The Profile, Part Five [FF]/[F]

# The Profile, Part Five

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The girls finally give into the feelings they’ve been avoiding all day. Hope you enjoy! -Bells xoxo <3

The rest of the series can be found below:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9lgpvo/the_profile_part_one/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9lgpvo/the_profile_part_one/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9nqyuo/the_profile_part_two/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9nqyuo/the_profile_part_two/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9qcs3m/the_profile_part_three/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9qcs3m/the_profile_part_three/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9sbfxr/the_profile_part_four_ff/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9sbfxr/the_profile_part_four_ff/)

As she laid there soaking in the waves of pleasure that came every time Baylee’s hand touched her, Melissa began to gyrate her hips ever so slightly. It didn’t go unnoticed, and soon Baylee had moved past her hair and down to her shoulders and arms, running her hands up and down in slow, swirling patterns, tracing her fingertips over Melissa’s bare skin.

Goosebumps formed all over her body and the motion of her hips became more pronounced. A little moan escaped her lips and she pressed into Baylee’s lap, turning to look up at the girl who was making her feel this way with an expression of love and contentment on her face that melted Baylee’s heart. Baylee decided to escalate things.

With Melissa on her back, eyes closed, rocking her hips at every touch, Baylee worked her fingers along the outside edges of her body, slowly inching closer and closer to her perky A-cup breasts. Even through her bra, Melissa’s nipples now pushed proudly against her shirt, and Baylee took a chance.

She ran her hand gently up the side of Melissa’s breast and grazed the nipple softly. Melissa let out a louder moan and arched her back up to meet Baylee’s touch, her whole body shuddering.

“Did you like that?” Baylee asked, confidently.

Melissa just moaned again and writhed sensually under Baylee’s caresses. Her own desire was starting to get the better of her, and Baylee traced a line from her breasts up the neck to Melissa’s mouth. She had her bottom lip locked between her teeth until Baylee’s finger brushed against it. Without thinking, she pushed her tongue out and guided the finger into her mouth.

She sucked gently, slowly, working her tongue over the sensitive fingertip and nipping at it gently with her teeth. The sensation was too much for Baylee to contain her arousal any longer and she moved her finger further into Melissa’s mouth, pushing against on her tongue and starting to work it back and forth.

Baylee’s other hand had wound its way up to her own swelling breasts and she was pulling at her nipples softly through her shirt, head tipped back, eyes closed, savouring the feeling of Melissa’s velvety tongue and her new-found position of power over her best friend’s sexuality.

The two girls stayed like that for a minute or so, Melissa sucking on Baylee’s finger and Baylee working her breasts. Then, overcome with her love and attraction, Baylee pulled out her finger, took Melissa’s head in both hands, bent over, and kissed her squarely on the mouth.

The sensation of Baylee’s lips on hers caught Melissa off guard, and for an instant, she pulled back hesitantly. But only for an instant. Understanding swept over her and she pushed her mouth hard against Baylee’s, savouring the taste of cherry lip gloss and the feeling of Baylee’s lips against hers. Her tongue flicked out, seeking its counterpart.

It was a perfect moment, as the two friends explored each other’s mouths, breath mixing, the passion building to a frenzy of kisses with Baylee’s hands tangled in Melissa’s hair and Melissa still gyrating her hips.

. . .

Lost in their reverie, neither girl heard the footsteps coming up the stairs toward the door. Nor did they hear the soft knock. Catherine had come up to check on them and had brought hot chocolate. When there was no answer, she pressed her ear to the door to see if the girls were still awake.

It took her a moment to recognise the sounds coming from the other side of the door, but she had been young once, too, and the memories of those stolen moments washed over her. She smiled, then turned and went back down the stairs.

Alone in the living room, the flashing lights from the now-muted television painting an ever-changing kaleidoscope mural on the walls, she picked up one of the mugs of hot chocolate, let out a deep sigh, and sipped. It had been a long time since she had had anyone to share intimate moments with.

Unconsciously, her free hand had found its way under her skirt, and into her panties.

Still tipsy from the wine, she was suddenly struck by the urge to creep back upstairs and eavesdrop on her daughter.

“I shouldn’t, what is wrong with me? She’s my daughter for Christ’s sake,” she muttered quietly to herself. Still, the idea excited her, and she immediately felt ashamed, which in turn triggered more arousal.

“You’re such a stupid whore. This is why Richard beat you. You worthless, stupid fucking bitch.” The more she abused herself, the hornier she got, and soon her panties were soaked through. The comments kept coming, *pile of shit, stupid cow, ugly slut,* and soon she was crying, ashamed at her arousal and aroused at her shame. She sat sobbing softly on the couch, desperate for release, but too ashamed to do anything about it.

Finally, she pulled herself together and stood up. Straightening her skirt and pulling down her top, she picked up the mugs and carried them into the kitchen. She could see the tracks of her tears where her mascara had run down her cheeks in her reflection in the window, and a fresh wave of arousal swept over her.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She set the mugs down and pulled a large wooden spoon from one of the drawers. For several long minutes she stood there, wielding the spoon in her right hand, staring at it intensely and trembling, fighting the urge to hike up her skirt and ‘teach herself a lesson’ as Melissa’s father would have said.

Then, just as quickly as it had started, her arousal faded, and she put the spoon back in its place. Without a second glance, she went out of the kitchen and down the hall toward her bedroom. On her way into her room, she pulled off her panties, inhaled the scent of her sex, and then tossed them into the hamper, fresh tears running from her eyes.

Tonight’s would be a restless sleep, and the thought of what was going on above her was bound to keep her awake a while longer, but she was determined not to give into temptation. She changed into her night gown and crawled into bed, her mascara still caked to her cheeks.

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