Meet the Keathleys
Date: 27.01.2010Keywords: Keathleys, Meet, the,
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We slept as far away from each other as we could, the better to keep our new desires from overtaking us.
I don't know about Emily, but I didn't sleep well. My night was a fuzzy haze of feelings and images that muddled my sleep and left me wanting; my slick pussy calling my fingers, Emily's lips and her breasts pressed against mine, the machine in Mom's closet, its rubber penis calling me. Ohmigod – the machine! Could Mom be using it right now? I strained to hear something, anything that might be the sound of that machine through the walls. Vibrators make noise, right? Or Mom! Maybe if I listened hard enough I could hear her moaning like I did in the bathroom. Did she even moan when she came? I don't know if I was actually awake or just dreaming that I was listening. But I do know that somehow I was disappointed when I didn't hear anything.
My thoughts drifted back to Emily. God, I was horny! I knew that if I just rolled over and kissed her again we'd wind up doing a lot more than kissing.
I lay there restless and sleepy and horny all at the same time. On the one hand, I loved the woozy comfort of our new relationship. Emily and I had entered a compact, the promise of which was still cloudy and undefined. Her kisses had touched me in a way that no boy ever had and I longed for more. But I kept my hands away from Emily, and away from my pussy, too. I didn't want her to catch me doing myself.
And so the night passed – a hazy mix of unfulfilled promise of our future together, of unfulfilled lust right now. An alliance of just the two of us.
"Next: Rising infatuations lead the girls someplace unexpected..."
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Keywords: Keathleys, Meet, the,