4. Daisy #2
Her tongue darts into my mouth, slamming against mine and attempting to penetrate my throat.
Her chest pushes harder against mine, the soft material of her sports bra grazing the top of my exposed breast. I already feel like we’re having sex.
Everything is heating up. My skin. Her skin.
That place between my thighs that realizes we have access to someone hungry for nothing but us.
I bet she’s as good as the tabloids imply.
I bet Lorde Sheen knows how to fuck hard and rough, taking a girl for a wild ride until she bursts all over the place. The shivers!
I’ve yet to really react. Passively sitting here, accepting her hungry kisses, is all I can do.
When her passion softens into a chaste bite to my lower lip, I sigh, eyes rolling back in my head.
Now I’m the one initiating a kiss. Long.
Meandering. Demanding compensation for what she so erroneously said about me in that article.
“You said I’m a kinky slut! You said I had threesomes and orgies and whatever the fuck else the editor had to censor!
” Shit, I wish that was true. When I’m in the mood, I start fantasizing about all sorts of crazy scenarios.
Right now, I’m fantasizing about the wild way Lorde Sheen could do me.
I want the whole kit of nasty. The crass words, the spanks to my ass, the hair pulling, the hands pushing me down, the toys she probably keeps around here somewhere. .. even for her own pleasure…
I’ve never done that before. I want to do it right now.
“Knew you wanted me,” Lorde groans against my lips. “You don’t kiss like no prude.”
“Do I look like one?” My bright red nails tug against my blouse, showing her my exposed breast again.
If I rock right in her lap, the mound jiggles and we both appreciate that spectacle.
I like the way it feels and based on how much she’s heating up beneath my ass, she likes the way it looks.
In case she still thinks I’m a prude, I kiss her, my tongue running along her perfect teeth and my hands exploring her torso.
I tug on her sports bra. Her eyebrows mount her forehead as she takes the hint.
Oh, boy. There she goes, pulling her bra over her head, shaggy dark hair shaking out – but I only have eyes for her breasts that taunt me to put them in my mouth and inhale.
I bet she squeals if you suck her nipples. Girly squeals. If she doesn’t, I’ll swear off sex.
“You know what I want right now?” I say without thinking, my thighs grinding against her jeans. “I want you to fuck me. Do it now, before I realize what the hell I’m doing with you.”
Her groan grows louder, arms encircling me, hands grabbing my ass and yanking up my skirt.
I can’t believe how strong she is. This woman could toss me like a stone and not break a sweat!
Could she toss me around a bit? Throw me around and show me how unbelievable she is?
I’m limber and eager enough to take it. Take it .
That’s what I want to do. I want to feel my clothes ripped from my body and her body surging into mine on the road to breaking every piece of me so I can be born anew.
“I would love to fuck you, Daisy.” Oh, my God. Is that what my whole name sounds like from her? I didn’t know my name could sound so naughty . “What do you think I’ve been thinking about ever since meeting you?”
“I dunno. What?”
She lifts against me, her breasts brushing against my chest. I’m still wearing my top, so I can’t feel her, but I can imagine. God knows I can imagine all sorts of things right now!
“I want to fuck this prissy perfect girl streak out of you. I want to fuck you so hard and good that you forget who you are and why you care so much about your image. Get me? You’ll be squirming on me and begging for things that good girls don’t know exist.”
I’m melting in her arms. She’s almost got me. I’m halfway to spreading my legs wider so she can do that to me.
Then I open my eyes and see her determined look turn into that smirk I despise so much.
“Shit,” I whimper, embarrassed that I said anything at all.
To her chagrin, I crawl out of her lap and momentarily curl up on the edge of her bed.
My eyes catch a glimpse of her hard nipples hanging on her palm-sized breasts.
Do you know what I want to do to them? Go on.
Take a guess. Obviously, it has to do with unleashing her real power.
“This isn’t supposed to happen.” I was supposed to give her a piece of my mind… not my ass.
She follows me off the bed and attempts to take my hand. She fails.
“I should go.” Where is my purse? Right.
On the floor in the main room. I go there now, fixing my blouse along the way.
I hazily take in the apartment around me.
Clean. Detailed. Definitely a designer’s work, but it’s been well cared for.
A tasteful painting of a half-naked woman in the living room reminds me of what almost happened.
I need to leave before I make a huge mistake that I’ll regret.
“Scared?” comes Lorde’s voice from the bedroom doorway. “One kiss, and you bail? I take off my bra and you dry up? Didn’t think I was that frightening.”
I try to ignore her as I pick up my purse and finish straightening out my clothes.
Am I decent? I have to be decent when I leave her place.
It’s bad enough I’m still thinking of the way she kissed me.
Owned me for those brief seconds. I clear my throat.
Shake my head. Anything to make the images go away.
I refuse to carry them with me on the way out of here.
Lorde approaches, but it only makes me move faster. I don’t want her hearing the erratic pounding of my heart.
“Bye,” I say, putting my hand on the front doorknob.
I glance over my shoulder and see her looking anything but pleased.
Sure, she thought I would end up in her bed, ass up in the air and begging her to fuck me until I couldn’t scream anymore.
Even so, I told her I wanted her to fuck me… but at least I kept some dignity.
She’s behind me. Not trying to touch me, but an easy distance from me. “Bye, Daze.” She looks away. “I’m sorry about the magazine. Really.”
I slightly turn, taking in her half-naked body and the somber expression on her face. Is she really sorry? This is the most mature I’ve seen her. Lorde Sheen’s reputation for being an unrepentant player in the queer scene is unprecedented. Nevertheless, I reach up and lightly kiss her on the cheek.
A small gesture. God, I’m a wreck.
I rush out after that, not wanting to take my chances around her again. As I fly down the stairs, I realize I could have easily turned that situation back there into something way more… more .
Never. I can never let that happen. Not only for my reputation but for the sake of my poor daddy’s heart. I’ve disappointed him enough so far this year. Falling for a girl like Lorde would kill him.