A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Chloë kissed her, letting her hands roam down to Morgan’s ass which she squeezed gently, pulling Morgan’s loins tighter against her own.

“Do you always dress this hot when you’re teaching?” Chloë asked when the kiss ended.

“Well, I am on camera for each class, after all,” Morgan replied. “And I also had some errands to run after school.” Morgan gasped then, because Chloë’, not being able to contain herself any longer, had lifted the hem of Morgan’s dress and was now rubbing the teacher’s tights-encased ass.

“What’s gotten into you?” Morgan asked after another kiss.

“This is perfectly normal. I’m in my sexual prime,” Chloë breathed against Morgan’s neck.

Morgan laughed.

“Nooo, I’m in my sexual prime; you won’t be there for another ten years or so.”

“Maybe my birth certificate is wrong,” Chloë countered.

“You are such a silly—oh!”

Chloë smiled against Morgan’s neck as Morgan reacted to the fact that Chloë’s hand was now rubbing Morgan’s center over the tights.

“Oh god, Chloë…” Morgan murmured, clutching Chloë tighter and burying her face into Chloë’s shoulder.

“You like?”

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Morgan nodded.

“I like.”

“Then you’re going to love this,” Chloë promised, disengaging from Morgan’s grasp and kneeling in front of the woman. Reaching up under the dress, she started pulling Morgan’s tights and panties down together until they were puddled at Morgan’s ankles and then Chloë snuck her head in under the dress like she was one of those old-time photographers about to snap a photo. Morgan’s center was right there for the taking, the muskiness of her arousal making Chloë flood her own panties. She took a deep breath, wanting to bottle this scent and then let her tongue start circling Morgan’s clit. Morgan spread her legs wider and from under the dress Chloë could hear her whimpering and repeating Chloë’s name.

When Morgan grabbed Chloë’s head over the fabric of the dress, Chloë pulled the clit into her lips and sucked on it.

“Fuck, Chloë!” Morgan called out, but Chloë wanted other sounds and so steadying herself and Morgan—whose legs had started trembling—by grabbing hold of Morgan’s ass with one hand, she slid two fingers of the other into Morgan’s wet sex and started fucking her, timing her thrusts with pulls on Morgan’s clit with her lips.

Morgan came quickly, loudly. Chloë loved how vocal Morgan was, how uninhibited and with each cry, Chloë’s clit pulsed harder.

Chloë finally came out from under the dress only when she had gotten her fill of Morgan’s juices and cleaned her fingers with her mouth.

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“Now will you tell me how your meeting with your friend went?” Morgan asked after they left the foyer and repaired to the sofa, Morgan sitting with her now bare legs across Chloë’s lap, while she played with Chloë’s short pixie locks.

“It was informative,” Chloë told her and then launched into a brief recap of her discussion with Lexx.

“Do you have a timeframe for doing this?” Morgan asked.

Chloë blinked.

“Funny, Lexx asked me the same thing,” she replied.

Morgan smirked.

“Must be an older woman thing.”

That only cemented Chloë’s resolve to keep Morgan and Lexx apart.

“Anyway, no timeframe, per se,” she answered. “Just…when I’m ready.”