Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 19:02:33 +0100 From: Liz Subject: Bad Desires- Part 1 (adult/youth, oral, f/f) Bad Desires- Part 1 "Hey you! There's no loo paper in here, get me some will you?" I freeze, almost spilling the bucket of soap suds in my hand. Just my fucking luck. "Hey, did you hear me?" Louisa demands, hammering on the cubicle door. Panicking, I force my voice into some weird high pitched octave. "Yer, sorry. I'll go get some." If she recognises me, that's it, game over. Pushing a new roll under the door, I turn my back and grab the mop quick. Turning my eyes to the floor, I try to focus my attention on cleaning little splatters of ink from the tiles, hoping to hell she won't see me. The toilet flushes, followed by footsteps to the sink and water splashing from the tap. What's taking her so long? I know I shouldn't, but I risk a look behind me anyway. The girl of all my diabolical dreams, pouts in the mirror as she applies an irresistible shade of red lipstick. Probably stolen from her mothers cosmetics, the rouge fattens the arch and swell of her budding lips into obscenely adult proportions. As if in slow motion, I watch her tongue lick away uneven flecks of lipstick, if only she realized how well I know those lips. Thankfully the school bell's ringing before I go completely crazy and she leaves, but Christ, I need more. Work having left my mind as soon as Lauren came in, I lock myself into one of the stalls, my fingers deep inside me as I remember last night. Cursing for grabbing the Pop Tarts too quick from the toaster, I dump myself on the couch and wonder, again, whether life could get any worse. Being a janitor isn't all that bad, but after losing that last job and then the house, things definitely went down the pan pretty quick. And then the bad desires started. Things have to change, I need to get a grip on reality and stop with these stupid virtual games. Games? That's not what court would call it, more like grooming. A ping from the laptop makes me stop, a chat message starts flashing on the screen. Just delete it I tell myself, but my hands are already grabbing for the keyboard. XbabigalX I want to see you. For real this time. Come over? jackdalad92 Be there in twenty. Digging out a bandage roll from under a pile of boxes, I wrap it around my already flat chest, tying the bandage into a tight knot. Searching around the bedsit to find something more apt for my alter ego to wear, I pull on a baggy tee and the flat peaked cap from my profile picture and take a look in the mirror. Will she buy it? Lastly I take out the shoebox from under my mattress. The dildo is big, about nine inches long and very realist with thick veins and a soft, fleshy feel. Packing it into my boxers, I pull up my sweat pants and grab the crotch. "Looking good, hot stuff." By the time I get to her house, Lauren is already waiting for me, hidden under the front porch, smoking a cigarette. As I come down the driveway, she puts a finger to her lips and whispers to me. "My folks are out but my little sister's around, so we got to be quiet, she can never keep her mouth shut." As the girl goes to wrap her arms around my waist, I almost jump back, afraid that she will discover my weird, feminine shape, so alien to my true personality. But I try to act natural and let her hold me, every sense heightened in the dark, as she leans up to kiss me, her lips, sugary, sweet with frustrated teenage lust. Taking me by my sweaty palm, she leads me up the stairs. In the dim, lamp lit glow of her bedroom, I can see she is almost as nervous as me, tapping away at the computer on her desk and chatting away about nothing much. Putting on a song by some band I have never heard of, she rolls her hips along with the repetitive drum beat and pounding snyth pop, exciting my desire to near breaking point. Lauren runs her fingers over her juvenile curves, blowing me a teasing kiss and giggling as she falls onto the tiny single bed next to me. Cheekily she grabs my cap and puts it on her head. "Bet you can't believe you're finally in my bedroom?" I'm laughing along but barely hear what she's saying, all I can think about is having my hands on her legs, working their way over her knee high socks and under that school skirt. We talk and joke about, every word bringing her closer, drawing out little touches here and there. Fingers stroking my arm, playing with my cropped hair and making their way up my thigh. And then the words run out and Lauren is looking hungrily into my eyes as she pulls at the waistband of my boxers, reaching through the fly and feeling for the hard, fake phallic. Before a panic attack can take hold, I've pinned the girl to the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist as she desperately grinds against me. Tearing at her blouse, I'm pleased to discover that she isn't wearing a bra and go straight to attacking her sweet, pert nipples with my tongue and teeth. Just as my hands are reaching for their goal, she puts her hands on my chest, her heavy breathing making her voice barely audible. "Can we slow down a little? I've never actually done this before." Pulling back a little so I can look into her eyes, I try and decipher whether she means it, but only see longing looking back. "Relax", I tell her, not wanting to push my luck, "just let me make you feel good." First her expression is scared and then confused as I reach under her skirt, pulling her cream, cotton panties down to her ankles. She flinches a little but doesn't resist, a rabbit caught in the headlights. Slowly she spreads her legs for me as I reach down, tentatively caressing her pussy with my tongue. But I had been hungry for too long and soon ditch with sensitivity, forcing my tongue in and out of her tight hole, her hips rocking and hands grabbing at my head. Just as I taste the first trickle of her girl cum, I'm jolted back to reality, as Lauren squeals, pulling the blankets up over her legs. Somebody is in the room.