Lesbian Encounters - Scene 3

Charlotte dragged the nomination trophy close and smirked. Diana hovered, stiff-shouldered, the same girl who'd never dared pull her boyfriend’s zipper. Tight blonde braid in one fist, Charlotte leaned in like she held court. Her lips brushed the shell of Diana’s ear. “Close your eyes,” she murmured, “and act like I’m him. I’ll do every filthy thing he’s afraid to try.” Diana’s lashes fluttered shut. Charlotte shoved her down and the mattress bounced. Their mouths crashed wet and open, tongues hungry from the first contact. Hands fought fabric—blouses tossed, jeans yanked to ankles—until bare skin slid over bare skin. Charlotte found the pink, swollen cleft between Diana’s thighs and rubbed slow circles that turned into firm strokes, making the virgin gasp and arch. When her tongue followed, it lapped long stripes before settling on a hard suck that left Diana panting and pulling at Charlotte’s dark hair. Fingers pushed inside next—two at once—knuckles deep, curling exactly where the untouched body needed. Diana spread wider. Charlotte’s free hand pinned her wrists above her head. Their hips ground together, slick folds slipping and slapping, clit against clit in a furious rhythm. Short, quick cries left Diana every time Charlotte’s mouth found her nipple and bit. The air thickened with sweat and the heady scent of their need; the sheets twisted beneath their sliding bodies. Charlotte straddled Diana’s thigh, rode it while her fingers kept thrusting. Sweat glistened at her collarbone. Diana bucked up to meet every grind, moaning into Charlotte’s throat until the older woman growled and sealed their mouths together again, tongues darting. Release hit in stuttering waves; Diana shook beneath the steady pumping fingers, thighs clamping, then softening, tremors still running through her belly. Charlotte never stopped smiling. They both looked wrecked, hair sticking to damp skin, lips swollen, still touching and tasting like they’d missed every chance until now.