there
. Please?"
"But how am I going to-"
"Fingers?" Charlotte offered.
Sara flashed an accusatory smile as she moved up and laid across Charlotte's side, propping herself up on an elbow. "You've turned into such a naughty little girl, Charlotte. What's papa going to think when he finds out you've become a lesbian?" Her fingers lightly traced the outline of her vulva, eliciting a sharp gasp.
Charlotte turned her head and gently nuzzled Sara's strong shoulder. "But I'm not a lesbian," she whispered to her lover.
"Oh you're not? I think the facts speak otherwise," Sara teased. Her fingers slipped in between Charlotte's labia. She was shocked at how wet the girl was, but she could also feel the wetness between her own legs as the vibrator continued its relentless work.
"No," Charlotte smiled up at her, her face perfectly framed by dark curls. "A lesbian is a girl who likes other girls. I don't like other girls, Sara, I like you."
Sara couldn't help but smile. "You do realize I am a girl, right?"
As if in response, Charlotte took Sara's breast in her hand and squeezed. "Yes, I realize that, but it's different. I love you. If you left me, I wouldn't want another girl, I'd just want you. So I'm not a lesbian, I'm just a girl who is in love with someone who just happens to be another girl." Sara's finger found the swollen nub of Charlotte's clitoris, and she began to tease it with light, fast caresses. It didn't take long. Seconds later Charlotte arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut in a grimace of pleasure. Her hand desperately searched for Sara's, and upon finding it, held it tightly. Charlotte was perfectly silent in her climax, but her body betrayed the intensity of her pleasure. Sara watched, mesmerized, as her entire body quaked with each stroke of her finger.
Then, to Sara's surprise, Charlotte slid her hand underneath her side and pulled Sara close and then on top of her. Sara let Charlotte guide her body, reveling in the feel of Charlotte's soft flesh underneath her own, intoxicated by the quick, nervous breaths she felt on her neck. Yet as anxious as her lover was, she was far from timid. Charlotte wrapped her legs around Sara's waist and hooked her feet, pressing their bodies close. For a long time, Sara was content to kiss and caress her lover, stringing kisses across the line of her jaw, her neck and earlobes. She sucked in her lips, and nibbled her chin and ran her hands up and down her sides. "Are you comfortable?" she asked hesitantly.
Charlotte nodded, "I like the feel of your weight on me, I love being underneath you, Sara."
Sara's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying I'm fat?"
Charlotte burst into a fit of giggles, "Oh shut-up!"
Sara kissed her again, long and hard. "Are you ready?"
Charlotte nodded with a smile and a kiss of her own.
Sara reached down, between their legs, and positioned the vibrator. She couldn't help but notice how relaxed Charlotte's body was, remembering her first time; how her legs locked up like a vice when he first tried to put it in her. She just hoped that she wouldn't be as clumsy; at least he could feel what he was doing. She drew the tip of the vibrating head up and down Charlotte's privates before carefully resting it at the entrance of her vagina. She held her hips steady, hoping the damn thing wouldn't slip out of place before she was ready. She looked at Charlotte, and found her looking in her eyes, chewing her lip in expectation. Then she felt the steady throb of the vibrator increase in intensity, and Charlotte's expression changed from nervousness to mischief.
"You're making it awfully hard to concentrate," Sara gasped.
Charlotte only shrugged, "I want you enjoy this, too."
"I am," she replied, taking Charlotte's head in her hands and kissing her.
"You know what I mean," she whispered, looking up at her with those large, intoxicating eyes so innocent and at the same time so seductive.
Sara looked down at Charlotte and held her gaze. She gently arched her hips, and Charlotte gave a plaintive little cry and wrapped her arms around Sara, squeezing her tightly. She pushed harder, and felt the resistance give way as the vibrator slid deeper into her lover. Charlotte cried out and buried her face into Sara's shoulder. "Do you want me to stop?"
Charlotte shook her head fiercely. "No," she whispered, "keep going..." Sara began to thrust, slowly, carefully. Each time Charlotte grimaced. Sara couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain, but knew from experience that it was both. She also felt her own pleasure growing, more now from watching Charlotte then from the device inside her. She started to speed up, thrusting deeper and faster. Charlotte's hands went to Sara's lower back, her hips began to rock and grind in unison with her lover. She looked up and opened her eyes, and Sara caught her breath; tears were streaming down Charlotte's face, but the look in her eyes was pure adoration.
Then she closed her eyes and her head rolled back as her entire body went rigid. "Oh god, Sara, please don't stop. I'm coming...I'm coming for you." And then Sara to was lost, swept away in the pleasure of the moment. Their bodies became one, flesh intertwined, minds lost in a tangle of searching fingers, thrusting hips and eager, hungry mouths.
At last, Sara rolled off her lover and stared at the ceiling, her breath coming in ragged gulps. But she was given no respite. Charlotte was on her, tearing the corset off her and not-too-gently removing the vibrator. Sara tried in vain to stop her, but before she could react, Charlotte's face was between her legs, lost somewhere underneath a unruly mop of black hair. Then Sara let out a long, contented sigh, put her hands behind her head and contented herself with her lover's agile tongue. Her eyes strayed, just for a moment, to the red stain on the sheets. She hoped, in all earnestness, that she could reciprocate all the affection, all the love that Charlotte had for her. She then closed her eyes, and let the pleasure take her.
An hour later Charlotte was sleeping soundly on her shoulder. As Sara drifted off, she wondered what the next day would bring. When would Michael release them? Would he keep his word, or, she dreaded to think, kill them? She let the thought slip from her mind. Michael may be a lot of things, but she didn't think he was a killer. He just didn't have it in him. Then her mind began to wander to more pressing problems. What happens now? Would Charlotte go back home and forget about her? If she did, wouldn't it be better just to let her? Did she really love her, or was it just the pressure, the uncertainty of the moment that made Charlotte feel the way she did?
These are the questions that were on Sara's mind in the quiet of the night. But sleep finally took her; the heavy sleep that comes after a night of good lovemaking. And then, after that, the death-like sleep of the medically sedated.
Two months later...
Sara rounded the corner to her street, and slowed from a jog to a fast walk. Even though it was a cool morning, she was dripping sweat. She looked up at the bright sun and a wide smile spread across her face. The sun looked damn good after so long in Michael's dungeon. She turned from the street to the little sidewalk that led up to her front door and stopped dead. On the porch, resting against the door, was a small package wrapped in brown paper. She looked up and down her street, but saw no one. She stepped up onto the porch and picked up the little package, turning it over in her hand.
She took another look around. The cops stopped coming by a month ago. A reporter or two had come slinking around, looking for a story, but she sent them all away; they weren't getting a damn thing from her. Then the men from Charlotte's old church started. First to see Charlotte, but when that failed, to see her. That didn't last past the first visit.
"
No, I'm not interested in a church membership
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"Miss Kierson, you and Sister Roy have been through so much. Please reconsider. Pastor Roy has expressed his willingness to forgive any...lapses in judgment
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You owe it to yourself and Sister Roy to seek spiritual healing after the trauma you both endured."
