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Elinor rolled over to rest some of her weight on Sansa. She hadn't quite consented, but she hadn't said no either. She thought it a kindness to let Sansa remain silent. She may not be able to put into words her desire. She kissed Sansa's neck, unbuttoning her night gown at the front. Her hand pulled the cloth taut at her shoulder and pulled it half way down her arm so Elinor's kisses could touch Sansa's lower neck and shoulders.  She pulled herself onto Sansa entirely as she did, kissing her and lovingly petting her body through the cloth.

Her knee split Sansa's legs and she rubbed gently at her thighs. Her hands grabbed Sansa's wrist and pulled them back above her head. "You don't have to say anything." She said, "Simply let me know if you wish me to stop." She promised.

With that, she dove between Sansa's leg, pulling her skirt up and kneeing between her legs. The nightgown was pulled over Elinor's head as Elinor began kissing wherever she could find purchase. Her thighs were kissed, then her knees, before her head lifted all the way up her lips, hidden by auburn pubic hair. Lips made contact with lips and she began to eat out Lady Sansa. Her head moved slowly beneath Sansa's skirt as she kissed more and more, trying to give her pleasure.

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Things had gone from a gallop to a trot in a few heartbeats... and Sansa's heart was racing. Elinor taking charge had not just been surprising it had been exciting, pinning her wrists before whispering those ominous words.

Before she knew it while she was trying to play catch up with what was going on Elinor was kissing her thighs and then... Sansa blinked her eyes going wide. This was very different. She had discovered discretely some of the pleasures of her own body but this was far more. It was far more stimulating to have someone else touch her never mind the difference of it being someones lips and tongue... she had given herself orgasms before but already she could tell they would be pale shadows of what Elinor was stirring up in her.

Sansa raised one leg up a little as an unsteady hand went onto the back of Elinor's head. The heel of her foot came to rest on Elinor's back, giving better access to her inner folds. Her head rolled back as she sighed. "Thank you... thank you..." It wasn't elegant or articulate but she was enjoying herself and seemed to be coming to terms with the situation at least on some level.

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Elinor pushed Sansa's skirts to the side so she could glance up at her from between her legs. Her lips came up from her bush of hairs and she giggled gently, "Shhh... don't be too loud!" She said sounding almost playful despite the dire circumstances. She then immediately pushed her head back down to press her lips into her.

It quickly became obvious that this was hardly the first time Elinor had done this. Her lips worked their magic with great enthusiasm as she ushered Sansa into her own sisterhood. Her eyes continued to glance up and give her long, heavy looks before she glanced back down and plied her trade yet further. Her tongue slipped inside of Sansa and delivered her pleasure with quick, pillowy kisses and longer, more languid licks.

Before too long, her finger joined her and slipped inside of Sansa, curling and working in concert. Her other hand held onto Sansa's thigh and hiked ran down her leg, tickling and caressing her as she brought Sansa to quiet, hoping she wouldn't scream out so loudly it would cause them a problem.

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From Sansa almost overwhelmed responses she seem to likely having been honest about her lack of experienced, she was experiencing pleasure but she wasn't subdued in a desirable way... or she was a very good and practiced liar in the bedroom.

Sansa's hip twitched as the finger entered her. Her left hand moved to stifle her moans and her right hand curled into Elinor's hair. Her hips and nether lips pushed eagerly back against the pillow kisses and probing tongue. She had never imagined the such intense sensations she was experiencing now. Pleasure built as the stimulation and sensations increased...

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Elinor giggled a bit between Sansa's legs as her hair was grabbed. She'd spent a good hour getting that ready for this morning, but how easily it was undone in the throws of passion! She reflected.  She did not at all let that stop her. In fact, she sped up, slipping her tongue deeper and wrapping her arms around Sansa's thighs to lift her a bit closer so she could go yet deeper.

Once that was done, she laid her coup de grace. She brought one hand up and searched for Sansa's rosebud. It was a little secret passed amongst the Tyrell girls. Young lordlings may not have known or cared much about pleasure, but that she wouldn't let that stop her.  She began to rub the rosebud between two fingers, curling circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.

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Sansa shivered... she whimpered and moaned into her own hand. Her eyelids fluttered and her thighs closed a little to either side of Elinor's head without thinking.

And then Elinor's fingers teased somewhere that had only been touched by her Sansa felt her mind go numb, Elinor was making her feel such pleasure it was hard to think. She was groggy in the most wonderful way. Her breathing and moans of pleasure were ragged against her hand which was the only part of her focused on discretion... her nostrils flared as the pleasure overcame her.

She had been tense and wound up for so long... the release of her first climax brought on by another left her lying on the bed for several moments as she feebly tried to compose herself.

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Elinor gave a satisfied giggle as she heard her ragged breathing her pleased moan. She was grinning ear to ear as she pushed herself forward. She kissed her again. Elinor's light fingers rested on the side of Sansa's chin and held her face still as she kissed her with the very mouth that had been between her legs.

She pushed herself up onto her knees, dress bunching on the bed. "My Lady! You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself." She said, giggling again. She continued to touch Sansa, letting her arms caress her neck and shoulder and down her arms. "I'm glad you were quiet though... relatively." She shrugged a little and added, "Things can get awkward when maids come to investigate."

Part of her words were innocent flirting, trying to make Sansa blush at the salaciousness of the moment. But another part of this was manipulation. They were conspirators now after all, in matters of love if nothing else. "I enjoyed myself too." She assured her.

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Sansa's face was quite flushed and she was clearly flustered mutely blinking as her breathing returned to normal. She smiled a little awkwardly. "That was... nice." There was perhaps many more appropriate words but it wasn't wrong.

She leaned forward and planted a light kiss one Elinor's cheek. The experience had been somewhat overwhelming but she wanted to repay the moment partly to rebalance things but mainly... she bit her lip, a glimmer in her eye... she wanted Elinor to feel how she felt.

Sansa pushed herself back onto the bed. "I want you to sit in front of me like I'm going to comb your hair." Her voice was quite, barely audible really... but her words were clear.

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Elinor let out a delighted smile as Sansa pushed herself further on the bed. She hadn't at all expected this. Elinor's long brown hair settled around her right shoulder and she leaned forward on her arms. "Oh? What exactly did you have in mind, Lady Sansa?" She asked in a teasing voice.

She obeyed her lady though, and climbed forward on her hands and knees until she settled between Sansa's legs, facing away from her. "I rather hope you do comb my hair." She said in a playful tone. "There's little things as intimate as being tended to by a beautiful woman."

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Sansa ran her fingers through Elinor's hair letting it flow between them slowly. She drew Elinor's hair to one side and leaned in towards her ear whispering "Do you really think I need the comb or would you prefer a more personal touch." She sounded confident but her face unseen by Elinor betrayed her anxiety. She leaned in and kissed the right side of Elinor's neck.

Her left hand cupped Elinor's jawline possessively, she continued to lightly kisses her neck. Her right hand moved to Elinor's side, sliding onto her stomach and drawing her closer. Her breasts pressed slightly against Elinor's back.

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A small sound of satisfaction filled the air as Sansa touched her. Elinor's eyes fluttered closed as she luxuriated in the touch of another woman. Her grandmother had certainly not pictured this kind of relationship when she'd given her this task. She bent her head to the side and embraced the touch for a long moment. "Mmmm, is both an option?" She said playfully.

She turned her head so Sansa's lips met hers. Elinor's dress was tied together by a few intricate sashes. It was a simple summer style that was meant to be removed easily. She reached across her own stomach and began pulling the fabric loose enough that the silk parted and revealed her left breast. She gently took Sansa's hand and slid it across her chest and inside. "Touch me." She said in a hushed tone, "I want you to touch me, Of course I want you to touch me."

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Her heart thumping Sansa's left hand moved from Elinor's jaw down her neck. Her lips touching Elinor's gently pressed forward into a soft kiss. As tender as that touch was Sansa right hand fingers curled through Elinor's hair and pulled lightly but still firmly and controlling. Her left hand cupped her friends breast, giving it an appreciative squeeze.

As her lips broke from her friends she could feel her face go a crimson red. "I will... some day you'll teach me how to kiss you in that special way you just did. But for now you'll just have to settle for me teasing your womanhood with my fingers. I can do that at least and when the pleasure is gone and it's fog lifts from your mind you'll find my lips against your skin. Would you like to keep undressing, to let me see all of you?" She bit her bottom lip as the fingers of her right hand flowed downwards through Elinor's hair and then down her back, trailing along the other woman's spine.

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Sansa's tone sounded commanding and authoritative. It reminded Elinor of Sansa's father and it made her heart skip a beat. She'd never been attracted to Ned Stark, but hearing such a tone from Sansa caused her to shiver a little. "I..." She giggled a little nervously having been caught off guard. "If you wish, my lady." She said sounding playfully demure.

She leaned forward and gave Sansa a moment to stare at her. She then pushed the silk from her shoulders and let the dress slip down her back. The dress pooled between them. Elinor's long acorn colored hair swept over her shoulder as she turned her head to look at Sansa.

"I'll teach you whatever you'd like, my lady." She assured her. "Imagine the two of us in Highgarden... having the run of the castle?" She left the teasing tableau hang in the air a moment. "Even when you marry, there's no reason we should stop. Lord Willis would not object t'all, I assure you. Not that he need even know." She turned her body halfway so Sansa could see her perky breasts from the side. "Now, about that fog you promised me?" she asked teasingly.

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Sansa had planned to hold Elinor in her arms from behind but she just looked so beautiful. She moved forward over the pooled dress on the bed, her hand on Elinor's shoulder turned the brunette to face her. She openly admired her body, her eyes roaming freely. She spoke with as much confidence as she could muster but there was a tremor to her voice to betrayed her anxiety. "It's a good thing I wasn't born a man Elinor... you've proven I can't resist you, I could have gotten you into an awful lot of trouble."

She pushed Elinor onto her back, her auburn head moving between Elinor's thighs to kiss her womanhood once. She wasn't confident about replicating Elinor's earlier feat just yet so her lips worked their way upwards. She moved her right hand between her own thighs over her dress. She moved her hips forward, pressing her pelvis against Elinor's her index finger trailed up Elinor's nethers. Sansa kissed Elinor's shoulder as she began running her three middle fingers slowly along her womanhood, teasing her gently before she began to work her middle finger inside.

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Elinor shivered in excitement. "Oh I think you are exactly the kind of trouble I like." She said, taking a brief moment to kiss Sansa Stark on the chin and then on the lips. She laid back on the bed as Sansa touched her lower lips. When fingers slipped inside her she let out out a small breath and bit her lip in a most terrible excitement.

"Oh yes, like that." She said with an air of tutelage, "You know I really like this..." She slipped her own hand between them and wrapped it around the back of Sansa's hand. With her thumb she guided Sansa's finger to her clit, and gently touched it against the little bundle of nerves. "Feel that?" She asked gently as she let Sansa experiment a little with it by touch.

Elinor gazed into Sansa's eyes excitedly. It had been too long since she'd been so attended to by a pretty maid and Sansa Stark was prettier then most. She kept her hand down and caressed Sansa's arms as her fingers played, encouraging her to experiment and play. Elinor let out a small pleasured gasp, "Right like that... wonderful." She said in luxuriant bliss.

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Sansa followed the instructions and direction given hoping to make Elinor feel as she had, but she still continued to rock her hips, thrusting the finger into Elinor as she did. She found herself grinding her womanhood through her dress against the back of her own hand. It wasn't elegant or that fulfilling but in the moment deeply erotic and was somewhat pleasurable.

As Elinor praised her she sighed and kissed the other woman's neck, starting to suck lightly by instinct. Her dress felt suddenly very constrictive, part of her very much wanted to remove it and roll around on the bed with Elinor both of them naked. She liked seeing Elinor like this, Elinor wanting her to see her... and she very much wanted to be seen, she didn't truely understand why yet but she wanted Elinor to look on her with desire. Her cheeks burned a deeper red than her hair as she imagined the two of them in her minds eye and she only stopped herself from moaning by kissing Elinor, almost pressing the moan into the other woman's mouth to stifle it.

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Elinor leaned into Sansa's hand and made small noises of gasping as the pleasure touched her. Her hair slipped loose strand by strand and made a tangle on her face as she kissed Sansa back with prurient pleasure. Her hand slipped behind Sansa's head and held her close as they kissed and played with each other.

Soon, Elinor felt orgasm coming. She slipped her hand back down between their bodies and added her own touch to Sansa's, trying to bring herself to climax. It came with a quiet roar and she moaned into Sansa's neck to stifle the sound. "Oh my darling." She said lovingly as she took in deep and shallow breaths, kissing Sansa's lips again and again.

"That was wonderful." She said absolutely truthfully. "You really have a knack for this you know?" She said. "Are you sure you've never been with a woman?" She said with teasing encouragement as they untangled their bodies from each other. Elinor Tyrell moved to lay languidly on the bed with her dress draped over her body. She knew they should rise and leave the bedroom but... "I don't want leave." She said, "Oh how I wish the two of us could just stay here, kissing and touching all day." She said in a plaintive tone.

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As the feelings of lust began to abate Sansa began to feeling self conscious, unwelcome and gnawing doubts undermining the false confidence the lust had built up in her. She wanted more but this was dangerous... and was Elinor manipulating her or..? No she didn't think so, at least not this much. The growing anxiety was plain on her face. Her brow furrowed and she bit her lower lip.

She didn't speak for a moment hesitating in response to the questions. Without a word she moved forward and pressed her lips against Elinor's while her right hand slid onto her hip, drawing the other woman in a little closer to her. Once she broke the kiss her face was red and her breathing heavier, her face still closer to Elinor's she spoke in a whisper. "No woman or man... just you. I'd like more too, I want you to see all of me... but we could get in a lot of trouble so certainly not all day but whenever you think is best." Sansa leaned in a little closer and planted another light kiss on the other woman's soft lips.

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"This will be so much easier when we make it to Highgarden." She said rather presumptuously. She let herself be pulled into Sansa's arms and laid down at her shoulder. Elinor slipped her fingers between Sansa's and began to softly caress the flesh of her hand as they gave each other gentle kisses.

There was suddenly a knocking on the bedroom door. A gruff voice from a knight (a male one, thank goodness, lest they enter unannounced), "My lady, the Queen has called for your presence before the Iron Throne." He told her through the heavy wooden door. "May I come in?"

As soon as the noise had started, Elinor jumped up and began wrapping the silk about her body once again. "Not yet!" Elinor told him, "Her Ladyship is indecent, I'm still dressing her!" She told the man.

The man let out a frustrated *hrumph* from the hallway and replied, "At your earliest convenience, my lady." he said in a tone making it clear that tallying was not going to be an option. Elinor quickly began putting truth to her words and helped dress Sansa again as a good handmaiden should, draping her in the fine cloth and pinning and it where necessary so it draped over her curves admirably.

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The moment was over, it almost seemed to Sansa like the wood of the door groaned as the pressure of reality pressed against it. Sansa was assisted to get ready but even so she rushed to help Elinor look more appropriate. This kind of thing might be an open secret amongst the ladies of Highgarden but she had no doubt the Queen could use it as a way to torment her.

It was a shame, she would dearly have wished for more time. Her newfound desires would have to wait. She flattened out the wrinkles on the bed, under her finger tips and the palm of her hand she could feel the warm imprint of their passion. Looking over Elinor one last time to inspect her she blushed before nodding, leaning in she planted a light and tender kiss against Elinor's lips.

She took one last breath before heading towards the door... her stomach twisted into knots... was it Queen Margaery or Cersei that had called for her she wondered? Margeary might not seek to torment her but she would need to be careful, especially if Joffrey was in the throne room.


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Fey? That's right, that was the name the first humans who had captured her had given her. She'd vehemently refused to give her true name to them, and so they'd been forced to give her a human one as they filled out the paperwork and ran their various tests on her. She simply stared at him as he spoke, watching intently as he moved closer to her and spoke through his stuttering words. He was afraid of her, it seemed.

The blanket settling on her shoulders was enough to make her jump and sit as upright as she could. Not because of the weight of the material itself, but because of how close he was to actually touching her as he draped it over her small frame. Had he just asked if she was going to kill him? Her nails made contact with skin as she lashed out, scratching at him as she backpedaled against the floor and clutched the blanket to herself.

The look on her face was a mixture of shock and concern as she gripped it tightly, catching sight of the lines she'd left on him as she shook her head. She didn't have the strength to even summon her claws fully enough to harm him, and he was worried she had enough to kill him? She didn't even understand half of the words he was saying!

"No sex." She understood enough of the language to voice that hesitantly, cocooning herself inside the blanket now that she'd established a safe amount of space between them. She hadn't made it fully across the room, but she'd made it far enough that he could no longer touch her simply by reaching out. "No sex."

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Jonathan was snapped back to reality as Fey lunged at him. Oh damn, this was really it huh? His eyes squeezed shut as he awaited intense pain, probably followed by an even more intense heat when he got where he was going. Except, that never came. Instead he felt the scratch of nails against his cheek as she weekly batted at him. His eyes opened once more, just in time to see her dash away from him as she wrapped the blanket around herself. Once again she didn't make it very far, but at least he was out of range of her nails now.

He felt his own hand come up instinctively to his face where she'd scratched him. No blood, so he supposed the little bit of pain had just been a warning or something. Or perhaps she was even more exhausted than she looked. That seemed more likely, judging by how surprised she looked when she stopped retreating, glaring at him in shock. It must have been his lucky day, Jonathan though. He was allowed to keep his face intact, at least for a little while longer.

He knew that he should have been upset, maybe even more afraid now that she had shown she was willing to hurt him, but instead he couldn't help but feel a little sad. It was a little pitiful really, seeing her curl up in her blanket and hide, looking quite small right now. Almost like a cat with its claws removed, it seemed she didn't know what to do. He found himself grateful that she had taken the blanket at least, since he didn't know what else she would take from him at this point.

Then, to his surprise, she spoke up. He blinked the first time, sure he had misheard, but then she repeated herself. No sex. It suddenly clicked in his head why she was so frightened. He knew he should feel bad that she was afraid he might do that to her, and part of him did feel awful, but he also couldn't help but grow flushed again, especially after what he'd said about her before. He looked away for a moment, before glancing back up. She was still trying to hide in plain sight, buried in her blanket. He needed to let her know it was alright, needed to say something even though it was clear she didn't understand English perfectly. "Don't worry, it's alright." He said, putting his hands up slowly as he stood again. "No sex" he parroted back at her as he shook his head "No sex."

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Fey watched him stand with a suspicious stare, watching the movement of his hands to ensure they stayed where she could see them. When he repeated her own words in what she assumed was meant to be a reassuring tone, she tilted her head slightly and pursed her lips. It was that easy? Well, he had seemed extremely embarrassed and put off by the idea of paying her for sex, but maybe it was just something about the money? Whatever the case was, she peered out at him from inside the blanket silently, and after a long moment she began to fumble around beneath it.

One boot came flying out from beneath it to smack against a wall, her eyes never leaving him as she followed up with the second one and then immediately pulled her legs back under the blanket. There was nothing she could currently do about the dress that she'd been forced into, but at least the discomfort of the boots were gone. They were so hard to move around in, they were nothing like what she had in her world. All clunky, and stiffy, and even the material smelled weird!

Now what was she supposed to do? A hand came up to rub at her eyes before she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, her attention now flickering between him and the television inquisitively. What the hell was that thing, and why was it making so many god awful noises?

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Jonathan couldn't help but wince when she threw her shoes against the wall, echoing loudly as she returned to staring at him with a guarded look. Well, at least she hadn't thrown them at him he supposed. Still though, what was he supposed to do with her now? He couldn't even take care of himself, much less a pet demon, and he had a sneaking suspicion that she would be a little more demanding than a dog. He also still wasn't very reassured that she wouldn't try to kill him in his sleep or something. She didn't seem to like people much in general by the looks of it. Which was understandable, she was human after all. Not liking people was probably a work requirement.

As he wondered, he noticed how she peered behind him to the television apparently intrigued by it. "You like TV?" He asked, gesturing to it. He almost asked her what her favorite show was but bite his tongue, knowing that that was a stupid question. Still though he was hoping to get her to talk a bit more. Maybe if she got to know him a little better she wouldn't stick him with a pitchfork for all eternity or whatever it was that happened to people who pissed off demons.

"Do you want to watch?" He asked, slowly walking towards his coffee table so as not to startle her. He grabbed his remote and began slowly flipping the channels. Some sports, a nature show, a couple of game shows, just trying to gauge her interest in any of them. "You like what you see?" He said, trying to keep his questions simple. It was almost like talking to a child in a way.

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"TV?" So that was what that thing was called. Fey had seen a few of them during her visit to his world, but she'd never paid much attention past realizing it was something she didn't understand. She kept her eyes on him as he moved toward the couch and retrieved the remote, watching in absolute fascination as his fingers poking at it seemed to change the images that were playing. Was it supposed to be some sort of magical device?

"What is?" She made no effort to move closer to it, but she'd sat up a bit straighter and appeared to be focusing somewhat on the television. "Why people in it?" That was perhaps the most puzzling part of it all, she could see different faces and voices from inside the box, and after a moment she shuffled across the floor just a few inches and then stopped again. "Is magic?"

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Jonathan frowned, mostly out of confusion when Fey started asking about the television. He knew it wasn't magic, obviously, but he didn't really understand how it worked either. Couldn't she have asked someone who knew more about technology about it? "Uh, the people are in it so we can watch them. They do stuff so we can have fun watching it?" He tried to explain. It sounded stupid trying to put it into words, but he supposed that was about the gist of it. It was kind of hard explaining something he'd always had, but at least she was talking to him and scooching a little closer.

"No," he said, shaking his head slightly. "It's not magic" he began, trying to figure out how he could explain this. "It's like a picture. Lots of pictures moving really fast." That was technically correct he thought, though he wasn't sure if that made it any clearer for her. "They take them wherever they are, and then other people can see them all around the world." He smiled at her, in a way he hoped appeared friendly.

"Would you like to try?" He asked before slowly shuffling closer to her, still somewhat afraid but trying to make peace. He extended his arm out far in front of him, holding out the remote while he kept his other hand high where she could see. "You want to watch something?" He offered as he came within a few feet of her blanket, hoping she'd reach out and take it.

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His explanation made very little sense to Fey, but she at least understood his clarification that it was not magic. Okay, not magic, just something very different about this world. Everything here was so... different. For starters, they had far less land than her own world, and far more tall structures that billowed clouds and made her wrinkle her nose. They had boxes that depicted people she could neither see in person or interact with, and those people were changed by a small device he held in his hand. Intriguing. If she hadn't been so frightened of the entire situation she might have braved moving closer to the box of images, so it was almost as if he'd read her mind when he offered her the device that controlled it.

"Try?" She noted how he kept both hands where she could see them, clearly displaying the one not holding anything in the air to show he had nothing that could harm her. Was this some sort of strange peace offering she was supposed to accept? Would it be considered rude if she didn't?

"Watch... people in pictures?" The language still felt strange on her tongue. It wasn't as if she'd used much with her previous captors. When her attempts at communicating in their language had proven futile despite them understanding what she said, she had quickly given up on putting any significant effort into using it.

She eyed the outstretched hand and remote with some skepticism before her hand left the blanket cocoon just long enough to snatch it up and retreat. "Not magic." Fey stared down at the multitude of buttons on the remote with a slightly concerned expression before she began to poke at them, jumping when she found the channel button and the show abruptly changed. "Uncle." She spoke abruptly while idly clicking at the different buttons, settling her gaze on him before she set the remote on the floor. "No go back to uncle."

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Jonathan smiled at her as she snatched the remote from him, taking a step back as she started messing with the remote. It was almost cute in a way, how she was startled by the changing channels. It would have been if there wasn't like a 50% chance she might kill him if he made her upset. Still though, this was good. Maybe she'd even pick up some more of the language from watching TV? He hoped she would at least, since he doubted his own ability to. He'd always been terrible at languages, and he was hardly a teacher so any little bit would help. He tried to smile again when she turned back to him, hoping that maybe she would start to warm up to him a little.

"My uncle?" he questioned as she brought him up. "Yeah, about that..." he said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I don't think I could send you back" even though a part of him really wanted to. "I don't even have his phone number and I'm not sure where he lives. I'm kind of surprised he was even able to find me." He supposed that was one of the benefits to being rich, you could find people. People you hate enough to leave them alone with a demon for a while. Still though, he had to admit she wasn't nearly as aggressive as he expected a demon to. Not as evil. If anything she seemed skittish around him, as if he were the frightening one. Which was ridiculous, she was the one with red skin and horns.

"Do you like TV?" He asked, trying to keep the small talk going. Suddenly another thought came to mind and he voiced it, before even stopping to consider how dumb it sounded. "Say, if you're from hell right, have you met the Devil?" His mind was racing, and he rattled off a few names to add to the list. "What about God? Does this mean God is real?"

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"No go back." That was good, even if it seemed to be a matter of the inability rather than the choice not to send her back. This human, this Jonathan, had clearly never seen one of her kind before and had no interest in having to keep and care for her, but he hadn't kicked her out the door or locked her in a room just yet. That was interesting.

"Hell?" He was asking so many questions that she hadn't even had a chance to answer the one about the television, and she tilted her head to look at him curiously. "Devil? God? No, do not know." She frowned and shook her head. What was it about humans that made them so fascinated with the concept of heaven and hell? They always seemed to think that her kind came from deep below their world, deep in the bowels of some underworld run by a horned man named the Devil. Honestly, where did they get these notions from?

"No hell. Just... home."

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Jonathanathan couldn't help but note how pleased Fey seemed to be that she didn't have to go back. He wasn't sure why, but if he had to guess it was probably because she wasn't treated the best. She seemed weak even now just curled up in the blanket. Which was probably a good thing for him right now. He was pretty sure he wouldn't like the things she'd do to him if she were at full strength. He wasn't sure he could blame his uncle for that though. This was a demon who drinks blood after all, she certainly seemed frightening. Whatever leeway he was willing to give the man though was swept away by the fact that he'd now abandoned him with said demon.

He blinked as she seemed surprised by the hell question, before telling him she didn't know either God or the Devil. Apparently she wasn't even from there, which was interesting. Part of him had to wonder about religion then. Did people in the past see others like her and come up with hell, or maybe other demons did come from there and just she hadn't? While those were valued thoughts, he was aware that the matter at hand needed his more immediate attention. Besides, it looked like she wouldn't be able to answer his most pressing theological questions anyway.

"I see." He said softly as he met her gaze. "So, where is home?" He asked, hoping to learn a bit more about the peculiar girl. Or demon he should say, she wasn't really a girl, she just looked like one.

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"Home..." Fey hesitated and looked down at her hands, picking at the blanket with one and tapping at the remote with the other. "Home is far. Through big..." What the hell was the word? "Window?" She set the remote down and tried to form a circle with her arms in an attempt to display her thoughts. No, a window wasn't circular like that, was it?

"Home is far, with magic. Through big circle with much strength." Strength she simply didn't have at the moment, and even if he'd removed the charm from her tail, there wasn't a tiny shred of a chance that she could open up a portal that moment and toss herself back home. She couldn't open one, much less hold a proper shape large enough for her body to get through, and even if by some miracle she could manage it, she'd likely end up in another reality or torn in half when the portal snapped shut too soon.

"Is too far."

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Through a window huh? And with magic no less. Jonathan wasn't a huge fantasy buff, but that definitely sounded like a portal to him. That was something to consider though he supposed it made sense. It wasn't like she'd realistically be from somewhere on Earth. People probably would have discovered them by now if that were the case. Though he supposed it could also be somewhere far off in space as well. Alright, not Earth, not hell, somewhere else very far away. And from what she was saying, it sounded like she couldn't go back there now. So it looks like they'd be stuck with each other for a while longer.

"I think I get it" he said in what may have been his biggest lie to her to date. He didn't really have much he could say to her could he? He had no idea how to help her with getting back and if he told the government about her they'd probably try to run a bunch of experiments on her. He looked away from her for a moment as he gulped. Even though she hadn't been the nicest guest, and had tried to claw his eyes out, he didn't want to see her getting dissected or something. His high maintenance pet it was. At least for now, maybe he could find someone else to take him off his hands...

Realizing he was starting to sound a lot like his uncle, he turned to look at her again, still smiling, hoping she understood the gesture. "Alright. So what is home like?"

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He did? Fey gave him a thoroughly confused look, had he really understood what she'd said even in her broken English, or was he just trying to make her feel better? He was smiling, at the very least, so that had to be a good sign... right?

"Home is home." She hadn't expected him to actually ask her about it, and she abandoned the remote by pushing it across the floor before picking at the blanket again. "Much land. Many animals, very big, very loud. Much water. Nothing like this," She gestured vaguely at the television and yawned before rubbing at her eyes.

"Can open circle many places, go places fast." How the hell was she supposed to explain interworld teleporting to a human who hadn't even known that demons existed? Was he going to give up on dealing with her just as quickly as his uncle had, or would he find ways to use her to amuse himself? No sex was a good start, but there were so many other things that could be done, and she had no idea how to begin navigating this world.

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Jonathan just sort of nodded along as Fey explained the world she had come from. It sounded interesting, but from her limited vocabulary he couldn't glean much about it other than it sounded kind of like earth, except magically. She didn't seem to think so, but his eyes lit up at the prospect of finally being able to show her something that she might enjoy. "Oh but there are a lot of animals, and plants, and water Fey. I can show you." He offered as he shifted forward again, taking the remote from in front of her and flipping through the channels once more.

He stopped when he finally found a nature show, currently depicting a Blue whale diving deep below the surface. "Look, see. Animals and water." He smiled back at her. He sort of felt like a kid, showing a stranger things that were already familiar to him. There was a palpable excitement in teaching her some things, and it sort of gave him a new look at it as well. He knew about whales, but he'd never seen them in person and yet they didn't seem as strange to him as he was sure they were for her. Not that that was her fault, he was sure the animals where she came from would give hi quite a start as well.

At the same time though, he noticed her yawn from the corner of his eye. "Oh" he said awkwardly, realizing that she might have other plans for the rest of the evening. "Are you tired?" He asked. "We don't have to watch TV if you don't want. If you want you can just head to sleep... I only have one bed though." It didn't take a genius to see she wouldn't be thrilled with that arrangement. "I can sleep on the couch if you want?" He offered, knowing that it was the more comfortable option anyway.

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"Can?" Fey managed to focus her attention on the television when he began to go through more channels, and her eyes went wide at the sight of the huge animal swimming in the water. They had giant water animals, too? Fey found herself scooting across the floor to get closer to the television, glancing periodically at him to ensure there was a safe distance between them even as he questioned her. Was she tired? She was exhausted, but that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

"Bed? Couch?" It took several seconds for her to catch up to what he was saying, and when she realized what he was saying her hands shot up to wave frantically in the air. "No, no same bed." What was the couch, that was the furniture she'd been put on when they'd first arrived right? A quick glance between the two of them showed a fair amount of a height difference, and she pursed her lips before her eyes went down to the floor.

"I can sleep couch." She didn't need to take the bed from the one person that wasn't trying to hurt her, that just seemed impolite, and she didn't want to get on his bad side and risk things changing abruptly. "Am small. Can sleep couch." She paused, fiddling with the blanket again and wrapping herself back up tightly. "Tired, yes."

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Jonathan had noticed how Fey had slowly moved closer to stare at the television now. Apparently she liked whales. Who would have guessed that about demons? He'd always imagined that they and water didn't mix. He was glad she liked it, and he was also glad that she seemed to be growing more comfortable with him. At least enough so that she was getting closer to him. Though his suspicion was confirmed about how tired she was a moment later when she began addressing him. He was a bit surprised at how violently she had reacted when he had mentioned only one bed. It seemed like she was really afraid of that thought.

"Hey come on, I'm not that ugly right?" He tried to joke with her. Maybe humor would help take her mind of things a little, if she understood it at least. He sighed underneath his breath a moment later when she choose the couch. Damn it, he should have tried reverse psychology on her, since she'd probably refuse his first option regardless of what it was. Though, he knew that on the other hand she was probably just trying to be polite. He nodded to her, accepting her choice. He paused though, was she really small? He hadn't noticed when they've been talking, she seemed to be too scary to be small, but looking closer now she was right.

She was probably only a little bit above five foot, and he probably a foot taller. No wonder she was worried, especially weakened as she was. It also did make her like a bit cuter now that he'd noticed... "OK" he said softly "We can call it a night. Maybe we can continue in the morning?" He asked as he clicked the TV off, moving a bit from the couch so she could sit down without him being to close. "I'll be in the other room if you need anything?" He mentioned, scratching the back of his neck again, a little nervous tick he had. "I'll be going then... unless you want me to tuck you in?" He asked, trying to make her smile or something.

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"Ugly?" Fey hadn't taken much time to look at his appearance at all, past the fact that he was clearly quite a bit bigger than her, and that was frightening. Why did it matter if he was ugly or not ugly? Surely there was something simple she was missing in her current state of weakness, and she found herself a bit embarrassed by that fact. On top of the entire situation being unfavorable to begin with, her grasp on the language and the current world made things ten times harder for the both of them.

"Continue?" Did he mean the television? The fact that he'd turned it off led her to that conclusion, and she definitely hadn't disliked the sight of a large animal in the water, so being given the chance to witness it again seemed like a good thought to her. She still didn't understand how everything fit inside the box, but it was captivating all the same until the moment he'd shut it off.

"What tuck in mean?" She'd made her way to the couch once he distanced himself, cocooning in the blanket as she tried to get comfortable on it. "Put in couch?" She was already on it, wasn't she? Did the thing open up?

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Jonathan nodded at her with a smile as she made her way to the couch. "Yes, continue. We'll watch more TV in the morning." He said slowly, hoping she understood. It seemed like she was a bit confused by the things he was saying so he tried to be slow and clear. He also had to thank her for not saying that he was ugly, even though she hadn't seemed to have understood his joke. He'd have to work on that tomorrow, he was sure that he could make her laugh at some point, Or at least smile. Demons had to have a sense of humor too right?

"Tuck in? What does it mean?" He echoed her, trying to figure out how to explain it to her. It was sort of a weird idea he had to admit, something that his mom had done for him when he was a kid. And when she had been alive no less. She was also wrapped pretty tightly in the blanket anyway so it wasn't like there was much he could do. "No, not putting you on the couch" he started before giving up. "Let me show you." He finally said before approaching her slowly.

He kept his hands up for her to see like last time, until he was only about a foot in front of her and he bent down. He then very gently and deliberately reached out to her, starting to shift the blanket so it hugged her more snuggly. "Like this. Tuck in." He said softly, hoping she didn't mind his touch on her, even through the fabric.

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"Show?" Fey watched him apprehensively but made no immediate move to flee. Between how tired she was, and the fact that he was taking great care to show his movements to her slowly, she felt no need to flee and potentially injure herself. His movements were incredibly slow and gentle in contrast to the other humans that had taken possession of her, and she watched him do nothing more than tuck the blanket slightly tighter around her. That was it?

"Tuck in." It was not unlike what demons would do to their young when the colder months of the year arrived, or when there was danger of a warring faction being close and the child was unable to sleep easily. It felt strange to have a grown man do it to her, but she did have to admit it made her feel just a bit more secure after everything that had happened that night.

"Tuck in is good." She hoped this wasn't something that was supposed to be returned, the logistics of it all argued it wasn't feasible, but she was so naïve when it came to human culture. "Only sleep." She seemed satisfied that that had been firmly established, managing to give him a very small, but tired smile as she burrowed the rest of the way into the blanket until only her horns were still in sight. "Continue, tomorrow."

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Jonathan smiled back at her as he saw her happy for what seemed like the first time tonight. "Yeah, tuck in is good." He agreed as she slowly wrapped the rest of herself in the blanket till only her horns were shown. He couldn't help but chuckle softly at it. It was cute, like she thought she was hiding but was so clearly not. "Yeah, we'll continue tomorrow." He agreed, getting up and leaving her alone on the couch. He walked over to the light switch, flicking it as the living room was now shrouded in darkness. "Goodnight Fey." He whispered as he left her alone.

He shut the door behind him and made his way into his small full sized bed. It was big enough for him, but old and he could feel the springs coil into his back as he laid down. What a strange night, and it still ended right where it usually did. He guessed he had a pet demon now, which sounded weirder now in his head than it did a minute ago in the living room with her. Maybe he would fall asleep and in the morning she'd be gone. That would make more sense than this he figured as he shut his eyes. For whatever reason, as he drifted off to sleep, half conscious, his mind seemed to wonder and he couldn't help but think about what it would be like if Fey and him had slept in the same bed.


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The soft moan made Adriana produce a grunt-giggle while they were still kissing. Oh, her daughter was enjoying this! That made Adriana want her even more. She was not sure whether she would be able to hold it for too long before the need to come back to the bungalow and finally release their pent up energy.

Her tongue slid underneath Hayleigh's gently massaging it, sending the message that it could do it to other places...

In her mind hours had passed but it has been only several seconds, they would have to break it off soon before they drew too much attention. Good thing that most people around them were busy with their partners or were too wasted to care, but still...

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Hayleigh shifted her head, opening her mouth slightly more as their tongues danced between their suckling lips. The full, softness of her mother's mouth against hers continued to send jolts of electricity through her body. It wouldn't take much for the hand on her ass to slip inside the short fabric of her dress at the back and feel how hot she was. Her panties were drenched by now.

Her nipples strained against the silky fabric as their bodies pressed together, the kiss drawing them into their own world. The noise and heat of the club, the motion around them fell away and all that was left was Hayleigh and her mother... her lover... they'd crossed a line no mother and daughter should ever cross and now all Hayleigh wanted was for this woman to ravage her body.

"Adriana..." Hayleigh whispered breaking the kiss "I hope we realize what we're doing... because I need you so bad." She couldn't help but put her needs into words for her Mother to hear.

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"And I want you very bad." Adriana managed to maintain an eye contact even though she wanted to run away from the emotional turmoil that was going through her mind. "We are doing it." she said steadily still holding her in place. "I cannot deny my feelings any longer."

After that has been said she leaned for another kiss which lasted shorter than the first one, but still was passionate enough. Then she had to let go of her, they were going to dance a bit more, drink some more liquid courage, after all they were going to do something very much forbidden. Once Adriana felt they had enough drinks and their fires were strong enough from the evocative dancing she pulled her out of the club. It was time for Hayleigh to get her wish to be with a woman and Adriana to be with her...

She tried to act restrained in the cab, this was not like the crowded nightclub, here they were in the spotlight and she wanted to keep whatever they were going to do private. The journey was not long and they headed straight for the bungalow. Once outside she paused and looked Hayleigh in the eyes again "You ready?" she grinned.

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Her skin bristled with the closeness of her mother... her lover in the cab a they fought hard to restrain themselves. The close intimate dancing at the club and the alcohol only fueled the fire in her belly until her mother finally decided she couldn't resist anymore. Hayleigh found she had to squeeze her thighs together just to abate the heated ache.

While she wondered if the alcohol made their decision to cross this line easier, Hayleigh knew the way things were going, they eventually would have crossed the line one way or another.

Standing outside the door to the bungalow, her mother's eyes pierced her soul as the question sunk in. Hayleigh chewed tentatively on her lower lip, the flush of her skin from arousal and alcohol removed any doubt about how she felt right now. Leaning forward to softly kiss her mother on the lips, she sighed deeply with the contact between them before whispering against her mother's lips "Make love to me Mom. I want to know what if feels like to be with a woman."

That was the last chance she had to stop this before they went where no mother and daughter should ever go. Her words removed any doubts or regrets they might have later.

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"I will, honey, I will." Adriana smiled warmly and opened the door. The decision has been made, they both wanted it, so they were going to do it. Hopefully there won't be any regrets afterwards.

She stepped inside and reached for Hayleigh's hand and pulled her in the bungalow, closing the door behind her with her foot.

Adriana hesitated for a moment then pulled her for another kiss. This time, more unrestrained as her hands ran up and down her back, squeezing her nice little butt which made the fabric of her clothing pull up a bit.

"We can do anything you want." Adriana whispered between kisses.

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Hayleigh moaned into the kiss, pressing herself as close to her mother's body as possible. The heat of their need radiated over her skin like a warm bath. The pull of those hands on her ass pulled apart her already moist lips, causing a thin stream of her arousal to run down the inside of her thighs. There was no hiding her need, her body made sure of that. The only thing now was for her mother to show her the way.

It dawned on Hayleigh that she'd never felt this hot or aroused with any of her previous boyfriends. It wasn't the desire for her mother that made this so strong, there was more to this. Maybe she always had been a lesbian and just hadn't found the right way to express that sensation.

"Make love to me..." Hayleigh's words were more of a moan than a reply as her lips pulled and sucked and slid over her mother's, her hands went to those firm luscious hips, holding her mother's body close. "Like you made love to Cynthia." Being the only true romantic lesbian interlude her mother had thought to share with her, Hayleigh could only guess that the passion and desire between her mother and Cynthia would translate the same way to how Hayleigh wanted to feel in her mother's arms.

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"I will baby, I will..." Adriana murmured between the kisses. She could not make a more complex sentence right now, all those years of pent up sexual frustration were about to burst. All it took the perfect partner. One that had always been with her and now that she was ready for that... she was going to enjoy it...

Never breaking the kiss she pushed her towards the nearby wall, bumping them on a cupboard which made her giggle a bit. Once clear of any impediments on the way she pinned Hayleigh on the wall.

Using one hand for support they could have a proper make out session. Then the floor, the couches, the bed, the shower... there were limitless possibilities but they were going to take advantage of the honeymoon suite all the week.

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Giggling softly as her mother pushed her against the wall, the almost wild, sightless drive and the bump against the wall let her share a giggle with her mother until she felt the cool wall against her bare back. Pressed between the wall and her mother's body, her hands slipped up over that strong feminine back and over the firm lines of her ass. The press added fuel to the fire realizing she was now trapped under her mother's control.

Kissing back passionately, suckling gently on her mother's tongue when it came, our pulling hungrily on her lip as they shifted their kisses. The need fed their movements, making it harder for Hayleigh to do anything rational like back away. Very soon she'd be naked in bed with her own Mother likely crying out in ecstasy and nothing in this world would stop her from accepting her mother as a lesbian lover.

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Pinning her on the wall served another purpose also, which was to prevent Hayleigh from getting cold feet. In essence Adriana was exerting control over her. After all she was the older and more experienced one. Grinning at her daughter grabbing her rather curvaceous ass, atta girl! She thought for a second.

She used her free hand to reach between Hayleigh 's legs, grabbing her right tricep pulling her leg up so that it could rest on her hip, hopefully Hayleigh will use the opportunity to hook it there. Adriana wanted a better access to sample the goods down there with her fingers.

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Hayleigh's body trembled. Her mother was totally in control now and the sensation both scared her and aroused her. She'd never felt her mother could be aggressive. Determined, sure, but aggressiveness never seemed a part of her mother's demeanor. The energy she gave off now told Hayleigh this was a different side of her mother than she'd ever seen before.

Feeling her hand slide along the inside of her thigh caused Hayleigh to groan, breaking the kiss, her head falling back against the wall as her mother lifted her leg to her hip. Her fingers caressing the bare, tender, sensitive skin inside her thigh removed any last resistance Hayleigh might have felt as she surrendered to her mother's capable hands. Kicking off her heel, she took the hint and balanced on one leg, wrapping her knee and calf around her mother's hip.

A hand rose to the barely covered chest only inches from her, feeling the warm, firm skin against her palm emboldened Hayleigh slightly as her palm slide down against her mother's half exposed breast.

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Adriana gave a nod of approval to Hayleigh wrapping her leg around her hip. She did not talk and her eyes were giving off an almost feral gleam, something not many people had the pleasure of seeing as it meant that she was very much into what she was about to do.

Now that Hayleigh's leg was safely hooked on her she reached again with the free hand and placed it on the now revealed inner thigh going over the smooth skin, caressing it and moving up and up, but never exactly reaching the sweet spot. She could sense a certain dampness on the skin which made her grunt.

Meanwhile she tilted her head forwards going for the shoulder while positioning her own chest so that Hayleigh would have better access. Adriana started planting small kisses on the shoulder, moving towards the neck, then up to the ear, stopping just a millimeter from it knowing that her own warm breath would cause a pleasant tingling sensation.

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Hayleigh gasped, or more accurately cried out as her mother's fingers slipped along the inside of her hip just as her lips pressed like gentle butterflies on her shoulder and neck. Her body trembled as she fought to keep her balance, pushing back, pinned against the wall and her mother.

Her hands slipped into the top, one on either side, cupping the firm globes that once fed her as a baby. Now her hands kneaded the flesh for other reasons that her child mind would have never imagined. The flesh felt warm in her hands, but something else caught Hayleigh's attention. It felt right. She badly wanted to wrap her mouth around her mother's nipples and suckle those firm tips, but in this moment her body craved the intimate touch she'd never experienced before, the touch of a woman on her sex.

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Adriana gave a small moan at her kneading of her breasts. She wiggled her shoulders allowing for one of the straps to fall revealing her tit. She then wrapped her lips around Hayleigh's earlobe, suckling at the soft bag at the bottom of it.

Meanwhile her hand stopped at the top side of her thigh, her fingers moving touching the soaked panties, moving the tips up and down, tracing the slit over it, teasing the sensitive lips, reaching the clit. "You like that baby?" she whispered in her ear.

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A shiver that felt more like a jolt of electricity than anything shot down her spine as her mother's mouth suckled on her ear, her hot breath washing over sensitive skin. Hayleigh let out a soft moan her body almost melting into her mother's touch.

Seeing the strap fall, revealing her full breast, Hayleigh's hand cupped it, tenderly mashing it with her fingers. The full firm mound in her hand felt perfect, as if touching a woman's breast was natural. Hayleigh found herself licking her lips, partly from her heated breaths and partly because she yearned to close her mouth around the nipple.

Her hips gyrated gently against the touch, trying to press more against her mother's fingers, to increase the pressure and the touch. As her fingers brushed across Hayleigh's clit her hips jerked, her legs almost going soft under her as a deep groan escaped her throat "Gawd Mom..."

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Adriana let a soft moan into Hayleigh's ear, she used to love it when Cynthia did it to her. It was so arousing and intimate having her partner produce such sweet sounds for her...

Grinning between the moans at Hayleigh trying to press more against her fingers "Getting impatient..." she whispered and kissed her on the temple. She was going to reward her this once, pushing a bit feeling the fabric slide between the folds of her lips, then moving them up and down, then pulling them again.

"That is only the appetizer." she whispered again and gave her a sly look. "Will you be a good girl?" she pushed lighter this time to emphasize that this will be the reward, "Or a bad one?" she giggled and pulled them back.

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Feeling her mother's fingers brush against her lips caused Hayleigh to groan out audibly, her body trembled with a need she'd never experienced before. Whether because of the forbidden nature of their escapade, or the fact it was with a woman, she couldn't tell. All she knew was that she'd never felt this overwhelming need with any boy she'd been with.

The jerk of her hips and the heat growing there drove Hayleigh's hunger. Her mouth lunged for her mother's breast, taking the nipple between her lips, hand still around the pert mound, squeezing as she suckled. She had no memory of being a baby and nursing on her mother, but nothing could have prepared her for the sensation of calm that washed over her as soon as her mouth closed over the engorged tip.

Her mother's question was lost to the heat of her need as she suckled and licked the nipple, her other hand slipping around her mother's back to hold her close.

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Adriana's breathing was getting harder having Hayleigh suckle on her nipple. It had been a while since anyone had done it to her, her ex husband used to do it, but the last couple of years he had been half-assing their sex life, maybe that was when he had found himself a mistress. Well good for him, these fleeting thoughts about him disappeared in the mist just as they had appeared.

Her fingers found the hem of Hayleigh's panties and managed to sneak underneath feeling the warm and well moist slit. She was going to tease it to prepare for what was to come in bed.

The front part of her index finger found its way inside her sex and stopped there, then after a couple of seconds the movements started. Adriana was going to bring her to the brink of orgasm, but not go the full way.

She kissed the top of Hayleigh's head in a warm... motherly way, which contrasted with what they were doing, but she felt it appropriate.

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Hayleigh's moans and whimpers grew deeper as she felt her mother's fingers slip along the warm wetness of her lips. No woman besides her doctor had ever touched Hayleigh there and it set her body on fire. She suckled hungrily on the nipple, fingers kneading the flesh against her mouth. Her body teetered on the edge of losing control. She felt as if she'd melt into a puddle at her mother's feet.

Feeling those fingers move along the inner edge of her lips caused Hayleigh's hips to gyrate to meet the touch. Her arousal dripped down her thigh and coated her mother's fingers to a degree Hayleigh had never known before. "Oh Mom... I'm losing my mind." She whispered hotly breaking contact with the silky breast.

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Adriana was being turned even more on by the desperation with which Hayleigh was kneading her breast and suckling on the nipple. The whole sensation was so intoxicating that she almost stopped fingering her.

"Let go baby..." she murmured as she picked up the speed, it would be good for Hayleigh to get a release now so that they could do it properly. Besides, she had to teach her how to return the favor as well, though she had to admit that Hayleigh seemed to be grasping the basics.

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Hayleigh groaned into her mother's breast at the words whispered in her ear. Her breaths coming more frantic now through her nose as her mouth pulled more eagerly at the swollen nipple in her mouth. There was something oddly erotic about hanging on the verge of an orgasm while suckling on her mother's breast like she was still a toddler.

Her hips gyrated against her mother's fingers, arousal dripped down her lips, running along the inside of the one leg still struggling to balance her stance. A fog overcame her mind as any and all regrets or concerns about having sex with her mother vanished. There was nothing more in this world that Hayleigh wanted than for her own mother to make love to her like a woman.

Fingers on her mother's back clenched in, digging nails into her skin as she suddenly broke contact with the fleshy mound and cried out. "Oh My God!!" Her body lost control, shaking and trembling. Her knee went limp, held up only by her mother's hands and the press of the wall as her body erupted for the first time. Nothing like this ever made her come so hard as she convulsed in her mother's arms.

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"That's alright baby..." Adriana murmured as she kept kissing the top of Hayleigh's head "Let it all go." she smiled warmly. That was an intense orgasm that her daughter had and she felt kinda jealous. Hopefully she would be able to teach her to the same for her.

Adriana pulled her fingers from underneath and allowing for Hayleigh to put down her leg and pulled back grinning. "That was quite something?" she tilted her head "Ready for round two?" Adriana gave her a sly look and reached for the other strap of her dress and casually pushed it away, allowing her other breast to be revealed.

Kicking away her shoes she turned away and started walking towards the bedroom, pausing only at the middle to wiggle her butt in order for her dress to fall. Crooking her index finger at Hayleigh beckoning her to join.

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It took a long minute or two for Hayleigh's body to finally come down from the powerful orgasm. Every inch of her body tingled and thrummed with the fullness of how deep the orgasm went. She couldn't in her life remember having come that hard.

Leaning back against the wall as her mother released her leg, Hayleigh struggled to stand. Her legs were jello and shaking and her body simply wouldn't stop shaking. Her mother's words only served to heighten her already aroused state as she stepped away, letting the other strap of her dress fall, exposing her other breast.

Hayleigh watched in utter euphoria as her mother walked towards the bedroom. The sway of her hips and the sultry movement of her body mesmerized Hayleigh. As if in a trance she simply stood and watched as the rest of the dress fell to the floor. A trail of clothing leading to the bedroom for Hayleigh to follow. Something inside of her told Hayleigh to leave her dress on as she walked into the bedroom after her mother, the sexual tension and euphoria overwhelming her own sense of control. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she kicked off her own

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Standing there in the middle of the room almost completely naked, with only her lace panties on Adriana turned around to face Hayleigh and gave her a grin. "Oh, baby, you are too overderessed for this." she pouted as she walked towards her daughter.

Running her fingers over her dress, tugging at hems, leaving her wondering where she will start. "You want to make mommy happy, right?" she gave her an innocent look. Meanwhile her right hand found its way to the dress' back strap behind Hayleigh's neck. She fiddled with it a bit as if the removal will depend on her answer.

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Hayleigh was shaking as she walked up to her mother. Her almost naked form highlighted by the dim light in the bedroom. Her curves and alluring feminine shape made Hayleigh shudder. The shaking came partly from her still fading orgasm and partly from her anticipation. They both knew they shouldn't be doing this, but the line had already been crossed. Now it was only a matter of compounding the depth of their decision.

Sighing softly as her mother's fingers caressed her hot tingly skin, Hayleigh fought to remain standing. Her body slowly turning into jello at the simple touch of her mother's hands. Never before had anyone made her feel so full of life and aroused. The question caused Hayleigh to chew on her lower lip, giving her mother an soft almost innocent gaze under the hoods of her eyes as she looked up into those powerful eyes. "Yes Mommy..." Surprising herself with the answer, Hayleigh hadn't called her 'Mommy' since she was like 8 years old. But somehow it felt right.

"Teach me how to make love to you Mommy." She replied in a heated whisper, feeling so innocent and inexperienced suddenly in the hands of her mother's guiding hands.

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Hearing Hayleigh calling her mommy sent a shiver down her spine. It felt and sounded extra lewd in this situation. She liked it "You are a good girl." Adriana purred and with a final flick she undid the strap of her dress. "I will teach you how to make mommy very happy." She kept on purring, stepping back a bit allowing for the front of Hayleigh's dress to fall.

The youthful body was so beautiful that made Adriana jealous for a second, but then remembered that it was going to be all hers, so that was a consolation prize of sorts.

"Now, help mommy remove the rest of the dress." She commanded then added "You have such beautiful breasts baby." Adriana gave a sly look "Mommy can't wait to taste them."

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Feeling her dress fall from her chest, slipping from her hips without a second thought or hesitation, Hayleigh's hands suddenly went to her chest. Unconsciously covering herself up out of some unrecognized embarrassment. It wasn't the first time her mother had seen her naked, but it was the first time her mother saw her daughter naked with the intention of being her lover. Hayleigh's mind raced over that idea. She pushed away the awkwardness of the moment and accepted the reality.

Hayleigh blushed hearing her mother comment about her breasts and how she couldn't wait to taste them. In fairness Hayleigh had nursed on her mother's breasts only a few minutes earlier, but somehow the idea seemed strange and both exciting and embarrassing hearing her mother say it.

"Yes Mommy..." Hayleigh stepped forward, fingers on either side of her mother's panties as she slowly knelt, lowering them over those hard muscular thighs. Seeing the fabric slide away from her mother's full swollen lips, with a small string of arousal hanging to the fabric caused Hayleigh to lick her lips. The aroma of her mother's arousal made her mind swim. Unable to resist the urge, Hayleigh dropped to her knees, panties falling to her mother's heels as her hands gripped those firm rounded hips. Her nose brushed the inside of her mother's thigh as the heat and arousal filled her head.

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This was not exactly what she had in mind, but that would work. Adriana was not used to commanding when it came to sex. Oh, she maintained some discipline at home, although she was more liberal than some parents as she believed in talking and openness.

Well those principles brought them to this situation... She shivered at what Hayleigh was doing and was anticipating the sensations of what her daughter's choice of pleasuring her will be. She could either use her tongue or fingers, or a mix of the two.

"Good girl..." she gave a soft moan and reached to run her fingers through Hayleigh's hair. "Get Mommy's juices flowing..." Adriana giggled at the joke. That was only the beginning of their fun times together. "Make Mommy scream..."


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John was stealing glances at Leila's legs and ass as much as at her chest as he helped her out of the car and into his apartment. When he offered a drink she wanted something stronger than a white wine.

"Hmm, in the mood for something stiff huh?" He said with a smile. "Well I've never disappointed a lady in that regard before." He chuckled a little at his childish joke and found a bottle of Scotch. He poured them each a shot and topped it up with some coke. He took it over to Leila by the window. She asked him about why he was still living here in town.

"Well high school was good for me. I guess it sucked for you, for Mike, but I like it here. I have good memories. A lot of my friends moved away but I came back. Maybe you should give it another chance. Mike hated it here but maybe Leila would have a better time. She might find a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, and have a better time." He sipped his drink. It was perhaps a little stronger than he'd expected. "That will put some hairs back on your chest. And there's a lot of chest to cover now." John laughed a little too hard at his own joke. Maybe the beers earlier were going to his head.

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Leila couldn't help but chuckle at John's joke, but she turned away as she did hoping he wouldn't see. She didn't want him to think he was charming her!

"What good memories?" She asked, taking the drink. "Like shoving me into the mud and telling everyone I looked at your dick in the locker room?" She glared at him, thinking perhaps he'd forgotten about those parts of his memories! "And telling every girl I liked I had a tiny cock and---" She closed her mouth and fumed. She wasn't going to blow up at him, she promised herself, she was going to keep her cool. "Yeah, uh, totally great memories there John." She flipped her hair and turned to look back out the window again, glaring.

"Girlfriend." She said quickly, she didn't want him to get the idea she was into guys. She wanted him to think that door was closed! Plus, in an odd way, she didn't want him to think he'd been right for teasing her for liking guys all those years. "Maybe I'll see what Stacey's up to. I bet she'd love the new me. What do you think?" Yeah, that would be great revenge, swooping in and stealing the girl he screwed up with!

She took a sip of the drink and pulled a face. "Bah. Geez, you must really want hair on my chest!" She looked at him and then back at the drink. "Scotch and coke? John did you actually expect to have a girl over here?" She handed the glass back to him. "Don't you at least have vodka and fruit juice or something?" She was starting to see what while John had grown up physically, when it came to maturity he was very much still that high school dude. And if she didn't even get a drink out of this, ugh! "If that's the only booze you have me and my chest are definitely not moving back!"

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John caught Leila's smile at his joke. It was silly, juvenile even but the fact that she caught it and smirked was positive. Bringing up the past seems to have made her more morose though as it just brings up bad memories for her.

"Yeah that was pretty shitty telling the girls you had a little cock. I mean, I saw you in the shower Mike and actually, I think the girls would have been all over it." He smiled at her not noticing that he used the wrong name. "I remember pushing you in the mud too that time. But come on, we're adults now you can admit it. You were checking me out weren't you? It's OK, who could blame you?" He then grinned a little trying to lighten the mood a bit. "Stacy oh, well sure you can look her up. I heard that she got married and has a kid and everything now. So you might be out of luck there, buddy."

John laughed as Leila tasted the drink and pulled a face. "Oh I thought you'd like something stiff and a little rough. We can do something smoother though if that's what you're into." He took the drink and tipped it away, getting a clean glass and pouring out a cheap vodka and topping it up with orange juice. "Try this. I don't want that chest of yours going anywhere."

He watched as she sipped the new drink. "Better? So tell me Leila, if school was so terrible, why did you want to come back to the reunion?"

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Leila did a double take as John told her girls would have been all over her. She blinked a few times, completely unsure how to process whether he was making fun of her again or actually complimenting her! This dynamic between them was so weird! She made a disappointed noise on hearing Stacey had not only already moved on but married and had kids moved on. Oh well. She hadn't really been that enthusiastic about it anyway. She also didn't correct him calling her Mike, which might accidentally imply she was okay with it.

She let him take her glass and stood where she was looking out the apartment window, listening to him make her drink. She turned to accept it with a smile that turned into a bit of a stifled giggle as he told her that her chest wasn't going anywhere. She couldn't help it. She liked the flattery and attention. After all that had been exactly the idea of going this big with the implants after all. It was going to make it all the sweeter when she walked out on him... which was still the plan, right?

She sipped the drink, making a more satisfied noise, leaving just a bit of a red lipstick stain on the glass, she finally relented to sit down. She turned to the couch and sat on it, crossing her pale legs in the short dress she patted the seat next to her. "Sit down John." She just wanted to tell him what to do to feel in charge.

She didn't want to answer his question. She didn't want to say the real answer 'to show off and make you all sorry' out loud because she was aware how petty it was, and she didn't really have a convincing lie ready. So instead she ignored it and took a drink instead. She liked cheap vodka and orange juice.

"So," she said, dodging his question. "Do you still hang out with all the other guys from the football team? Are they all coming over any minute too?" She meant it just as a random topic, but it could be taken all sorts of inappropriate ways.

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John had started to notice that although Leila was trying to be tough and cross about how she'd been treated in the past, she seemed to enjoy the compliments and the attention he was showing her. He still couldn't believe this was the same person who he'd bullied in school, but he, she he corrected himself, was stunning now and those huge tits were certainly distracting.

John took a seat with Leila, she seemed to be dodging any real questions about her transition or why she was here and she again changed the subject quickly. She asked him about the football guys and he leaned back on his seat his arms spread wide letting his muscular chest press against his top.

"Those guys. Well, they're scattered to the winds these days Mike." He said. "I haven't seen them all together since school. I've hung out with some of them from time to time but no, we aren't really friends any more, not like it was." He sipped his drink. "Why man, were you worried they were going to all come round and make fun or bully you again?" He paused and grinned at her, his eyes flicking back down to her chest and then up to her. "Or were you hoping a few study guys might appear hoping to party? A little spit roast Leila gangbang?" He laughed and drank more of his whiskey,

He watched Leila reaction and then changed tack again. "So you're at a hotel in town, are you staying around long?"

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As John sat Leila shifted a little towards him. This was maybe just because the weight of his bulky frame drew the couch in a little. Maybe that was why. She was rather impressed with how good he smelled. He didn't smell like any sort of special cologne or anything, just a freshly showered man, which, well, Leila liked the smell of. His apartment also, despite the minor clutter, was surprisingly clean. These things made it much easier for her to be in the mood around him, not to mention that they were now practically sharing the same space and the urge to just sort of lean into him and let his muscles support her was quite tempting. She tried to push off those thoughts, reminding herself that the plan here was to tease and leave and make him regret being mean to her.

Of course she could have done that at the gym. Or five minutes ago. Or right now. So... why was she still here? She didn't want to think about that.

"I mean..." she began when he asked if she was worried about being bullied, but then when he plowed right ahead to the topic of spit-roasting her she nearly spit out the drink she was taking. "John!" She gasped, slapping his arm with the back of her hand as she glared at him. "Nobody is going to be spit-roasting me! I like girls, remember?" The lady was definitely protesting this point too much. "Ugh," she glared at him, "And I knew you guys did that! Tricked all those dumb bimbos you hung out with into coming over just to...! Gross!" She didn't seem to realize that she fit the description of a bimbo who'd been tricked into coming over to John's place at the moment. And despite her protests, the thought of being stuck between two hulking men... okay, get that thought of your head, she told herself.

She thought about his next question for a moment. Truth be told she hadn't booked the place past tomorrow, but it wasn't like the small town hotel was overflowing with reservations and she could stay as long as she liked. "I dunno." She shrugged. "Why, you trying to keep me here?"

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John leaned back on the couch, spreading his arms over the back and parting his legs a little. Leila seemed to be leaning towards him a little, he turned and smiled at her. He laughed at her shocked reaction to his gangbang spit-roast comment.

"OK, you like girls." He chuckled. "We should have got a couple of the old cheerleaders over for us to both enjoy then." Leila started to comment on the stories she'd heard of John and his friends partying with them back in their school days, calling them bimbos who'd been tricked into coming to party with them. John smiled thinking how easy it had been getting Leila here and that it would probably have been just as easy to get Mike to their parties back in the day.

She told him that she didn't know how long she'd be in town for. "Oh, I just thought if you're sticking around it might be fun to hang out a bit. We never hung out at school but I guess we've both changed since then, some of us more than others." He said looking at her tits. John wasn't sure how much he'd drunk this evening or if it was going to his head but he leaned towards Leila.

"You grew up into a really beautiful woman Leila." He said, dragging his eyes away from her chest. "I know you're not into guys but..." he shrugged a little an leaned in to kiss her.

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Leila couldn't help but giggle as he commented about change and blatantly ogled her tits. Damn, she was starting to worry about herself. Was staring at her boobs and being vaguely nice really all it was taking to charm her here? She took a deep gulp of her drink.

As she was turning around to put the drink down she turned back to him leaning in for a kiss, turning around so that her lips were practically brushing against his. For just a moment they locked lips and damn! She felt a buzz through her whole body, her legs squeezed together tightly, one hand went to his shoulder to gently rest there and support herself. She leaned back a little as he kept leaning in as if inviting him to keep looming over and further push her back and...

"MMMF!" She squealed into the kiss, slapping at his shoulder in a 'hey stop!' motion as she suddenly realized what she as doing.

"John! What the hell I---" she stammered as she pulled back a little, now practically bent back over the arm of the couch as he loomed over her. She made no effort to get up and get out of that situation though. It wasn't that she didn't like it it was more that she'd freaked out a little. "I---I---" she stammered, then suddenly grabbed her drink and gulped it down. "I need another drink." She protested lamely.

Sure, she was aware she could just say something like 'No' or 'Don't' or 'I don't want this' but even though that's what she'd planned to do and shoot him down to embarrass him those words just would not come. Because she didn't want him to stop. And she did want it. She was just sort of freaking out about it!

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Their lips touched. John didn't need more encouragement than that as he pressed forwards, kissing her. He felt Leila's hand on his shoulder and he pressed his tongue to her lips. He heard her moan against him and then felt a slap on his shoulder as she broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry." He said with a grin. "Was I going too fast for you?" She asked for another drink. He leaned forwards and kissed her mouth again, just briefly and then stood, picking up both of their glasses. He was getting hard and his cock bulged against his trousers obviously as he made no effort to hide his arousal.

He went to the kitchen to pour another drink. "I should warn you though, another of these and I won't be able to drive you home, you might have to stay the night." He grinned and took a swallow of his drink and shrugged. He brought the drinks back over to her, handing Leila her vodka. "Here you go beautiful." He said. "Now, where were we."

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Leila reached over for her clutch and got out her compact as John went to get a second drink. She was fixing her lipstick as he returned, finishing up as she took the drink and set it down next to her. Her head was spinning enough already! That second kiss he'd planted on her without even seeming to think he needed her permission was just the icing on the cake here! And she still couldn't bring herself to tell him no. Or leave. She should just leave. He was practically telling her she'd never get out of here if she stayed. So... why wasn't she leaving? Dammit Leila she cursed herself!

Where were they? They'd been kissing which wasn't where they were going to resume, Leila told herself, although she made no move at all to get away from him or tell him not to. "Wait a minute." She said, picking up her drink and sipping. "You drank way more than this and drove after in high school. You're just... oh my god you're using your lines on me!" She finally realized, as if he hadn't been doing it all night, and succeeded. "Well okay fine even if you insist on that I'll just call an Uber."

_Or you could just leave now,_ a voice inside of her was screaming, but the rest of her really liked how he'd kissed her and how he was looking at her.

"John, isn't this kind of crazy, like, how you treated me all those years are you telling me if I had just been prettier you would have been buying me lunch instead of stealing it?" She eyed him, trying to get him to realize who he was hitting on here and maybe that would make him say something mean and then she could convince herself to leave. Of course she'd changed a lot more than just getting a little prettier, as his eyes kept staring at the main physical difference, it was also unlikely she could have worn a slutty cocktail dress and heels to high school, especially as a guy in small town Kansas, but she was trying to play all that down for... reasons that she couldn't quite explain.

Meanwhile she tried not to think about how his cock was just as big and hard as it had been in high school and it was practically about to burst out of those pants. Damn it looked good. She licked her lips without realizing it as she sipped her drink. Maybe she could blame the booze...