The 2nd part of our continuing Saga of Rebecca and Alexandra, this is a very long story and there will be at least one more part. A long(ish) part ;)
Enjoy part two of Hidden Feelings.
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Part Two "Memories Resurfaced"
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I won't cry. I really won't. I like to think I'm stronger. Plus, I have no tears left to give. I knew we were leaving. And we weren't coming back. But, I had questions. I needed answers. As she packed up my things, she turned to me and smiled. I did my best to smile, but it wouldn't come.
As I looked around our burnt apartment, once our pride and joy, now just a smouldering wreck of what used to be. Some embers were still smoking, and the smell of burnt clothing and the ash in the air was playing hell with my senses.
Not much had survived, a few of her paintings, which I had suggested she had kept in a safe, some clothes, and our photos from when we were friends, before we crossed the threshold into Love.
As she zipped up my bag she kissed me and, despite my sadness that everything was gone, I felt elated. They were just clothes and paintings. They could be re-bought and re-painted. We were okay. Our Love was intact. Despite best efforts.
She opened what remained of the door and stepped out, holding my hand we left. To where, I don't know. But as long as I'm with her, I don't care where, as long as I'm with her. She feels the same way I think. I've always been able to read her like a book.
I guess right now, you're wondering why we're leaving. Why my....Our apartment was burned nearly to the ground. This is the second fire to rage against me, and twice I've survived, whilst my possessions hadn't.
Sure, you have questions, I wish I had answers. I have some suspicions, but Police say they're unfounded. I know the bastard did it. And I know why.....
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*Two Days Prior*
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I woke up with a warm sensation in my arms, and I knew then that last night wasn't a beautiful dream. I snuggled against the warm body and heard a giggle. When I opened my eyes, I found Rebecca watching me intently, those blue/violet eyes filled with Love, Lust, and a whole paradigm of other emotions that I reciprocated entirely.
'Good Morning Beautiful' she said and I chuckled, closing my eyes and yawning. 'There isn't a mirror there you know' I said and she blushed. She looked so cute (and not to mention sexy as all hell) that I couldn't resist a quick kiss.
As soon as my lips touched hers I knew that a quick kiss was impossible. What was meant to be a chaste good morning peck turned into a searing kiss that left me aroused to no end!
Somehow, she ended up on top of me and was holding my hands next to my ears while she ravaged my mouth with her soft, pliant tongue. I was almost surrendering to this sensual woman's will before my stomach groaned in protest, and my bladder complained along with it.
'You....Feel....Good....But I....Need....To get u.... Up' I said while she kissed me every chance she got. She reluctantly got off me and lightly slapped my ass as I walked to the bathroom.
'Hey! You little minx, I'll get you for that!' I said with a grin and she smirked, arching an eyebrow. 'That's a promise' she said, blowing me a kiss as I closed the door.
Once behind closed doors, I couldn't get the smile off of my face. I looked in the mirror and laughed; I looked so goofy with my too-big-grin.
I got into the shower and turned on the water, yelping slightly as the frigid liquid hit me full force.
I shivered and got out, waiting for the water to heat up. I Poked my dripping head out the door.
'Rebecca!' I called and she stuck her head out of her walk-in closet. 'Yes?' she asked and I arched an eyebrow. 'How cold is your shower?' I asked and she smiled. 'Why?' she asked innocently and I just scoffed, turning back to the Devil Shower.
'I'll be too cold' I said with a pout and she gasped, stepping out of her closet.
'Well, we can't have that can we' she said with a sexy grin and I smiled right back as she sauntered over to me and drew me in for a kiss. I pushed her away and stepped into the shower again. It was still cold, but not that cold.
I made a 'come hither' gesture with my finger with my sexiest smile and she returned it, stepping into the shower and immediately claiming my mouth with hers. I fought for dominance, but she was just too in tune with my body. We had only slept together once though, what the hell was she doing to me?
She ran her hands into my hair and I groaned as her nails raked along my scalp, she broke the kiss and kissed just below my chin and I gasped when one hand trailed down my neck and gently, ever so gently, palmed my breast.
Of course, the cold water worked in her favour, but, oh my God, those talented hands were too much. My breathing was becoming ragged as she moved down to the nape of my neck and gently sucked and kissed the sensitive zone there making me nearly lose it right there. She sensed it and stopped her ministrations, making me groan in protest.
'Not yet baby' she whispered in my ear and I shuddered. She pressed me against the wall like I did to her last night and stepped away. I swear I saw admiration mixed with the miriad of emotions in her violet eyes.
She picked up her shower gel and rubbed some on he rhands, then onto the front of my body.
The cold treacle-like liquid was a sharp contrast to my raging body heat and made the sensations that much better. Feeling her hands running free along my body was exquisite. I was moaning like I was in heat and she had that sexy grin on her face.
She looked good enough to eat standing there under the spray, her wet hair cascading down her shoulders and sticking to her skin. Her eyes were violet and clouded with lust, and that grin almost made me cum right there.
Her hands gripped my breasts and rubbed the shower gel into them, and I let out a soft moan when her fingers toyed with my erect nipples and gently tugged, twisted and teased them into submission.
I arched my back, wanting to feel her hands covering my breast, but she just moved her hands away and trailed down my abdomen, taking my lips into a kiss. I held her head there with all the control I had left in my body.
Her hands trailed, feather light over my dripping core and I gasped, and she chuckled, missing it entirely and washing my legs, massaging each inch of my exposed skin, leaving fire and goosebumbs in their wake. She knelt down to finish washing my legs, and her hands made inexorable progress towards my inner thighs, massaging and kneading exactly where she somehow knew would drive me crazy.
She kissed each of my thighs and moved back up to my shoulders, giving me the most sensual massage I had ever recieved. Rebecca is a witch I'm sure now.
My aches and pains were washed away with the shower gel, and I felt like a new woman. A woman held in the agonizingly delicious place between release and consciousness.
When she picked up the shampoo I smiled, and she smiled back, pulling me tightly to her body and pressing a wet thigh to my heated, wanton womanhood, and I gasped, beginning to grind my wet pussy against her thigh and groaning.