work under her teasing. She wraps a scarf over my eyes and my body becomes more alert and even more sensitive for I can't quite know where she will touch next.
A wet liquid pours over my body,starting on my perky tits,down my belly and flows to my exposed sex. A breath escapes me as a pair of hands begin to knead my breasts,massaging them the pinching on my already erect nipples. She draws a spiral going down on me and finally she finds my clean shaved pussy. She massages from my heating labia working towards my aching hole and then I stop breathing as a finger slips inside me.
I soar away to a groaning fulfilment as another finger slips into my warm wet core and move like the strokes of a paintbrush, pressure and speed carefully calculated with each gentle thrust.
Her lips lock with my clitoris and she sucks on it like a hungry calf at the breast of a cow. I edge closer and closer to an orgasm but she stops before I can have my relief. She unties me and I am glad I will get to touch her only to be turned on my knees, hands rebound on the exact same spot and legs pulled even further apart and tied tightly there.
Scratching nails move down my back,"lift your delightful little ass for me now, lass." Lax talks with a lustful excitement lacing her voice. I oblige and I receive a soft spank on my ass. She playfully slaps my ass and I squirm,responding to her assault.
A gentle slap on my clit has my world spiralling down as my hands hold the board I am bound to.
A finger massages the tiny hole on my ass and I am surprised by my own soft moan. Wrong hole! I want to scream but I am in too much pleasure to even speak. She slips it inside my asshole, her hand on my cunt is replaced with a vibrating toy on my clit and her mouth encloses on my pussy lips.
I arch to her touch,forgetting the trouble we will be in if we are caught,forgetting everything except for the unholy skill of her tongue sliding in and along my core.
With every buzz of the toy and every stroke of her finger up my asshole,my body curves to her touch like a strung bow. Her movements are fast and messy, breathing shallowly, kissing my lips often and I constantly murmur her name like a prayer
She laces her body with mine and makes love to me until my body is drugged and languorous with it. A long, stretching pleasure as my breasts strain towards her hands. My body archs and lengthens as she demands,needing her to overpower me with her loving. I adore her body and what it does to mine,more and more of her whims and fancies, many of which involve bondage, some at first feel strange and erotic as they begin to overwhelm me.
With every buzz of the toy and every caress, my body curves to her touch like a strung bow. Her movements are fast and messy, breathing shallowly, kissing my lips often and I constantly murmur her name like a prayer.
My chest shudders as the flame slowly building in my core ignites into an orgasm much greater and out of control. My body grips hers and she smiles,feeding me with the kindling of her touch.
A ravenous warmth consumes my muscles and moves down my body like a wave. Stars burst behind my eyelids as the fountain of my womanly juices generously gushes on to her fingers and flows down my thighs.
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I don't know what time it is when I get back to the safety of my bed. "Goodnight sweet girl." Lax whispers, ready to laugh, to kiss me, to enjoy this danger but I stop her.
She tucks me to my bed before she slips out and I feel myself become warm beneath the blanket and I know it has nothing to do with its softness or weight. My body aches, feels bruised, almost scraped raw at my shoulders where she has...how long has it been?...how many bruises has she...?
I burrow deeper, beginning to smile, my eyes shut as I remember it all. I want to touch myself where her hand has been, to rub my breasts which still tingle from her mouth, her questing fingers, then I feel ashamed.
No, I don't. I don't feel ashamed at all for I have enjoyed it. Perhaps I should be ashamed for it, but really how can something so lovely, so right, be wicked?