2 comments/ 12296 views/ 2 favorites Life Turned Into Black By: lickmybananabread LIFE TURNED INTO BLACK. -1. KALEIGH SAT AT the edge of her bed, pondering upon whom she had just encountered. Her brother's girlfriend of all people; she thought, I must have gone insane. She had been an orange-faced, salmon-pink vest top bearing girl- the type of which could barely spell their own name; let alone hold a conversation worth responding to. However, Kaleigh could not help but find her somewhat abhorrently intriguing. For someone- for someone to willingly fall into such a disgraceful way of life; it was a thought completely intangible to her. She, an ideology held rather firmly by her father; believed that everyone should aspire to greater things than they are capable. So, why a young, attractive woman- such as her brother's girlfriend --would knowingly decide to lower ones self- well. The whole idea sounded notably crazy, and she had often pondered the exact same thing in regards to her brother, Travis, whom had fallen into the simplicities of gang culture rather enthusiastically. In fact, from loose gossip she had overheard while campaigning over animal cruelty in their local town centre, Kayleigh had even heard evidence that her brother may have seriously injured someone with a knife. She had thought it not true at the time, of course, believing she knew her brother to be a kind, quiet boy. Times had changed since she had moved temporarily to go to University, obviously. The places she regarded as being 'rough' had simply become normal, and all of the originally nice places had became rundown; much like the rest of their small town. Gang culture, knife crime, regular beatings and sometimes gun crime; these things all became normality. For someone with such high moral beliefs, what her town had turned into, it devastated her and confused her. She, however, remained much the same. Kayleigh remained strong in her vegetarianism beliefs, in her Lesbian sexuality; and in her individuality. Hearing the faint echoes of her brother's thuggish voice, as well as his common as muck arm candy, coming from the living room area in her apartment- she hastily broke herself out of the daydream. It had been for so long since her brother had willingly visited her that she felt under obligation to throw him away. She had even wasted a good red-wine on them; in fact, it had been the one given to her by an ex-lecturer. Travis had at least attempted to drink it, but his girlfriend- named Stacey --had simply dismissed it as tasting 'disgusting'. However, sophisticated pallets begged to differ. Another thing which had come to annoy Kayleigh greatly, had been the way Stacey- his girlfriend --would refer to her as sounding 'posh' and had often stated in confusion how she used 'so many big words'. Kayleigh had thought, in a slight amusement, to herself; you should try reading a book then. Nevertheless, Kayleigh could no deny she felt an odd attraction towards his girlfriend- something she definitely did not want to feel! There was something in the nervous glint in Stacey's eyes, however, which indicated the feeling was reciprocated. "Fucking 'ell," Travis had suddenly proclaimed as Kayleigh had returned to the living room area once more, "that wine 'as proper gone to ma 'ed." Stacey, too, had been giggling as if she were miraculously tipsy. For none-stop partiers, Kayleigh had thought to herself, these kids sure are lightweights. "Oh, I'll phone Dad or something." Kayleigh had suggested, clearing up the slight mess her visitors had made; as if by natural reflex. "Nah, sis' let us stay 'ere for the night or somethin'." Oh, great, Kayleigh had thought to herself, even thinking in a sarcastic tone. "I'm not sure whether that would work, I only have one bedroom and my couch isn't exactly..."- Kayleigh looked towards the 'couple', realising they would be staying the night despite however much she may have debated. "Okay, I probably have some spare blankets hidden away somewhere. One of you will have to sleep on the floor, of course." There was an odd silence; no, Kayleigh had thought, no they weren't going to sleep in my bed. "If you sleep on the couch it'll be easier, sis'." Stacey had nodded in agreement. Typical, she had surely dug herself into too deep a whole now. After a short silence, the reluctant Kayleigh finally agreed, simply nodding her head. "Thanks." Stacey had said, usually she remained quiet. Something about the way she smiled showed she was actually thankful to Kayleigh, as well as possessing the look of slight guilt; like a kid who had just stolen a biscuit from the cookie jar. "I want to go to bed at eleven though; I have work in the morning." Kayleigh said, glancing towards the digital display flashing across her television screen. It was exactly 22:10, which meant they had fifty minuets to calm themselves down enough to sleep; a thing Kayleigh doubted would happen in time. "Oh my days sis', when did you become such a goody-two-shoes?" Travis send, mockingly as he had rose to vacate into her bedroom. "Since forever"- she followed him in, not fully trusting him with her possessions. Inside her wardrobes lay things she did not want her brother; or anyone other than a lover, to see. It bore an assortment of sexy lingerie, sex toys; as well video tapes, DVDs and literature of the pornographic nature. See, the thing about Kayleigh was she was a good girl, but she was also a very sexually liberated woman underneath. She didn't want her brother, of all people, to see this side of her. It would mutilate their relationship even further. "Don't touch anything; you know how I like things nice and tidy." She said, quickly scanning the room to ensure she had not left any conspicuous items lying around. There was nothing, as far as she could see. "I won't, as if I can be arsed to go looking through your weirdo stuff." Stacey came wondering into the bedroom next, gently brushing hips with Kayleigh on her way through the narrow doorway. She nervously coughed, as if clearing her mind of an arousal. Kayleigh, however, remained standing with her arms beside her hips with a smug-smile dancing across her lips. How obvious could it become, before her own brother would realise he was 'dating' a girl who was into other girls, too. "You have a nice bedroom," Stacey said, almost out of the blue "I suppose you know what looks good." Travis, suddenly overtaken by a need for the toilet, rushed past his sister and left the two girls alone together. "I also know who looks good," Kayleigh had said, a suggestive and aggressive tone taking over. "Not me." Stacey had begun eyeing up her boyfriend's sister, noticing the largeness of her bright green eyes. She had perfection about her, something about the fine point of her jaw, or the pail-perfection of her skin that looked as though it would be baby-soft to touch. A look, Stacey thought to herself, a rare amount of women would ever achieve. Kayleigh looked as though all she had to do was wake up, and her whole aurora would resonate a divine beauty. But, Stacey said pulling herself out from her own thoughts; she did not find Kayleigh sexually attractive. Or did she? It had been in the early hours in the morning, around two-am, when Travis had finally taken his girlfriend to bed. As Kayleigh lay there, watching some drab late-night television quiz show, she began to think about Stacey; and what things she would do to her if they were left alone. -2. IN HER FANTASY, Stacey would be handcuffed to the headboard of her double bed, with her eyes covered by a black blindfold. She would be completely naked, where as Kayleigh would be dressed in her favourite underwear, which consisted of a black and red laced bra and a pair of matching black and red laced thongs. Kayleigh would revel in the position of power and tease her slave for all she was worth. She would whisper dirty words in her lover's ears, before crouching down before her and licking her erect, pink nipples. She would moan with incredible pleasure as she began to want more and more; as Stacey begun to beg her to fuck her. She would, her own pussy throbbing with excitement, go in her wardrobe and pull out a large black dildo, and strap it around her crotch. Stacey would be so wet, so ready; she moans in complete ecstasy as Kayleigh presses her body against the captives, and fucks her pussy hard. At each rhythmic push, her lover would scream 'more, oohh. Fuck me harder' and Kayleigh would, in fact, fuck her stronger and give her more. Just as Stacey would be about to climax, she would pull her massive rubber cock out and rub ice cold cubes down her lover's stomach. She would be screaming 'oh shit, no', ready to have the most intense orgasm of her entire life. Kayleigh would carry on teasing her, until she felt she had been cruel enough and she would eventually burry her head in-between her lover's thighs, and seek out her crown jewels. There it stood, the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen in her life. It lay pink, unshaven, wet; but most of all it smelt of lust and desire. It sent all of the senses in Kayleigh to orbit, and she had not even tasted her yet. She would lick her clit, slowly and in circles at first, and then she would thrash it hard in up and down motions with her tongue. She would be fucking her so hard with her tongue, her head would be moving in combination with the up and down movements. Stacey's moans would rise in pitch until finally; she would cum in her mouth. Thick, juicy, pale liquids would poor out from her pussy, and Kayleigh would drink it all up and still be thirsty for her musky-sweetness. She would untie her, and then be done with her. They would never smile at each other and exchange pleasantries, they would never hold each other or kiss; they would never emotionally link themselves to one and another.- Kayleigh prised her eyes open and glanced about her living room. She had fallen asleep for about an hour, and had been rudely awoken by the sounds of her brother and his girlfriend at it in her bedroom. It made her feel sick, the thought of a man and woman having rough sexual intercourse in her bed. She could imagine her brother to have Stacey in the doggie position, and be fucking her like a piece of meat. She could imagine her bed to be rocking back and forth, hitting her wall and chipping away at the wallpaper. The disrespect for her personal area was the thing that angered her most; let alone he was fucking a girl she really wanted to, herself. The next morning was awkward, as one could imagine, and neither Stacey nor Travis dared to look Kayleigh in the eyes. Dressed in their clothes from yesterday, the couple had gotten up and expected breakfast almost immediately. "Listen, sis'," Travis had said, rubbing his eyes and stretching as the couple both sat next to Kayleigh, upon the leather sofa chair. "I need- we need to ask you a lil' favour." Kayleigh sighed, knowing she would probably be backed into a corner again, until she could not refuse what ever he was going to ask of her. "Go on." "Well, Stacey's Mum kinda' chucked her out and she has no place to stay. I'd let her stay with me at Dad's place, but he said no." Travis had done all of the speaking for her, perhaps she had been too nervous to ask because she felt an attraction towards her, she thought. "Oh, has she no place to go, else where?" Kayleigh had responded, trying to seem as though she did not feel comfortable with the suggestion, when in fact, she would have been more than grateful for the opportunity. "No," Stacey said- butting in before Travis had the time to reply "well, probably, but all of my friends are into none stop partying and things; I just want a place to stay until my Mum calms down." "Well, if that's what you want, how can I refuse?" Their eyes met, both glistening with the same lustful desire. Already Kayleigh's fantasy about her brother's girlfriend had become closer to happening. However, one part of it would never be; they would never be emotionally disconnected from one and another. -3. ALMOST A WEEK HAD PASSED since Stacey and Kayleigh had been living together. At first it had been awkward and cumbersome, but after a while they both realised they shared many things in common; they had both begun to enjoy each others company. In fact for Kayleigh, a person whom had become so emotionally detached, it had become her very own healing process. Since graduating from university, despite being a very sexually confident woman, she had not encountered another woman quite like the one she had fallen in love with. Her name was Jane, and she had been studying English Literature. They had planned to live together after university, and probably start their own little family unit; but Jane had secretly just wanted to pursue her career. This had all became apparent in the latter stages of their graduation, when Jane had ended things with Kayleigh at a party. Ever since that night, she had became emotionally guarded and refused to even allow herself to believe she wanted a relationship with another woman; ever again. Stacey had never been in a loving relationship, and she wanted it more than anything. She saw emotion in Kayleigh, but she also began to realise how apparent she despised it. Stacey, despite originally noticing her stunning looks, had been mostly attracted by the warmth- a kind of warmth her brother did not possess, and probably never would, especially towards her. The pair sat upon Kayleigh's leather sofa chair, staring mindlessly towards her television box. Stacey's legs had wandered across to Kayleigh's side, lured in by the warmth of her body in comparison to the cold night. They had been watching the dull program for about fifteen minuets, before Kayleigh began to bore. "You know"- Kayleigh said, interrupting the American sitcom and turning to face her friend, "I don't know what you're doing with a slob like Travis." Stacey laughed in response to her comment; a good reaction, she thought to herself. "It's hard to believe you two are related," Stacey smiled and then glanced despondently towards the carpet. "I'm kinda' scared I'll cheat on Trav'." She had blurted it out, as if unintentionally but not regretting what she had said afterwards. "Oh, with anyone in particular?" Kayleigh had asked, she was playing along knowing all along she was the one Stacey wanted. "Yes."- Silence loomed the household for a few moments, the televisions din becoming just a silent-noise. All either of the girls could think about was touching each other, tasting each other; and fucking one and another. "I know I should tell you not to, being his sister and all, but that's not what I want you to do." Kayleigh, switching off the television set via the remote, turned to look at the girl she had once regarded as common and irritating. "I"- Stacey began, closing her eyes and clenching her jaws, as if to confess a great sin. "I know, I feel it too." Kayleigh, being the confident one, placed her hand upon the timid girl's lap, and slowly began to dig her fingers into the flesh of her jeans. "There's something amazingly personal about you, something I've never met in a girl around here; nor expected. You're a beauty rarer than any, and just feeling your body against mine makes me wet." Both girls paused, as if what she had said had been somehow untrue, or perhaps taken the moment too far. "I'm not a lesbian." Stacey said, jumping up from the sofa chair, "I should have never"- "Never what?" Kayleigh interrupted, also standing. "I don't know!" She shouted, sitting back down, but Kayleigh remained standing. "It's not wrong to find me attractive, it's normal. You probably aren't a lesbian, but either way I know you want me as much as I want you." She knelt down to Stacey's sitting level, and then placed both of her hands upon the orange complexion of her face. "We can't"- "Why?" "Because"- By this time, the moment had passed and both girls had moved away from the embrace. It was late, Kayleigh noticed, and I have work tomorrow morning. "I'm going to bed, you are free to sleep in my bed with me; and that doesn't mean to have sex. It means I feel guilty for you sleeping on my sofa chair all of the time, it's your choice whether you take it or not." Without waiting for the reply, Kayleigh had wondered off to her bedroom, expecting the timid brunette not to accept. Pondering over it for a good five minuets, however, Stacey had decided she would spend the night in her bed. The door creaked open, and both girls glared into one and another's eyes as Kayleigh sat upon her bed's end undressing herself. The more garments which were taken off, the more Stacey began to feel uncomfortable; yet she was expected to undress too. As she glanced through the long mirror situated upon the open wardrobe door, she could see Kayleigh's perfectly form naked body. She had bigger breasts than she had assumed, and they were at least a B cup, perhaps a C, and her hips glided in an almost perfect hourglass formation. She had a small and perk bottom; one Stacey could imagine grabbing onto as their bodies entwined together under her white linen sheets. "Why don't you just look, instead of peaking at me through the mirror?" Kayleigh said, mockingly, as she closed the wardrobe door. She was still completely naked, but had the garments she was going to change into in her hand. "I'm not." Stacey lied, beginning to unbutton her thick jumper and undress herself ready for bed, too. "Well, can I watch you undress?" A body freezing fright suddenly took over Stacey, a girl once brazen and frank about her sexuality, now shy and timid. "Sure..." She replied, crossing her arms over her body as if creating some kind of shield. "Why do you wear those clothes, you look better naked." Stacey blushed, she had never been paid a compliment about her body; usually the men she had slept with had just fucked her and forgotten. "If I dressed like you everyone would think"- "They'd be jealous of how sexy you are." The bed rocked and creaked a tad as Kayleigh knelt upon it and crawled over to the edge where Stacey sat. She placed a soft hand against her shoulder, which had become bare since she had removed her jumper. Stacey closed her eyes, the fluttering of her heart and the ice in her stomach over taking her senses; she took a deep breath in then opened them once more. Her deep blue eyes had begun watering over from a mixture of emotions; fear, lust, love, anticipation and guilt. Her skin had begun to tingle and her pussy had begun to throb; no male had ever created this sense of arousal in her. Kayleigh lowered her head, and then gently pecked her friend upon the nape of her neck. The feather-soft touch of her chapped lips had sent tidal waves of pleasure down her spine. For the first time, she thought, she had actually been touched by another human being. "Why are you interested in someone like me?" Kayleigh continued to kiss the area surrounding her neck, "because you're amazing and I'm just average." Kayleigh, shocked by what her lover had just said, pulled back and wrapped her arms loosely around her waist, "Never say that again, because it's not at all true. If one of us is average it's me." Stacey began to blush once more, however, this time she had turned around to reciprocate the attention. "I hardly know ya', yet I feel like I could"- "Fall in love with you?" They both said together, afterwards gently laughing in each other's arms. "Since being around you I've started just being myself, not trying to act like everyone 'round here, you know?" "Yes." They stared intently into one and another's eyes. "I really want to- with you- I don't know how and I don't want to cheat on Trav'." "I understand." Kayleigh said, with a noble smile spread across her face. "I guess I'll speak to you in the morning then, when we've both had time to sleep on our emotions." Stacey nodded. "Night." Life Turned Into Black They both climbed to their part of the bed, Stacey's side feeling considerably less worn than Kayleigh's. From the indentation on her side, Stacey guessed no other woman could have slept in her bed since she had bought the mattress, which, she judged, must have been about the time she moved into the flat. It was awkward at first, especially for Stacey, sleeping in a bed with another woman. Occasionally a limb would catch a part of the other's naked flesh, but eventually they had both became comfortable in not caring where their hands ended up. -4. THE MORNING AFTER HAD STRUCK and Stacey, unusually, had been the first to stir. A stray arm lay loosely around her chest, but there was something comforting about waking up with a beautiful woman by your side, she thought. She grabbed Kayleigh's wrist, then kissed it gently. She felt her lover's legs kick about as she squirmed awake. She murmured a few abstract words, before she had complete roused herself from the dream world. It was a nice sunny day, for once, today; the sun shone through a slight gap in the hastily shut curtains. "I'll make breakfast if you want, seeing as you're always doin' it." Stacey said, rising up out of the bed, over taken by an intense feeling of euphoria. Kayleigh rubbed her eyes, and then stood too. "No, I enjoy cooking for me and for you." Stacey's eyes widened- "Or you're scared I'll poison you or summit'." The girls laughed, before Kayleigh came over, still naked apart from some sexy lingerie, and gave her lover a peck on the cheek. "Will you break up with Travis today, so I can show you what you've been missing your whole life tonight?" Stacey nodded, "What should I tell him?" "That's its over because you want his sister to fuck your brains out." Again, they laughed, but both of them knew it could be a problem. Kayleigh barely knew her brother anymore, so how could she predict his reaction? Travis sat inside his red Honda, with its subwoofer blasting out of the car boot and the red tinted headlights blasting out onto the tarmac and turning it a blood red tinge. "Hey." A feminine voice said; it was Stacey. She had come baring an expressionless smile. "'Iya babe, what's up?" Travis said, turning off the ignition and stepping out of his car. He attempted to wrap an arm around her waste, but she was having none of it; this was the kind of fake affection she had come to bore of. "I know this is sudden, but it's over." She pulled away from his affection, and then headed back down the direction she had come. He stood in almost complete silence, perplexed by her revelation. A familiar anger had built up inside him; he knew who had caused this, and he knew what he was going to do about it. "I've been waiting for you to come back for ages," an excited voice greeted as Kayleigh pushed her way through the stiff entrance to her flat. She carried two carrier bags of groceries, from a local supermarket, and had planned to cook a meal for the two of them. "I ended it, I don't think he cares." Stacey had said, taking a bag to help share the burden. "Good." Kayleigh rummaged around in her bag and then pulled out an extremely sexy pair of stockings and suspenders. "For tonight, do you like them?" She pulled them further out of the bag and tried to measure them up against her body, as if to create a preview. They were black and made up out of silk and stocking material. Stacey blushed momentarily, and then smiled lustfully; a deep glint upon her eyes. "I want to kiss you, now. We haven't kissed properly." Stacey pulled the stockings from her lover, and then placed them roughly somewhere on the counters of her kitchen. The girls closed their eyes as they edged closer, and pressed their lips against one and another's. Slowly Stacey began to push her tongue into her moist mouth, and taste her sweet taste for the first time. She smiled to herself, a warm resonating glow inside her body; telling her she was contented. She began to lift her arms and place them upon Kayleigh's back, who thus far had let her lover do all of the work, and explore the new areas of a female body. Kayleigh had worn a smart white blouse to work, and at the back she could feel her bra strap poking through. As she explored further down, locking tongues and exchanged tastes all at the same time, she had begun to reach down the waste band of her smart, black flared trousers. Kayleigh moaned deeply as she could feel the nails dig into the soft flesh just above her pussy. She had, in fact, been wearing no panties. Deciding the pace was too slow; however, Kayleigh rammed her lover onto one of the counters behind them, and began fondling her breasts in the heated speed of passion. They both moaned in resonance with each other, attempting to tear into the clothes to get at their throbbing sexual organs. "No," Kayleigh whispered, attempting to talk but the excitement had taken over "I want to do things properly." As if a statement which told one million meanings, Stacey pulled back and nodded. Perhaps they had better take things slowly, she agreed, seeing as that had been where she had gone wrong in the past. Kayleigh had cooked up spaghetti Carbonara, apparently made up of her family's own recipe. It tasted good to Stacey however, and that was all she could have asked for. Of course, no romantic meal could be complete without a dessert; which consisted simply of strawberries and Madagascan double cream. "Let's take it into the bedroom," Stacey suggested, picking up a glass bowl which contained the strawberries. "You're so kinky, pass them here." Kayleigh had replied, both giggling constantly. Stacey sat back down at the dining table chair and watched in amazement as her lover took the bowl and sat upon her knee. She began picking at the strawberries teasingly, dipping it in cream, them moving it towards her mouth as if to gesture feeding her it. Just as the cream would coat her lover's mouth, she would pull it away and eat it for herself. After the third strawberry both girls had grown bored of this game and Stacey had reclaimed the bowl. "I'm so wet right now, watching this fucking gorgeous girl in front of me, sat on my lap. I just want you to fuck me. Come here." Stacey, overcome by the throbbing anticipation coming from her numb and aching pussy, she grabbed her lovers neck and hauled her towards her. They began to kiss intensely, thrashing their tongues down each others throats and exchanging endless amounts of sweet fluids. They hooked hands, and then headed towards the darkened refuge of her bedroom. Stacey collapsed onto the bed, and then began rummaging around at the buttons of her trousers, but she could not undue them quick enough. Kayleigh sat down upon her, and rammed her own pussy into Stacey's. She moved it up and down, rubbing the fabric of their trousers against their pussies. She bit her bottom lip as she did it, and stared smiling down at the powerless girl. "Oh yeah, I'm so wet baby." Said Kayleigh, as she began rubbing her own pebble like tits underneath the looseness of her white blouse. Stacey had become silent, overtaken by this bliss she had begun to feel. She simply couldn't get enough of this sexy, liberated woman before her. She begun to reach out to her chest, then began rubbing her tits too. Kayleigh returned the favour by reaching over and massaging her lover's, as well. They both moaned and fidgeted about rhythmically for a while; before moving onto the next stage of their love making. Two hands scrambled about, searching for the buttons of Kayleigh's blouse, but it was too late; Kayleigh herself had ripped it open and threw it onto the floor somewhere. Stacey's simple vest top had come off a breeze in comparison; simply lifting up over her head. They began kissing slowly, more sensuality than in the kitchen, as they lay on top of each other; with their bras rubbing together. Kayleigh unhooked her own bra, and let it flop away onto the floor; the naked air nipping away at her red hot skin. With her tongue, she began tracing down a line- starting from her lover's chin and down to the belly button upon her stomach. She stopped at the stomach for a while, lightly kissing and biting as Stacey unhooked her bra, too. A wandering hand had found itself within the vicinity of Kayleigh's wet, juicy pussy. Kayleigh, revelling in the attention her aching pussy was getting, began fumbling at the buttons of her trousers, until finally both girls lay atop each other in only their panties. Stacey began rubbing her own little nub, while delving her free hand into her lover's pants. Kayleigh ushered the hand on, encouraging her to finger fuck her harder, rocking back and forth with the rhythm of her hand. Stacey pulled the hand out, and then pushed Kayleigh back so that she now lay on top. Calling out in moans of ecstasy, Kayleigh began rubbing down Stacey's smooth butt crack, and to her pussy hole. She attentively fingered the outside area, as Stacey began sucking onto her erect tits, and burying her face within the moderate mounds. Her breathing became even heavier as Kayleigh would delve her finger even further into the juicy, sweet pussy. Her voice breaking as the moans resonated higher and higher. She felt Stacey's body plunge into orgasm, as she began pulling two fingers in and out of her, as well as rotating her hard clit in circular motions. She buried her face into the sheets of the bed as she had came thrashing down to earth, grabbing onto Kayleigh's shoulders for protection. The pleasure, however, was not over for Stacey. Kayleigh still hadn't eaten her desert. They rolled over once more, this time Stacey had become almost exhausted, and Kayleigh begun licking a smooth trail down from her chin to the bellybutton upon her stomach. She licked around the flesh of her pussy, she could taste the cum juice which had poured out during her first orgasm. Kayleigh quickly glanced up, towards her lover, to check she should go ahead. She lay with her arm loosely slung over her face, but she still kept eye contact. She smiled, in realisation to what was going to happen next, then reached down to Kayleigh's hair and tangled her nails within it. Kayleigh maintained eye contact, giving a look as if she were obeying Stacey's command, as she began to tease her nub with her tongue. It danced around her lips; it rotated around her nub; soaking up all of her sweet, tasty juices. Kayleigh could not get enough of her taste, loving the sensation the smooth skin of a pussy created, rubbing against her tongue. Again, Stacey's body began to arch upwards as her body neared an even more intense orgasm, her nails this time digging into Kayleigh's shoulders and neck. "Fuck!" Stacey screamed, no longer being able to hold back her screams of pure bliss, "Oh my fucking"- As she came, pussy juice spraying the entirety of Kayleigh's face, she returned to surface and began sensually kissing once more. Stacey revelled in the taste of her own pussy, and wanted to taste Kayleigh's, too. Reinvigorated from the last orgasm, Stacey slid out from under Kayleigh's embrace, and moved her head down to her lover's smooth, shaven pussy. It was covered in wet, juicy pre-cum juice, ready to just be licked up and savoured. First of all, she pushed her two fingers in and out of the pussy hole, feeling the wet walls of her pussy within her grasp. She watched as Kayleigh became more aroused by the second, plunging her fingers in and out; slowly at first then speeding progressively. She couldn't wait any longer; she wanted to taste that hot, juicy pussy. She moved her mouth forwards, and then sucked on the nub moving it in all kinds of obscure positions. She began thrashing the nub with her tongue, caressing it with the fronts of her teeth; savouring every last taste. Until, after the most intense build up Kayleigh had ever felt; until she finally came to a giant climax. They held hands as the orgasm rippled through her body, warming her very essence. Afterwards, too exhausted from pleasure to move, they lay holding each other in a long, warm embrace. Kayleigh had fallen asleep almost immediately after her orgasm; however, Stacey had lay awake watching the night pass them by. The warmth in the palm of her hand, gently perspiring balls of sweat, bought Stacey to a slow slumber, where she had fallen in and out of dreams where she lived a contented life with Kayleigh; one without stigmata and prejudices. She wrapped her arm around Kayleigh's waste, stirring her slightly, the whispered the final words "I love you," into her ears before falling finally asleep. Kayleigh smiled to herself, a faint tear rolling down her cheek. She had found her. -5. A TALL, HOOD CLADDEN BOY had stridden up the hallway to Kayleigh's flat. He had an unfamiliar air about him, but nether the less, it was Travis- her brother. The way he had nervously entered the stairwell, holding an item behind his back, proved all was not well. He stood upon the last step, taking a deep breath in, and then banged upon the metal door with his knuckles. There was a faint rustling from inside, however his sister had finally answered. She bore a silk dressing gown, with the fabric of her lingerie just poking out underneath. Realising it was her brother; she had made an extra effort to conceal her almost naked body. He didn't smile, as she had smiled at him, but instead remained persistently grimacing. "Why the fuck did you do it, 'ey?" Travis shouted, banging the doorway with his free hand, the other hand remained concealed behind his back. Realising what this had been about, his sister had retreated further back into her flat, afraid of his increasing aggression. "I'm so sorry, I wish I didn't feel"- She pleaded, interrupted again by his banging of the doorway. "No you're not sorry! If you were sorry you wouldn't have fucked my girlfriend, you fucking dike. You make me sick." His voice had become even louder and even more aggressive now, stirring Stacey from her once sleepy-state. She wandered out of the bedroom, and towards the doorway. She gasped in horror as the room disintegrated in a loud bang, and her lover dropped to the ground. The voice at the door had now turned into the scampering footsteps of a criminal; perhaps a murderer. The expressionless sorrow, the sine of pain and life its self escaping, spread upon Kayleigh's paler face. Blood pouring from her guts, as she attempted to conceal it with her hands. Tears rolling down her cheeks, Stacey grabbed for the telephone, shakily dialling '999', but the whole thing was happening far too quickly to comprehend. Whines of pain came from the quickening corpse, fears of dying alone. "Don't..." Kayleigh had called out, blood spewing from her mouth, "be with me now." Stacey dropped the phone, a woman's voice calling out. She dashed to her lover, and watched as the life turned into black. "I love you too," she called out in one last gallant breath. It was too late; however, the damage had been done. Outside her brother stood, shakily holding a mobile phone up to his ear, and calling for an ambulance. Not even the petty criminals he knew would take him in now; he had killed his own sister because of the green-eyed monster.