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Chapter 3: Getting to know you
Molly sat at the dining room table with her laptop in front of her and books and papers thrown around her. She had never been so thankful to get rid of her old table, and enjoyed the fact that she could use Tracie’s table, though a desk and an office would be even better. Tracie however, was moving things around in the spare bedroom trying to make a workable double office.
“Life will be so grand once I finish this thesis” Molly said mockingly, just under her breathe. Somehow Tracie had heard that small statement from the living room couch and came over to Molly. Tracie bent down close to Molly’s ear and swept a moist tongue slowly against it.
“Sounds like someone needs a brain break.” Tracie whispered, moving her hands slowly to Molly’s button up shirt. Molly did nothing but murmur in agreement and arched her back to allow Tracie better access to her buttons and leaned her head back to accept a kiss. Tracie knew when to give Molly her homework space, and she also knew when Molly could not bear to do any more and needed a nice distraction of sex or food, mostly sex.
Tracie undid the buttons, one by one and placed a kiss on Molly’s mouth every time a button was undone. Teasing and slowly building anticipation was Molly’s favourites, though Tracie found it very difficult to restrain herself, she enjoyed the challenge of torturing herself (with pleasure) to pleasure (with torture) Molly. Once half the buttons were done Tracie slowly trailed a hand on the inside of Molly’s shirt. The feel of skin on skin was the proof that her dear Molly wasn’t wearing a bra. Molly gasped when Tracie moved her finger tips, and gasped again when Tracie gave it a tweek.
Tracie teased her by taking her hand out of the shirt and giving a quick lick of the finger and then moving the tip of her finger around Molly’s very excited nipple. Tracie took the full weight of Molly’s breast in her hand and squeezed playfully before undoing the rest of the buttons.
“Someone is excited to play hooky from their homework I see.” Tracie stated the obvious. Soon the buttons were all done; Tracie in her youth had become a master at undoing buttons and bras. Molly was her first girlfriend, and they never really went past anything that included more than a kiss. Tracie grabbed Molly’s hand and led her to the bed in the living room, since the bedroom at that time was still being painted. Wet paint was only really sexy if it was latex made for naked bodies.
Molly fell on the bed when Tracie gently pushed her down. Tracie kissed Molly lightly on the lips, then the chin, then the neck. She licked a soft line of moisture from her neck to her ear lobe and back, she then continued to kiss down Molly’s body. Molly’s back arched, her body language pleaded with Tracie to lick her nipples.
“yes dear” Tracie murmured into Molly’s chest as she drew one of Molly’s excited nipples into her mouth. She then licked and traced lines of kisses to the other breast and did the same thing to her nipple. Molly moaned with pleasure and wiggled her hips. “Not quite yet” Tracie denied her, and Molly whimpered with frustration, but only slightly because she loved when Tracie took her time.
Tracie felt her hands slowly up and down molly’s body, once firmly with her palm, then just slightly with her finger tips. Tracie slid the small white lace boy style panties off of Molly as she softly kissed down molly’s body, nipping and licking her skin. Tracie hovered over Molly’s pussy, her hot breath touching her bare skin. Molly took an inhale of breath and held it, expecting to feel Tracie unfold her and lick. Tracie denied her this and when to kiss her thighs. Another whimper came from Molly. Tracie grinned smugly and nipped at Molly’s skin gently. “Patience”
Tracie kissed along Molly’s right thigh until she got to Molly’s wet pussy. She licked her lips, and then licked Molly’s. Tracies thumbs slowly brought apart her folds and her tongue lightly grazed Molly’s clit. Molly’s hips bucked slightly at the feel of Tracies tongue.
“Whoa, cowgirl.” Tracie giggled and held Molly’s hips down while she leisurely licked Molly, her tongue circulating and tracing and flicking at Molly’s clit. She let her tongue travel down and taste deeper. Molly was starting to breathe heavier and faster. Tracie took a hand from Molly’s hip and slid a finger into Molly. It was time to get serious and get Molly to climax, and climax hard. Tracie loved the sight of Molly as she came, the usually serious and stressed Molly would completely tense. And then let everything, every stress that was bothering her just disappear for away.
Plus Tracie loved the sounds she was making when Tracie was hitting a hot spot. She put another finger in side and gently rubbed Molly’s g-spot, never once giving up the tongue-on-clit strategy. Molly was coming unglued, her hips tried to wiggle against Tracie, for more and more. Her moans coming constantly and quickly, they sounded involuntary and somewhat animalistic. Tracie started to rub her g-spot faster, and taste Molly deeply. She herself was getting unbearably turned on.
It didn’t take long before Molly became to shake and take that one last breath of air before climaxing. Her left leg twitched as the waves slowly subsided from her finish. Tracie grinned to herself. She still found it hard to believe that the girl she barely held hands with, but still her first love, was now panting because of the cunnalingus that Tracie had given her.
Tracie came up to Molly’s face and kissed her forhead, then nose and finally and deep passionate kiss. “Let’s lay her a while before you have to go back to work” Tracie suggested. Snuggling into Molly’s naked body. Tracie couldn’t help but slowly caress Mollly’s breasts.
“That sounds great Trace.” Molly snuggled right back into Tracie’s body. Molly loved Tracie’s love to give, and not ask for anything in return. Of course Molly did return the favour, but there was no need to do that repaying right now. Molly planned to get Trace when she least expected it. Perhaps get her hot and bothered in the Movie theather and then devour her as soon as they get back to the apartment. Tracie loved it when Molly was a little naughty, it was as if Tracie still saw Molly is that little shy questioning teenager. Molly was not shy any more, and there was no question, she loved women’s bodies. Tracie has a familiar body, even though she had never seen it in high school, she always found herself imagining Tracie’s naked body.
Molly kissed Tracies forehead. “I love you Trace.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter 4: Running away from you.
Alba slammed her door when she got into her car. Of course she was trying to look calm and collected.
“Holy fuck that was him.” Alba got her seatbelt on and started the car. She managed to be able to look up to see if he was looking at her. She wondered if he recognized her at all. He didn’t seem to have noticed her past a random person who almost ran him over in a coffee shop. Alba checked her pager and called the number listed.
“Hey Chance, how’s it going.” Alba said when her sometimes but not always, flamboyant partner of her department answered the phone.
“I’m absolutely flawless! Tommy here on the other hand is having a bit of an issue.” Chance replied with a bit of flair. Alba wondered if he just did that for the kids sake. Yea some kids hated Chance because he was gay, but most kids found him non threatening after that was found out. It even got some of the kids to respect him strangely enough. Chance, well you most likely aren’t picturing a tall black man with an chunky build, but that’s Chance. Alba has started working with him almost three years ago, she would have no idea where her career would be if it wasn’t for Chance. He kept her head out of the toilet bowl. Social work was a stressful job.
“Fuck you, gay ass bitch. Just let me go. I don’t wanna speak to that cunt.” Was the voice that was on Chance’s side of the conversation.
“Mind your manners Tommy.” Chance said in a voice that would remind anyone of their mother. Alba could just picture Tommy with his middle finger in the air and giving a ridiculous face. Tommy came from an abusive family. He was a really smart kid that thought everything and everyone in the world was against him. Alba was in charge of making sure he was staying in school and staying away from gang activity.
“Chance, I’m on my way there. I’ll be 10 to 15.” Alba said on the phone. She was close by and might be sooner than that. However, she didn’t want Tommy to know how long she would be, it would be easier for Chance to stall him.
Alba sighed when she hung up the phone. Her mind was on Tommy but it quickly unfolded to be more inclusive of the guy she ran into that day. She was almost a hundred percent that the man she bumped into was the man she had sex with the night of the masquerade party a year ago.
His body was very familiar, and those green eyes Alba could recognize anywhere. She remembered that it would really be hard for him to recognize her because she was not wearing her mask, and that was the only thing that he would have remembered her as. She seduced him in one of the themed rooms in the party Emilia had thrown for her organization.
He was a little bit dirty going into the coffee shop. She wondered what he did for a living. He was still amazingly good looking beneath the layers of dirt on his clothes and skin. Alba was glad she never made direct contact with the man at the coffee shop. She didn’t know his name, knew little about him but where he licked to be licked, touched and different intimate details you would only get from having sex with a stranger. The only thing she cared to know about him before she attempted to seduce him was that he was not involved with someone else.
Her mind raced with the thoughts of what her and the man from the coffee shop did, and the nervousness she felt when she saw him again. She shook her head, trying to get the image of him naked below her out of her head. She needed to focus on work and getting Tommy to talk to her about what made him get in trouble again. That’s when she was called in, when there was a problem child that started to do well, then relapsed and fell back into their old routine of no respect and breaking laws.
Tommy was a smart kid, but for some reason Tommy just never believed he could be anymore then a silly troubled kid that was forced to live in a system that didn’t care for his well being. Alba cared though, Alba always cared. Unfortunately for Alba that means that some people have been using that to their advantage.
Chapter ???: The Masqurade
“Alba!” Emilia said coming down the hallway of her town house. She said it with a motherly tone, most likely used for her clients that wanted a motherly type dom. Emilia
