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The Adventures of Lori(mffm/spank), Part Four
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READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. Written 11/95.
"The Adventures of Lori"
Part 4
"Sandy's Surrender"
Sandy sat bolt upright in the recliner, eyes wide, tears trickling
down her face. Her hands dug into the soft leather of the arms of the
recliner. She felt Lori gently brush her hair to one side, felt Lori's soft
lips caressing the back of her neck. Sandy almost fainted.
Lori gently repeated her request, letting go of the girl's hair and
and allowing it to fall softly into place. "Please, Sandy. Show me. Show me
how you turn yourself on. Show me how you make yourself cum. Teach me, Sandy.
Teach me how you make yourself cum."
Stunned, Sandy felt the tears, could not stop them. It wasn't
supposed to happen like this. Sandy had half expected, even hoped, that this
experienced woman would simply take her, ignore her protests, her pleas, and
make her cum. Sandy didn't want to have to think about what was happening,
didn't want to have to admit to herself that yes, she was really, truly
aroused by women.
But no. The woman was baiting her, teasing her, forcing her to admit
her feelings. Sandy's neck tingled where Lori's lips had pressed so lightly,
so recently. She thought of Lori masturbating, right there in front of her,
climaxing to thoughts of - ME! She was thinking of ME while she did that!
Sandy felt the tears come harder as something deep within her came
to the surface at last.
Lori stood quietly behind the girl, waiting patiently. She knew what
thoughts were going through her mind right now. She was silent, knowing that
Sandy's sexuality would be determined in the next several moments.
Sandy tried. She tried to move her hand between her legs, tried to
undo her zipper to let this wonderful woman see it all. But even though
she finally recognized this, wanted this, she was still too scared to make it
happen. She spoke, her voice cracking, her tears almost of frustration now.
"I want to", she sobbed. "I want to. I do, I do. Oh, my God, I do."
Her head fell forwards to her chest, tears falling like rain. But her hands
remained locked in a death grip to the arms of the recliner.
Lori felt her own tears beginning. Sandy was beautiful. A lovely
young girl. She wanted to help her, to allow he to feel the things she now
desparately desired.
She moved to stand in front of the crying girl. She knelt in front
of the recliner, looking up into Sandy's tear-filled eyes. Very softly, she
put her hands on the arms of the recliner, covering Sandy's trembling hands
with her own.
Sandy looked at her nervously, her tears slowing a bit. Lori's hands
felt so nice. So soft. Sandy felt her last resistance crumbling beneath
those hands, beneath Lori's loving gaze.
Very slowly, Lori took Sandy's hands in her own and lifted them up
off the recliner. Sandy reluctantly let go her grip on the chair and allowed
Lori to guide her hands upwards. She'll do it now, Sandy thought hopefully.
She'll take me now and I won't have to think about it.
But instead, Lori merely placed Sandy's hands in her lap. Sandy sat
there, her hands resting between her legs, pleading with her eyes for Lori
to do something more, to take control of the situation. But Lori knelt
quietly, silently, waiting for Sandy's next move. Lori's hands rested on the
arms of the recliner, where Sandy's had so recently been.
Sandy's mind was a whirlwind. She knew she was more aroused than she
her ever been before, she was long past the point of losing control - if it
had been a man kneeling before her. Her body shuddered with supressed desire,
her eyes glowed with a fire that burned more intensely with each passing
moment. Staring into those eyes, Lori knew it was only a matter of time.
Seconds passed. Then minutes. Sandy's tears halted, and the two of
them seemed frozen in place, as if in a highly erotic painting. Finally, Lori
broke the silence. "Please." She whispered.
It was too much for Sandy, poised on a razor's edge of arousal. That
soft, suggestive voice, almost pleading with HER! Too much.
Sandy cried out, the words meaningless. Her hands flew to her zipper,
and instantly, it was down. Her fingers slid inside her panties, into her
waiting pussy. She leaned her head back against the recliner and surrendered
herself to her own passion.
Lori remained still, feeling the girl's legs twitching, feeling her
movements rock the recliner. Sandy masturbated long and hard, eyes closed,
seeming to forget all about Lori's presence. In the course of her passion,
Sandy succeeded in sliding her jeans partway down, her panties as well.
Now she lay there, spent, breathless, as Lori watched.
As Sandy lay helpless, taking in great, deep breaths, Lori stood.
Quickly, quietly, she undressed. Nude, she stood next to the recliner,
waiting for Sandy to regain her composure.
Sandy's eyes flickered open, one finger dangling from the corner of
her mouth, the other idly tracing patterns on the inside of her thighs. She
looked up and saw Lori. Nude. Her eyes widened instantly.
Without giving the stunned girl time to recover, Lori joined her in
the recliner. Sandy found gazing up at a nude woman, who knelt above her,
loosely pinning her to the chair. She gasped, and felt the heat between her
legs flare up again. A nude woman. She watched me cum. I watched her cum.
She felt her face flaring as she slowly moved her hand to a spot
between Lori's legs. She paused, nervously looking into Lori's face, wanting
approval, almost begging approval. Lori smiled, leaned down, and kissed
Sandy on the lips. Sandy went wild all over again.
Her hand pressed against Lori's crotch, and she heard Lori inhale
sharply. I did that, Sandy thought. I made her do that. She moved her hand
in a circle, making sure there was solid contact with Lori's mound.
Lori smiled, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened in a long sigh
of pleasure. The world stopped for Sandy, there was only this woman above
her, this woman I'm pleasing, this woman who made me learn so much about
myself. This woman. I'm making love to a woman.
And as Lori's face glowed with the rush of orgasm, Sandy knew she had
truly found herself.
The rest of the evening passed quickly for both women. Sandy learned
quickly, and Lori had no trouble climaxing over and over. Sandy benefitted
from Lori's promised experience as well, and the young girl was almost
overwhelmed by the sensations Lori coaxed from her willing body.
They were together deep into the night, falling asleep beside each
other on the living room floor.
Sandy woke up, startled. She looked around for a moment, wondering
why she was lying on a floor in a strange place. Then she saw the recliner.
The memories flooded back to her, and she found herself getting damp
again. She smiled, and her hands caressed the soft leather chair almost
lovingly.
"Lori?" she called softly. No answer. She found the bathroom. Empty.
Lori was not to be found. In the kitchen, though, Sandy found food
for breakfast, and a note.
"Sandy. I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself. Have a bite to eat,
but please clean up. It's not my house! Love always, Lori."
Nothing else. Sandy looked around, puzzled. She felt the tears again,
knowing deep inside that she would never see Lori again. She ate breakfast
without tasting it, and tidied up what little she had used.
She dressed, wishing to feel Lori's hands against her just once more.
She knew what Lori had done, knew that indeed, Lori had taught her, in her
own way. She felt a tremendous gratitude towards the woman, a sense of
fellowship, of bonding. Her first lesbian experience would be something she
would treasure forever.
Sandy was smiling happily as she locked the house and drove away.
***
Lori got home and stood in the shower, luxuriating in the hot jets
of water. Sandy was so nice. She wondered for an instant about calling her
again sometime. No, it was better this way.
Hmm. Then why am I going to see Donna this evening?
As the image of Donna solidified within her mind, Lori felt her
hands being drawn magnetically to a very special place.
*** TO BE CONTINUED ***
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