Stacy waits outside the restaurant. She's just as nervous as before, but a little more excited. She wears her favourite shoes; burgundy flats with little white bows on the front. Her thin cream socks have little frills around the ankle. The air is fairly warm today, allowing her to wear a bit of a short skirt, in a matching cream colour.
As she waits for her date to arrive, she fiddles with the tiny pearlescent buttons on her delicate top. Her dark hair is pinned back around her ears by some cute barrettes.
I hope she likes me… Of course she does. She wanted to see you again didn't she?
Stacy scrutinizes her outfit, fixing the frills on one of her socks.
I look stupid…
"Stacy!" Becca shouts happily, with a wave. She comes through the restaurant doors with a big smile on her face. She looks as adorable as ever. She wears almost the same outfit as before, but with black, knee-high nylons instead of socks.
How can she look so good after working all day?
"Hi Becca… it's really nice to… see you again," Stacy nervously admits. Her eyes fall down to the sidewalk, embarrassed. She sees Becca's little shoes step up against hers, then feels her date's fingers under her chin. They lift her face up to Becca's.
"I've heard that if you kiss at the beginning of a date, then a lot of the anxiety is just, like washed away…" Becca suggests, weakly. Her eyes are gigantic and have a subtle sparkle about them. Her tiny, pink tongue gently wets her lips in nervous anticipation.
Oh God… kiss her Stacy… remember to breathe first.
Stacy takes a deep breath. With it comes a surge of courage as she grabs the back of Becca's head and pulls her lips into hers.
Becca tastes like innocent naughtiness. Their lips move slowly and softly over each other's until Stacy opens them wider. She tilts Becca's head back slightly and kisses her more deeply. Becca opens herself up, allowing room for Stacy's tongue to enter her mouth.
This is unbelievably delicious… she feels so good. How is this happening!?
Stacy squeezes Becca's body tightly. She feels so connected to this girl, like she can feel how her body is feeling. Becca's heart beats against Stacy's chest. It's a beautiful sensation.
Stacy pulls her mouth from Becca's in desperate need of air.
Becca giggles as she watches Stacy pant in her cream outfit.
"Well… that was… nice," Becca comments, almost moaning. Her voice sounds almost musical with its adorable pitch.
Stacy blushes as she regains her composure. She fixes her top and tries to ignore the passion broiling between her legs.
"Do you want to go somewhere we can talk and maybe get something to eat?" Stacy asks, trying to be confident and take charge.
I can't believe I get to spend tonight talking to this girl… looking at her… smelling her…
"I could go for a drink…" Becca admits, looking a little flushed.
"Okay! Same bar?"
"How about at your place?" Becca suggests, brushing some of her bronzy hair behind her ear shyly.
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As they walk towards Stacy's little apartment, they hold hands. Stacy can't explain the emotional and physical thrill she gets out of touching Becca.
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Stacy opens a bottle of cheap whiskey and finds two glasses. Becca waits for her drink patiently in Stacy's bedroom.
"I only have some whiskey. I hope that's okay!" Stacy shouts to Becca as she pours about a shot-worth into each glass.
"That sounds lovely. Thanks!" Becca calls out from the bedroom.
Stacy puts the bottle down and inspects the liquor. She feels the boiling anxiety in her belly and adds a bit more to each glass. She carries them around the corner into her bedroom when she freezes.
Becca is kneeling on the floor in front of her bed. Her knees are spread apart very wide, causing her to be quite low to the ground. She has her skirt hiked up just enough so that Stacy can see her thin, white panties.
Stacy almost drops the two glasses.
"What are… what is this… that…" Stacy stammers, confused.
Becca stares at the floor, not daring to look up at her tall, beautiful date. "I like you Stacy…" She begins. "I want to serve you… I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel very…very happy."
"You make me so happy…Every moment I've gotten to spend with you has been…" Stacy stops when she sees Becca begin to crawl towards her.
Becca continues to keep her head lowered. Her soft, young skin looks delicious in the dim light. Stacy can't feel her legs. She wants to move and speak, but she's paralyzed by her excitement.
Becca reaches Stacy's feet. She places her mouth down at them and softly kisses the top of each of Stacy's frilly socks.
Who is this girl?
Stacy can barely focus. Her heart is beating like crazy as Becca works her little, gentle kisses up the insides of her legs.
Oh God… Try and relax… try!
Stacy's stomach drops as Becca's hands move up the back of her thighs and under her skirt.
Both girls breathe heavily as Becca brings her head under Stacy's skirt as well. Stacy can feel Becca's warm breath against her moist panties. Her clit hums against the soft cotton, begging to be touched. She feels Becca's dainty fingers tugging at her panties' waistband, but they're not pulling them down. The anticipation and excitement is making Stacy drip.
"B…Bec…a…" Stacy whimpers, trying to remain standing as she trembles from head to toe.
Becca slowly begins to kiss Stacy's damp lips through her panties.
Oh fuck… I need you… I'd do anything for you…
Stacy begins to fantasize about Becca's pussy; its probably perfect taste and beautiful aroma. Her mouth waters so much she begins to almost drool.
Becca's lips continue to tease Stacy's confined mound. Stacy's clit feels like it's going to burst.
Becca's head pops out from under the skirt, but her fingers stay poised on the edge of Stacy's panties, threatening to lower them. She looks up at Stacy with her adorable eyes, full of lust and affection.
Stacy tries to speak, but her mind is unable to grant her that wish. Only a slight whimper escapes her lips as she stares into her girlfriend's eyes.
Becca… I want to lick you and make love to you… I wish I could tell you that… you make me feel special… amazing…
Becca bites her lower lip, making her face look incredibly innocent as she slowly pulls Stacy's panties down.
Stacy can't move. Her stomach is in knots as she feels the material leaving her waist and exposing her hairless, wet slit. The feeling is terribly exhilarating, like the drop on a roller coaster.
Take me… I'm yours…
"Take… me…" Stacy whines, lost in the intense throbbing coming from within her. She leans her hips forward, as to say 'please'.
Becca smiles in awe of the girl above her. She slips the cream coloured panties around Stacy's foot.
"So cute, they match your socks. I want to… keep them…" Becca giggles. She brings the soft, slightly damp underwear to her nose and breathes it in. Her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Stacy feels incredibly exposed and overwhelmed but she's powerless at this point. Becca could do whatever she wanted.
Becca grumbles a sigh as she finishes taking in Stacy's scent. She stuffs the panties into her bra with a naughty look on her face.
She is crazy…
Becca's head disappears under Stacy's skirt again.
Oh God… this is it…
Stacy can feel her legs spreading without her control, opening herself more for the girl's supple mouth. A trickle of her liquid excitement runs down her thigh. It embarrasses her as much as it excites her. She feels like she's going to pass out. Her head doesn't seem like it's getting any oxygen or blood.
Becca's lips move closer to Stacy's dripping pussy, but she doesn't indulge, she just hovers in front of it. Her sweet breath teases Stacy's swollen folds.
Lick me... oh please… slather me… use your tongue Becca…
Becca's hands move back over Stacy's bare ass. Her cheeks quiver with an insane anticipation. Stacy squirms and moans desperately.
Please!
Becca's head comes back out from under the skirt. It remains bowed, staring at the floor.
What's wrong? Is it me? Did I… do something?
"Stacy… I… I'm sorry… I can't," Becca admits, weakly.
"Wh…what? Why?" Stacy begs.
Becca turns away, afraid to look into Stacy's disappointed eyes.
"I'm… in a relationship… I mean… I have… a relationship. It's… really hard to explain…" Becca hesitantly mumbles.
What does that mean? With who?
"I don't understand…" Stacy whimpers, flush with pheromones and rampant desires.
Becca quickly stands up, avoiding eye contact. She looks around the room and collects her things.
No… please… what's wrong? I don't understand!
Becca, ashamed or afraid, scampers to the door and puts her shoes on.
Stacy stands in the middle of her room, panty-less, still holding the two glasses of whiskey. She turns to stop Becca, but it's too late. She hears the door shut. She shoots one of the glasses and swallows it with a pained expression.
She sits on her bed for a moment trying to figure out what the hell just happened. She doesn't get anywhere. She only feels a pain growing throughout her chest. A tear pools in her eye and runs down her cheek.
Why…? This isn't fair…
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Stacy runs through the forest, while last night runs through her mind. She burns away her frustration and sadness… for the moment.
On her way back, she passes by the restaurant. Covered in sweat, she pauses to take a look inside. She makes sure to stay far enough away as to not be noticed.
There's no sign of Becca.
Stacy heads home.
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She opens the door to her basement to find a letter. Stacy's heart jumps.
She doesn't even bother to change as she tears open the envelope. It reads:
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I'm so sorry for leaving you like that last night Stacy.
You don't deserve that. You deserve so much better.
I wanted to make you happy, but I think I'm just hurting you.
I'm sorry.
Look, I'm not supposed to see you anymore… not for a while anyways.
She says, I've betrayed her trust… Which I have.
But, she says I can still talk to you, although I'd understand if you didn't want to anymore.
If you do want to still talk with me, please text your email to the number below.
And I'll be allowed to email you.
~Becca
ps. The way I feel when I'm around you… I've never felt like that before…
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Stacy frowns. Her body is sore from the run and her insides still ache with sexual frustration.
Becca… what the fuck am I supposed to do?
"Clearly you're stupid, since you want to be with her instead! But what? I get to email with you? Oh great! Lucky me!" Stacy rants out loud.
She crumples up the letter and throws it into the little garbage by her bed.
Fuck…
Stacy notices the time and rushes into the shower.
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Getting dressed in a hurry, Stacy checks her phone for the time.
Fuck Fuck!
She looks at the garbage bin by her bed for a moment.
That stupid letter…
Stacy shakes herself from the thought and runs out the door for work.
Girly, pretty clothes litter the floor of her room. Ornate little decorations sit on her dresser and on her desk. A statue of a little blue fairy wearing high heels watches her bedside.
Stacy runs back through the door. She scrabbles to the garbage and pulls the note out.
I'm a loser…
Stacy texts her email to the number provided. As she hits send, she sighs heavily, unsure of her decision.
She rushes back out the door.
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Stacy gets back from a long night of work. She puts her purse down and sits on her bed. She looks over at her laptop.
For a moment, she thinks about opening it, but decides against it.
She undresses and turns on the shower.
While she cleans herself, she can't get the thought of Becca out of her head.
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Stacy dries herself off and pulls on a comfortable pair of pink cotton underwear.
