Sinful Deceit (4 page)

I wanted to
tell David that I'd given my vagina to Sharon. If he'd known that
she'd pulled my wet panties down and slipped her finger deep into
his penis hole... I smiled as he gazed at me. His face
expressionless, he sipped his scotch. Marriage? The patter of tiny
feet? What were his thoughts? I knew that he wanted to control me.
If I were his wife, I'd belong to him. But I wasn't his wife and he
had no say in my life. He didn't return my smile as I licked my
lips provocatively. Perhaps he was thinking about masturbating
while I was away. Was he thinking of my vagina? Sharon looked
sullen. She'd been hurt by David's cruel words. I had to try to
cheer her up.

"Fancy coming
back for coffee?" I asked her. I could feel David squirming,
seething in his fury.

"That would be
nice," she replied. Her diamond-blue eyes caught mine. She knew
what I had in mind. The long lashes of her eyes fluttered
alluringly. "Shall we go now?" she asked eagerly.

"We'll finish
our drinks," I replied. Desire welled between my thighs.

"I thought we
might go out for a meal this evening," David finally voiced in his
obvious displeasure.

"Maybe
tomorrow," I said. He wanted to take me back to his flat and sperm
me. "Sharon and I have plans to make."

"Well, in that
case..." He knocked back his scotch and stood up. "When is this
holiday?"

"End of next
week. We leave on Friday."

"Presumably
I'll hear from you before you go away?"

"Presumably."

As he left, I
felt as if a heavy rain cloud had drifted away. The sun was
shining, the air warm and comfortable. Sharon blossomed like a
flower, her smile returning, her eyes sparkling. I again looked at
her middle finger, my panties wetting as I recalled her massaging
deep within the hot sheath of my vagina. What had happened in my
bedroom was our secret, there was no guilt. I did wonder at my
sexual identity, but it had seemed so right to be half-naked on my
bed with Sharon. Perhaps we'd share a double bed in my uncle's
villa. My clitoris stirred in expectation of Sharon's wet mouth. I
needed to come.

"About last
night," Sharon said. Her eyes lowered to her glass. Was she sad?
Did she have regrets? "I don't want you to think that..."

"I don't think
anything," I interrupted her. I thought a million thoughts.

"No, listen."
Her eyes fluttered, catching mine briefly. "Kirsty... What I'm
trying to say is that it was a one off." My heart sank as a wave of
disappointment crashed over me. "I've never done anything like that
before," she sighed. "I suppose it was... Well, what with you
walking around the room in your panties, and then lying on the bed
with your..."

"Don't say any
more," I breathed. "Don't shatter my dream."

"Your dream?"
she frowned.

"I've never
done anything like that before, either. Apart from that Halloween
night when you stayed, I've..."

"God, that was
years ago."

"I've never
forgotten it, Sharon."

"Kirsty, I'm
not a lesbian."

"Do you think
I am?"

"I don't know.
Are you?"

"I don't know
what I am. But I do know that the warmth and love I felt last night
was..."

"Let's talk
about something else," she murmured. Her guilt had won.

"There is
nothing else."

Crazy thought
it was, I felt devastated. My heart sinking, my stomach churning, I
felt as if a long relationship was over. One brief encounter was
all we'd had, and yet I felt as if my life was in ruins. I gazed at
her pretty face framed by her blonde hair. She was beautiful,
sensual. I knew that I couldn't give up. If we could at least enjoy
mutual masturbation now and then, I'd have been happy. No, I wanted
more than that. What did she really want? Although I'd blatantly
offered her my body, she'd made the first move. She must have felt
something.

"Are you
ready?" I asked, finishing my drink.

"OK," she
smiled. My heart lifted as her blue eyes locked to mine. "We've got
plans to make. I don't think I'll take too many clothes. Just a few
things to wear in the evenings and..."

"Come on," I
interrupted her. "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Placing her
empty glass on the table, she followed me to the door. Did she have
sex on her mind? I wondered as we ambled along the street. Chatting
and laughing about the holiday, she seemed happy enough. It was as
if she'd forgotten the events of the previous night. Perhaps she
was trying to block out the truth. I did wonder whether she was
fighting a battle in her mind. Perhaps she wanted to have a sexual
relationship with me but couldn't admit it. I pondered on walking
around my bedroom in my bra and panties, but felt that subtlety was
the better approach.

Entering the
house, I noticed a note on the hall table. My mother had gone to
see her sister. She'd be back around ten. Checking my watch, I
concealed a grin as Sharon closed the front door. I had a good
three hours to... Seduce Sharon? I was sure that, after the
previous night, she'd be easy prey. Was that how I looked upon her?
Prey? I was the predator. My juices seeped in their oozing, my
clitoris roused at the prospect of her massaging fingers. I
realized then that Sharon had become a conquest.

"Well," she
breathed, following me into my room and flopping onto the bed.
"Greece, here we come." I smiled at her as she moved up the bed and
leaned against the headboard. I think it was a knowing smile. Did
she know? My stomach fluttering as I gazed at the smooth skin of
her naked thighs, I didn't know what to do. If she succumbed to her
inner desires and we made love, I knew that we'd regularly indulge
in lesbian sex. She'd already shown the deep intimacy of her
affection for me. All I had to do now was take her gently across
the threshold to ensure that she'd be mine whenever I wanted her.
Dare I display my sex-bulged panties?

She didn't
attempt to cover the alluring flesh of her naked thighs as her
skirt rode up. Perhaps she was playing games, teasing me, stirring
my inner desires. Glimpsing the triangular patch of her billowy red
panties, I wondered. Had she honestly looked upon the previous
night's intimate caressing as a one off? She'd hardly allow me to
spy her panties beneath her short skirt had she felt genuine
remorse for her act of lesbian love. I longed to know what thoughts
were careering deep within the dark tunnels of her mind.

My thoughts
turning to Greece, I knew that I couldn't spend two weeks with
Sharon without loving her. Her curvaceous bikini-clad body spread
beneath the hot sun, I couldn't survive without caressing her
gentle mounds and crevices. To save myself from sexual torment,
perhaps David would be a better companion. I came to a decision.
Sharon would only come to Greece with me if we had a strong sexual
relationship. In my deep desiring, I wanted her with a longing that
frightened me.

Becoming
confused, I wondered why I wanted to touch her, to feel the wet
warmth of her vagina hugging my pistoning finger. Was I muddling
love with lust? My libido had always run high, my thirst for sexual
satisfaction sometimes unquenchable. But only when alone with my
candle lover, not with David. Perhaps it was the intrigue of the
unknown, the forbidden. A lesbian relationship. Another girl's
naked body to pleasure. I instinctively knew that the holiday was
to change my life. Changes were taking place within me. I had to be
rid of David before leaving. Sharon... Sharon had, indeed, become a
conquest.

I wondered
whether she knew of my thoughts as I gazed at the alluring swell of
her panties. Was she aroused at the prospect of lesbian sex? Was
she waiting for me to make the first move? Sitting on the end of
the bed, I made no attempt to conceal my admiring look as my eyes
locked to the small white stain adorning the crotch of her red
panties. I wanted to push my mouth against the billowy material and
suck hard. The aphrodisiacal fragrance and the tantalising taste
would drive me wild.

"I'll see what
flights there are," she said, her thighs parting as she stretched
her long legs. "I've just had a thought. What if I can't get a
flight? I mean, what if there are no flights to Athens on the
day?"

"There are
bound to be cancellations," I replied reassuringly. "If it's too
late to book, then you'll just have to hang around the airport.
Something will turn up."

"What about
the ferry from Athens? I won't know where to go."

"Don't worry;
I'll get all the details from my uncle."

Slipping her
slender finger into her wet mouth, she appeared to be deep in
thought. Had she taken Kevin's penis shaft between the succulent
lips of her pretty mouth? She'd get a flight, I was confident as I
again followed the smooth flesh of her naked thighs running up to
her bulging panties. Her legs parting wider, I was sure that she
was luring me, beckoning me to make a move. I realized that I might
be very wrong, but decided to take that chance as I lay on my
stomach between her feet and moved up the bed. Her shapely calves
either side of my head, I tentatively ran my fingertip over the
smooth skin of her warm inner thigh. Dangerously close to the swell
of her panties as her gaze locked onto my finger, I looked up at
her pretty face for a message.

Her eyes
closing as my fingertip ran in circles close to the top of her
thigh, I was sure that she wanted me to venture further, closer to
her girl sex. The wet patch on her panties spreading over the tight
material, I felt a quiver run through my contracting womb as I
imagined her juices of arousal oozing between the inner petals of
her vagina. I felt delirious with lesbian desire. Almost losing
control, I pressed my fingertip into the cushiony material of her
panties. Soft, warm, moist. My heart racing, my hand trembling, my
desire burning, I knew that I couldn't hold back now.

Moving down
the bed and resting her head on the pillow, she parted her legs
wider. The narrow crotch of her panties unable to conceal the swell
of her outer love lips, I ran my finger up her inner thigh and
pulled the flimsy material to one side. My heart leaped as I
focused on her blatantly exposed vulva. Her sex crack gaping, her
inner butterfly wings unfurling, I gazed longingly at the opaque
droplets of liquid clinging to her intricate sex folds. My mouth
watered at the prospect of tasting another girl's juices of desire.
I'd tasted my own from my fingers after massaging my pussy, but
another girl's?

She lay in
silence as I stroked the swell of her outer labia, tickled the
sparse blonde curls sprouting from the sensitive flesh of her
vaginal hillocks. Only her deep breathing disturbed the quietness
of the bedroom as my fingertip ran over the spongy petals of her
protruding inner lips. The silence was uncanny, the outside world
fading into oblivion as we ventured further down the path to true
lesbian love.

Pulling her
panties further aside, I pushed my finger between the wet doors to
her inner sanctuary. She quivered, her stomach rising and falling
jerkily as my finger slowly entered the fiery sheath of her tight
pussy. Her gasps came, involuntary rushings of breath as her body
convulsed. Her juices of arousal flowed, trickling down my finger
as I penetrated her tight sheath further. In the rising of her
desire, she had at last yielded to me. Her beautiful body was mine
for the taking.

Sliding my
finger out of the welcoming sheath of her vagina, I watched her
inner petals clinging lovingly to my girl-wet finger. Eyeing her
juices of love glistening on my skin, my inquisitive tongue licking
my lips, I pondered the taste of her arousal. Lubricious, warm,
aphrodisiacal... Thrusting my finger into her love hole as her
breathing quickened in her rising desire, I lowered my head. I was
about to taste her, but her panties slipped back into position,
partially concealing her pussy.

I wanted to
pull her panties off, but daren't interrupt the gentle vaginal
massaging for fear of her changing her mind and crossing her naked
legs. She had yielded, come close to the point of no return, but I
had to push her a little further. Finally slipping my juiced finger
out of the drenched duct of her tightening pussy, I reached to the
bedside table and grabbed my nail scissors. She was oblivious to my
naughtiness as I began to cut through the veil of her panties. Her
body trembling, her eyes closed as I worked the scissors across the
crotch of her panties, she parted her thighs further.

Carefully
removing the red material, exposing her sex slit, I ran my lips
over the blonde pubes. Breathing in the aphrodisiacal scent of her
femininity, I felt my own juices streaming from my vagina and
soaking my tight panties. If only David could see me now, I mused
in my rising sexual passion. If only he could witness the unveiling
of Sharon's vulva, my wanton act of lesbian love. I didn't need the
penetrating hardness of his manhood. I didn't want his grunting and
sperming.

My tongue
protruding between my lips, I lowered my head and locked my mouth
to the wet flesh of Sharon's sex crevice in a passionate kiss.
Tasting her, lapping up her creamy juices of girl lust, I pressed
my lips hard against hers. Parting the swollen hillocks of her
vagina with my fingers and thumbs, I fully exposed her pink inner
folds, unveiled the hood of her ripening clitoris. Again and again
I swept my tongue up her yawning valley of sex as she quivered and
writhed on the bed. At last, she was mine.

"God," she
murmured in her sexual delirium. Her clitoris swelled, emerging
from beneath its protective hood as my tongue repeatedly encircled
the rubicund flesh around the fusion of her inner lips. Stretching
her open further, I sucked on the sensitive nub of her clitoris as
it fully emerged from its hide. She gasped, whimpered and trembled
uncontrollably. The aroma of her excited me; the taste of her
juices enchanted me.