I still remember the that February day, me in your robe, you said it looked better on me than it did you. Only wish you knew how much I liked you, but I watched your eyes, Why would you ever kiss me? A gorgeous ashy blonde with those beautiful eyes in those tight shorts.
Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty, For better or worse, I'll always love my hot Heather. Sitting here your cute feet in my lap painting those beautiful toes. Wanting to suck them, savoir them, worshiping you. Heather if you only knew what I wanted to do.
Blowing on your nails, so close, to those cute feet. Getting wet, waiting for a sign, feeling the growing heat. Hoping you like what you see, please, please touch me. When your fingers found my face, I was ecstatic, like being shot in to outer space. Looking up into those beautiful eyes, seeing what I hope to find that hidden desire same as mine.
Kissing those lips sent shivers up my spine. Your hand on my breast, is this a dream or are you mine. Pushing it farther with hot Heather, touching my wetness, light as a feather. Fingers moving inside me, thrusting in and out, moaning for more. Did you always know the score? Bucking my hips fucking your hand, kissing tongues dancing, this was always the plan.
I remember that February day we became lovers, you give me orgasms like no other, my hot Heather. Come with me now as we push those limits, to explore, for our mutual pleasure. Passion and pain as I scream your name, licking your ass, loving the taste, feeling no shame. Giving up control, following commands, I am your slut to tame. Panting those beautiful toes silently worshiping you...
"Cheryle!"
"Uh, yes."
"Did you hear anything I said?"
Blushing, "Well, um, day dreaming, sorry."
Playfully kicking me, laughing, what a tender moment. Sensing opportunity, climbing up on top of her, tickling her, she wiggles under me laughing. Our faces so close, lips meeting, I kissing hot Heather, tongues dancing. In that second, taking that leap, laying arms around each other, no turning back now. I loved her for so long all that pent up desire pouring out.
My hand finding her wetness rubbing gently, slipping in my fingers, moans coming from her mouth. "Cheryle, what are you doing, ohhh, I'm not a lesbian."
