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This chapter is a lesbian sex scene, followed by a short section of story.
A Pack of Tales Ch. 13 – Red
Of collars and clothes (scene and story)
"Let's keep them on," Diana said, putting her hand up to catch Red's fingers on the buckle of her collar.
Red lifted her head from where she was licking under Diana's ear. "Oh ... alright," she said.
"It's good to think," Diana suggested, patting Red's strawberry blonde hair back. "I like to think about how pretty you are." Her lip lifted from her teeth in her smile.
"Oh ... yeah," Red said. She made a pleased quiver and managed to stop herself from asking: 'Do you really think I'm pretty?' Eagerly she returned to the soft downy skin by Diana's ear. She licked at it delicately. She flicked the earlobe with her tongue.
Before she could begin running her tongue around the whorls of Diana's ear, Diana had turned in her arms. They kissed. Diana stroked her hair. Red snuffled in laughing fun. She loved it with the collar off, when you only responded to the rising impulses and feelings coursing through your body. This was fun too though. It was different, being aware mentally of Diana's slender long limbs, the leg laid around her hips. Red slid a hand down and began fingering Diana's knickers.
Should she start pulling them off? If it was collars off, she wouldn't be wondering. She would know from Diana's panting and growling if her cunt was hot and wet and her bottom going up for it. The noises would drive her mad with desire, she would press her body to Diana's without a thought.
She wanted it but her anxious mind held her back. Diana was lying, just kissing her and stroking her hair. Red gave a questing nudge with her hips between Diana's legs.
Diana made a moan. She tightened her thighs around Red's hips. Red held her legs together and pushed into Diana's body. Diana put a hand down and gripped it on Red's buttock.
Fuck me! Red suddenly really wanted to feel a finger in her cunt. She parted her legs hopefully but Diana rolled onto her back, tightening the grip of her own legs around Red's hips.
Red began growling. Feeling was bristling in the back of her neck in spite of the collar. Not bothering with her own or Diana's knickers, she shoved at Diana's sex pressed to her. She felt the sheer cloth of Diana's silky briefs slide on her own cotton knickers. Diana was panting and holding her tight and close. Their human breasts were pressing, tingling with arousal. Red pressed her mouth to Diana's but Diana's head jerked away, she began grunting and clutching Red, tilting her crotch up so that Red pressed down through their knickers on her hot wet sex. The cotton gusset of Diana's sheer briefs must be soaking, Red's tongue flicked in her own mouth at the thought of that salty cream.
Diana gave a sudden drawn-out moan through tightly clenched jaw. She pressed hard up, quivered and then lay still.
Red lay, still throbbing with lust, pressed to the wet crotch of Diana's silky briefs. She longed for Diana's fingers in her cunt, craved the shove of penetration and the sensation of loved digits in her clutching muscles.
At the same time, flickering dimly in the back of her mind, were shadowy figures who had violently entered her against her will.
Give it time,
Christa had said.
Don't be frightened if at first it's hard to enjoy yourself. Don't push things. Have a little fun and slowly you'll get over it.
Red wished that at least Diana would put a hand into her wet cotton knickers and rub on her clit. She didn't like to ask and Diana was breathing deep – satisfied, quiescent. Red felt that even if she pressed down on that slender thigh and jerked herself off on Diana's leg, Diana would be disturbed. Eventually she rolled to Diana's side and put her own hand to her warm throbbing pussy. She fingered and played with her erect nub of a clitoris. One of Diana's arms was still loosely about her, she lay in that languid embrace until she had finished her own snuffling and eager orgasm.
Eventually she said: "We better get up and shower. You still want to come to the pub, don't you?"
"Oh yes," Diana's clipped English voice was softened by sex. She lifted her pale blue gaze from under half-closed eyelids to Red. "We don't have to shower, though."
"Uh ... mmm," Red said. She thought of going down the pub with the pack, smelling of cunt juice. They were her own pack and not one of them ever treated her other than as a pack sister. Still. "Um, I think I'll take a shower," she mumbled, moving slowly from Diana's side.
Diana watched her when she came back in from the shower. She sat up suddenly in a rush of slender limbs, her small breasts jiggled. Red was taking some jeans off the shelf the boys had put up for her.
Red was still living in the little room by Christa and Rex, although it was getting to be a squeeze fitting in the clothes Max made her buy to wear to work.
"Why don't you wear something nice?" Diana's tone was coaxing. Red turned her head in surprise. "Wear that blue suit," Diana suggested.
