Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

A Sinful Act>: 12

It was half past ten when she was getting ready to leave. Her parents thought she was sleeping over at a friend's house so she didn't have to get home at a specific time, but after everything that happened, if she wasn't going to hang out with Anna then parties like these weren't that much fun anymore. She sure as hell wasn't going to have another drink. So she put on her jacket and was about to leave when suddenly Anna snuck up behind her. "All that effort to track me down and you're just going to leave without even saying hello?" She asked, quietly enough that no one else would be able to hear her over the sound of the music.

Ivy spun to face the speaker even as her cheeks flushed at the accusation. "I don't know-"

"That's kind of creepy, don't you think?" Anna interrupted, standing uncomfortably close. "I should go," Ivy said.

"Yeah. You should go upstairs with me," Anna smiled wickedly, "But if you don't want to then you can go home and finger yourself to the thought of everything you wish we'd done instead. Your call." After she finished talking, Anna turned and walked upstairs without backward glance, leaving Ivy there, flustered and blushing so brightly that her ears burned. The last thing she would have ever expected was for Anna to know about her crush, let alone confront her about it. She was mortified, but she knew that after an invitation like that, if she left now she'd never forgive herself.

So with her shame written all over her face, Ivy started to slowly walk up the stairs ten feet or so behind Anna. When she got to the top of the stairs, she was just barely in time to see Anna disappear into a door on the left before closing it behind her. This was a problem, because by the time Ivy got there, there were a couple doors she might be hiding behind. The last thing she wanted to do was barge in on someone else's make out session though. Tentatively she listened to the first door, but immediately pulled her ear away from the door. From the moaning and the creaking of the bed, someone was definitely fucking in there. The next room seemed quiet, but when Ivy cracked the door open she only found a linen closet. Finally she opened the third door, and as she stepped tentatively inside it she whispered "Anna, are you in here?"

The words had barely left her mouth before someone pressed her against the wall and kissed her hard. For a second she struggled, but once she realized the mouth was too small and the hands were too soft to be a guy's she stopped and melted beneath the passion of Anna's lips. It was an intoxicating sensation. It was what she'd been aching for almost a month, and now suddenly she had it, and she could barely handle it. She stood there like a stunned deer for almost a minute as Anna's hands wandered her body unopposed. This was further than they'd gone last time, and it had only just started, Ivy realized, hyperventilating as Anna's hand's moved to explore her breasts and her sensitive rib cage. It was only when Anna reached for the clasp on Ivy's bra though, that her own hands finally stirred to life and began to explore her partner as well. Ivy had decent breasts, and a lovely body, but no matter what bra she wore, her breasts would never be as sexy as Anna's. She wasn't just a cup size bigger. Her breasts were fuller, and more buoyant - something every boy at the pool had to have noticed at least once, and for now they were all hers. She began to tentatively grope them, making her partner moan appreciatively in her mouth.

"That's a good girl," Anna whispered, breaking the kiss. "And here I thought you were going to be a pillow princess and make me do all the work, sweetie." Ivy wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but as long as her lover didn't stop playing with her nipples she wasn't about to ask.

"I think you'll enjoy it more if we get rid of these though..." Anna teased, pulling at Ivy's shirt. She wasn't about to argue that. She didn't know how, but once she was down to just her panties she started to get really nervous. Even though Anna was giving her a private strip tease and showing off her beautiful breasts and hips all Ivy could do was try to cover herself up, suddenly ashamed at her own nudity in a place like this. "What's the matter Ivy?" Anna asked as she dropped her pants to the bedroom floor." Lose your nerve? Afraid of what everyone will think if they see us together again?"

not that," Ivy protested, "It's just

It wasn't necessarily hotter than the more aggressive kisses earlier, but they were hot and wet, and she got

where anyone could walk in wasn't such a good idea. She'd forgotten how to speak by that point though, and when Anna sucked one of Ivy's sensitive nipples into her mouth she never wanted to learn again. Instead she just moaned. Louder than she knew she should. Loud enough for other people to hear if there was a lull in a song. She couldn't help it. It was such an erotic moment, especially when Anna stopped and

her lover's nipple as she supported the beautiful breast with her right hand. Ivy couldn't look up to see the look on Anna's face while she did it, but she could feel her lover's body stiffen, and hear

girl." Anna whispered as she tugged Ivy's left arm toward the headboard and looped something around her wrist, restraining it. "That's my closeted little queer." That remark

say

to tweak Ivy's nipples and make her gasp in painful ecstasy. "You could

if you added in nudity, and kissing, she was a complete mess right now. Ivy's panties were soaked as her body begged for attention, but her mind was already worried that she'd gone way too far and she should stop. Neither of these things made her stop Anna when

asked only dimly aware of

you're really straight or if you're just in denial." Anna promised before she started a long meandering trail of kisses down Ivy's body. This terrified Ivy, but in the best possible way. Getting kissed had felt amazing, but in the dim light of the bedroom she watched Anna suck on her nipples before

her lover's kisses reached her stomach while she started pulling down her panties. Anna was getting much to close to her sex for comfort. This had gone too far. Whether

so powerful that it bordered on pain, and almost exactly the opposite of those terrible hours she'd spent with Brian. There it had been horribly painful until finally something in her had broken, but here she could only feel her shame rising in direct proportion to the ecstasy that overwhelmed her. "No... Please... It's too much," Ivy loudly whimpered this time, not caring who heard her. As she begged for Anna not to go any further, she bucked her hips and squeezed her thighs, to try to get her to stop, but it did no good. Instead of stopping, Anna slid two fingers effortlessly inside her soaking hole while she continued to attack Ivy's

as every muscle that had been slowly tightening all through this encounter slowly released at once. In the last couple weeks of masturbation Ivy had learned a lot about her body. She'd figured out how to make herself cum harder or faster, and sometimes even several times in a row, depending on her mood. No matter how long she practiced or what toys she bought, she would never make herself cum as hard

so hot," she said, before kissing Ivy. Ivy tried to shy away from that kiss. The idea of tasting her own vagina wasn't exactly sexy to her, and it was one step closer to becoming a homosexual in her mind, but Anna wouldn't let her uneasy lover get away that easy, and after a

guys, but when I see a pretty conflicted girl like you... we'll I just have to