A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

And that’s when Chloë popped into her head.

Morgan’s eyes flew open.

Fuck!

Morgan wanted to push the image of Chloë away but her clit told her not to. It had pulsed when Chloë came into focus. Strongly. That little bud was making it known that it was in control now and so she sighed and closed her eyes once more.

Go with it. No one has to know.

What would it feel like to have Chloë fuck her? And what did that even mean? It had been several years since she’d watched The L Word, her only experience seeing lesbian sex. If she remembered correctly, it involved a lot of finger work and, of course, women going down on each other.

Well, then…How would Chloë begin to fuck her? Would she stand before Morgan, undressing her bit by bit? Would the undressing be slow, or would Chloë be so driven by lust that Morgan would find her clothes being ripped off her body?

What would happen when Chloë undid Morgan’s bra? Would she then bend down and suck a nipple?

As if it were actually happening, Morgan’s nipples got rock hard. She groaned, loving the sensation, her breathing increasing. She pressed harder against the crotch of her underwear but now her nipples demanded attention. Reluctantly, she stopped her ministrations between her legs just long enough to sit up and quickly shed her top before laying back down. Her right hand went back between her legs but now her left was pinching a nipple.

Would Chloë bite the nipple in her mouth? Morgan hoped so. A little pain to go with the pleasure was always something Morgan enjoyed, and so she squeezed the nipple between her fingers hard, gasping, wishing it was Chloë’s teeth doing the work.

The fabric of her panties was wet now. In fact, Morgan knew she was getting wetter than normal. She could feel it pooling inside herself.

“Oh, fuck!” she couldn’t help whispering aloud.

She was done with edging. Quick as a flash she shucked her panties off and then spread her legs wide. Wide for Chloë who, in Morgan’s mind was now laying atop her, their breasts pressed together.

What would that feel like? She had, of course, hugged countless women in her lifetime and had often been aware of feeling their clothed breasts mashed against her own during those embraces.

But how would it feel to have a woman’s bare breasts tightly pressed against her own?

No! No, that’s not it!

How would it feel to have Chloë’s bare breasts tightly pressed against her own?

Would she be able to feel the hardness of Chloë’s nipples pressing into her, signaling how turned on her lover was? And what did Chloë’s nipples look like? Were they dark and small like her own? Or were they pink and a little larger?

She groaned again because now her fingers were no longer teasing along her sex, now they were rubbing her swollen clit, her hips rocking rhythmically, her breath coming in shallower gasps.

She could feel her arousal seeping out of her.

Now, Chloë was kissing her way down Morgan’s body.

“Oh, god,” Morgan whispered.

She imagined looking down and seeing that platinum blonde hair getting closer and closer to her pussy.

Would Chloë tease a bit? Maybe kiss Morgan’s shaved mound? Maybe even nibble it? More pain mixed with pleasure?

Would Chloë continue the tease by licking the most sensitive parts of Morgan’s thighs, so close to her pussy, yet still too far away?

Morgan could feel her inner walls tightening, begin to spasm. She was close!

Or would Chloë just give Morgan what she needed?

“Please, Chloë!” she whispered aloud.

And this imaginary

Chloë must have heard the plea because suddenly Morgan was certain she felt two soft pink lips clamp around her buzzing clit and give a firm tug while her tongue whipped across the sensitive bud rapidly, mercilessly until…