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True Love Waits

By: Pervis Brown



The darkness of night was falling over her which increased her dread. She paced the floor, pausing to look out the window to see if any car lights were visible yet. 

The wine was warming. She thought about putting it back to chill, but didn't. She was losing the ability to make rational decisions with every minute that passed then.

She sat for a minute, but couldn't stand the inactivity and resumed pacing. She kept catching herself chewing her nails and each time, she cursed him.

"Where are you? Why do you do this to me? How can I be such a fool?" 

Her questions were thrown about without answers. They were just momentary, mental self-beatings, borne from frustration.

She looked at the clock. He was 3 minutes late now. Why did it seem so much later? She paced the other direction, but that was unsatisfactory so she turned and went back to her original path.

The desk needed dusting. The rug wasn't perfectly straight. Where was the cat? Is the wine too warm now? Did he say 7 or 7:30? Was her eyeliner running? Why did she do this to herself?

He turned off the interstate and gunned the car. It shot ahead then, free of the commuter traffic and finally on an empty road. 

He turned the radio off and concentrated on the headlight beams which illuminated the road and brush as he turned through the curves and over the hills.

"Damn this to hell." 

Why did he have to be late tonight of all nights? He should have left earlier. Why didn't he get flowers? Where did he put the breath mints?

He was as impatient as she was.

Two lifetimes later he pulled into her drive. She saw lights flashing through the window and heard the car and raced to the door. 

There was no thought of pretense by waiting coyly inside for him to knock. She flung the door open and was out in the yard as soon as the car stopped. 

He leapt out of the car and raced to her. He grabbed her and she clung to him as he lifted her up, both overcome with the joy that possessed them.

They kissed frantically, unable to wait for hellos...lips pressed tightly together.....eyes squinting or closed. Their minds were empty of everything but that kiss. 

Time was frozen to them, or did it race? They did not know, or care or even realize there was time. All they knew was that they were together finally and that was all they needed to know.

He carried her into the house and continued to hold her as they kissed.

He put her down after awhile and they just stood there together as if they didn't know what to do next. Their minds were still unhooked from rational thought. 

They just stared. Yes they looked at each other but they also looked into each other. If you don't understand what that means, then you have never been in love. 

They looked into each other forever and they smiled at what they saw. They smiled and looked and smiled some more.

"I have some wine."

She moved to the table. He followed. She took the bottle out of the bucket and handed it to him. He poured her glass and then his. 

There wasn't need of pretenses related to the wine. They drank the wine and they drank each other. So heady, this taste of wine and each other was. 

They kissed again to remind themselves how good it felt that minute or so ago. It was better this time, they thought.

When they moved apart to breathe and look at each other, she turned on the radio. She had it set to a classic rock and roll station, reliving better, or at least more fun days of her youth. 

She went back to him.

At that moment, Buddy Holly was with them, as surely as if he was set up in the room.

She moved into his arms.

"Just you know why"

He pulled her close to him.

"Why you and I"

They moved together slowly. Eyes locked to each other.

They smiled as they danced as one.

Their hearts beat together, now bound to that song.

Their smiles grew as they were filled with happiness. A happiness that exploded over them in the richness of their love. 

The sheer magnificence of love that could make you nuts and make you clear and make everything you wanted before unimportant.

"Sometimes we'll cry"

His heart pounded as he knew inside he wanted to cry for her. She was already crying at the words and from her innate understanding that he felt as she.

They might have continued moving , or they might just be swaying or they might be still. No one knows.

Hours passed for them then in a split second and if they had been conscious of those things, they would have understood the space time continuim for a few seconds. Time stopped and started with Buddy's words.

His hands were on her back. Hers were around his neck. Their faces were an inch apart. They breathed each others breaths. Their hearts beating against each other with one cadence.

They turned slowly, moving now, gently stepping, not far, just enough to feel the grace of their bodies acting together.

Her head was now on his shoulder, his face in her hair, smelling her shampoo and feeling the texture of her hair against his cheek.

She raised up to smile at him then. They kissed softly, tenderly and with a sweet passion that poets envy and seek to put into words, but never quite do, for it is indescribable. That kiss is a kiss of love, not just physical desire. 

It is a love from places we don't understand and that cannot be identified, love that transcends all and is the end of all and the beginning of all, love in a soft kiss.

They felt themselves melting and flowing into each other, covering each other and infiltrating each other. They gave themselves over to each other, willingly and yet unknowingly.

They were almost to that place then where it all blurs and the background fades away and they are alone in the world. It was just them and the song.

And they paused then, still and quiet in their minds, melded and one. They were statues of and to love, with eyes wet and soft. Their lips moved to kiss. 

Their arms were tighter around them and a softness enveloping them like a cloud. Love surged through their hearts like a freight train, powerful and unstoppable and running forever.

Nothingness then, but everything.

"Know true love ways"

And they did know true love ways.

*

"True Love Ways" commonly sung as "True Love Waits"... copyrighted by Buddy Holly, who must have known love himself to write it.

True Love Waits



It had been a mistake. She knew it was a mistake before she made it and everything that followed up to this moment only proved it. She had somehow talked herself into believing it was a good idea, but it wasn't. She should have never have come here. She had to leave.

That's what went through the mind of Selena Gomez as she headed towards the exit.

***

It had been a mistake. She knew it was a mistake before she made it and everything that followed up to this moment only proved it. She had somehow talked herself into believing it was a good idea, but it wasn't. She should have never agreed to this. She had to get some air.

That's what went through the mind of Demi Lovato as she headed towards the exit.

***

Unfortunately there was only one exit and both Disney girls headed for it at the same time. The room was so crowded they didn't notice each other as they made virtually the same excuses to mostly the same type of people until their paths crossed. For a microsecond there was a flash of surprise and even a little horror at seeing the other before they automatically smiled at each other, wordlessly agreeing to pose for the cameras before making their exit.

As they walked side by side each considered letting the other go ahead or taking the stairs instead of the elevator but neither one could afford to act so antisocial towards the other. Besides, one of them had come here to talk, and while part of her still thought it was a mistake she couldn't not take the opportunity.

Despite this she remained silent as they got on the elevator together and started heading towards the ground floor.

Selena tried. She really did, but it was like her mouth was glued shut and she couldn't open it. She actually wished it was literally glued shut, but the truth was she was just a coward and because of that coming here was just a waste of time, a mistake.

Demi also wished she was brave enough to say something, but the difference was she was happy not to talk because at least that way she wouldn't say something stupid. In a way the fear of doing that was the reason she was in this situation to begin with.

Just when it seemed both girls had lost the ability to make any sound whatsoever they both let out a startled cry as the elevator screeched to a halt.

For a few seconds nothing happened and then Selena tried pressing one of the buttons. Nothing happened. She tried again and again and again, each time with the same result.

"Elevator's broken." Selena said.

There was a time when Demi would have mocked Selena for stating the obvious, they would have exchanged banter, and they would have laughed. Now Demi said nothing, instead just stood there looking a little understandably worried.

"Relax." Selena said softly, "People are probably working on getting us out already, and if not hey, you're the birthday girl here, so someone should notice that you're missing but you never left the hotel, and when they do they'll get us out of here. I don't even think it's that far to the ground so we'll probably be ok no matter what."

Demi smiled. Selena always did know how to make her feel better, and she was right, people would come looking for her. After all it was her birthday. Her 18th birthday.

She hadn't wanted to make a big deal of it, she was never really that into birthday parties as she hated the idea of vainly celebrating herself, but she also hadn't particularly wanted to spend her 18th birthday alone, so she had been talked into taking a break from her tour for a party. Not a massive event everyone who's anyone had to be at, but not the trip to Wendy's with her band and a few others that she would have originally preferred.

The party itself wasn't that bad and Demi was even beginning to enjoy herself, and then she saw Selena and it was like all of the air had been sucked out of the room.

She knew she had been invited, she couldn't not invite her, but she didn't think she would come. Demi had the courtesy to make up an excuse and not come to Selena's 18th birthday just over a month ago, why couldn't Selena offer her the same courtesy?

This was exactly why she didn't want the party, she was afraid Selena would show up, and when she had Demi knew her instincts had been right, this party had been a mistake and if someone didn't hurry up and rescue her soon something bad was going to happen, so bad it could ruin her entire career.

While Demi was praying for a rescue Selena was again trying to find the ability to speak. Where was Alex Russo when you needed her? If Selena could only tap into a little part of the character she played on her TV show she might actually ask the question she had been wanting to ask for a year now.

She had chickened out so many times it was pathetic. What made her think tonight would be any different she didn't know, but she had come here against her better judgment only to chicken out again. But she couldn't chicken out now. She couldn't possibly get a better chance than this and if she didn't take it she would hate herself forever.

"Demi..." Selena said softly, forcing out the words which had been rattling in her head for so long, "Why aren't we friends anymore?"

Demi blinked, and then gulped.

As far as she was concerned they were still friends. They would always be friends, just not like they were, or like they could ever be again. But how could she tell Selena that without letting slip exactly why that was?

Finally in a slightly high-pitched voice Demi said, "We're... we're still friends."

"No, we're not." Selena said, "That's what we say to keep people off our backs."

There was silence and then Demi said, "It's like you say in interviews, people grow apart."

"Yeah... but that's not the reason we're not friends anymore." Selena said.

"We're still friends." Demi insisted loudly, before her voice softened, "Just... not like we used to be."

"Why not?" Selena asked.

"I told you." Demi said.

"No, you tried to sell me the same tired bull we've been using to brush off the issue." Selena practically yelled, quickly realising this approach wasn't going to get her anywhere but a shouting match so she softened her voice and added, "What happened to us Dem? We used to tell each other everything."

Not everything, Demi thought to herself, before she quietly mumbled, "We... I..."

"Stop trying to think of an excuse." Selena snapped before her voice softened again, "Please Dem, if our friendship ever meant anything to you, just tell me the truth."

In the long pause that followed Demi desperately searched her brain for one of the thousand different excuses she had come up with while obsessing over what would happen if Selena ever confronted her but now the moment was here she couldn't remember a single one and the desire to tell her former best friend the truth was nearly unbearable, just so that it would be finally off her chest, even if it resulted in breaking her heart and possibly even destroying her career in the process.

"Why aren't we friends anymore Dems?" Selena asked again after what felt like an eternity.

With the last of her willpower Demi softly said, "If our friendship ever meant anything to you, please, don't make me answer that."

There was an even longer pause in which Demi's eyes pleaded for mercy and Selena fought herself from giving her former BFF that mercy. When a tear slid down Demi's cheek Selena very nearly gave in but the other girl broke the silence first.

"It was too hard." Demi mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What was too hard?" Selena asked.

"Being your friend." Demi said.

The reply was the most hurtful thing Selena had ever heard because it came from someone she cared about so much.

"Really." Selena said, getting angry, "So what? All that time you were just pretending to like me?"

"No." Demi protested.

"You pretended to care?" Selena spat.

"No!" Demi insisted.

"You pretended..." Selena began.

"NO! NO! NO! You don't get it!" Demi yelled.

"Really, what don't I get Demi?" Selena yelled back.

"It was too hard just being your friend." Demi screamed back, her heavy breathing the only sound which could be heard for a few agonising seconds before she added softly and slowly, "It was just... too hard... just being friends."

There was more silence as Selena stared blankly and Demi began to break down.

"I tried... I tried to tell myself it was enough. For a while I actually believed it. Everything was so perfect anyway, why ruin it? But... it just got so hard. Watching everything I say so I didn't slip up. Not... not pushing things too far when we goofed around. Every time I was around you became a constant battle, and just being around you ruined everyone else for me, because no one ever made me feel the way you did." Demi admitted quietly, tears in her eyes.

"Dems." Selena said softly.

"I'm not done!" Demi yelled, startling Selena, "What's wrong Sel? I thought you wanted the truth? Well here it is... I love you. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since we were seven. And just so we're clear, yes, I'm gay."

More silence as Demi took a deep breath.

"Wow... huh... I've never said that out loud before. I'm gay. It actually feels kind of good to finally say it." Demi said, "So, where was I... oh yeah, ha, I'm in love with you. I tried just being your friend but I couldn't do it, I couldn't be so close to you but not have you. So I figured I could either tell you how I feel, you could break my heart and then things would never be the same between us or I could push you away. So, I pushed you away... and I tried getting over you... but I just... couldn't."

Tears began to run down Demi's face like a river as Selena continued to say nothing.

"So... so do me a favour..." Demi requested, forcing herself to speak clearly and not to blubber, "Don't say it's ok. Don't tell me we can still be friends. Tell me I disgust you. Tell me you think I'm a pervert. Tell me to burn in hell. Make sure I finally get it through my thick head that you'll never love me. Don't just break my heart, tear it out and stomp on it. Maybe then I'll finally be able to move on. Just please, please don't be nice about this, because if you do I'm never going to be able to get over you."

There was an even longer pause than usual, minutes ticking by as the two girls just stared at each other.

"We were never just friends Dem." Selena said softly.

Demi lowered her head, a fresh tear running down her cheek as she tried to prepare herself for what she had been most dreading her entire life.

At that moment there was a whirl and then the elevator started to move.

In the blink of an eye Selena was standing in front of Demi, lifting her chin-up so she could look into her eyes.

"We were never just friends." Selena repeated.

The words echoed in Demi's mind for a second. Selena couldn't possibly...

Then Selena's lips were pressed against Demi's and it was everything both girls imagined it would be. In reality it didn't last more than 5 seconds but it felt so much longer to them.

As the elevator reached its destination Selena broke the kiss, took a second to wipe away Demi's tears, and then stepped a safe distance away from the other girl before the doors started to open. That didn't leave much time for Demi to clean herself up, but luckily no one seemed to mention it looked like she had been crying, the first onlookers concluding she must have been simply worried for her own safety while people who saw her later on would have never known that she had been crying considering how happy she seemed. Some even noted she seemed happier than before the elevator malfunction, but no one who noticed asked her why, and no one noticed a similar change in the demeanour of Selena Gomez.

The party continued for hours, both Selena and Demi socialising and networking as usual, the whole time staying away from the other albeit for very different reasons than before. They both wanted to talk now but they didn't trust themselves around the other, so they waited until the night started winding down and people finally started to leave.

Demi was in the middle of talking to some producer when Selena came up to her for the first time that night in public.

"Hey Demi, thanks for inviting me to your party." Selena said, reaching out and softly taking one of Demi's hands.

It was a gesture which wouldn't even have raised an eyebrow from anyone, especially those who remembered how close the two Disney stars used to be, but just like every small touch Selena ever gave her it made Demi's body tingle. This time however her body tingled so much it was hard to hide it, because there was something in Selena's hand which the other girl obviously wanted her to take.

"You're... you're welcome." Demi said with a smile, which then faded a bit when she added, "You're not leaving are you?"

"Yeah, sorry, I got to go. I'm meeting someone later tonight." Selena said, hoping Demi would read in between the lines, "Listen, I know we didn't get much chance to talk, but I was really hoping we could meet sometime very soon." 

"You're right, we'll have to do that, soon." Demi said with a nod.

With that Selena left, turning Demi's hand before she let go of it to ensure her former BBF wouldn't drop what she had given her, Demi closing her hand around it quickly so no one would see it, the birthday girl forcing herself not to watch the girl she loved leave and wait until she had a quiet moment to herself to finally open up a hand and look at what was inside. It was a small piece of paper, something she knew from the moment it touched her skin, but what was important was what was written on it, that being a room number. Selena's room number.

Unfortunately since it was her party Demi had to wait until almost everyone had left before she could finally go looking for that room and knock on the door. It felt like an eternity, but finally she was where she wanted to be.

Selena opened the door almost immediately. The two girls stared at each other for a few seconds and then Selena stepped back, wordlessly allowing Demi to step inside, Selena closing the door behind her.

There was a long silence between them which made Demi nervous.

"So... hey." Demi stuttered.

"Hey." Selena said, beginning to slowly move towards the other brunette.

"Hey." Demi said again, the way Selena was looking at her while advancing making her nervous and excited, "So... what... what now?"

"Well I was thinking that maybe we could..." Selena said with increasing speed as she practically leaped at Demi, crashing her lips against the other girl's before she could finishing her sentence.

In the blink of an eye Demi's back was against the wall, Selena's tongue was in her mouth and Demi's tongue was fighting for it's life.

The kiss was nothing like the first one they had shared in the elevator. Their first kiss had been soft, gentle and full of tender love. This kiss was hard, rough and full of need. As it continued years of repressed thoughts and feelings were pushed into it until it felt like they were actually taking their frustrations out on each other, something which scared them both so much they almost stopped, but after years of wanting to but not the only thing that finally made them stop was when they began to worry that they would literally suffocate the other if they continued.

Breaking apart the two girls stared at each other for a moment, panting heavily, and then their lips returned to each other's with the same roughness as before, their hands slowly, cautiously sliding over each other, avoiding the places they each really wanted to touch and be touched because they didn't want to overstep their boundaries. When they were the closest of friends every little seemingly meaningless touch drove them wild but the sensations of these pretty innocent touches seemed to be magnified to something beyond anything they had ever felt before, meaning each touch just made the kiss more intense.

Stumbling around the room they eventually made their way to the bed, both tripping over it with Demi falling on top of Selena, neither girl breaking the kiss which continued until Selena thrust her pelvis up against Demi's, their clothed centres connecting causing Demi to gasp and break the kiss.

"Selena..." Demi breathed, "Your promise ring."

"True love waits." Selena said, bringing up her hand with the ring still firmly on it, "And I have. I've waited for this my entire life Dems. Please don't make me wait another second."

For a microsecond Selena had to wait as Demi tried to comprehend hearing something she had dreamed about for so long but never believe would happen, and then in the next microsecond Demi's hand was up Selena's short skirt, pushing aside her underwear so her fingers could have access to her most private of areas.

"I've waited for this too... I just never thought..." Demi felt herself channelling Sonny Monroe so she quickly stopped herself and simply added, "I love you."

"I love you too." Selena said without missing a beat.

It was not something Selena had intended to say, or even believed she was capable of saying already, if ever, but there it was, the truth she... they had been hiding from each other for so long finally out in the open.

For a second they simply savoured it, this moment they had been waiting for for so long but never thought would arrive, and then Demi quickly pushed her finger forwards and she was inside her.

Demi Lovato was inside Selena Gomez.

That fact took a little while to fully sink in. Until then they remained still as statues, Selena getting used to having a finger not belonging to her inside of her while Demi got used to having her finger inside another girl.

Selena was hot, wet and tight around Demi's finger, just like Demi had imagined it would be, only a million times better, and it somehow got even better when the younger girl slowly began pulling her finger out of the older girl, pushed all the way back in and then repeated the process, because it made it official, she wasn't just inside of her, she was fucking her.

Demi Lovato was fucking Selena Gomez.

Her fingers were moving slowly in and out, in and out, in and out, Selena tightening around her as Demi continued fucking her, finger fucking her, making her moan for her.

Even after meeting thousands of people and listening to what felt like thousands more during her short life Demi had never met anyone with a sexier voice than Selena. In her opinion no voice could even compare, a simple 'hey' from Selena enough to turn Demi's legs to jelly. When they were going through puberty together as the best of friends it became increasingly difficult not to let on just how much Demi used to love their conversations, and now that sexy voice had somehow become even sexier, Selena's moans the sweetest sounds Demi had ever heard.

Those sounds made Demi want to fuck Selena harder so she could get more, louder sounds from her, but she was also really enjoying the slow pace and didn't want to move too fast, she wanted to take her time and enjoy this. However, she had a plan.

Selena had always thought finger fucking would make for fun foreplay, but even in her steamiest lesbian fantasies she had never thought of it as a completely satisfying sexual experience. This was because no matter how hard or often she fingered herself it never truly satisfied her and she always thought someone else doing it would be exactly the same, but it wasn't. It was so much more than she had imagined it would be, and that it was Demi doing it only made the sensations more overwhelming.

Demi was fucking her.

The girl she had known for so long and been so close to so many years was inside her, fucking her with her finger, and it was amazing.

Just as Selena began to wonder if it could possibly get better Demi pushed a second finger inside her, forcing her to cry out in pleasure.




True Love Waits



That extra finger slid so easily inside her, just as the first had done to no surprise given how much the kissing had turned Selena on and how much she had been thinking about this since the elevator, and even before then as a small part of her had always hoped for this and now she had it her body easily accepted what it had craved for so long.

Before she could even fully start to enjoy her hole being stretched by two fingers instead of just one Demi slid her thumb over Selena's clit, making the older girl feel as if she was about to cum on the spot.

As her pleasure dramatically increased Selena suddenly started feeling guilty. It was Demi's birthday and here she was lying back and letting the birthday girl do all the work when it should be reversed.

Selena didn't think she was mentally strong enough to ask Demi to stop what she was doing, it just felt too good, but there was something she could do about it.

Thankful they had both worn the same type of short dresses Selena reached upwards, pushed Demi's wet panties aside, and then without hesitation pushed a finger into her former friend and now lover.

It all happened so fast and Demi wasn't at all expecting it so when it happened she gasped in pleasure and stopped what she was doing, much to Selena's obvious annoyance.

Noticing her former best friend's displeasure Demi blushed, half smiled and then restarted fucking Selena as Selena started fucking her. Demi was also rewarded with a mischievous smile which was so intoxicating it was all she could do not to pick up the pace immediately.

Part of Demi couldn't help feel this was all wrong. Sure some of her fantasies had been like this but she had always imagined if she ever really had a first time with Selena it would be soft, gentle and loving. She had imagined them slowly stripping each other naked, but instead they were still almost completely dressed with their hands underneath each other's dresses. They hadn't even bothered to remove each other's underwear, instead pushing it aside so their fingers could have the desired access. It was hot, even better than she dreamed it would be, but it wasn't quite the gentle love making she had imagined.

For awhile Demi at least tried to keep the finger fucking soft, gentle and loving but Selena seemed to have little interest in keeping things that way, barely spending a full minute thrusting one finger inside Demi's welcoming hole before she inserted a second and began using her fingers in a much, much harder rhythm and only increasing the speed with each thrust.

Soon Demi was simply left with the choice of keep up or get left behind, not that there was really much choice to it as Demi wanted to give Selena pleasure even more than she wanted to receive it herself. This was a sentiment Selena shared, although truth be told neither girl was particularly disappointed when they were on the receiving end of the most pleasure, even though it only motivated them to fuck the other harder.

Selena had also imagined her first time with Demi being gentle, but the difference was she found the way which was happening just as acceptable, if not better because of how needy and frantic it was becoming.

It was like they couldn't handle not making the other cum for a single second more, like if they didn't make the other cum soon they would die. Or at least that's how it felt for Selena. She needed to make Demi cum. She needed it now.

Only having a vague idea about what she was doing Selena began curling her fingers inside of Demi while brushing her thumb against the other girl's clit. It always felt good when she had done it to herself, and was pretty much what you were supposed to do according to just about every sex-ed book or website she had found, and it had the desired effect of making Demi moan loudly for her. Listening carefully to those moans Selena began discovering the other brunette's sweet spots, exactly where and how hard to move her fingers and thumbs to get the best reaction from her lover.

Too lost in pleasurable sensations to continue trying to go slow Demi mimicked Selena's actions, both girls working up the rhythm until they were pounding each other's pussies with their fingers, the whole time becoming lost in each other's eyes.

Even though she was now working as hard as she could Demi was still a little behind so Selena was able to bring her to the edge of orgasm first. Demi whimpered, and was about to ask the other girl to slow down when Selena did without needing to be asked, keeping her on the edge as Demi worked tirelessly to catch up.

Without saying a word to each other they realised this was something they both wanted. They both wanted to cum together. To stare into the other's eyes as they both went over the edge in unison, truly sharing the intimate moment. The knowledge it was something they both wanted was almost enough to make them cum, and with a few more hard thrusts from Demi's fingers that's exactly what happened.

Despite her inexperience Selena roughly brushed her thumb against Demi's clit at the exact moment an extra hard curling thrust brought her to the edge, Selena not hesitating in going over it while making sure she took Demi with her.

Demi's timing was equally perfect, although whether she could have stopped herself going over the edge this time was debatable, but also seemingly irrelevant as all that mattered was that she and Selena came at the exact same time, their love tunnels closing down on each other's fingers, squeezing them and covering them in cum as their bodies trembled and they let out whimpers and cries the other couldn't help find adorable. Through it all it was each other's faces which really commanded attention, their pupils dilating and their eyes glazing over as each other's face became a mask of bliss.

It was a perfect moment, better than either one of them had dared to imagine and one they could both happily be lost in forever. However all too soon it was over and the sensations of cumming together had been so overwhelming and their holes had clampdown so tightly they had stopped thrusting, their fingers laying still inside each other meaning they inevitably came down from their high.

They stayed like that for a little while, perfectly still, and then Selena slowly removed her fingers from inside Demi, much to the other brunette's displeasure, and then brought her fingers up to her lips. Selena looked at her cum cover digits for a few moments, looking very unsure of herself, which made Demi blink in surprise. Was... was she really going too...

Before Demi could even finish thinking it Selena cautiously opened her mouth, slowly extended her tongue, and then gave one of her fingers a quick lick. Selena looked uncertain for a second and then gave her finger another lick, and then another, and then she licked the other, and then she took her fingers into her mouth, sucked on them and moaned. The erotic sight and sound made Demi whimper, the younger girl doing so a couple more times as she watched the older girl suck her fingers clean of cum.

When Selena had gotten every drop of delicious juice from her fingers she took them out of her mouth and looked at Demi expectantly.

Getting the message Demi removed her fingers from inside Selena and then slowly brought them up to her mouth, pausing to look Selena in the eye to make sure she had her full attention before repeating what the other girl did, sliding her tongue out a few times for a couple of licks before taking her digits into her mouth and sucking them clean, finding it much quicker than Selena as there wasn't a singled doubt in Demi's mind she would love the taste of girl cream. She was right, Selena was delicious and she moaned her appreciation of that fact as Selena stared at her lustfully.

"You need to get naked. Now." Selena said huskily.

It didn't sound at all like a request, and it wasn't. It was a demand, one Demi couldn't have refused even if she wanted to at this point she was so horny.

Before Demi was even finished sucking on her fingers Selena was pulling her dress up, Demi forced to remove her fingers from her mouth so she could lift her hands above her head, allowing Selena to pull off the offending item and throw it to the floor.

Without missing a beat Selena rolled them over so she was on top, lifted herself up and practically tore her dress from her body, leaving them both in just their bras and panties.

Selena was quick to remove her bra, not even giving Demi time to gawk at seeing her first pair of tits in real life and not just on some website before Selena lent forward, reached underneath Demi and tried to unhook her bra. Despite wearing one herself Selena had never had to take a bra off this way before so she naturally struggled to do so, something which caused both girls to giggle softly before it was removed and things suddenly became a lot more serious again.

There was a pause, and then Selena started pulling down her panties, Demi doing the same at almost the exact same time, both Disney stars cautiously glancing at each other as they removed their underwear.

When they're last item of clothing was removed and thrown to the floor they stared at each other, their eyes shamelessly scanning each other as if they were trying to commit every inch of the other's body to memory just in case they never got to see the other naked again. The other's silence only heightened such fear and doubts until one of them finally spoke.

"You're so beautiful Dem." Selena breathed softly.

Demi smiled gently, "Not as beautiful as you."

Selena grinned.

"Well... I am pretty hot." Selena boasted, kissing Demi roughly before she could respond.

Demi certainly wasn't going to disagree but she quickly forgot whatever it was she was going to say as Selena's lips consumed her own and she became lost in the kiss which was halfway between the softness of their first kiss and the roughness of their second.

After a little while Selena broke the kiss and quickly slid her lips over Demi's neck, taking a moment to dig her teeth into the soft flesh she found there, before making her way down to Demi's pert little titties.

Without hesitation Selena slid her tongue over and then around Demi's nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking it gently. She repeated this with the other nipple and then went back and forth between them, occasionally biting down on them gently which was not something Selena had thought of doing herself, it was something she had read online. She wasn't sure how biting could be pleasurable but in the heat of the moment she had decided to try it and Demi's moans told her she should continue. So she did, Selena licking, sucking and biting those two sensitive little balls of flesh until they were hard as rocks and Demi was whimpering beneath her.

Demi's whimpers only encouraged Selena, the older brunette continuing to pleasurably torture the younger brunette's tits for what seemed like hours.

Part of Demi wanted to beg Selena to fuck her again, knowing it would only take a few thrusts of the other girl's finger to get her off, but the part of Demi that wanted to make love to Selena all night long was loving this, and considering she had been dreaming about being with the other Disney star for years it made sense to just lie back and enjoy what was happening for as long as possible.

Eventually though Selena decided she had tortured Demi enough, at which point she started kissing her way down her former best friend's flat stomach, causing Demi to whimper with excitement and anticipation as Selena's lips got closer and closer to her womanhood.

That excitement and anticipation gave way to fear and doubt as Selena came eye level to Demi's pussy and just stared at it. Demi couldn't help worry that the girl she had been in love with for so long was only a little curious about girl on girl fun and now she was faced with the reality of it she was becoming a lot less curious and perhaps even grossed out. She wanted things to continue more than anything, but she didn't want to force Selena into it and if the other girl was going to change her mind perhaps there was something Demi could say to soften the blow.

"Selena... you don't have too..." Demi says softly.

Selena's head snapped upwards, the frown originally on her face slowly turning into a grin.

"I want too. I really, really want too." Selena assured her former BFF, "Besides, it's your birthday. You should get a treat."

At the beginning of her last sentence Selena slowly leant forwards and at the end of that sentence her tongue swiftly slipped out and over Demi's pussy lips, causing the other girl to let out a half cry, half moan of pleasure.

For a second Selena paused which made Demi fear the worst again but she needn't have worried. Selena was mostly just savouring the taste of Demi juice straight from the source. There was part of her which was trying to decide whether she liked her first lick of pussy but one lick really wasn't enough to tell her whether she liked the act itself or not, which of course led to further experimentation involving her tongue sliding over Demi's downstairs lips over, and over, and over again, bringing the birthday girl the most wonderful pleasure with every lick.

With every flick of her tongue Selena became more confident, proving any worrying either girl had was unnecessary.

While Selena was almost 100% sure she wanted this and would be into this there was a tiny part of her mind which worried she might not be. It seemed such a silly thought considering how many times Selena had masturbated herself to climax thinking about eating pussy and all the web pictures and videos of lesbian sex she had got off too, but the idea of something wasn't necessarily the same as experiencing it.

Besides, unlike Demi, Selena wasn't gay. In fact for a while she considered herself straight with one exception. Demi. Selena had always been gay for Demi. It wasn't until halfway through puberty that she really started noticing other girls and it had taken about a year for Selena to start thinking of herself as bisexual, and even then there had been a little hesitation, although that hesitation was now gone completely.

Theoretically she could still be just gay for Demi, but Selena doubted it. If she liked licking Demi's pussy chances are she would like licking other pussies just as much, however Selena had no desire to put that theory to the test. She didn't want another pussy, she wanted Demi's pussy. She wanted Demi and was determined to have her.

Considering Demi's earlier confession of love it was unlikely she really had to prove herself but Selena felt compelled to do so anyway, wanting to prove she could be a good little rug muncher and please the girl who had once been her best friend and would now hopefully be more.

In that moment Selena really didn't need to do anything more than what she was already doing as Demi already felt she was in cloud nine just from the gentle licks she was receiving because of who they were from.

Demi couldn't even imagine how things could get any better, but they did.

At first Selena was cautious in her attempts to bring Demi more pleasure, gradually beginning to slide her tongue around the outside of the other girl's pussy lips rather than just licking up and occasionally down. Pretty much by accident Selena's tongue found Demi's clit, a friendship soon forming between them as Selena made sure her tongue really got to know Demi's clit. That really had Demi moaning and whimpering, as did the gentle pressure Selena occasionally put against the entrance to her love tunnel, but never enough pressure to penetrate it.

Selena's tongue bumbling around her pussy sent Demi somewhere higher than cloud nine but as the other Disney girl slowly got the hang of tonguing twat Demi's paradise became a weird mix of heaven and hell. The pleasure was overwhelming, but as good as it was Demi was almost 100% sure that if Selena slid her tongue into her honey hole it would feel even better. In fact Demi was almost 100% sure that if Selena slid her tongue into her honey hole it would redefine her understanding of the word pleasure.

Unfortunately Selena seemed happy with what she was doing, leaving Demi again to debate whether she wanted the pleasure her body craved more than she wanted to be enjoying being with the girl of her dreams.

Luckily just as Demi started to wonder that Selena pressed her tongue against Demi's entrance and agonisingly slowly pushed her way into the welcoming hole, Demi moaning, groaning, whimpering and crying with every little bit of added tongue that entered her.

Selena had loved the way Demi had felt around her fingers and she might just love the way the other girl felt around her tongue even more. It was kind of a weird feeling... but good weird, and as she kept her tongue inside Demi's love passage Selena became more and more used to it.

When she felt comfortable enough to try the next step Selena began slowly sliding her tongue from Demi and then pushed it back inside at the same speed, repeating the process and in doing so establishing a slow tongue fucking rhythm.

Before Selena had inserted her tongue inside her Demi's pussy had been over flowing with girl cream and now a tongue was gently sliding in and out of it Demi's juices were flowing almost like a river out of her love hole. Most of these juices ended up covering Selena's face however a good portion slid over her tongue, into her mouth and right down her throat. The juices which went down her throat only made Selena want more, and in an effort to get it while hopefully also bringing Demi pleasure Selena removed her tongue completely, tightened her mouth around Demi's pussy lips and began sucking. As a result Selena got her wish and then some, her mouth practically over flowing until she switched again to tongue fucking.

Selena continued to switch back and forth between sucking and tongue fucking, even pulling back to give Demi's pussy lips a couple of licks before diving back into her hole tongue first.

While Selena was experimenting Demi laid back and tried to comprehend what she was feeling.

Demi had always known she was gay, had always known when it came to sex she wanted it to be with another girl, had always known it would be wonderful, but even her most passionate lesbian fantasies hadn't done this justice.

The feeling of another girl's mouth and tongue worshipping her special place inside and out was the most wonderful thing Demi had ever felt. Nothing could be better than this. Nothing.

That it was Selena doing this to her only made it more perfect, a fact Demi almost couldn't believe. She never truly believe the best friend she'd ever had would be willing to be with her like this, and although it was kind of silly Demi couldn't help looking down between her thighs every couple of minutes just to check it really was Selena going down on her. Actually getting to watch another girl between her legs was hot enough as it was, seeing Selena there every time made it perfect. However Demi needed to at least lift her head up to get a proper view which was awkward and even a little painful.

As much as Demi loved watching Selena work it was almost better just to close her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. Besides every time Selena gave her the slightest bit of extra pleasure her head fell back as she let out a louder cry of pleasure, an occurrence that became increasingly common as the pussy eating continued.

Soon Demi wasn't just throwing her head back, she was digging her fingernails into the bed sheets and practically crying in pleasure as Selena began increasing the speed of her tongue thrusts until it all became too much.

The final straw was when Selena suddenly twisted her tongue around in a twirling motion inside the younger brunette's pussy, hitting sweet spots inside it Demi didn't even know about.




True Love Waits



First Demi let out a little cry, and then a massive scream as she was overwhelmed by an orgasm which was somehow even more powerful than the one she had received from the finger fucking, which she didn't think was possible. Apparently it was if the euphoria that followed her was any indication.

Before she even had a chance to recover she came again, and then again, and then again, Demi too lost in paradise to comprehend exactly what Selena was doing to her or even what she was feeling as her mind melted into mush.

Selena had tasted Demi's cum before on her fingers but drinking them from the source was even more intoxicating, the slightly older girl craving more before she'd even finished swallowing the first batch of Demi cum which flowed into her mouth.

Wanting more, and of course wanting to give the girl she loved more pleasure, Selena removed her mouth from Demi's honey hole and clamped down hard on her clit, licking and sucking it as if her life depended on it, while easily sliding two fingers inside the other Disney star's welcoming hole and beginning to thrust them in and out of her roughly.

Using this technique Selena was able to squeeze a couple more climaxes out of Demi before she returned to drink down the fruits of her labour, bringing the younger brunette to another orgasm or too in the process before finally removing her mouth and kissing her way up Demi's still quivering body.

When they were face to face the two girls stared at each other for a few moments, and then Selena grinned and opened her mouth to say something only for Demi to suddenly sit up and capture her lips with her own.

Forgetting what she was going to say Selena allowed Demi's tongue into her mouth so she could massage it with her own as the other brunette slowly turned them over, pressing her body down on top of her once they had switched positions in continuing the kiss for a while until pulling back, the two girls staring at each other again before Demi slowly lowered her lips down to the soft flesh of Selena's neck.

Selena moaned softly as Demi's lips caressed her neck, gently at first, and then sucking and licking her soft flesh, even pulling a page out of Selena's book by nipping at her gently.

It wasn't long before they were both horny for more, but Demi was determined to take things slow, so with that in mind she took a long time on Selena's neck and then even longer on her breasts once she finally kissed her way down to them.

When Demi's mouth closed around her nipple Selena let out an extra loud moan of pleasure, and then continued to moan as the best friend she'd ever had began sucking on that sensitive little ball of flesh, moving to the other to do the same and then going back and forth between them.

Demi experimented with licking and the occasional bite but she spent most of her time sucking Selena's nipples, mostly at a slow and gentle pace, but sometimes sucking down hard just to make her former BFF moan extra loudly for her.

As Demi continued worshipping Selena's pert little titties the slightly older girl gently slid her fingers into the younger girl's hair, stroking it affectionately as a further sign that her efforts were very much appreciated.

Soon after this Demi began kissing her way down Selena's flat stomach, Selena's hand remaining in her hair, the older brunette's breathing quickening as she prepared herself for the pleasure to come.

Once she had reached her destination Demi stopped and stared at the treasure between Selena's legs, becoming transfixed by it. Suddenly it felt as if every moment of her existence had been building to this, to this fulfilment of a dream, a fantasy, a hope, something she never thought would come true but now that it had she was determined to savour every second of it.

Closing her eyes Demi breathed in deeply, sighed contently at the wonderful smell, and then looked up to see Selena staring down at her.

"You're beautiful." Demi whispered softly, before she leaned forward to give Selena's pussy one quick, long lick.

Instantly loving the taste Demi was unable to wait another second before extending her tongue to lick Selena's centre again and again, quickly establishing a soft but steady rhythm.

The idea of licking another girl's pussy had always been incredibly exciting to Demi. She couldn't remember a time that the idea had disgusted her or seemed weird. Sure, when she was seven Demi had no idea how sex worked, but she knew even then she would prefer dating a girl, just as she knew she had to keep that a secret if she was going to make it as a singer or an actress. When she had first learned about sex Demi clearly remembered it was heterosexual sex which grossed her out while lesbian sex seemed so wondrous, a fact which had remained as puberty continued.

Now here she was, licking her first pussy and everything about it only confirmed what she had known her entire life, she was a carpet munching lesbo, a total dyke.

This certainly didn't change as she began experimenting with her tongue, just as Selena had done, sliding her tongue around the older girl's pussy lips, teasing the entrance to her hole, and most importantly finding Selena's clit. The first time Demi flicked her tongue over Selena's clit and made the other brunette moan the loudest moan of the night so far Demi knew her tongue and Selena's clit were going to be great friends. Best friends. Friends like she and Selena used to be, spending lots of time together, seeing each other for hours on any given day.

Had Selena known Demi was hoping her tongue was going to become such great friends with her clit she would have let Demi know that she shared her hope. In fact she hoped Demi's tongue would become friends with every inch of her pussy, and from the way Demi's tongue was lovingly exploring it Selena's hopes didn't seem to be unfounded.

Any doubts Selena had about her bisexuality were a distant memory by now. Girls rocked. They tasted great and their tongues felt so, so good on her pussy. Well, Demi tasted great and Demi's tongue felt so, so good on her pussy, but Selena doubted it would be any different for a different girl, and while her mind may have strayed to other girls now and again the only one she'd ever truly wanted was Demi, so the fact that things were wonderful with her was all that mattered.

However as wonderful as they were Selena knew they could be better.

She remembered how Demi went berserk when she slid her tongue inside her, and while Demi seemed content in what she was doing Selena found herself becoming increasingly impatient.

Eventually Selena spoke, her normally husky voice dripping with pure lust and desire, "Please... Demi, no more teasing. Take me... fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue."

As role models to thousands of teens and children around the world Selena and Demi didn't swear. It was an unwritten rule for Disney stars, one the brunettes had even discussed and agreed that it wasn't right for them to use that type of language under any situation.

They didn't even like using bad words in their heads, so when Selena dropped not one but two F-bombs it was incredibly shocking to both girls, but for some twisted reason also kind of a turn on.

Without removing her face from in between the other girl's legs Demi looked up into Selena's eyes with a look of pure lust and desire, before shoving her tongue deep inside the younger girl.

It wasn't at all how Demi had intended to penetrate another girl's pussy with her tongue for the first time. In fact she had dreamed of doing it slowly, taking her time to savour every moment of it, but hearing Selena swear lit a fire inside her to the point where she just couldn't stop herself.

She also couldn't stop herself from giving Selena's pussy a couple of hard tongue thrusts before she came to her senses somewhat, slowing down the tongue fucking so she could savour the moment.

Her tongue was inside another girl. Her tongue was inside another girl's pussy. Her tongue was inside Selena's pussy.

The realisation of it was so overwhelming Demi actually stopped for a moment, a whimper of complaint from Selena quickly brought her out of her daze.

"No... please... don't stop Dems. Do it... fuck me." Selena half whimpered, half begged softly.

Demi had never heard Selena sound so needy before. It was intoxicating, as was the forbidden swear word for some reason.

Not even wanting to think about denying the girl she loved Demi started thrusting her tongue in and out again, moving it around inside the other girl to try and find her most sensitive spots. As she did this Demi sealed her mouth tightly around Selena's entrance, allowing almost all the juices to slide down her throat.

With every additional drop she swallowed Demi seemed to not only increasingly grow to love the taste of girl cream but actually start craving it, every ounce of her being aching to consume every ounce of that juicy liquid which was pure Selena Gomez. However she wouldn't allow herself to go out of her way to swallow Selena's girly liquid because she couldn't do it without taking her concentration away from pleasuring the girl she had secretly been in love with since childhood.

Demi tried to have the best of both, drinking down as much Selena cream as possible in between fucking her with her tongue, listening carefully to the older Disney star's moans and groans for advice exactly where she should put her tongue.

It wasn't just moans and groans coming out of Selena's mouth though as every time a swear word fell from her lips Demi would give her a hard tongue thrust or suck harder on her pussy lips, resulting in more bad words coming out of Selena's mouth than ever before.

Selena had promised herself she would never stoop to swearing like this, but she had never imagined she would be faced with so much pleasure as a reward, and at least she could comfort herself with the fact that no one was around. It was just her and the best friend she'd ever had... the best friend she'd ever had who was now fucking her with her tongue.

The sensations were everything Selena had imagined them to be and more, the older brunette writhing around on the bed as she was introduced to pleasures which felt unworldly.

She was in heaven. That could be the only explanation for what she was feeling. At the very least she had found heaven on earth, a heaven she was determined to find a lot from now on.

However just as she thought this Selena was introduced to a higher level of heaven on earth as Demi twirled her tongue inside her, accidentally connecting with Selena's G-spot and sending her to a paradise that not even Demi's fingers had sent her too.

Demi didn't let up, relentlessly fucking Selena through her orgasm and making her crash over the edge of a second, and then a third, and then Selena's brain pretty much melted away, the star of Wizards Of Waverly Place unable to even comprehend what she was going through.

Demi tried to concentrate on Selena's pleasure, she really did, bringing her friend to a couple of orgasms before her own desires took over and she began concentrating on swallowing down the ambrosia which was Selena's cum. It had been the best thing she had ever tasted on her fingers but to drink it straight from the source was so good it was beyond description, Demi simply becoming lost in it, the young dyke knowing she could happily spend the rest of her life in between these beautiful thighs.

As Selena finally started coming down from her high Demi was left feeling incredibly guilty, actually a little nervous as she kissed her way up Selena's body only to be relieved when she saw nothing but love and gratitude in the other girl's eyes.

"That was... that was... wow... oh my gosh, I've never, I never... thank you." Selena gasped, kissing Demi softly but passionately for a few more long moments before she broke the lip lock, stared into her eyes, and then let out a little giggle, "And to think... I was so sure you were straight."

"Really?" Demi asked with a grin.

"Really." Selena replied, before pausing and then adding truthfully, "Well... I wasn't sure. I kept feeling like you were sending me mixed signals."

"I kind of felt the same way sometimes, but I figured I was just fooling myself." Demi admitted, "I did try and drop a few hints here and there but I was too chicken to ever actually come out and say it."

"Me too." Selena said, pressing her forehead against Demi's, "Thank gosh one of us finally said it."

They smiled at each other, kissed again and stared into each other's eyes, Demi noticing Selena looked as if there was something on her mind.

"Selena, is everything ok?" Demi asked, a little concerned.

"Everything's fine." Selena said a little quickly, biting her lip a little before continuing, "I mean, everything's just so... wonderful... but..."

"But?" Demi echoed, sounding worried.

"But I was wondering if you could do something for me." Selena added quickly.

Demi still looked unsure but said truthfully, "There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you."

Selena smiled, kissed Demi and said, "Wait here."

In a flash Selena was off the bed, reaching into her bag for the special birthday present she had been keeping for quite some time before returning to the bed with it, placing it on her lap and staring at Demi silently for a few moments.

"I bought this for my sweet 16th. It was kind of a present for both of us, one I was going to get you to give to me after I... after I finally told you that I was in love with you." Selena admitted, "But I chickened out. I wanted to give it to you for your sweet 16th, and then on your 17th, and about half a dozen times in between, but... but I'm giving it to you now."

With that Selena cautiously handed Demi the present, Demi pausing to look at it before cautiously unwrapping it, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open a little as she saw what it was.

"If it's too much too soon that's ok, but... just so you know... I want it to be you. I want it to be you that I lose my virginity too." Selena said, "I know I technically just did, but I don't want there to be any doubt. I want you to be my first in every way."

Demi blinked a few times, and then asked softly, "How does it work?"

It was probably one of the most dorky and stupid things she could have said but Selena just smiled at her and took the toy out of the box she had opened a long time ago in preparation for this moment.

"Well... first you've got to stand up." Selena said.

There was a pause and then Demi did so, her legs barely supporting her as they felt like they were made out of jelly. Somehow she was able to lift first one and then the other leg up as she stepped into the harness, Selena pulling the dildo up until she could strap it tightly around Demi's waist.

Taking the shaft into her hand Selena began stroking it as if it was real, looking up at Demi with this sultry expression which almost made the other girl whimper.

Selena opened her mouth to make an excuse of why she was doing what she was doing, but she got caught staring into Demi's eyes and forgot the lines she had imagined saying so many times in this situation, so instead of saying anything she let her actions speak for her.

Leaning her head forward Selena opened her mouth a little wider and then closed her lips around the head of the strap on, beginning to suck on it softly, the whole time looking at Demi to make sure this wasn't weirding her out. It was a little hard to tell given Demi was just staring blankly down at her, but because she didn't complain Selena decided to continue sucking on the dildo, bobbing her head up and down so she could slowly begin to take more and more of the toy.

Demi felt a little weird and awkward standing there with a dildo strapped around her waist, but she was transfixed by Selena sucking the strap on. She could feel no physical pleasure from it but watching Selena sucking the dildo was oddly intoxicating, arousing even, although it did cause her to wonder if Selena had sucked any of her boyfriend's cocks which caused a little jealousy to wash over her which was a little off putting.

Although her exs had tried to talk her into it Selena had never taken a real cock in her mouth. She had sucked on this dildo before, and others like it, preparing in case one day she did fall in love with a boy and wanted to do this for him, or in case she was in this exact situation with another girl. Selena was happy it was the latter, especially considering a boy might have been disappointed that she only took a few inches into her mouth, not even daring to try taking it down her throat at this stage, while Demi didn't complain. Of course this wouldn't actually be pleasurable for Demi, so after making sure the first few inches were wet Selena spit onto her hand and began rubbing the shaft like she was trying to jerk it off, making sure it was all wet before looking at Demi again.

"I think that'll do it." Selena said softly, hoping Demi would get what she meant as she slowly got up and got onto her back on the bed, and then added after a pause, "Well... are you coming?"

Demi smiled, and then slowly crawled onto the bed, Selena spreading her legs as she approached so that Demi would have easy access to her virgin hole.

Soon they were face to face, Demi pressing the head of the strap on against Selena's entrance, the two girls staring into each other's eyes with a mix of love and nervousness.

"It'll hurt." Demi said, again putting her foot in her mouth.

"It'll be worth it." Selena insisted.

Smiles were exchanged, and then Demi said, "I love you Selena."

"I love you too Demi." Selena replied.

It was a tender moment, followed by an excruciatingly painful one for both of them, although one being physical and the other mental as Demi hated causing Selena pain while Selena tried to grit her teeth and bare it.

"Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?" Demi asked quickly.

"No. Don't stop, I'm fine, it's just... something that had to be done." Selena forced out through mostly gritted teeth as she tried to get over the losing of her cherry, "I... I think I'm ok now... please don't stop, I... I want you inside of me."

Finding Selena's last sentence incredibly erotic even though the girl she loved was in pain Demi pressed on, slower this time, adding one inch at a time instead of giving one hard thrust, although in her defence that had been to break Selena's heyman, and now that was out of the way she could go as slow as she wanted.

Unfortunately no matter how slowly she went Demi continued to cause Selena pain, but it was far more bearable, and even though it hurt Selena knew it would be worth it for the pleasure that would come later. In fact it immediately became worth it when Demi ran out of inches, meaning the entire length of Demi's dick was inside her, the thought of it causing Selena to moan.

"Oh gosh... oh gosh... oh gosh... f... fuck me..." Selena whimpered softly, trying not to swear, "Take me... please Demi... I... ooooooohhhhhhhh!"

Not able to deny Selena for even a second after hearing her sexy voice beg for her like that Demi slowly pulled back, inch after inch of strap on slowly sliding from Selena's twat before Demi reversed the process, slowly pushing all the way back inside the girl she loved. Doing this over and over again Demi quickly established a slow and steady rhythm, trying to move in and out of Selena gently, but not too gently, trying to get it just right.

It was tough going as having that dildo strapped around her waist felt incredibly weird, and even as she got used to it it was still a little weird, but any weirdness Demi might have been feeling was made meaningless by the fact Selena seemed to be overwhelmed by pleasure. Or at least Demi was almost 100% sure it was pleasure. She studied her former best friend's face tirelessly, looking for any small indication Selena was in serious pain. At first Selena obviously struggled, but she was obviously receiving pleasure too, and eventually any sounds or expressions of pain disappeared, replaced by pure sounds and expressions of joy. Those sounds and expressions enticed Demi to thrust harder, to take Selena hard, to fuck her better than anyone else ever could. However there was a problem with that, Demi didn't want to fuck Selena, she wanted to make love to her.




True Love Waits



From the very beginning of the night Demi had been trying to make love to Selena, but it felt like their hormones kept getting in the way, sometimes subtlely, sometimes not so subtlely, and as a result they were fucking more than they were making love which was not how Demi had imagined her first time with Selena would be. Ok, so she should just be grateful that she was getting to be with her at all, but now Demi was getting everything she ever wanted she couldn't help want more. She couldn't help wanting to make this night perfect, or at least as close to perfect as it could be. Selena deserved that. Her true love deserved that.

With that in mind Demi used every ounce of self-control she had to continue slowly making love to Selena's love hole with her fake cock, wanting to take the girl she loved as softly and gently as possible, give her as much pleasure as she could for as long as she could.

Demi was certainly achieving her goal as Selena didn't think she'd ever felt such pleasure before. Actually that wasn't true, she had been in this much pleasure and more from Demi's fingers, mouth and tongue respectively, but this pleasure was different. This pleasure was at least partly coming from places inside herself that had never been reached before, spots inside her love canal which were previously unreachable now being awkwardly stimulated.

It was obvious Demi was having a little trouble with the strap on but still persevering which just made her seem so cute to Selena. Then again Demi had always been cute. Sweet too. And as they matured she became something else as well, sexy.

Selena knew she was hot and she loved the fact that so many were transfixed by her beauty, but it seemed to her a lot of people selled Demi short when in Selena's eyes the other brunette was just as hot as her, maybe even a little more so. Of course she didn't love herself in the same way she loved Demi so she was kind of bias. Still, it was odd but in a way Demi never looked so beautiful, or so cute, to Selena than she did right at this moment, her brow furrowed as she desperately concentrated in thrusting that wonderful pleasure giving poll in and out of Selena's horny honey hole.

Getting a look at Demi's beautiful face was a nice little bonus for Selena, or at least it was when her eyes weren't closed in ecstasy, the slightly older Disney star slowly becoming overwhelmed by the feelings of pleasure coursing through her.

More than nearly anything Selena wanted to beg Demi for more, however the same thought that was going through Demi's head was also going through Selena's, that being she had always imagined their first time together being totally soft and gentle and it seemed a shame to spoil the mood now they finally had what they had always wanted. However while Demi could have been happy doing this all night Selena just didn't possess that type of patients. Besides, just because something wasn't soft didn't mean it wasn't passionate, and there eventually reached a point where it was hard passion she was craving far more than soft romance.

"P... please Demi... harder. I, oh, I can't take it any more... oh... please, harder... give it to me harder... I need it harder." Selena begged softly, "Ohhhhhhh Demi, Dem, please, more, harder mmmmmmm oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!"

Despite wanting to make slow, gentle love to the other girl Demi couldn't deny Selena what she wanted, although she tried to find a happy middle.

Still finding suddenly 'having a cock' a little awkward the first hard thrust was a little to hard but after minimal trial and error Demi was able to settle into a rhythm drastically faster and harder than before, however it was by no stretch of the imagination brutal. In truth she had fucked Selena with her fingers a lot harder, but her fingers were tiny compared to the monster now strapped around her waist and Demi just couldn't imagine being able to go faster than this without hurting Selena, either immediately or afterwards as this big cock could easily stretch Selena's snatch so widely it instantly caused her pain and/or left her sore as hell.

Although Demi still couldn't be 100% sure she wasn't hurting Selena her former best friend and now lover certainly wasn't acting like it, Selena moaning, groaning, whimpering and even occasionally swearing in a way which awoke something inside Demi that the younger singer/actress had never known existed within her, a desire for rougher sex. Each moan, groan, whimper and swear word made Demi's newly found desire grow but no matter how much part of her was aching for it she would never go harder than this. She would never run the risk of hurting Selena like that. She never wanted to run the risk of hurting Selena again.

Demi had believed she had done the right thing by distancing herself from Selena before they both got hurt, but now she saw it had been the biggest mistake of her life, and she would do anything to make it right, even if it meant spending a couple of hours each night awkwardly thrusting a fake cock strapped around her waist into Selena's obviously eager hole, although Demi did have to admit, she was kind of starting to get the hang of it.

While Demi thought she was kind of starting to get the hang of it as far as Selena was concerned she had mastered it. True she didn't have anything to compare this to but she couldn't imagine how it could be any better.

At first Selena wished Demi would fuck her harder, like those first couple of thrusts, only less awkward, however as the fucking continued Selena realised Demi had accidentally stumbled upon the perfect rhythm.

It wasn't so soft that her pussy wasn't getting closer and closer to climax and at the same time it wasn't hard enough to cause her any pain whatsoever. It was just right. It was perfect. It was... it was love making.

That's exactly what this was. Demi was making love to her, taking her firmly but the way she did it, the way she moved, the way she looked at her, every little touch in detail of this was pure love.

Selena's heart fluttered as she realised Demi was giving her what she'd always wanted, what they had always said they both wanted while apparently both wishing it was the other who would do it.

Demi was making sure Selena's first-time, the first time she had sex in the 'traditional way', was all about love. Selena's first-time was with her true love, and they were making love. Thanks to Demi, her true love, Selena had totally lived up to her promise ring and as a result it made this even better, knowing she had secretly promised herself to Demi all those years ago and now she was Demi's. Demi was now inside her, making love to her, making her feel like every girl should their first time. It was so wonderful it brought tears of joy to her eyes, Selena desperately wanting Demi to know how good she was making her feel before she made her cum.

"Oh Demi, oh Dems, your, oh, you're making me feel so good. I ooooohhhhhhh... I can't believe I got so lucky. You're my first. The way it was always supposed to be." Selena whimpered and moaned, "I knew mmmmmmmm... oooooohhhhhhh, I knew being with you would be like this. I didn't know it was going to be this good, but I oooooooohhhhhh, I always knew it would be good. It would be right. It would be what it was supposed to be. I love you Demi."

"I love you too Selena. And... and you're right... this is what it was always supposed to be." Demi gasped.

Hearing Demi say that sent a rush of pure emotional joy through Selena's body, a rush of pure physical joy shortly following as she went crashing over the edge of a monster orgasm. It was hard to tell if it was more powerful, less powerful or about the same when compared with the climaxes she had received from having Demi's tongue inside her, but as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her body shook one thing became clear to Selena, she loved this. She loved cock, at least when it was strapped around the waist of the girl she loved.

Wanting to make up for her selfish behaviour earlier Demi continued her steady rhythm in and out of Selena, bringing the slightly older Disney girl to a few more climaxes, twice as many as when she had used her tongue, each one making Selena act in the same adorably cute way, before she finally started slowing down, the other brunette whimpering softly as she did so and extra loudly when she came to a stop and then slowly pulled out of her.

Slowly untangling herself from the girl she was in love with Demi awkwardly got to her feet, unstrapped the dildo, and then stood there for a couple of seconds awkwardly holding the thing, trying to check whether Selena was even conscious or not. At first it was uncertain given the way the other girl was breathing softly with her eyes closed, but just as Demi was about to give up Selena's eyes blinked open and she smiled dreamily up at her.

Demi return the smile and then asked, "Where should I put this?"

Selena looked thoughtful for a moment and then smile again, "How about... around my waist. That is, if you wanna..."

Demi's shocked reaction caused Selena to trail nervously, but she needn't have worried.

"Are you... are you sure you have the energy?" Demi asked.

Selena smiled, then jumped up, grabbed the strap on from Demi's hands and then pushed the younger brunette down onto the bed, the two girls giggling slightly.

"Oh, I have energy... energy enough to do something I've always wanted to do." Selena said, stepping into the strap on and pulling it up her legs.

"Really, what's that?" Demi asked, failing to sound innocent, although she wasn't really trying that hard.

"Fuck your brains out with one of these things." A fully strapped up Selena replied as she crawled onto the bed, Demi welcoming her with open arms. Once they were face to face she checked, "This is alright isn't it Dems? Because we don't have too."

"I want too." Demi confirmed, "Just... be gentle."

Selena smiled, "I promise."

Demi braced herself as Selena pressed the tip of the dildo against her virgin entrants, in some ways preparing for Selena to break her promise as gentle wasn't going to cut it for the first part.

"Demi." Selena said, looking to take her friend's mind off what was about to happen, "You have a promise ring too. As a necklace."

"Yeah, so?" Demi asked, not sure where Selena was going with this.

"So... did you?" Selena asked cautiously.

"Did I what?" Demi frowned.

"Did you wait?" Selena clarified.

For a second Demi continued to frown, and then realisation struck. Selena was asking her if she had waited for her first time to be with her true love.

"Yes." Demi said, not a hint of doubt in her voice.

Selena smiled, enjoyed the moment, and then took Demi's virginity in one hard thrust, just as Demi had done with her, the dildo being forced into the tight orifice and breaking the little seal that would have kept any further exploration to a minimum.

Demi screamed in pain, momentarily wondering why she had chosen to go through such agony, before Selena's forehead came to rest against her own, somehow suddenly making everything seem alright. There was still pain, not as much as before, but still very noticeable, however it didn't matter as long as Selena was there for her. Whether it was because of Selena or her body adjusting naturally the pain eventually vanished, returning briefly as Selena slid into her further, each inch stretching Demi painfully like never before, but her vagina walls eventually began relaxing around the object until it was no longer painful, perhaps even a little pleasurable.

When it was finally all the way inside her Selena stopped completely, allowing the pain to eventually fade, hopefully for good this time, Demi's pussy trying to get used to having something so big inside it for the first time.

Minutes ticked by and still Selena remained still as a statue. Just when Demi was about to tell her she could try moving Selena did, Demi letting out a cry of pleasure and pain as Selena slowly slid out of her, and then back into her, repeating the process Demi had used not that long ago with the same steady rhythm that she had used.

The few moments of pain quickly faded into uncomfortableness, uncomfortableness which unfortunately continued for a while, but that too eventually faded, and when it did Demi was left with only one thing, pleasure. It wasn't much at first, although it was competing with the uncomfortableness when it first started, however it slowly grew stronger and stronger. When pleasure was all there was Demi quickly began moaning, beginning to love what was happening to her.

Although Demi had many, many fantasies about being with Selena this wasn't one of them. It wasn't that she hadn't considered using a dildo. She had. She had a lot. She found some of the shapes and sizes a little intimidating, but she was sure they all serve the purpose. For the life of her though she hadn't been able to get the idea of a strap on. She got how it worked in theory, but she always thought that wearing one would make her feel silly, and it had, although it turns out it had been worth it to give Selena pleasure. Demi had even enjoyed herself. Being able to take Selena in that way had been so weirdly erotic and intoxicating that Demi knew she would never have a problem with doing that for Selena again. Still, she had wondered if being on the receiving end would be weird.

As it turned out it was, but in a wonderful way. It felt wonderful to be so full, and to be taken by Selena in this way was just as weirdly erotic and intoxicating as taking Selena had been. And being able to look into Selena's eyes the whole time, it was almost beyond description it was so good.

While Demi had never imagined this Selena had. Many, many times. In fact it was one of her biggest fantasies. She and Demi, losing their cherries to each other, completely giving one another everything they had to give. It was always such an erotic fantasy which never failed to make Selena cum, and the reality was even better. Ok, so maybe they could have taken each other's cherries with an ordinary dildo, but it just wouldn't have been the same. Selena had lost her 'real' virginity to Demi. She had allowed the other girl to take her in the traditional way a boy takes a girl, and now Selena was doing the same to Demi, uniting them together in such an intimate and primal way.

In Selena's mind it wasn't just a a man-made toy that was in between her legs, it was her cock. For that moment in time as far as she was concerned it was her cock that was slowly pumping in and out of Demi, filling the other girl like never before in a way other things and people might do later, although she hoped not, but whatever happened Demi would remember this, would remember it was Selena's face she looked up into when she was taken like this for the first time, just as Selena was always going to remember it was Demi's face she looked up into when she was taken for the first time.

As she took the girl she loved an away neither one of them would ever forget the urge to fuck the other brunette harder than ever before became unbearable.

Selena had been very careful to go as slow as she possibly could at first, stretching Demi out until she was ready for more of a steadier fucking. As Demi's moans of pleasure increased Selena gradually picked up the pace until she was fucking the other girl at what could be just about called a steady pace. It bore a striking resemblance to the slightly rougher fucking Demi had given her right before she had made her cum, although a teensy bit softer. Selena was itching to pick up speed though, and from the sounds of it so was Demi, she was sure of it.

"What do you want me to do Demi. Tell me." Selena ordered.

Part of Demi would have still been happy doing this for a lot longer, but there was another part of her that wanted something else, something that Selena obviously wanted too so she decided to go with that.

"I want you to go faster, harder. I want you to do me harder." Demi moaned.

"Mmmmmm... not good enough. Tell me exactly what it is you want me to do." Selena demanded.

Demi smiled. She could tell what the other girl wanted to hear, and while she kind of wanted to do what Selena wanted she couldn't help thinking it would be more fun not to when it came to this.

So smiling even wider Demi replied with, "Make love to me. I want you to make love to me."

It wasn't what Selena had been trying to get Demi to say, but once she had said that there was no way Selena could stop herself from giving the birthday girl what she wanted. What they both wanted.

Demi cried out joyfully as Selena increase the pace, dramatically increasing her pleasure in the process, however a little whimper of dissatisfaction fell from Demi's lips moments later as she imagined Selena pounding her pussy. To experience something like that at this stage would be wonderful, and would no doubt make her cum, but it would turn this into a fuck, and the truth was Demi didn't want Selena to fuck her. She wanted Selena to make love to her.

At the same time there wasn't anything Demi wouldn't do for Selena, so if Selena wanted to pound her pussy she would let her do it.

Just as Demi was preparing herself to submit to the physical joy that would be a hard pussy pounding Selena halted in her attempts to increase the pace so that she was moving at the same speed Demi had been before, finding the perfect balance of a quick pace but not to the point it could be anything remotely associated with brutal, a fact which brought Demi the most wonderful mental joy as her heart fluttered.

Selena was doing what Demi wanted. She was making love to her. That moment alone might have been enough to make Demi cum, but the young singer chose to hold back, wanting to savour the moment.

Demi couldn't have imagined herself holding back from an orgasm under these circumstances before tonight, but now she was she couldn't help thinking she had been wrong about strap ons. Strap ons rocked, and she would have no problem using one on Selena whenever the other girl wanted, or letting Selena using one on her whenever she wanted. In fact, for the first time in her life Demi could actually see herself asking for permission to take another girl in this way, and be taken in this way.

As for Selena she definitely wanted to do this again. She wanted Demi to fuck her with a strap on and she wanted to do the same to Demi. She wanted to do it over and over again. She wanted to start secretly dating this girl and for strap on fun to be a regular occurrence in their sex play. For that she was going to need to make Demi love this. She was going to need to make her cum.

It would probably be a lot easier for Selena to achieve her goals if she could give Demi a harder fucking, but it wasn't what Demi wanted, and deep down it wasn't what Selena wanted either.

Demi had done such a great job of making sure Selena's first time was all about love, making sure Selena kept the promise that she had made to herself through all those years of wearing that promise ring. It was a concept they both believed in and it was only fair that Demi was given the same treatment. It was what she deserved after being so good to Selena.

So pushing aside her own horny feelings Selena concentrated on steadily making love to Demi, staring into the eyes of her lover as she brought her pleasure. Just from staring into Demi's eyes Selena could tell she was doing the right thing. She could also tell her friend was getting ready to cum. Demi just needed a little something to push her over the edge, something which Selena fully intended to give her.

Leaning in close Selena whispered huskily, "Please Demi... please, cum for me. Cum on my cock. Cum on my cock while I'm f... while I'm making love to you."

Hearing those last words sent Demi crashing over the edge, her heart beating a mile a minute and her eyes becoming blurry as she was rocked by a super powerful climax. After holding back for so long it was really no surprise that her orgasm was as strong as it was, nor was it a surprise that the strong orgasm was followed by a couple of its friends, Selena returning the multi orgasm favour from earlier as the older girl continued steadily making love to the younger girl.




True Love Waits



Through it all Selena was transfixed by how beautiful Demi looked mid-climax. It was something she had thought when they were cumming together after the fingering, but then Selena had been a little preoccupied with her own pleasure and hadn't had the chance to fully appreciate just how pretty Demi was when she came. Selena knew she would happily strive to see that look again, many times over.

Just when Demi thought it might become too much Selena slowed down, eventually coming to a complete stop, at which point she slowly, gently pulled out, forcing a whimper from Demi's lips as the toy was removed.

As an apology of sorts Selena lent down to kiss her, wondering how to approach what she wanted to do next. In a way it almost seemed a shame to ask considering how perfect thing seemed to be at that moment, but Selena just couldn't help herself.

"Demi, how tired are you?" Selena questioned.

"Exhausted, why?" Demi giggled throatily.

"Well I was just thinking there was just a couple more things I wanted to try before we call it a night, but only if you're up for it." Selena explained.

Demi thought about this for a moment. Part of her really just wanted to curl up into bed and go to sleep, preferably with Selena in her arms, but everything so far had been incredible so while there was still even an ounce of strength in her body Demi figured she might as well use it.

"I'm up for it. I'll do whatever you want." Demi said.

"Careful, I might just hold you to that." Selena said with an evil grin, before adding, "Now turn over and get on your hands and knees."

For a second Demi frowned, and then she blushed as she figured Selena probably wanted to do it doggy style, which was true, just not in the way Demi thought it was.

Demi was taken off guard and even giggled a little as Selena grabs onto her ass and begins softly groping the cheeks.

"Has anyone ever told you you've got a great butt Dem?" Selena asked.

"I think you did once or twice when you were extremely caffeinated and we were trying on each other's clothes." Demi laughed.

"Well, I meant it then and you really do... it's very...kiss-able!" Selena said softly, leaning down to press her lips to Demi's rear.

"Selena! What are you doing?" Demi chuckles as Selena presses her lips to her butt over and over again.

"Something I've wanted to do for a very, very long time." Selena said, before she spread Demi's butt cheeks and pressed her lips firmly against the other girl's back hole.

Suddenly things got very serious as Demi finally realised where Selena just might be going with this.

"Oh Selena... that's so... oh..." Demi trailed off as Selena's tongue slid out over her butt hole.

It didn't seem like something that should be pleasant at all, it seemed like something that should be weird and gross, but it... it felt good. However while it felt surprisingly good what it might mean kept going around and around in Demi's head and as a result she became so tense it felt like she was going to explode. It was hard for Selena not to notice this, especially when she pressed her tongue firmly against Demi's rosebud in an ultimately doomed attempt to enter Demi's forbidden hole.

"Are you ok Demi?" Selena asked, "You seem tense."

"T... tense, I'm not tense." Demi insisted unconvincingly.

"Is it because you think I want to butt fuck you with this giant dildo?" Selena asked bluntly, the silence giving her a answer, "Because I do. I want to butt fuck you. I want to take your ass. I want to have you in every possible way, and I think if you give it a chance you'll love it. But today's kind of been intense so if you don't wanna, that's ok."

Demi bit her lip. She wasn't sure how having something so big inside her little virgin pussy would feel so good, but like everything else it had felt wonderful. While she couldn't comprehend it Demi had no reason to believe it wouldn't be the same with this. Besides it was something Selena wanted to do.

"O... ok... do, do whatever you want with me." Demi said softly, lowering her head and lifting her ass up, giving it to the girl she loved.

Selena grinned widely, and said huskily, "Thanks... but you're going to have to relax, ok Dems?"

"Ok." Demi whispered, moaning quickly afterwards as Selena's tongue return to her butt hole.

Automatically Demi tensed, but then forced herself to relax, moaning again as Selena's soft little tongue slowly pushed its way inside her back door and softly licked her previously untouched rectum walls.

Soon Selena's tongue was as deep as it could go, swirling around back there, making Demi moan with the slightest movement.

It didn't seem possible something like this could feel good, but it did. Maybe being butt fucked wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Part of the appeal for both girls was that it was just so naughty. One of them had another girl's tongue in her ass hole, while the other had her tongue up another girl's ass hole. It was so... forbidden. So wrong, and yet it felt so right.

Selena knew she would enjoy doing something so taboo, but like with everything else she had somehow underestimated just how much she would like it. To her relief Demi seemed to like it too, so Selena continued teasing Demi's ass with her tongue, listening very carefully to the other brunette's moans so she could learn exactly where to touch her with her tongue, before she finally lifted herself up and pushed a finger into Demi's ass hole.

"You like that?" Selena asked with a grin as Demi gasped.

"I... I don't know..." Demi answered truthfully.

"Are you sure?" Selena asked as she began slowly sliding her finger in and out of Demi's back door, causing the other girl to moan softly.

"Well... I guess it feel sort of... ok." Demi whimpered.

"Sort of ok?" Selena questioned as she twirled her finger around inside Demi's ass as well as thrusting it in and out, repeating this process for a little while before asking her, "How about now?"

"Better." Demi moaned.

"Really... because from the sounds of it it seems a lot more than just better." Selena said gleefully as she added a second finger, "In fact it kind of sounds like you like it."

"Maybe a little." Demi blushed.

Selena grin, "Do you want to try something a little bigger?"

"L... like what?" Demi asked.

"I don't know... maybe, the big strap on around my waist." Selena said as if she just thought of it.

"I... I don't know." Demi said nervously, "Are you... are you sure it will fit?"

"It's supposed too." Selena said, removing her fingers and pressing the tip of the toy against Demi's puckered rosebud, "You're going to have to relax though."

Easy for you to say, Demi thought to herself as she felt her body become tenser than it had ever been.

For a few moments Demi remained tense as Selena slid the toy up and down her ass crack, and then Selena said, "Seriously Demi, you're going to need to relax. If you don't I'm going to hurt you, and that's the last thing I want to do. Please don't make me hurt you."

Another couple of moments passed and Demi remained tense.

"Fine. I'm not going to hurt you any more than I have too. If you can't relax there's no way I'm doing this." Selena said, moving to get off the bed.

"Wait!" Demi exclaimed, "I'll... I'll relax, I promise."

"Are you sure?" Selena asked.

"Yes. I'm sure. Take me. Take me up the butt." Demi said softly, lifting her ass higher and presenting it to Selena.

Demi still wasn't sure about all this, but it was what Selena wanted, and there was nothing she wouldn't do for Selena.

For a couple of seconds Selena considered whether to actually do it considering how Demi was still obviously worried and unsure about this, but much like losing/taking each other's virginities this wasn't going to be something that either one of them would ever totally comfortable/confident about doing, so Selena might as well get it over with and hope like everything else it was better than her fantasies, or she would settle for just as good if Demi could only enjoy it too.

As confident as she could be that she was doing the right thing Selena carefully guided the head of the strap on against Demi's virgin ass hole and began firmly pushing her way inside, watching in fascination as that tight ring of flesh slowly opened to accept the toy.

Demi clutched the bed sheets as her butt hole began to slowly open wider than it ever had done before, the pain becoming excruciating, but only for a moment as her ass hole closed around the head. Despite herself Demi felt the same rush of excitement Selena did at that moment.

Selena had just taken Demi's anal cherry. Selena had now taken all Demi's cherries, been her first in every way she could. Regardless of what came next, whether it would be pleasure or pain, it seemed worth it in that moment for the simple fact that Selena was now Demi's first in every way.

In savouring that simple fact Demi was allowed plenty of time to relax to the point where the pain really wasn't so bad. Unfortunately just as she seemed to reach that point more pain followed as Selena slowly pushed further and further into her ass, providing Demi with the weirdest pain she had ever known.

After what seemed way too long for Demi's liking Selena's hips came to rest against her ass cheeks, meaning she had that entire dildo buried up her virgin butt, her previously unfilled bowels desperately trying to get used to the intruder.

For a while both girls remained almost as still as statues, the only movement being Selena occasionally stroking Demi gently and cooing as the other girl continued to whimper at the unusual feeling of her previously exit only hole trying to adjust to becoming a cock depository.

Eventually Selena lent down slowly until her bare breasts were pressing into Demi's back, Selena straining her head so she could kiss the other brunette's neck softly as she continued to stroke with one hand, as well as continue cooing, only now in her ear.

"Are you ready?" Selena finally asked after what seemed like an eternity.

Demi nodded her head, and then when nothing happened softly answered, "Yes."

Receiving the answer she wanted Selena kissed Demi's cheek, straightened up, grabbed onto the younger girl's hips and slowly began sliding the strap on dildo from Demi's ass, only removing a few inches before slowly reinserting them and then repeating the process.

The whole time Demi whimpered, bit her lip, gritted her teeth and gripped tightly to the bed sheets in random order. She tried not to do any of them too often, especially not the whimpering or the bed sheet clutching as they were more noticeable, and Demi didn't want Selena to know how much she was hurting her. She knew this was something Selena wanted to try, and Selena didn't want to hurt her, but Demi hadn't been able to see how this could be pleasurable going in and the first few minutes of butt fucking didn't change her mind.

Sure, the pain slowly subsided, but even when it was no longer anything she'd really consider painful it was still weird, and that weirdness just didn't seem to go away.

It did however get even weirder as Demi felt something other than pain or weirdness as a result of the sodomy. But... but it was impossible. It had to be impossible. There was no way something like this could feel that good. Could it?

The stronger rush of pleasure that was sent through her body seemed to answer that question for her as it forced a moan from her lips which shocked Demi and caused Selena to smile.

"You like it?" Selena said, glee evident in her voice.

"I... I... I don't know. I guess. Maybe. I... I don't know." Demi stammered, still not quite believing what she had just felt.

"Well..." Selena said, slowly pulling out further than ever before and then thrusting back quickly for the first time, causing Demi to let out a half gasp, half moan, "We'll just have to do a little more... experimenting."

On the word experimenting Selena gave Demi another hard thrust, her former BFF letting out another encouraging half gasp, half moan in the process. Over and over again Selena did this, randomly giving her friend's butt a quick thrust in between all the slow and steady ones, each time Demi making positive noises. In fact Demi began making positive noises with every thrust, the other girl's moans, groans and whimpers sounding like the sweetest music to Selena's ears.

Despite Demi's poor attempts to hide it Selena was well aware she was causing Demi pain at first, but that was to be expected, and she had been almost positive any pain would eventually get replaced by pleasure which it seemed was exactly what had happened.

Now Demi seemed nice and relaxed Selena began experimenting a little, pulling out quickly and then pushing back in slowly, pulling out and pushing back in quickly, and even grinding her hips up, down, left and right so she was moving the dildo around inside Demi's bowels. Selena did all these things at random along with the occasional slow pulling out and quick pushing back in, the whole time keeping a steady rhythm as the girl she was sodomising continued to moan, grown and whimper for her.

Neither girl was sure how long the slow butt fucking lasted for. It felt like hours as Selena continued to have her fun and Demi continued to struggle with the fact that she was experiencing so much pleasure from being fucked in the ass.

As the ass fucking continued it became abundantly clear to Selena that Demi was ready for something a little harder however the other girl either wasn't sure how to asked for it, embarrassed about asking for it, or was just enjoying the current anal play so much she didn't want it to end. Knowing Demi like she did, or at least had done, it was probably a combination of all them, so it was kind of unclear whether Selena would have been doing Demi favour by picking up speed or whether the other brunette would be disappointed by the change.

As for Selena as much as she enjoyed slowly sodomising the slightly younger girl Selena found herself increasingly wanting to pick up the pace, but was unwilling to do so unless she was sure it was what the other girl wanted.

So, slowly leaning forward so she was resting on top of Demi again, her tits pressing into the other brunette's back, Selena whispered in Demi's ear, "You like it?"

It was the same question which was asked before, and this time Demi was sure of her answer, although it made her blush to say it out loud, "Y... yes."

Selena smiled softly, "Do you want more?"

"More?" Demi breathed as if she didn't understand what Selena meant.

"More. Harder. Faster." Selena offered huskily.

Demi closed her eyes, let out a moan, and then softly breathed, "Yes."

Selena could have been satisfied with that, but she decided to press the issue, "Yes what? What do you want. Tell me."

"I... I... mmmmm, more. Give me more. Ohhhhhh, harder, take me harder, do me faster." Demi moaned.

Selena considered accepting that, but again pressed the issue, "Not good enough. What do you want me to do to you?"

Demi thought for a moment, and then whimpered as she realised what Selena wanted, before opening her mouth to say something she never imagined herself saying, "F... fuck. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Oooooohhhhhh Selena, it's so, oh, please... just, fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck it. Fuck it as hard as you can. Please, oh please Selena, I need it. Mmmmmmmm, fuck me, fuck my ass."

Hearing Demi say that was definitely enough for Selena who straightened up, grabbed onto the younger brunette's hips tightly and started doing what both girls wanted her to do so badly, fuck Demi's ass harder.

Being sure not to give the other girl too much too soon Selena was slow to pick up a rhythm but the first slightly harder thrust was noticeable to Demi who moaned loudly in pleasure, and continued to do so at an ever increasing volume to coincide with the increase in power behind Selena's thrusts.

The uncomfortableness was back, along with even some of the pain, but it was drowned out by incredible if unusual pleasure that flooded Demi's body, the young singer/actress still unable to believe she could feel so much pleasure from her ass. She couldn't believe it, she couldn't understand it, but it was clearly happening, her rectum walls on fire with joy which easily seemed to flow to her dripping pussy and all over her body.

Demi was so horny that she knew all she would have to do is reach down and rubbed her clit a little and she would be cumming in no time. However she didn't, partly because she wanted to enjoy this unusual but wonderful pleasure for as long as she could, and partly because she wanted to see if she could cum from anal pleasure only.

To cum from being butt fucked, and only from being butt fucked, seemed so naughty it actually sent a shiver up and down Demi's spine.

She wondered if she should be ashamed or embarrassed to feel such pleasure from such a forbidden area, but Selena was fucking her so good it was hard to care. After all some still considered lesbianism to be a shameful act, and that was nothing Demi was ashamed of. Sure, she wasn't going to come out to the world any time soon, but it wasn't really the world's business who she slept with, and if the truth of her sexuality ever got out she would not be ashamed or embarrassed of it. She suppose she would be more embarrassed about the fact that she seemed to like it up the butt, but she didn't plan on letting that become public knowledge any time soon, or ever even. Selena could know though, and Demi expected she already did.

If the change in the moaning, groaning and whimpering from the slight mix of pain and pleasure to pure pleasure hadn't been enough of a giveaway the thing that really let Selena know how much Demi liked it up the butt was the other girl's swearing.

Sure, after Selena had practically forced the F-bomb from Demi's lips the younger girl had quickly switched to more PG-13 swearing, mostly consisting of the cutest little cries of 'oh my gosh' and 'Selena', but now the F-word was out there Demi seemed to need to concentrate to keep it in. Eventually it slipped out again and although Selena couldn't see Demi's face she could practically feel her blush, causing Selena of course to grin and fuck the other Disney star harder up the ass.

Despite the very pleasurable reward Demi seemed to work even harder to keep her swearing PG but Selena, who was now determined to make Demi swear, slowed down to only semi fast which caused Demi to whimper, wait a little while and then finally let out a F-bomb, which earned her a harder butt fucking for a couple of thrusts before Selena cruelly slowed down again. Using this rewarding method it wasn't long before Demi was swearing like a sailor, albeit a sailor who was a little embarrassed of their swearing.

It was weird, Selena couldn't imagine anything more taboo or forbidden than anal sex with another girl, but it's wasn't like that was something she and Demi had discussed, or something she discussed with anyone for that matter. She had discussed the evils of swearing, particularly with Demi, both agreeing how unsuitable and unnecessary it was not just when they were working but in any environment, and yet moments ago Selena herself had broken that little taboo with Demi doing the same and it was easily one of the most erotic things Selena had ever experienced.

Because of their documented public objection to swearing it seemed more taboo to both girls than even the butt sex they were now having, which in a twisted way fuelled both their enjoyments.

Becoming lost in the heat of the moment Demi began thrusting back against Selena's anal invading thrusts, driving the dildo harder and faster in and out of the birthday girl's butt.

Seeing Demi's shameless desire for a harder ass fucking turned the fire which had been burning inside of Selena into an inferno, the slightly older girl picking up the pooper pounding pace as she again asked, although this time rhetorically, "You like that Dem? You like me butt fucking you? You like me fucking you in the butt? You do don't you? You like me, Selena, fucking your ass... fucking your ass with my dick! Don't you? Don't you?"




True Love Waits



It was almost midnight and I was racing down a country lane. My cousin had called about 15 minutes before and I was already halfway through the hour drive to her apartment. My mind was racing through a mix of scenes from the past and various reasons for her to call a stop to the wedding. It had been far too long since I'd seen her, and I couldn't let this be the last.

Growing up we'd experimented like most kids do, and as we got older we began to realize how much we loved each other. We were rarely apart until we were 14 when we'd been caught making out by her mother. The next hour is seared into my mind. Her mother creating various scriptures to point out why it was wrong for family members to have an "inappropriate relationship". She never even said the word sex, she was so uptight, but there were several threats and an analogy about what they did to their dog when he got too frisky. None of that bothered me, what hurt the most was how she treated Amber. She may have threatened my life, but she threatened to ruin Ambers'. She even hit her and told her "no man could ever love a whore who would give it away to her own family". The more she railed into Amber, the more my anger rose. I finally agreed to keep away in an attempt to stop the abuse being hurled at the girl I loved.

It had been six years. Six years without so much as hearing her voice and I suddenly got a call from her asking me to come over. I told her I was on my way and before I'd hung up, I was. 

No matter how dysfunctional a family is, news always travels fast. She'd been dating a guy for a couple of years and they were engaged. Even though I didn't get an invitation, I knew the wedding was days away. This was my chance to confess that I still loved her, that I always would. This was my chance to offer some escape. She had to want an escape, or she wouldn't have called. She had to still love me, or she wouldn't risk her mom finding out we saw each other, especially so close to the "big day". This had to be it, this was the night she'd run away with me. I'd been saving for years for a big move. I always imagined this would happen, and we'd need a nest egg to relocate, far from her mothers reach. The speedometer lurched forward as I put all my weight on the accelerator. 

Before long I was parked and bounding up the stairs two at a time to her apartment door. I stopped completely at her door and tried to calm my breathing. I straightened my hair and smoothed my shirt before raising my hand to knock... I paused a moment longer trying to still my mind. What if I was wrong? I tried to think of anything she might want to return to me... after six years? Not likely. Maybe she just wanted to tell me goodbye one last time. Again, we'd already been torn apart before, it wouldn't make sense to get together just to pick at old scabs. I had to be right. I had a huge smile as I knocked and it took all I had to look nonchalant before she opened the door.

"Amber... you're looking more beautiful than ever" her long blond hair fell over her shoulder as her piercing blue eyes stared intently into mine. The lamp behind her seemed to create a halo.

"I'm glad you came"

"Did you ever doubt I would? I'll always be here for you." 

I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her small frame. Her arms wound around my back, and I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest. I turned my face down to kiss the top of her head. We just stood there in her doorway holding each other for what seemed like an eternity. I closed my eyes and time unraveled. We were back in her room that afternoon before her mother came in and found us. Still enveloped in each others love and wrapped in innocence. She still had the same scent, the same soft straight strands of gold cascaded past her shoulders and over my hands. The memories flooded back and I couldn't help but whisper,"I'll always love you, Amber, and I'll always do everything in my power to make you happy."

She stepped back, my arms still on her shoulders, and looked into my eyes again,"I'm getting married, Tom, I'm sorry I..."

"- Then why did you call?" 

"It's complicated," She walked across the room and sat on a couch with a look of frustration as she searched for a way to express her mind. I closed the door before following her over to wrap my arm around her.

"It's never more complicated than we decide to make it," I don't know what she was about to say, but she couldn't follow an apology and "it's complicated" with anything that would lead to a happy ending.

Neither of us spoke. I spread out along the couch and laid my head in her lap. She stroked my hair and my mind raced for some way to change reality. The closeness we once shared still seemed to be intact, so I decided to just bare my chest and let it all out.

"What your mother said... none of it was true. Just because she was raised in a society that doesn't understand our kind of love, it doesn't mean that it's impossible to live together. I've been saving everything I've made. I have more than enough to move across the country. Wherever we go, nobody will know us, and we don't have to tell anybody we're related. We can even get a fake ID and get married, if that's what you want. Or Toronto, or Montreal, we can run to Canada. They have good schools, I have an excellent GPA, I know I could transfer anywhere. Nothing's impossible, we can..."

"Stop, just stop! It's already a hard decision, but ultimately... he can give me a family..."

"Are you sure? Just because you're not related doesn't mean you're genetically compatible, and just because we are related doesn't mean we aren't. I've been researching this for a while. We can get checked, and it's not like it's a guarantee we'll have a special needs child." I was grasping at straws.

"What are we going to tell the lab? 'My cousin and I want to have a baby, and we just wanted to be sure we could avoid defects'? I somehow doubt they would be very sympathetic. Besides, I love him, and I can't walk out on him. He lives down the street from mom and dad, so after we get married there's not likely to be any chance of a reunion for us."

I closed my eyes. So this was the end. She'd made a decision. I could feel the tears beginning to escape. No matter the verdict, I had to respect it, but that doesn't mean I want her to see me cry. I rolled over on the couch, burying my face in her lap. It was a poor attempt at saving face, but it wasn't exactly a river of tears so it wasn't likely she'd notice. I felt her hand on the back of my neck and she began to move. I looked up and her face lowered toward me. I rolled to my side and pulled her face closer to mine and pressed my lips to hers.

I used the other arm to lift off her lap and she slid down to lay beside me. With both of us lying on our sides, we had to hold on to each other to keep from falling off. She leaned forward and kissed me again, her tongue began to dance across my mouth and I parted my lips and met her tongue with my own. It felt soft, and I circled the tip before following its length into her mouth and she sucked my tongue slightly. She smiled and our lips parted. 

"I just don't get why you called me over."

"I had to have some closure."

"After six years?" My mind began to go over the rationalizations I'd used to prove myself right earlier. The logic that assured me this conversation was the least likely one to occur. There's no accounting for a woman's mind.

"I've wanted to call for so long, but I didn't know what to say... what to do. I thought you were mad that I didn't stand up to my mom. You basically became the family villain because I never said any different."

"You know that I know that wasn't your fault. I have to admit, though, hearing that's your main reason for not calling does kind of piss me off." I tried to look serious, but couldn't hold back a smile. I was being honest, but there's nothing that could keep me angry at her.

"What mom said really got to me, I felt like a freak even though I never felt guilty about us before that." her eyes lowered and she began to frown. "Then I was afraid that after hearing what she said, maybe you felt differently. I couldn't stand the idea of calling you just to hear you say you didn't care anymore." She buried her face in my chest. I'd been living without her and her family, but she'd been living under her mother's tight fisted fundamentalist rule. There was no telling how much abuse she suffered. Just because I'd ended it that day doesn't mean I ended it forever. I pushed her chin up, forcing her to face me. I saw a tear streak down her cheek and I kissed it away. She wrapped her arms around me, running her fingers through my hair again as I brushed my lips against hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth.

Her legs entertwined with mine and my hand ran down to cup her butt, the other hand still hooked around her back holding us ,as one, on the couch. I began to roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me and she spread her legs to straddle me. Now my other hand was free to join the first on her ass. I squeezed it gently before moving them up her waist to seek the flesh just beyond the bottom of her t-shirt. My palms pressed against her sides as my thumbs dipped under the thin fabric and rubbed up her back, she wasn't wearing a bra. I held her close to me, enjoying the feel of her warm flesh under my palms and forearms. I moved from her lips to her jaw and one hand moved around her body to find her breast. I had to remind her of everything that was. My thumb circled her nipple and I could feel her responding. I flicked her earlobe with my tongue and sucked on it as I gently pinched her hardening nipple. She gasped and arched her back so I took the opportunity to raise the hem of her shirt over her head. She offered no resistance as I tossed it aside and quickly removed my own shirt. She lay down on my naked flesh, pressing her soft tits against me and moved her mouth back onto mine.

I moved my hand down to her hips once more, this time pushing my fingers into the wasteband of her panties. I kissed down her neck and licked her clavicle as I made my way to her breast, drawing a circle around her nipple with my tongue before wrapping my lips around it. As I bit down on her nipple with my lips, I pushed my hand into her pants to cup her bare ass, giving it a squeeze as it filled my palm. She grabbed my shoulders for leverage as she began to grind against my crotch. My cock was pushing against my pants searching for her moisture. I couldn't hold myself back, I held her to me as I stood up, pushing my hand further down her pants and pushing them down as I laid her on the couch.

I kissed from her knee to her thigh, rubbing along her bare slit with my thumb. I took a moment and inhaled her scent. It was clean, fresh, sex with a slight spiciness that tied it together, and I had to taste it. After kissing her wet pussy on the lips, I pushed my tongue in, following up but stopping short of her clit and I used my lips to pull her labia. She moaned softly and I pushed a finger into her. I began to pump my finger, crooking it to rub across her g-spot as my tongue moved to direct contact with her clit. She began to move with my finger and I had to match her rhythm with my head as I began to trace the alphabet with my tongue across her clit... circling it, and flicking the side for a lower case "a", flicking the other side and circling for a "b"... She grabbed my head, pressing my face against her. She was so wet that it was dripping down my chin. She reached down and held my free hand, squeezing as the pleasure increased. I could hear her breathing picking up, so I pushed another finger into her. When I hit "s" her back arched and she squeezed my head with her thighs and wrapped her fingers tightly around my hand. I kept it up and by the time I double flicked her clit with "x" she began to gush into my mouth. I felt her pussy squeeze the fingers I was fucking her with, and she pushed my head away. I kept my fingers buried knuckle deep until she began to relax. When I eased them out, she jumped a little and let out a gasp. I moved up and kissed her and she ran her tongue around my mouth, kissing every part of my face that was wet with her. She stood up and took me by the hand, leading me into her room. I laid back on her bed and she turned on the stereo. My favorite song from highschool started playing, I'd put it on a mix CD I'd made her... I wondered for a moment if that could be it.

She walked over to me and unbuttoned my pants, unfastened my belt and pulled them down with my boxers in one swift motion. We both giggled as she realized I hadn't kicked off my shoes yet, and she stood back as I kicked them off. She reached forward and grabbed my cock, still hard and standing at full attention. She smiled up at me as she leaned forward to lick the head. Her breasts hung down, her beautiful nipples pointing straight at my knees. I reached down and took one into my hand. She moved her body closer so I could get a good grip while she began to stroke my thick shaft with her small hand.

She took the head of my cock into her warm mouth. The insides of her cheeks felt so soft they were barely perceptible and I could feel her flick her tongue under the end of my dick. She backed her head off of my dick and licked me from the balls to the head, swirling her tongue around it before sucking on the tip while jerking the shaft. Her mouth was so soft, and it felt so good I didn't know how long I could last. She took the whole length and I could feel the back of her throat. I guess she could feel the impending orgasm because she let me go copmletely and kissed up my torso to my lips.

Her juice mixed with my precum as we kissed passionately. I pushed myself into her thigh, and she moved to straddle me. She broke the kiss and sat on her knees, my cock waving in front of her, pointing to her belly button. She stroked it twice more before rising up and moving it to her entrance. She looked into my eyes and I moved my hands to her hips. I just let them rest on her as she lowered herself onto me. When she had taken me completely, she laid her head on my chest and just held me. We just lay there for a moment, me inside of her, as she breath caught on my chest. I never wanted to move. She pressed against my chest as she began to gyrate her hips. Soon she sat up and began to move faster. It felt amazing, but I wanted to kiss her. I pulled her into me and rolled onto our side. I kissed her and she wrapped her legs around mine as I moved my hips, drawing my cock all the way to the tip before slamming back into her. When I pushed all the way into her, I thrust my hips to push as deep as possible, slowly fucking her as hard as I could. Her head rolled back and her breasts were exposed to my view. I kissed her neck and whispered into her ear;" I'm about to cum..."

"Cum in me!"

She moved her face close and gasped before pressing against my lips and I was sent over the edge. I pushed hard and deep into her as I pulled her as close as I could, I kissed her neck and let out a groan. As I began to erupt she came, gripping my cock with her tight cunt as I emptied myself into her. Her legs and arms went rigid as she stiffened with her own orgasm, and despite the sensitivity, I managed to pump a few more times letting her ride her orgasm to completion. 

I was so spent I just lay there, my dick softening inside her. All of time seemed to come to an end again. There was nothing but her and I in a soft glow of warmth and an electric blue reality ebbing from around us. I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth against her neck, just breathing her scent as we lay together enjoying the post orgasmic bliss.

This was my reality. This was my dream. This was my zen.

Her voice floated into my ear,"God that was more wonderful than anything I could have ever dreamed."

"Then say you'll run away with me," I spoke into the nape of her neck. I felt hope coming back. The fight was returning. I felt that I had even more to lose now.

"I want to, I really do...."

"Then do it, it's truly that simple. We've loved each other longer than you've even known this guy, he doesn't have near as much invested in a relationship as we do. It'll hurt him, sure, but he'll move on." A tide was rising in my chest. I had won. A tsunami of love was washing over both of us. I didn't have to ask, I know she felt it.

"Ok. Just don't leave me." her voice was small, but steady.

I held her close as the tsunami engulfed us. My head was spinning with a thousand futures and all of them involved Amber. I felt as though nothing in the world mattered anymore. Nothing could cause us to fall from this height. Gravity couldn't reach us here. We didn't say a word. I felt a tear hit my shoulder and realized she was crying. I backed away from her neck and she smiled brightly at me through tears of joy. I became aware of the stereo again and realized the song playing now was track 4 on the CD I'd made her 6 and a half years ago. I smiled back at her, kissed her, and returned to watch our dreams from the nape of her neck and the back of my eye lids.

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I don't know how long I slept, but when her phone rang, I sprang to life. She was pacing the floor in her room ignoring the phone. The answering machine picked up and I immediately recognized my aunt's voice.

"Amber, I know you're there. His car is at your apartment, is he giving you trouble? If you're even thinking about entertaining him, I swear I'll call Greg and expose you for the whore you are!" BEEP

I watched her pace for a while. Her head was down and she was biting her nails, one arm crossed her chest. I was completely lost. When I'd gone to sleep, all the answers seemed to dissipate. We were back where we were 6 years ago. She was beaten and shamed just by the sound of her mothers voice. It felt as though the bottom had dropped out and I was left free falling. I knew that if I fell far enough, I'd hit the ground, and I knew it would hurt. I had to grab out to try to hang on to something, anything, that would keep us from bottoming out.

"Pack a bag, we can go right now. We'll find a place, I have friends in New York; we can be there by tomorrow night if we don't stop." I decided to act as though nothing changed.

"You heard her. She knows. She's going to tell everybody I know. I ... I couldn't live with the shame."

"Shame of being with the one you love?" oversimplification of problems never works, but I was falling fast. I had to say something to keep her thinking, to keep the hope of our future alive.

"Before I could have easily called old friends anytime I missed them. I could have said I just got scared and didn't want to marry. This.. this is different. I do love you, and I wish I could be proud of that, but we can't. You know this, you know we'd have to live a false life to get along. I don't want to hide. I don't want to live in the fear that she will find us."

I walked over to her and held her in place, kissing her forehead. She wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my chest. I loved her. I always will. I knew that she was right. If we did run away, we would always be running. I swallowed hard and looked into her eyes.

"Just one last kiss?"

She responded by pressing herself against me with all her might. I tried to pull her closer. I felt as if we could merge as one and never be able or have to leave one another. I kissed her passionately, my lips parting hers and our tongues fighting with one another. All the frustrations society was pushing on us had sparked a fire that burned brighter than the stars in the sky.

I grabbed the V-neck of her T-shirt and ripped it open, her tits bouncing with my force. I kissed down her body, biting her nipple and pulling with my teeth. Her hands were on the back of my head and I grabbed her ass and threw her on the bed. Her hair made a crown of rays shining from her face and I kissed her again before ripping her pants down. I pushed her legs apart and I pushed a finger into cunt as I sucked one nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicked and ran circles around her nipple as I fucked her with my hand. I pushed another finger in and just about lifted her off the bed with each thrust. She was gasping, and her pussy was getting hotter and wetter. I removed my hand and put my fingers in her mouth, sucking her juices from them.




True Love Waits



Funny how impulsive decisions, even if wrong, can have long distance positive effects on your life.. 

As my athletic dreams collapsed, and my university courses developed I set my mind on becoming a journalist. And for two years I slaved at those courses that took me towards my goal. Then, out of nowhere, came the idea of switching to teaching. Why? Social conscience? I doubt it, but something urged me, at the end of my second year, to take a parallel course of teaching theory. In those far off days a university graduate only required minimal extra training to become a teacher. So that's what I did.

Big mistake! Or so it seemed.

Being at university was no mistake. I enjoyed my course and my freedom to extend, as my mentor Laura had encouraged, my sexual experience. Gradually, I learned how to weigh up the female students. How and when to make my approach. What pace to take in the seduction plan. Sometimes, but rarely, a girl would practically throw herself upon me. Most times I needed to apply all the techniques Laura had, so sweetly, outlined.

It was a good time. I learned a lot, on all fronts.

Was it coincidence then, or some divine hand, that, when I successfully graduated, the only teaching job I could find was at the Coldbeck Academy, a fairly high class upper school. As the head teacher, Mrs Milligan, warned me, "You look older than your twenty one years. Don't ever let them know you are only three or four years older than them."

Her warning heeded, I started off all right. I had been allocated to older groups who were in their examination year. Because of that I was only permitted to guide them through subsidiary subjects. Map reading, where I had to keep myself clued up to have something to present. 

Another area I was asked to cover was contemporary fiction, which was more up my street, and I I set out to discuss recent volumes like Pasternak's 'Dr Zhivago', and Steinbeck's 'East of Eden', which, as some of the group were keen to point out, had already been made into a film. 

I deliberately avoided 'Lolita' and John O'Hara's 'On the Terrace' mainly because by the time I began to consider those books, I felt the attitude of some of the girls, in one group, would have made too much of the, then, risqué content. 

At first, I felt I handled the challenge all right. Most of the boys were good listeners, with active minds. To be fair, I have to say the same for the majority of the girls. It was just that some of them, their ages bordering on eighteen, were highly nubile, and in that one group, a few had an attitude that I can only call 'provocative'. 

Eyes glancing from huddled groups, and whispers and giggles as I walked down the corridor. Accented greetings of, "Good morning, Mr Baines," with eyelashes fluttering. But it was in the classroom where the school regulation skirts suddenly began to look short, riding up thighs, while blouses strangely became unbuttoned. Not every girl, but a fair section, were continually flaunting their burgeoning femininity.

One girl in particular seemed eager to carry the whole business further. Her name was Thelma Tewart, not an unattractive girl by any measure, and no dullard when it came to academics. But she wore her sexuality like a badge. Of all the girls she was the one who would lean in too close; make bodily contact, with hand or thigh. A couple of times I had to advise her about the inappropriateness of her proximity.

By the time I was into the third term of my time there, I had decided that my real job satisfaction would not be found in teaching. Consequently, I had written a couple of sample articles to two or three newspapers, and been offered an interview with one of them, based in London. That interview proved successful, and I was given a year's probation.

So, as we entered those final weeks in school, with the examinations over, the girls became a shade more brazen. On one well-remembered day, I had noticed in class that they seemed particularly high, almost excited. I also noticed, Thelma Tewart constantly turning to the other girls, her head nodding, a wide smirk on her face.

Not wanting to be too heavy at that late stage of the school year, I reprimanded her by saying, "I would appreciate your closer attention, Thelma."

Her lips pursed and her eyes blinking exaggeratedly she said, " Oh, yes, Mr Baines. I'll give you that."

Other girls giggled, their hands to their mouths, but the rest of the lesson went off without anything untoward. I dismissed the class and began clearing up.

I was in the large attached stockroom, setting books on shelves, when I heard movement behind me and the stockroom door slammed shut. Surprised, I turned round to find Thelma Tewart, leaning against the door, her fingers undoing her blouse, as she leered at me.

"Is this the kind of closer attention you meant, Mr Baines?" she droned, in what she believed was a sexy voice. At the same time she flicked her blouse open to reveal well formed pink tipped breasts.

"Thelma!" I gasped. My initial instinct was to pull her out of the way, but that would mean laying hands on her.

"Like to touch them, Mr Baines? Rub your thing between them?"

I was almost speechless with the shock of it. I could hardly believe she would be this blatant. "Stop it now, Thelma."

Her smile widened, as she swayed her body in a lewd gesture, and her hand stroked around her pubic area. "Or are you more interested in what I've got down here." And she took half a step forward.

I stepped back and put on my stern voice, "Stop this, Thelma. You are being very foolish."

"Oh, come on--I'm turned eighteen---you can rub---" But at that moment her words were cut off as the door burst open, striking her off balance, and there stood Mrs Milligan.

Oh, hell, I thought I was in deep trouble. But Mrs Milligan, her face red with obvious anger, grabbed Thelma by the shoulders, "You wicked girl. How dare you act in this manner. Button yourself and get away to my room."

Without looking back at me, Thelma began buttoning up, her face blank, and disappeared out through the doorway. Mrs Milligan turned towards me. 

"Mrs Milligan, I had no idea that---"

She held up a hand, "Please, Mr Baines, I'm afraid you'll have a low opinion of the school after this."

I found it difficult finding words," I--I just wasn't expecting---"

"I'm sure you weren't. I'm so grateful that one of the girls had the good sense to come and tell me what Thelma intended. Other girls knew and I'll be having words with them."

So the incident passed in a sense of real relief, and my school experience finished, with me a little wiser, but without any regrets. I was going to be a journalist, never realising that there was to be one extra outcome from my school experience. 

My probation year went well, and when I was offered a full term contract I was delighted. My goal was to be a sports journalist, but for just over a year I was covering general events; court cases, accident sites, new buildings. In other words practically anything.

The editor knew of my desire to cover the sports scene and in early January 1959 he called me into his office.

"You've done well in your time here, Harry, but you say you want to do the sports page?"

My heart quickened, "That's right."

A smile creased his round, ruddy face, "Well, it's early days for that." My heart slowed. "But---you'll know that Brian London takes on Henry Cooper at Earl's Court on the 9th of this month?"

I nodded, hopeful for what was to come.

"I want you to go and write up an article on the crowd, their reactions, their fervour, their moods---"

"The crowd?" I said, my voice not disguising my disappointment.

The editor nodded, "And next week I want you to be at the game at Highbury, Arsenal against Spurs---local rivals. Compare the crowds at both occasions."

Well, at least it got me to see England's leading boxers fighting for the heavyweight title which was currently in Brian London's hands, and I never minded seeing Arsenal or Spurs.

"It's a start," the editor said. "Don't worry, young man. I've got you in mind."

So it was I got to see the London/Cooper battle, which Henry Cooper won on points, his face a mask of blood from a cut eye which would be a problem throughout his career.

Fight over, Jack Randene, who had covered the actual bout, took me to an up-market bar not far from the Earls Court centre, where he talked in desultory fashion about the fight, and went rambling on about what a great reporter he was. 

At the same time he was giving vast attention to the curves of any passing female, regaling me with lascivious details of the successes he'd had. Into our second half of brew, I was desperately seeking a means of escape from what I was sure were his fictions. Then I saw his eyes widen appreciatively, and his lips pursed as he spotted something behind me.

"Grrr, this is what I call---"

He stopped, and a look of surprise crossed his face, as a voice at my shoulder said, "Mr Baines? It is Mr Baines, isn't it?"

I turned in my seat, and instantly leapt to my feet. In front of me was a stunningly beautiful young woman, in a wool dress that highlighted a full bosom and slender curvaceous figure.

"That's him, my dear," Jack cut in before I could say anything. "But I'm Jack, and a much better prospect."

The girl briefly turned her eyes onto Jack, "I've heard of age before beauty, but I've never seen it personified." I liked her instantly.

Jack's face tightened, but he forced a smile, "Oh, a feisty one. I'm off for a slash. Watch yourself there, Harry."

I stood there for a moment, just awestruck by her finely drawn features.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" she said, a charming smile on her full lips.

Something told me I should know. The more I looked at her the more I found something familiar in the way her head tilted, in the gentle quality of her voice' and the green of the eyes.

"Clue," she said, with a smile. "Coldbeck School."

One of those girls? Hell, it was only eighteen months ago. Recognition was still not immediate.

"One thing I do know," I said, giving a tentative smile," you're not Thelma Tewart."

She threw her head back, her wavy, long black hair fanning out fetchingly, as she laughed delightedly, a disarming sound. " I suppose you have more reason to remember her name."

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling awkward, and annoyed that I had that name, but couldn't recall that of this beauty.

"I was always on the fringe of that group," she told me. Her lips parted and she ran a finger over her upper teeth in a slow, deliberate gesture, her eye brows raised as she looked at me.

Those eyes. God, she was gorgeous. And her mime jogged my memory instantly. "You wore a brace. You're Hazel---Hazel--"

As my mind searched desperately to deliver her surname, I could only come up with a girl who had always responded eagerly in my literature classes.

"It's Purdom," she offered, with a friendly smile.

"You were good at literature," I said quickly, needing her to know that I could remember. I also needed to work something out to maintain contact with her. Could a girl develop into such a beauty in just eighteen months? Well, clearly she had

Glancing across the room I saw Jack talking to a group at the bar. Time to be positive.

"Are you with somebody?" I asked her.

"I was with a group of friends---a birthday for one of them. " She looked back towards a table where two or three young ladies were seated. "Most of them have gone." Her eyes turned back to me. With expectation? Or was I dreaming?

"Care to move out? We've much to talk about" That was positive enough.

She didn't hesitate, "I'll just say my good nights, and get my coat."

"See you outside the main door," I told her, and glanced across at Jack, who was looking in my direction. I waved him a less than fond farewell, and he made a lewd gesture.

Outside, the air was crisply chill, and I buttoned up my overcoat while I waited. She didn't keep me waiting long. Even in the thick blue coat she was wearing it was possible to imagine a superb figure beneath the cover.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't realise it was so late. I'm not very good company this time of night. "

"Live far away?" I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Camden," she said. The coincidence immediately dispelled my worries.

"I've got a place in Kentish Town," I told her, and as her eyebrows rose in surprise I added, "Share a cab?"

She seemed happy to agree, and in surprisingly quick time we were sitting together in the back of a cab. The driver having spent a couple of minutes telling us what an awful night he'd had with drunks, we quickly got down to telling each other about the intervening years since we left the school.

"You were going into journalism," Hazel said, her green eyes were wide and interested.

I told her of the progress I had made, of my dream of becoming a sports reporter. And how that very night had been a step closer to that.

"Who won?"

"Won?"

"The fight. They were talking about it in the shop this morning."

"Oh, Cooper won it." I looked at her with some surprise. "Shop? What happened to university?" 

Her eyes were wistful, and I'd have been happy just to gaze into them. "I started a course at Oxford." A slight smile crossed her face," Literature--I was always keen."

I could honestly say, "I do remember that."

"But do you remember me telling you about how I helped my uncle in his book shop?"

Very faintly it came back. A brace-toothed girl, dark hair tight to her head, talking avidly about being surrounded by ranks of books. "I believe I do."

She nodded with satisfaction at my brilliant memory, and said, "Well, I had done six months at Oxford--enjoyed it, and helped out at my uncle's bookshop during vacations. But I'd been doing that for years, anyway"

She stopped, and, even in the gloom of the cab, I could see the moistening in her eyes. "My uncle died ---he left the shop to me in his will."

"I'm sorry--about your uncle--but what happened with the shop?"

"I packed in university---couldn't resist taking it on. That's how I'm in Camden---flat above the shop. I love it so much."

I asked the question that had been bugging me from the moment she had appeared. "Is there a man in your life?"

Her look at me was fixed, the eyes almost teasing, " Not at the moment. And you?"

"No man in my life," I joked and wallowed in her genuine laughter. "No women either." In fact there had been no women for at least two months. I'd had my fair share of casual affairs, none of which had even looked serious.

And now I was faced with a strange moment for me. With those other women, when I asked for a date, I couldn't care less if they turned me down. Now, with a suggestion on my lips, I felt a strange inhibition, a fear that Hazel might refuse. I saw that we were on the edge of Camden and I needed to make the move.

"May I see you again?" God, my voice was breathless.

I saw her take a deep breath, before she answered, "I thought you'd never ask, but---"

But? Why was that 'but' so threatening to me?

And I saw that she had a worried look, "I'm going away for a week. My gran's rather ill and I'm helping out at her place in Norwich." She leaned forward and spoke to the cab driver, "Just by the next lamp." she said.

Then she opened her little handbag and I placed a hand over it. "I'll fix the fare," I told her.

She looked up, "Oh, are you sure? I couldn't let---"

"No argument, please."

"I just feel---" She stopped, and a smile lit up her face."---all right. No argument."

The cab had stopped in front of a shop where books showed in the unlit windows.

Hazel took her hand out of her handbag and held out a card. "My number. Please call. I'll be back late Saturday."

"I hope your Gran's all right." I said. She briefly touched my knee before getting out of the cab, and her smile stayed with me all the way home. 

It stayed with me for a full week. A week that dragged intolerably. A week when her green eyes, the smile on her face, or even the so brief touch of her fingers on my knee, insinuated themselves into my subconscious at unexpected moments.

All this after just one meeting? What was wrong with me? I had been lucky. I seemed to be one of those men that women came on to without any bother. Okay, more often than not, the initial feminine enthusiasm stopped at physical surrender. But at least I had been able to keep, I told myself, a level-headed approach to my encounters. So what about my response to Miss Purdom?

That following Saturday I felt as excited as a teenager on a first date as I phoned her, longing to see her, and equally keen to hear her reaction when I told about the theatre tickets I had for the Monday night.

Her voice seemed slightly breathless as she said, " I thought you mightn't call."

"That bother you?"

There was a moment's pause, "Yes, it would."

Elated, I told her I had theatre tickets. They were courtesy of our drama critic who was always worth keeping in with.

"Theatre? Where?" 

"Theatre Royal, Drury Lane."

She gasped, and her voice was almost disbelieving, " But that's---that's

'My Fair Lady.' It only opened a few months ago."

"A taxi for seven o'clock?" 

"I can't wait."

That theatre night was all I could have hoped for. Hazel, when she removed her coat in the busy foyer, revealed her delectable figure in a green wool dress. "I wasn't sure what to wear for a night like this," she said apologetically, as she viewed, the over-elaborate gowns on the women around us.

I leaned close to her and whispered, "I'll bet they're all eyeing you and thinking 'I wish I looked like that.'"

She smiled and squeezed my arm. A simple touch, but it was like a bolt of electricity to me.

The show was terrific. The night glowed with her animated excitement as we came out into the crisp night air, and she enthused about what we had just experienced. That first date ended with a chaste kiss on respective cheeks, a brief and tentative hand clasp and an agreement to meet on the Thursday night. 

The second date was a film night and I took her to the Odeon, Leicester Square, to see 'Cat On a Hot Tin Roof'. Whether it was the emotions roused by that terrific film, or something else, I wasn't sure, but she clutched my arm, in the cab, all the way back to her shop. And when the cab stopped she leaned into me and the kiss was warm, moist and, for me, utterly bewildering. How could this girl have such an effect on 'Mr Know-it-all-with-the-ladies.' She was invading my confidence zone.

.She drew back, a worried look on her face, "God, am I being too forward," she said.

I tried to ease my own emotions by joking, "Not as much as Thelma Tewart."

She laughed, "Maybe Icould be. And there's something I'll tell you about that incident sometime."

We met again on Saturday evening. This time it was for a meal at a cosy little fish restaurant I knew locally, where we dined sumptuously on a prawn salad followed by a fish pie that was just delicious.

"I didn't know this place existed," she remarked taking a sip of the Chardonnay.

"Oh, I know all the back alleys of London." 

We talked and talked. She told me all about the thrill of having her own bookshop, about her uncle's secret cupboard where he kept what he termed, 'rare volumes and some books banned in this country'

"Of course, since taking over I've looked in that cupboard. Some superb volumes--I've intended to have them valued."

"You said some were banned."

She nodded, "Political reasons, I imagine. And some moral."

"Dubious content?" I asked, knowing that I could have said more specifically 'sexual'

"I suppose you could say that," And her eyes sparkled. "Sexual would be more accurate----I haven't read them." She added with a quick smile." But with all the hundreds of books around me, do you know which one I keep by my bedside?"




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"How to Stop Snoring?"

I just said it because I loved to hear her laugh.

"Not necessary. No, it's 'East of Eden.'"

"You like that? Good choice."

"I always remember how enthusiastic you were about it."

"I'm flattered that you remember."

" I remember quite a lot." And her eyes were wide and searching as they met mine.

"Should I order coffee?" I asked uncertainly.

She shook her head and her jet black hair wafted over her face, "No, you must see my flat. I'll do the coffee."

I was an adolescent again. Invited back for coffee. Any other time I would see it as an open door, an open invitation for me to pursue some sensuous pleasures. So why, with her, was I---yes, nervous. Scared that I would make some immature comment or show unwarranted expectation.

Her flat above the shop, which still carried her uncle's name 'Arthur's Books' over the window, was smartly furnished in a clever mix of old and contemporary. Gentle colours, blues and fawns. The main room had an annexe of a kitchen where Hazel went to prepare the coffee. I could have just stood watching her movement as she reached for cups, a movement that emphasised the curvaceous line from breast to waist.

"Put some music on," she said.

"Ah, yes. Music. That reminds me I've got a choice of two concerts tomorrow night if you're free."

"If you're asking, I'm free. The choices."

"There's that Cliff Richard at the Hammersmith. Or Cliff Barber Jazz."

"Oh, the jazz. I'm not into all these young rock merchants. Apart from Buddy Holly---he's special. I've got all his records there, as you'll see."

I went to the black box record player and saw the Buddy Holly image. I picked up an LP and put it on. The strains of 'That'll Be the Day' filled the room.

Hazel came through holding two mugs and placed them on mats on a coffee table. "His music just gets better and better. He's developing the whole idea of the modern stuff. You'll see, in ten years time---" She stopped, her face reddening.

"You're really a fan. So it's not just books."

We sat side by side and talked books and film. "I've seen 'East of Eden' three times."

"Not as strong as the book," I observed.

"It couldn't be," she admitted, then putting her cup down she turned towards me. I could smell the delicate lavender odour that came off her. I was lost. "I have that confession to tell you."

"Confession?" Her face was very close, close enough to kiss. In my normal situations with any of my previous women I'd already have her in my arms. But pleasant as this was I was fearing making a false move.

"About Thelma."

"Oh, that. But I do recall you weren't one of the teasing ones."

"But didn't Mrs Milligan say how she knew what Thelma was intending?

"Well, she said something--" And even as I spoke I guessed where this was going,"--about---a---girl----telling----"

"That was me. I couldn't stand seeing her get you into trouble. Not when I---" She stopped her face going a deep red.

I wasn't too sure what she was about to say, but now feeling real gratitude I was able to place a hand on her delicate cheek, "Well, thank you." I said, and kissed her gently.

She moved warmly against me, responding with lips and our tongues touched. The kiss was long and deep, her hands rubbed against my chest. 

When we broke the kiss she lay back in my arms and murmured softly, "Since I was eighteen I've wondered what this would be like."

"Have you?" I asked, "Not too much of a disappointment, I hope."

"Oh, quite the opposite, " And she raised her face to be kissed again. My lips kissed her cheeks, her eyes, nuzzled her hair before settling on her mouth. This time our tongues meshed like wrestling snakes. I heard her moan gently. My hand was tight on her side and deliberately she turned her body so that her left breast was under my eager grasp. My fingers rippled gently over that thrillingly soft curve.

She was panting as she broke away. Buddy Holly was into 'Peggy Sue.' "Oh, I've wanted this--but dammit----we can't ---"

"I understand," I began, glad that I wouldn't appear demanding.

"No. No. It's not that I don't want----it----with you. It's just that I started the curse this morning." Her face was already flushed, so if she blushed then it didn't show. "I'm sorry."

I held her close, "Don't be. I never expected anything." Then I tried to ask the question I had been wondering about, "Have there been--have you had-?"

She easily divined my clumsiness, "I've slept with three men. All short term--my longest affair, three weeks." She straightened up and looked at me squarely and open faced, "And none of them made me orgasm."

Now there was a challenge that normally wouldn't have bothered me.

After the Chris Barber Jazz show we had another more passionate clinch and she wore a dress that unbuttoned so that I was encouraged to slip my hand onto the incredible smoothness of her brown tipped breast. "It's not torture for you, is it?" Her hand drifting to where my erection bulged my trousers.

"I can wait," I gasped. "But you're sure that you want---We've only known each other--" Me, trying to talk a woman out of giving herself. Unnatural!

"I've waited nearly two years," she whispered. "Since I was eighteen."

She was speechless on the following Tuesday when I produced theatre tickets for Her Majesty's Theatre to see ' West Side Story'. "But it hasn't been open that long---tickets are ---"

"Right here in my hand." I told her, holding them out to show her. 

The show was brilliant, and when it ended I enjoyed kissing away Hazel's tears. "Wonderful," she sighed, "but I prefer happy endings."

As we parted, that night, she whispered in my ear, "Thursday night---you come here and I'll cook you a meal----something special." A most seductive tone and her eyes glowed in the dark.

It seemed that Thursday night would never come. I kept advising myself to calm down. From way back I recalled the advice of Laura, who guided me through my nervous first time anxieties "---never get yourself pent up in anticipation of a sexual encounter." 

I had followed that advice religiously in all the, mostly casual, encounters I'd had at university and since. It had worked well. I'd never had any problems with shooting too early. Girls had commented about that ability. So why now? Why was I having to restrain myself from over-anticipation?

Thursday, the 29th January, finally arrived, with a shock. I did not draw back the curtains until I was washed, shaved and dressed. The only thing that had impinged on my senses was that there weren't many street noises from outside. When I finally drew back the curtains I discovered why. 

FOG! Thick curling green/grey pressed at my window. I couldn't see the houses across the street. From my place three floors up I couldn't even see the street below me. The radio told me that the fog covered many parts of the country, but London was practically closed down. No underground, no buses, no taxis. Don't attempt to drive was the advice.

When I contacted the office I was told that some staff had been allocated to fog stories but otherwise we were advised to stay home and write up anything we had imminent and ring it in if it was urgent.

Fair enough. I had plenty to get on with. It was a weird sensation, as I sat at my typewriter, with no traffic noises and the clouded mass stirring at my window like cold porridge. 

At midday my phone rang. Hazel's voice lit up the day, "Isn't it terrible? What about tonight?"

"Will you be there?"

"Of course."

"Then I'll be there. No taxis? I'll walk." And that was exactly what I had to do. The fog persisted but it was only one and a quarter miles.

Showered, shaved and dowsed in my favoured male charm enhancer I set off. I had resolved to just take things as they came. Play it cool. Expect nothing. But be prepared for whatever was offered.

That walk through that exceptional fog was quite an experience. Any approaching ghostly figure only became visible at a maximum of three yards. There weren't that many, but everyone who passed made some little comment about how grim it all was. One car coming towards me travelled no faster than the folk on foot.

Hazel greeted me at her door. She was gorgeous in a plain white blouse and red skirt. "Get out of your coat," she said as we mounted the stairs. "You look rather damp."

With my coat deposited on a hook at the top of the stairs, she turned and came into my arms. The kiss was long and adventurous.

When she broke away she said, "I hope you're hungry."

Behind her I could see the table laid out for two, with the ubiquitous candles burning brightly, and two bottles of wine already opened.

She seemed both nervous and excited as she hurried away to the kitchen. Watching her movement I became convinced that she was bra-less beneath the blouse.

"I'm not a great cook, but I enjoy it. I've done fillet steak, with potatoes, runner beans and parsnip."

"Sausage and mash would have pleased me."

The meal was delicious, beautifully cooked. We sat opposite each other , sipping wine, she the white, me the red, talking small talk and looking at each other, our minds clearly on what might follow.

I congratulated her on the meal as she removed the dishes and placed them in the sink. "Want a hand?" I asked.

She turned back to me, "They can wait," she said quietly, her eyes misted. "Coffee now? Or later."

Without hesitation I held out my arms and said, "Later." And equally speedily she came into my arms, her eyes alight. We just stood there meshed together her hips ground against my erection, which had been almost instant. Our tongues probed and stroked. I had removed my jacket during the meal and now her hands moving on my back were like electric charges.

My right hand had moved from shoulder to breast and began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. I had been right about there being no bra.

As my hand made to move inside her open blouse, she broke away, panting, "You haven't seen my bedroom, have you?"

A girlishly shy smile flickered on her lips, clashing with the smoky lust that shone in her eyes. She took my hand and led me to the door on the right. As she opened it a delicate incense fragrance emerged. The room had pale lavender curtains and bed covers. Candles had been lit on a small dressing table. On a bedside table I spied 'East of Eden', just as she had told me.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Hazel?," I said, jokingly.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked anxiously.

As a reply I took her in my arms again, my hands sliding the blouse from her shoulders. She shrugged out of it. Her breasts were as perfect as my hands had told me. Rounded, upright, brown tipped, with the nipples already aroused.

She reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt, while I slid my hand under the elasticated waist of her skirt and gently slid it down. As it fell loose she was pushing my shirt off my shoulders, and I shrugged it away as she stepped out of her skirt.

In just her skimpy pants she was sensational. Curved everywhere she should be curved. I could only stand and gawp as she pushed the pants down revealing a thin black bush.

I began loosening my belt. "No," she muttered, "I want to. I've wanted to ever since Thelma threatened you. I guess I was jealous that I didn't have her lascivious nature."

As she spoke she had stepped towards me, loosened my buckle, and began pushing my trousers and shorts down, while my hands caressed over her shoulders.

"I'm glad you didn't," I told her. "You've acquired a delicate sensuality that suits you. And we might have missed this." That last word became a hiss as her fingers closed around my erect penis.

"Now I'm being the pushy one," she said huskily. "Or should I say 'pully'?" With that she was, with measured gentility, easing me towards the bed by my erection.

She released me and lay back on the bed, "I hope I can accommodate that monster."

For just a moment I just stood there drinking in the wonder of her. From the rich flow of her black hair, her delicate shoulders, those perfect breasts and the curve from waist to hip, it was all too much to believe she was presenting this to me. Of all the women in my life, apart from my initiation with Laura, none had me so entranced, so captivated, so determined that this coming together had to be right, had to give her something she'd never had before. 

As I moved to lie beside her, my hand tenderly caressed along her thighs, which, slightly parted , revealed the subtle cleft hidden in the dark bush. Then I was leaning over her, thigh against thigh, our lips and tongues working frantically. My fingers traced the smooth curve of her shoulder, traced down to her neck, threatened to trail onto her breast but returned to the tension of her neck. 

Her hands had been moving feverishly over my back and buttocks like demented mice. Now she reached down for my firm penis. "In me, Harry. I want you inside me."

I leaned back and looked at her beautiful, eager face, "Sorry, Hazel, not yet. You have to be prepped."

Her eyes glared at me, "Prepped? Prepped?" She panted. "I've waited two years for this moment. You can feel how ready I am."

"Ssh," I whispered gently, knowing that I could afford a few shortcuts. "Just lie back and you'll soon know what I mean."

She gave me a hungry stare but did as she was told.

I allowed my hand to drift over her breast without lingering as I had intended. Down across her exquisite flat belly . My flat palm circled her pubis and then I allowed one finger to drift into her cleft.

She moaned softly at the touch. And she was indeed ready. Very wet and her clitoris took no finding. I stroked it gently while I moved my head, with lips and tongue working, down her neck, over her breast, lingering for a moment at the nipple, before traversing on down over her belly, into the teasing aroma of her.

My tongue caressed her clitoris as she cried out, "Harry---what?---No one has----I've never had---Oh, Harry, Harry. Pleeease!"

I suckled on her clitoris only briefly, knowing that she was right on the edge. I allowed two fingers to wriggle into the wetness of her labia lips, and gently poked into the dark cavern of her being, sensing her thighs parting further.

Her breathing and gasping was rising to a crescendo. Time.

I rolled on top of her and guided the tip of my erection into the opening of her eager vagina.

It had been my intention to enter her slowly, pulse by pulse. But as the head touched into her, she gave a massive heave upwards, plunging my penis deep, deep inside her.

I thrust and she thrust back, her head rolling from side to side. I listened to her laboured breathing, her moans and as I thrust and thrust again, feeling myself near to bursting, as her vaginal walls seemed to claw at me, there came a wild keening sound like a flock of seagulls as they circle food. 

I knew my objective had been achieved and she was having her first orgasm, and, giving two more hefty thrusts my penis felt to strike at the very heart of her as I came massively, spurt after spurt that I felt would never end, while Hazel continued to gasp and grunt beneath me

At last we were still, I moved my weight sideways off her, as my shrinking penis trailed out and onto her thigh. I looked down at her sweated face, dark strands of hair clung across her eyes. I brushed them aside and her eyes opened. In the candlelight they took on a fiery glow.

"My God, Harry---" Her breath seemed to fail her momentarily. "Is that what I've been missing?"

"Don't think of it that way. Think of it as something you've found."

She lay quiet for a moment coming slowly down from the high she had reached. "Harry, you must have had so many women to know how to ---"

"I've applied what I know to a goodly few---but I learned everything from only one." And I went on to tell her all about Laura and the island of Agistri.

"One of the most important things she told me was how I could get maximum pleasure from a sexual encounter. "

She raised her head, "How was that? Can I do it for you?"

I laughed and told her, "You just have." 

Her brow furrowed as she said, " But I was given all the pleasure."

"Not all. Laura advised me that my main aim always had to be to give a woman as much ecstasy as possible. That way, my pleasure would be heightened."

"She sounds very wise. How old was she?"

"Thirty six."

"Thirty six and you were only eighteen---very strange."

"She took pity on me."

"Just as you took pity on me."

"What we have just done had nothing to do with pity. You are without doubt a most beautiful woman ."

She raised her head to plant a kiss on my lips. 

"What now?" she asked. "Coffee?"

"If you like. While you're doing that I'll take a shower."

Her head shook, "I'm sorry. I only have a bath."

"A bath will be fine---how large is it?"

Her brow furrowed, an impish smirk twisted her full lips, and within minutes we were seated, naked, face to face, legs entwined, keenly soaping each other in her tiny bath.

Soap on skin is so erotic. Stroking over her breasts became an entirely new sensuous experience. Her flat belly became a skating rink for my excited hands.

For her part, she fondled my chest and back and as her hands slid down over my belly they encountered my growing erection.

"Ah, he's coming to life--ooh!" Her last sound came as my fingers slid silkily between her thighs, bathing that glorious crevice.

Her legs were on either side of me and I urged her to move up closer, and helped her raise her buttocks from the bath . "Now slowly lower" I said, and as she did so I ensured that my swollen penis was waiting to receive her open promise. She gave a little sigh of pleasure as I slid easily into her.

We just kissed and held each other. "Oh, just to have you inside me is heaven." 

For me it was just pleasant to be there with her wrapped snugly around me. But soon as the water cooled we were out, dried, and straight to her bed. Coffee was well down the league, as we explored each other all over again, but this time I was the weak one, coming before she was ready. It was her fault, she so aroused me.

"You see we won't always hit together," I explained, almost apologetically.

"But it was still lovely," she said.

Outside, the fog was as thick as ever.

"Please stay," she whispered.

So we spent that night together. Did it once more before we slept, and, waking early, launched into another cosy mingling. The fog had cleared and I had to get up for work. 

"I need some way to pay you for what you did for me last night," she whispered before we parted 

On the Saturday she had a friend, mind the bookshop for her and we spent the day strolling, well wrapped up, through a frosty London. Taking coffee when we felt like it. Hand in hand we walked the embankment, across Westminster Bridge and along the South Bank. All very familiar but brand new in each other's company.

Late afternoon we dropped in at a cinema and watched 'The Enemy Below', a Robert Mitchum film which we both enjoyed.

Then we both agreed that fish and chips would be a good idea. We took them back to my flat, which Hazel thought was smart but could do with a little tidying, as she gathered together loose papers which lay on my desk, the arms of chairs and on the floor.

"Hey, you're wrecking my filing system," I laughed.

Having enjoyed the fish and chips we were quickly naked on my bed. This time we took it slowly, although her inner sanctum, when I got to it, was readily wet. But first we lingered over each other's bodies. My hand and fingers favoured her breasts until my mouth took over, and my hands enjoyed the exquisite smoothness of her inner thigh.

Her hands were equally active, stroking over my chest and belly, her nails raking down my back, before moving down to grasp my erection with both hands, stroking, pulling, then gently clutching my scrotum.




True Love Waits



"I so much want to give you pleasure," she gasped, as I eventually entered her after licking her labia to her total distraction. This time she came before me, gasping, giving her wonderful seagull squeals, and as I continued to drive into her she flexed her vaginal walls drawing me on, her hips rising with determined thrusts until I emptied myself on a massive wave of ecstatic exultation.

The weekend was heading for perfection. Sunday, it rained heavily and the afternoon found us once more naked on her bed. But this was to be slightly different.

"I've been looking through my uncle's secret books," she whispered, as we broke from the initial passionate kissing..

"And--?"

Her hand was already stroking my erection as she said, "And---this."

And her head slid down my body and her lips moved hungrily up and down my swollen penis, seeming to give it extra hardness. Then her tongue was licking around the head.

She turned slightly to look up at me and I'm sure she winked as she breathed, "One book was very specific." With that, her lips parted and the purple of my penis disappeared into her mouth. The unexpectedness of it had me gasping, but then her mouth moved lower and my erection disappeared completely, the tip felt the back of her throat. She drew her head back slightly to begin a back and forward screwing, while her tongue still fluttered inside her mouth. 

It was just too good, yet I was concerned that she would suffer from me coming in her mouth. I put my arm out and urged her to move her body round so that her thighs came level with my face. She kindly raised one thigh across me so that I had her luscious pubic area at my mouth and began my own licking and probing in tune with her steady pumping and licking.

She squeaked despite her full mouth as my fingers probed her cavities. One into her vagina, the other gently poking into her tight little anus. She grunted and I sensed her lips trembling on my penis. She was ready and God, so was I.

With as much strength as I could muster, I rolled away from her, at the same time turning Hazel onto her back. Then I was around and between her widespread thighs.

Throughout the manoeuvre she had muttered, "I would have--"

Then I was plunged deep inside her, and she was giving that now so welcome squealing noise as I withdrew and plunged, withdrew and plunged, emptying myself with a cry of my own.

We lay for a moment before she said, "Did I give to you?"

"You certainly did?"

"The book had a section on what a man likes, but it did say a woman could safely swallow--I would have, you know."

"I just didn't want you put off." And in the back of my mind I was hearing what Laura had told me years ago after giving me that service. 'When you find one who does that without prompting--you'll know she loves you.'

That thought carried me cheerfully through the next two days when I had an assignment up in Manchester, and plenty of time to clarify my own thoughts.

So when I arrived at her door on the Tuesday night, February 3rd, I knew exactly what state of mind I was in and what I intended to do.

When I knocked, her voice, sounding a little strained called down, "It's open."

A little puzzled I climbed the stairs, shrugging out of my coat. She met me at the top and I could tell straight away that something was wrong. Her eyes were moist and red-rimmed. She had clearly been crying.

Concerned, as she put her arms around me, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"You haven't heard?"

"Heard what?"

"I thought you were a newsman? Buddy Holly's dead."

"What?" It had been one of those days when my activities had removed me from contact with developing news.

" Oh, Harry! A plane crash---him and two other musicians."

I held her close and felt her trembling. Just telling me had set her snivelling again. I needed this chance to console her.

"Listen, Hazel---you can think about this anyway you like but---" And I broke away from her and went to the black box and placed a record on it. "Buddy Holly may be dead---but you don't have to believe it." 

'True Love Ways' wafted into the room. "You've got all his music right here. That will keep him alive in your heart."

She ran into my arms, "Oh, Harry, you are so good for me."

And that seemed to be the best moment to carry out what I had intended.

I held her at arms length, "I have something to tell you."

Her face had a worried look as she looked into my face, "What is it?"

"I want to marry you." There, I'd said it.

For a full ten seconds her wonderful green eyes stared into mine, then a smile bloomed on her lips and she flung herself at me. "Oh, Harry! Harry! You've turned a dismal day into bright sunlight."

"So you think it's a good idea, " I asked lightly.

"I've had that as a good idea ever since you walked into our classroom."

I drew her close, "So you accept?"

Her green eyes took on a mischievous glow as she said, "I'll give you my response after we've eaten."

The meal was delicious, and in no time we were disrobing each other by the side of the bed. Naked we stood there in a long warm embrace. Her hips wriggled against my rapid erection.

"Right," she said, breaking our embrace and giving me a gentle shove so I fell beck onto the bed my legs dangling over the edge, erection pointing high.

Her face looked very stern as she said," Lie still. I'm about to give you my soundless speech of response."

And with that, she was down on her knees and her mouth was gobbling at my penis, licking up and down and then totally enveloping it in her mouth until I felt my warhead touch the back of her throat. As her head began thrusting backwards and forwards, her fingers tickled at my scrotum, and she smiled up at me with those wonderful eyes, I thought how lucky I was to have such a brilliant acceptance speech.

And this time she swallowed. True love ways.