Thank you so much for the comments! That was some legitimate criticism about my writing. I will do better in proofreading and editing. I'm a little worried about the overall structure and direction of the story though. I have an outline for the story, but I never put a lot of attention to what specific niche within erotic literature I was trying to fall. I just wanted to write a story about the type of things I think about when I'm pleasuring myself in my dorm room, hehe. Let me give this warning for those of you patient enough to continue reading. This story won't stay in the same lane so-to-speak. While on the whole, it will be mainly a lesbian love story, it's definitely going to take some sharp twists and turns along the way. Thank you to those that continue to read, rate, and comment. Cheers,
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Brooklyn washed the borrowed vibrator and made sure to put it back exactly where she found it. She then smoothed out the wrinkles on in the bed's blankets and puffed up the pillows, making it look as it was when Jennifer had left it earlier that morning. She had thoroughly defiled herself today, and she felt a burning shame beginning to build deep in her bowels. Where was her self-control, what in the name of all that's holy had possessed her? And more importantly... why did she still feel a desire to do it again?
It was almost midnight when the door to the flat finally opened and Jennifer entered. Half asleep, Brooklyn started and sat up on the sofa, taken by surprise at the sudden intrusion.
"Sorry," whispered Jennifer, tiptoeing in the dark.
Brooklyn shook her head, rubbed her eyes and stretched languidly, "No need to apologize to me, this is your flat," she said as she watched Jennifer set her effects on the kitchen table. The buxom redhead looked slightly disheveled but no less beautiful.
"How was your day?" Jennifer asked, sitting next to Brooklyn on the sofa. Her tightly fitting dress exposing an ample amount of cleavage.
"Fine," Brooklyn said, catching herself staring at the other woman's chest. "Uneventful," she added as she looked up and met Jennifer's gaze. From the look on Jennifer's face, specifically the knowing smile she saw slowly growing, Brooklyn knew that she'd been caught staring. She felt herself blush deeply, even feeling a slight tingle between her thighs.
"I was going to watch a show a friend's been telling me about forever now," Jennifer picked up, acting as if nothing had happened. "I'll keep it down if you're going to bed."
Brooklyn shrugged, "What's the show?" she asked, forcing herself to only look at her roommate's eyes, not trusting herself to steal another glance at Jennifer's perfect breasts. But even that felt more intimate than she was comfortable with.
Jennifer leaned into the corner of the deep sofa and kicked off her stiletto heels, "It's called The Boys," she said, making herself comfortable and turning on the TV. "It's a superhero show, but it's supposed to be something very different. I've got to watch at least one episode so I can tell him I gave it a chance."
Brooklyn wondered if the 'him' Jennifer was referring to was one of her clients. The thought sent a flood of warmth through her chest. Jennifer lives such a different life, Brooklyn thought to herself as she turned towards the screen.
"Hey, some girlfriends invited me to Victoria Tower Gardens tomorrow. They said it's still open despite the lock down. Want to come?" Jennifer asked, taking out her phone and concentrating on something she was seeing on the screen.
"Sounds nice, yeah," Brooklyn agreed, not having anything planned anyway.
Jennifer turned her phone slightly towards her, "The Gardens are so close, but I've never gone," she said, showing Brooklyn a picture of a massive earth tone castle, covered by dozens of small towers. "Come here, take a look," Jennifer invited, sliding to a new picture. Without thinking, Brooklyn moved next to the older girl to see more of the pictures. As Jennifer was sitting in the corner of the sofa, Brooklyn had to move in close in order to get a good view of the iPhone's screen. She felt Jennifer's arm over her shoulders as the redhead moved to the next picture. The sudden closeness both terrified and thrilled her. "I wish I could show you more of London, but so much is closed right now."
Brooklyn felt incapable of speech, her heart thumping against her chest so hard she was sure Jennifer could probably feel it. Her normal aversion to being close to people screamed at her to move away, but another more powerful part of her was refusing to move. Sitting this close to the older girl felt... nice. She greedily inhaled the other woman's scent, feeling the tingle between her thighs begin to spread throughout her body. Jennifer placed her phone on the small table at the end of the sofa as the show began, and Brooklyn felt herself being pulled in a little tighter as the show began.
"Do you mind turning off the lights?" Jennifer asked. They were both trying to look past the light's reflection on the screen. Brooklyn quickly crossed the room and flipped the switch. When she returned, Jennifer held up her arm, an obvious invitation for Brooklyn to retake her place next to her.
Brooklyn felt that she was somehow now even closer to the other girl as Jennifer again put her arm around her shoulders. The two sat comfortably for nearly the entirety of the first episode, both being sucked into the plot and enjoying the humor, despite some awful and gruesome scenes. Brooklyn felt the light touch of Jennifer's fingers as they traced small, lazy circles along the skin of her upper arm. In the beginning of the show, Brooklyn had tried not to rest her head against Jennifer, but as her neck muscles began to protest, it was simply easier to let herself relax into Jennifer's embrace and rest her head against the older girl's chest. Jennifer immediately began to run her fingers through Brooklyn's dark locks.
This closeness was overwhelming and lit Brooklyn's senses ablaze. The first episode ended and neither girl made to move, simply letting the one-episode end and the next begin. Soon their legs intertwined, pulling them both closer yet. What was she doing? Brooklyn asked herself over and over, feeling a fire begin to ignite within her. Neither of them spoke. Brooklyn desperately wanted to stop and talk, but at the same time that was the last thing she wanted. She'd never been close to someone like this before and the intimacy was more powerful than she would have thought possible. Brooklyn felt Jennifer's face rest against the top of her head, and then the tips of the redhead's fingers gently brushed the side of her breast. The touch sent shock waves through the dark-haired girl.
"Hey," Jennifer whispered against Brooklyn's forehead. Brooklyn turned and tilted her head. Their faces were inches apart. Their lips were closer. "We better get some sleep," Jennifer spoke again and the words felt crushing. She had wanted the older girl to kiss her. A second passed, and then another before Brooklyn nodded. She did need to go to bed. She wasn't thinking clearly, obviously. But just as she was about to extract herself from Jennifer's close embrace, the older girl gave her a light kiss on the lips.
Brooklyn's mind flooded with thoughts and feelings, but before she could return the kiss, Jennifer was retracting her arm and untangling her legs. Brooklyn scooted herself down the cushion and stood. She felt suddenly lightheaded, and almost had to sit back down. Jennifer turned off the TV and had taken several steps towards her room when Brooklyn cleared her throat, "I kind of liked the show," she said hesitantly, softly. "Maybe we can watch more another time?" The words almost refused to come out, but the moment they did, Brooklyn wished that she could take them back. She was letting her hormones take control of her higher functions. Doing this again would only encourage her flat mate to go further. Brooklyn felt the mixture of terror and excitement fill her once more.
Jennifer smiled, "I'd like that."
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Brooklyn carried a folded blanket under her arm as she hiked up the grassy hillside to meet the small group of Jennifer's friends. Many areas of the parks had been closed, but small groups of people were still gathering in the open areas. Brooklyn wasn't sure of their direction and several times she bumped into her friend's side, causing each to smile. Brooklyn felt her hand again come in contact with Jennifer's, but this time Jennifer grabbed it and laced her fingers between her own.
"There they are," Jennifer finally said as they approached a group of four women, all looking at least as old as Jennifer, if not slightly older.
The day was cool, and the sky was overcast, forcing anyone outside to dress appropriately. But even so, Brooklyn could see a number of tattoos showing outside the sleeve and necklines of shirts and jumpers. The women smiled and waved as they approached. It was obvious from the body language and closeness that these friends of Jennifer's were at least dating if not lovers. Strangely, the thought of them being gay made Brooklyn's heart relax as her hand was still firmly held by her friend. At least she knew no one here would be judgmental.
"Brooke," Jennifer said as they neared, "this is everyone - everyone, this is Brooke," she said, drawing laughs and rolling eyes.
"I'm Megan," one of the women said with a wave. She wore a loose fitting, white tee shirt with the sleeves rolled up several times. Her hair was cut close to the scalp at the sides and back of her head, while the top remained semi-long and was died white in color. Her jeans were torn and faded, and her trainers looked to match for wear. The woman's arms were completely covered with dark tattoos, as were large parts of her neck. She even had a number of tattoos around her ears.
"And I'm Rachel," said the woman sitting next to her. She was dressed casually and wore a light jacket, but Brooklyn couldn't see any tattoos on her.
"Jessica and Sarah here," said another woman, first pointing to herself and then to the woman laying across her lap. Jessica looked to be the oldest of the group, but her smile was warm and kind, while Sarah was mildly intimidating and could only be described as butch, Brooklyn thought. The name certainly didn't fit the image. Sarah hardly looked at her.
Brooklyn followed Jennifer's lead and together they spread out the blanket and sat down. "So, what are you bitches talking about?" Jennifer asked, earning herself a number of derogatory names that were hurled her direction.
