Apples to almonds:
Iris sat huddled over a small oak dining table that was propped in the center of an extravagant kitchen. “This sucks” she sighed as she mulled over a bowl of cheerios, drizzled in Almond milk, a look of utter misery plastered on her features, not entirely interested in eating this morning. Events from the previous day were replayed in her head over and over again, making her stomach churn. Sleep hadn’t come easily, echoes of Gingers words caused her to toss and turn. Eventually, the attempt at sleep proved futile, when the sun began to filter in through her window, creating long shadows across the floor.
"Good Morning cupcake” Her mother chimed happily as she entered the kitchen in a fluffy pink robe and matching slippers. Laura Delaney, almost an older version of Iris. With a slight smile Iris watched her mother tug a hand through her long dark brown hair. Hardly anyone believed Laura was well into her forties; she had a pristine complexion and timeless features. There were laugh lines around her soft green eyes that only served to give her face more character. Iris often wondered how much laughter it would take to get lines like those.
"Morning." Iris responded sleepily, making another attempt to shovel the cereal into her mouth. "I broke curfew last night." Iris had never been able to lie to her mother, especially about things she knew she was already aware of. It was far easier to just confess and get it over with.
Her mother shook her head with a small laugh. "I know." the sly reply made Iris wince, her mother seemed to know everything, even before she committed the crime. She waited for the untold punishment to be decreed as her mother crossed to the fridge to pull out a gallon of Apple juice. "What should your punishment be I wonder?" Laura grinned playfully.
Iris stirred her cheerios idly in the bowl and watched the whirlpool effect it created with fading interest. "Death, most assuredly, commence the beheading." the dry response was partly serious; all she wanted to do right now was curl up and die. With a sigh of disgust she pushed the bowl away from her, and then pulled her eyes up to reluctantly meet her mothers.
"Goodness, I was just going to put you on dish duty for a week. What has you so down?" The previous jovial tone her mother held was now one of genuine concern as she moved to the cupboard to pull down a cup. "Anything I can help with?"
Iris shook her head and placed her chin in the palm of her hand as she propped her elbow dramatically on the counter with a sigh. "Ginger and I had another big fight…Huge ….Huge fight" She said as she attempted to stifle a yawn.
Her mother chuckled, and then moved to sit at the table beside her "Relationships have their ups and downs cherub, but you two always work it out. Remember last summer? You swore you would never speak to Ginger again, and in less than a week you guys were joined at the hip once again." She grinned playfully as she reached out to poke the point of Iris’s nose with the tip of her finger.
"It’s different this time…" she struggled with the knowledge that this would be a subject she couldn't openly share with her mother. “Way different.” There came a sudden, cold realization, she had lost the one person she could confide in about anything. It made her stomach harden into cold stone. "You're right" Iris conceded, not wanting to take the subject any further. The last thing she needed was to have her mother die of a stroke. She could see the news article now: ‘Daughter comes out of the closet, Kills popular socialite Laura Delaney.’ With a false smile she continued “We will work it out.”
"I am sure you will.” It was a tentative comment, before her mother motioned to Iris’s attire. The exact same thing she had worn the day before. “Is this a new fad or something? Because, I don’t think even your prize winning smile can deter people from noticing wrinkled clothes and the smell of old sweat sock.” It was a playful jibe at Iris’s lack of wardrobe change, and a subtle reminder of the responsibilities they had as a family. Always, they had to be perfect dolls for her father to show off.
Iris looked down to scrutinize herself and sighed. “Did you get a dress for the Charity Banquet tonight?” she murmured, eager to change the subject.
“Yes!” Her mother beamed. “I got one for you too.”
“What?” Iris blinked back surprise “I am going too?” She should have seen this coming. After she had graduated with honors, her parents had developed huge plans for her at her fathers’ law firm. This included becoming a personal assistant, and then once college courses began, he would make her an intern, which would ultimately flow into becoming a lawyer herself. It was pretty cut and dry. She was to follow in his footsteps. This meant she would now be a part of all the formal functions too.
“Of course you are!” Her father’s voice a low timber poured into the kitchen, warm and kind. He wore a blue cotton robe, as he always did on Saturdays. Timothy Delaney, the best Lawyer in the state of Florida. Iris adored him. His skin tone was substantially darker than her or her mothers. It was a natural dark tan that complimented his hazel eyes. To Iris, it seemed the only thing she had gotten from the entanglement of her parents DNA was his noble structured nose, and how it curved so slightly at the tip. Iris passed him the warmest smile she could muster “I’ll be happy to attend.”
Her Father nodded as he walked behind her and ruffled her hair “We have a long day ahead of us kiddo, looks like you will have the house to yourself.” He moved to her mother and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek before reaching across the table to unravel a package of bagels.
“It’s going to be wonderful.” Her mother grinned. “Your father and I are going to spend the day at Le Mirage Resort and Spa, where we will be massaged, oiled, exfoliated, trimmed and primped” The excitement in her voice was hard to miss. Her mother simply adored these sorts of trips.
Iris couldn’t help but smile. “You two deserve a break.” she chimed. After last night, Iris needed time alone. She had to gather her thoughts. Even if it meant staying in bed all day, mourning the loss of something she barely even recognized. What why her chest aching, like someone had ripped a hole in it?
Iris fell silent, lost in thought, the murmur of her parents’ banter echoing around her. How she envied their relationship. They hardly ever fought, and when they did, it was so brief one wouldn’t even notice. They adored each other, and loved her just as much. She pondered if she could ever be like that with Ginger, if they could ever be that happy and comfortable.
No. Things didn’t work like that in this world of high society. It didn’t matter if you were happy. In this world, if you were different, you were scrutinized. People you considered friends, would happily drag your name through the mud if it meant they could get little bit higher on the social ladder. She doubted even her father’s sparkling reputation could survive the mudslinging that would erupt if she chose to follow her heart. How could she so selfishly ruin him? The answer was so simple, yet it stung all the same. She couldn’t.
Iris was torn from deep thought as the doorbell, with its whimsical tune echoed through the large condo. All three of them stopped and stared at each other for a long moment, confusion on their faces. “Are we expecting anyone?” Iris offered as she slid away from the table and headed towards the door.
“No…” her parents said in unison as they watched her go, then returned to their conversation about the Spa and what types of wraps they would get.
Iris peeked out of the peephole in the door and saw no one. Befuddled, she unlocked it and pulled it open slowly; she stepped out and looked up and down the street, nothing. Curiously, she scanned the rows and rows of manicured lawns on either side of them. Several high end vehicles were parked along the street, but there was no sign of anyone nearby. Odd. She thought to herself as she turned to go back inside. Her barefoot landed atop the welcome mat, instead of the prickly sensation from the woven plastic, she felt something smooth crinkle beneath her heel. Iris looked down to find a small white envelope beneath her foot. “What the…?”
She looked up again, this time suspiciously glancing down the street. Iris lifted her foot and scooped up the parcel, twirling it in her hands. She gave an involuntary chill at the sight of her name, neatly printed on the outside. No stamp. No return address. Just her name. ‘Iris’ Nimble fingers parted the sealed lip, opening it up to reveal what looked like several pictures and a note that had been painstakingly printed on an index card. ‘You will be exposed.’ Iris felt her brows furrow as she delved into the envelope, a sickening stab of mortification formed in her stomach as she flipped through the evidence. Blood rushed to her ears, she felt faint. A small ivory hand snaked out to hold onto the doorjamb, her legs threatening to give way beneath her light headed disbelief.
“Who is it?” her father called form the kitchen, forcing Iris to stuff the envelope and its contents frantically into her jean pocket. “Just a prank.” She called back to them as she slammed and locked the door behind her. She felt ill, like she was about to toss what little breakfast she had, all over the marble floor. “I…didn’t sleep well, going to lay down for a bit…” she added weakly, then bounded up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, she skidded to a halt once she reached her room and clambered for her cellphone. Curses fled her lips as she yanked her cellphone from her desk; her hands were trembling so much she could barely dial Gingers’ number.
: pearl before swine:
It was well past noon when Ginger stirred in her bed, soft cinnamon hair draped along the expanse of a satin pillow. Her matching silk sheets and cotton down comforter were twisted and tangled between her legs. With a low groan she sat up, rubbing her eyes before sliding her feet to the floor. The four poster bed creaked slightly as she pushed her way out of it, and made her way in zombie fashion to her private bathroom. There was time to stop and grimace at her reflection in the mirror before she began to splash anxiously splash water on her face. “I have to stop staying up so late…”
“Oh, you are up Miss. Sharpe” a heavy Latin accent sounded from her doorway. Maria, their maid was intruding upon her space again. To Gingers relief, she was fluent in English, a cute chubby woman, rounded along all her edges, with happy dark brown eyes. A wealth of black hair was always pulled back into a plaited braid that followed her spine.
“Barely…” Ginger groused as she came back into her room, leaning against the doorway to her bathroom in a white T-Shirt and blue boxers. She narrowed her eyes on Maria as she plucked dirty clothes from the floor and tucked them away in a large basket that was balanced against her large hip. “You don’t have to do that Maria” Ginger sighed. She was still a little upset over the events of the previous eve. Fuming on the inside, rejection hurt, no matter who it came from. The last thing she needed right now was someone invading her privacy. “I am old enough to wash my own clothes”
“You’re Father wants you downstairs Miss” Maria grinned defiantly as she continued her duties.
“Fine” She pushed a hand through her hair and was about to exit the room when she saw Maria bend over to tug her miniskirt from beneath the bed. Mortification crossed her features as the black little vibrator fell from its back pocket and landed in the middle of the floor between them.
“Oh Dios mio!” Maria cried as her plump cheeks turned to a dark red. Maria crossed herself in typical catholic fashion several times, as if warding herself from some evil.
Ginger stood there staring at her in disbelief for a long moment. “It’s a vibrator Maria, not an instrument of Satan.” She shook her head and crossed the small distance to scoop it up, before she tossed it into the drawer of her nightstand. Maria said nothing as Ginger turned and headed down the long hallway toward her father’s study. That was probably for the best, If Maria had started her usual nagging, Ginger would have been forced to regale the woman with a few stories that could possibly have had Maria crossing herself for the rest of the day.
“It’s about time.” Her Father grumbled as she entered his private office in the mansion they considered a home. He sat behind an ominous cherry wood desk, peering at her over the business section of the newspaper. The room itself was a twisted myriad of dead animals mounted on every wall, including a life sized bear in the corner, which looked to be frozen in time as it stood on its hind legs to scent the air for possible food. “Sit.”
Ginger gave a slight growl at being ordered around like a household pet, but held her tongue. She hated this room. She scanned the many bookshelves around her, filled with medical references and various display models of the female figure. Ginger swore he was some glorified version of Jack the Ripper. The reasoning behind this was simple, he got paid to slice into women with low self-esteem and used the profits from that to fund the pursuit of stuffed carcasses. “You wanted to talk?” Her voice was tense as she lowered herself into the high-backed mahogany chair in front of his desk. This could not be good news. The only time he ever wished to see her was to scream at her for some insane mistake or coerce her into things he knew she hated.
“Yes” He cleared his throat and folded the paper delicately before placing it on the desk before him. He was fat; his face was weathered, like old leather. Salt and pepper hair rounded the bald spot atop his head, flowing down into a well-trimmed mustache and chiseled beard. He had a long hawk-like nose and greasy lips that always seemed to be unnaturally moist. “I have been invited to a Charity Banquet tonight.” He paused as if Ginger was supposed to be impressed by this “Your presence is required.”
Ginger laughed outright and leaned back in the chair, a defiant flare alight in her deep blue eyes. “I respectfully decline the invitation.” Gingers’ tone was flat, unemotional. She flinched as her fathers’ fist slammed into his desk, the sound reverberating off the walls of his office.
“You will be going to this event, and you will be civil, it is time you started making the right friends in the right circles.” He stared her down with his mousey brown eyes, “If you refuse, I shall freeze your spending account and have Hector put a boot on your car. You will learn to obey me. Are we clear?”
Ginger felt waves of heat cascade from her chest to her shoulders; anger flooded her soul and flushed to her face. She wanted to lose her temper, fight and scream, but that would only get her grounded or worse. She wanted to see Iris again soon. That meant she had to swallow her pride, just this once. Her words came out between gritted teeth, as she dug her fingers into the arms of the leather chair. “Obviously, I have no choice. Father”
He gave her a false smile, picking up his newspaper once again to resume his reading. “So glad we could see eye to eye.”
Ginger stared at him with disbelief. She wanted nothing more than to be able to lunge over his desk and shove that paper down is throat. Instead, she stood up and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
“Bastard.” She whispered as she pulled her hands up around her, she tried to force her temper into submission. He never seemed to understand, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, it was how he asked. He enjoyed the pompous, you will do as I say, attitude that he had adopted so long ago. It made her wish she could just leave, run away. She wanted out so badly, but all she had was things he had given her. Things he could take away. Often, she wondered how her mother had escaped and still been able to forge a life of her own. Ginger had hated her mother for leaving without even a word, even more so, for not taking her with her. Now, Ginger understood that sometimes, it was the only choice you had.
As she drew closer to her room, she heard a familiar ringtone humming from her cell on her nightstand. Quickening her pace, Ginger dashed into the room and nearly fell over herself to answer it. “Hello my darling, I knew you couldn’t resist me forever.” her playful answer quickly died at the sound of Iris in distress.
“Not now Ginger.” Iris’s voice was tense, on the verge of tears. “We need to talk.”
“Sure.” Ginger was confused, but whatever had Iris this upset had to be important. “Let me get dressed, I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Okay.” Iris replied tensely before the call ended.
Ginger stared at the phone with an incredulous look. “She just hung up on me…”
::exposed::
“Pictures!” Iris cried, tossing the envelope into Gingers lap as she moved around to slide into the passenger seat of her car. “Of us, Ginger. Together.” Iris stared at Ginger, tears filling her eyes she knew, if anyone could come up with a plan on what to do, it was Gin.
“Calm down, it can’t be that bad.” Ginger said softly as she pulled the pictures from the envelope, her eyes narrowed at the scenes captured. Immediately she could see why Iris was losing her mind, it was indeed, that bad. “These are from last night.” They were clearly done by an amateur but the accuracy was more than enough to cause a scandal. Personally, Ginger didn’t care about ruining her father, he could rot in hell and have these pictures tattooed to the back of his eye lids. But Iris, this would destroy her, and possibly her family.
“What are we going to do Gin …” Iris began to sob, closing her hands over her face.
Ginger scrutinized the pictures a few moments longer, there was no denying who the people were or what they were doing. Every picture seemed to vividly capture the heat of the moment. The photographer had enjoyed this. “These were taken from the bushes.” she pointed to the underbrush that was in the forefront of each picture, an attempt to get Iris to focus. “Maybe a yard or two from where we were…whoever this was had been following us.”
Iris pulled her hands from her face and peered over, trying to control her sniffles. “But. Why?”
Ginger shrugged. “Let’s face it Iris, your family is the creme de la creme of South Beach, whoever this is, wants to see you, or your parents be ridiculed. They were probably trailing you to catch any sort of dirt they could, I doubt they were expecting this.”
“What do I do?” Iris gave a pitiful whine, and then curled forward, hiding her head between her knees.
Ginger reached over and ran her hand through Iris’s sable hair in a comforting manner. She stoked it gently it as she thought on the present circumstances. “Kill the asshole who took these?” Ginger offered, trying to wrench a smile from Iris, she hated to see her cry.
Iris sat up abruptly and snatched the pictures from Ginger. “This is serious, Gin. I need help.”
She sighed, her failed attempt to rouse a positive response from Iris hitting her hard. But at least, she wasn’t crying anymore. “Alright, this is the way I see it lovely. The only choice we have now is to beat them to it. They think this will be some embarrassing moment for you, they want blackmail you into being their bitch. You have to stop them.”
“How?” Iris voice came out in a hopeless wail, lost as to what Ginger was getting at.
“Confess everything. Expose yourself, before they can expose you.” Her tone was strained. She didn’t like this idea any more than Iris would, but it was the only way out. “The person taking these pictures thinks you will be cow-tailed into doing whatever they ask.”
Iris stared at Ginger blankly, then turned away as she rifled through the pictures again. “If I do that…” Iris sucked in a shuddering breath. “Then w-we will be outcasts…” she stammered.
Ginger shrugged. “We are already outcasts Ri, they just don’t know it yet.”
Iris glanced up to Ginger; the truth of her words humbled her. It was true. They had always been black sheep. Their attraction to each other, made them different. “You’re right” Iris sighed. In deep contemplation, she leaned back against her seat and stared up at the roof of the car. “It was never going to last anyway, all this secrecy. In the end, it was all going to come writhing and wriggling into the light” She paused as she fought an internal war, trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do. “At least, we can be together.”
Ginger nodded, pulling her hand along Iris’s cheek, lifting her chin so she could see into the depths of her pale green eyes “Sweetheart, this person wants something from you, and I don’t want to know what it is. You need to set yourself free, set us free.”
Iris sat there staring at Ginger for a long moment, weighing the options in her head. “It will be difficult, building a life together.”
“I know.” Ginger smiled weakly. “But you’re worth it. We are worth it.”
Iris felt her resolve grow firmer, self-empowerment taking a strong hold. “We can’t let some creeper control us.”
Ginger held back a small laugh “No. We can’t”
Iris leaned forward, to run a finger along Gingers jawline. “Because we love each other”
“Very much.” the feelings Iris’s touch pulled to the surface made Gingers voice drop into a husky purr.
“I love you Ginger” Iris said softly as she watched her hand trail down along Gingers bodice. She wore another tank top, yellow this time, with the word ‘Hottie’ bejeweled across her breasts. It cut off just above her exposed navel, tight fitting jeans running along the expanse of her long legs.
Ginger offered a slow cheshire grin. The words could not have been sweeter, coming from the lips of someone she was already madly in love with. It made her heart race; countless nights had been spent, dreaming of the day when Iris would utter those words. “You know I love you.” She teased.
Iris grinned as she sat up in her seat, taking Gingers hand in her own. “My parents are going to be gone for a few hours…come inside with me?”
Ginger leaned forward across the seat, capturing Iris’s’ lips in a long kiss. “How can I deny you, anything?” She whispered softly against the skin of Iris’s cheek.
:the calm:
The door to Iris’s room slammed shut as Ginger pressed Iris frantically against it, pulling her clothes free to land in a crumpled heap on the floor. Their passion was maddening, not even air was left to exist between them as they relished in the heat of their flesh pressed together.
Ginger took her sweet time with Iris, paying special attention to her breasts, running her tongue along each peak and the crest of each nipple. Hungrily, she lapped at them, finding herself rejoice as they turned to tight nubs beneath her lips. “I am going to make you mine today Iris.” Ginger whispered after pressing a trail of kisses up to the soft lobe of her ear. “I am going to make you say those words over and over again.”
Iris whimpered, pulling a leg up around Ginger to curl over her slender hips. “Yes” Iris breathed and lulled her head back against her door, fingers digging urgently into Gingers shoulders.
Ginger growled and nipped at Iris’s breasts before pulling her forward only to push her towards the bed. Masterful hands moved Iris to bend over the tall bedframe. She relished the view of Iris’s wide hips and curved ass that now hung in the air before her. She pressed herself against Iris, laying her own body along the length of Iris’s back, hands slowly following the curves of her lovers’ arms before she curled her fingers around her wrists. Her weight easily pressed Iris into the bed, Ginger pulled Iris’s hands behind her, holding them tightly against the small of her back, the other hand spread the girls’ lower lips wide, she stretched them out. “Say it…” Ginger purred “Say it and I will give you release.”
Iris moaned against the blanket pressing into her face, a wicked grin playing at her lips. She knew what Ginger wanted, but this battle of wills more enticing with each passing moment. If she wanted to claim her, she would have to work for it, and wrench the requested words from her panting lips. “Make me…”
Ginger grinned and raised a hand, bringing it down hard to slap her ivory ass. “Defiant are we?” She purred, and began to rub the spot she had just smacked. Ginger pulled her eyes from the delicious sight before her, only to grin evilly when she spied a pair of scarves that hung over the door handle. “Don’t move.” She gave the lusty command, and then crossed the room to draw to a halt by the door.
Iris remained perfectly still, mesmerized by the sway of Gingers’ hips as she moved, sea green eyes widened as Ginger tugged the scarves free and returned to the bed. She felt her body respond immediately, it clenched up tight only to release a few seconds later. This was making her wildly hot, painfully aware of the moisture seeping between her legs.
“Time to teach you a lesson.” Ginger sang as she fastened the scarves around Iris’s’ wrists, making sure the knot was loose enough for her to wriggle free of, if she wanted, but kept just the right amount of hold, to give Iris the feeling of being bound for Gingers’ personal use. Slowly, Ginger teased a finger along the crack of Iris’s ass; following the curve as it lead her to her dripping entrance, already quivering with want of her touch.
“Look at that…” Ginger dropped to her knees, planting her face into the crevice of her silky thighs, lightly teasing her clit with her mouth and tongue.
Iris squealed with delight and wriggled as Ginger lapped up her juices. She moaned softly, turning her face into the covers to muffle the sound.
Ginger was enjoying the sweet addicting taste of Iris, the scent of her sex, so intoxicating, it almost had her feeling drunk. She curled her fingers along the curve of her ass and gripped it tightly, feeling the firm flesh mold beneath her fingertips. Unabashedly, she invaded that tight hole with her tongue. She was careful not to go too far though, wanting to tease her lover into a state of wonton passion.
Iris quickly found herself on the verge of yet another moan, her insides clenched so tightly, the coil that mastered her climax was about to unfurl, but Ginger was keeping her constantly on the verge of release, balanced carefully on a ledge, not allowing her to feel the full weight of release. A throb began to form between her legs, hard and powerful, the ache reaching so deep she could feel it in her bones, every nerve ending began to spark to life, sending wave upon sweet wave of bliss along the curves of her body. She wriggled against her restraint, hands curling tightly into fists as she whimpered and moaned. Iris felt herself on the verge of becoming a beggar, defiantly; she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, refusing to give in just yet.
Ginger watched and sighed happily, she watched Iris squirm and wriggle beneath her careful titillation, a sultry chuckle was released, as sweet Ri tried so valiantly to keep herself under control, still unable to let herself go. Her eyebrows rose, as a sly smirk tilted her lips. She could play hardball too. Without warning, or hesitation, Ginger slammed three fingers deep into Iris, pushing as far as they could go, wriggling her digits to caress and stretch out her slick inner walls. Then she stopped, keeping them tightly wedged inside, she just hovered there, waiting for what was sure to come.
Iris screamed, a delightful sensation wracking her body, she had tried to remain aloof, and that was quickly coming to an end. Ginger was so far in, but still refused to free Iris from these painful throws of passion. She panted, turning her head to the side; sweat dappled her brow, a glorious mixture of pain and pleasure erupting in her core. “I’m yours Ginger.” She gasped out. Iris wanted sweet climax, begged for it. “I’m yours.” She conceded with a soft cry.
Ginger pulled her fingers out just enough; only to slam them back in, this time she stretched her walls out even more, pressing further, harder, and faster. But, no. This was not enough “Good girl.” She whispered as she yanked open the drawer to Iris’ nightstand. “I wonder if you still have…” Yes, she did. A dildo Ginger had given Iris as a gift long ago. Iris had mentioned she placed it here, but they had never had a chance to use it.
“Oh… no Gin!” Iris wriggled, but didn’t break free of the restraints just yet, part of her vividly curious, she wondered what sort of pleasure could be brought from that.
“Shh…” Ginger cooed kissing Iris at the tender spot between her shoulder blades “I am going to take your virginity Iris…”
Iris shuddered beneath the kiss, sucking in a rampant breath, bracing herself for what was to come. She would rather have Ginger to this, than anyone else. “I want you to be the one Gin.”
Ginger slowly caressed the phallic member with her hand, before dipping her fingers into Iris, using her sweet moisture to lubricate it. Slowly she pressed it against her entrance. Thankfully it was not overly large, a mere few inches long and an inch thick. Nothing a budding virgin could not handle if done delicately. Slowly she pressed it in, pushing it past the velvet folds, deep, and deeper into the confines of her constricting body.
Iris cried out, she pressed her face into the softness of the mattress as her features contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure. She pushed her hips back to take the thing in further, even though Ginger was moving it at a slow pace. Iris felt her body would respond against her will as she rocked back against it. Gingers hand was firmly on her ass, guiding it in. She felt herself constrict and tighten around its hardness as it pushed ever the more forward, so much further than anything before. She couldn’t take it any longer, something feral snapped within her, she threw herself back and forced the thing so deep inside of her, it caused a momentary snap of pain that echoed through her body.
“Easy there” Ginger whispered as Iris rocked back and forth, essentially fucking herself. At the moment when Iris had lost control completely she knew her hymen had been splintered. Slowly, Ginger soothed her lover; she caressed her back, urged her to be still a moment, to allow her body to get used to the width and depth. “ Relax.” She whispered in a hushed coo as she slowly retracted, then pushed it back again.
Iris moaned, a single tear rolling down her cheek as Ginger pressed onward, she built up a delightful friction that forced her to cream herself over and over again. Hopelessly she was lost, rocking her hips back and forth, she begged for more, wanted the pace so desperately to quicken. “Damn it Gin, stop teasing me” she growled as she bucked her hips “Please…”
Gin hid a smile as Iris finally emerged from her shell, she stood up to get better leverage, placing a hand on Iris’s shoulder, then yanked her back so that her pussy would be forced to accept the entire length of the thing in one fast motion. When Iris moaned, so did Ginger, her thighs becoming slick as she stood there and forced it in and out. Ginger made sure Iris was fucked hard and fast, just like she had asked. Each stroke was a little bit deeper or harder than before. Ginger continued at a relentless pace, until Iris had become a quivering wet mess in front of her. Her only desire was to help her lover reach that final world shattering climax.
The weight that sudden final release wrenched a loud cry of ecstasy from Iris as she lay there lost in the rapture of feelings, sensations and chills that were sparking to life all along her body, every nerve, every cell was humming with content.
Ginger wore a proud smile, as she reached down and untied the scarves. In one fluid motion she flipped Iris over to stare into her lustful eyes.
Iris trembled from head to toe, her legs felt like jelly, she could barely catch her breath, breasts heaved with every inhale she struggled to take. Iris passed Ginger a wicked smile as she laid there, trying to find words to speak, but there were none that could possibly describe what she was feeling right now. “Damn…”
Ginger grinned playfully as she tossed the dildo aside, and crawled along the bed to snuggle beside Iris. With the utmost care and love, Ginger pulled Iris in and curled up against her. “You can say that again.” Ginger laughed as she placed a kiss to her forehead. “Now get some rest, while I think. We have to have a plan, when we announce ourselves to the world.”
“But, what about you Gin?” Iris worried at her bottom lip, afraid Ginger was getting the short end of the pleasure stick.
Ginger cuddled Iris against her “Oh, don’t you worry. I have everything I need, right here and now. Sleep, we will have all the time in the world together after tonight.”
Iris didn’t have the energy to fight her on this. She was utterly zapped of strength. Perfectly happy to just lay there curled against Gingers nude form. Soon, unlike the previous night, Iris found slumber, she drifted to sleep in Gingers arms.
Ginger held Iris as she slept. Ideas were running rampant through her mind. They had to do this right. Even in this world of high society, they could tackle this situation and rise from it stronger than they were before. How she was going to do that was escaping Gingers realm of thought at the moment. But she refused to give up. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Iris, nothing was going to hinder that. Not even some pervert with a pension for spying.