Morning rituals [FF]

I’ve been thinking a lot about Molly lately. Especially our morning rituals have been roaming around my mind frequently…

As you might remember from my previous post, Molly was my first girlfriend. She was stunning. She was very athletic, all that time working out had left her body in perfect shape, broad shoulders and wide hips paired with a slim waist really did take my breath away. She had beautiful naturally blonde hair, blue eyes and dazzling white skin. Molly was slightly taller than me, but not significantly.

As for me: well I am a typical girl. I’m am small (5’2), quite curvy with my 75C cups, a slim waist and round hips followed by slightly muscular legs (all the running payed up there). I have beautiful long chestnut brown hair, it reaches my hips nowadays. It was frequently curled up and just resting on my waist. I love wearing skirts and dresses, one can never look overdressed, wearing a tight skirt and a blouse, right?

Well, after Molly and I got together we stated spending most of our time together. We went to University together, we ate together, slept at each other’s place all the time, we showered together, dressed each other up, we might have moved in and lived together by that point.

The mornings though, they were always a treat. I remember waking up to Molly’s tight grip around me. She let her hand explore my body. Her fingertips gracing my nipples, moving along my waist line downward to my panties. We both used to sleep cuddled up to each other, mostly spooning, while wearing nothing but underwear. Molly’s hand played with the lace hugging my hips, while she was covering my neck with kisses. Her full lips left a burning trail from my shoulder up to my ear, where she started biting slightly. I felt her body pressing even tighter to mine, her nipples started hardening, as mine were already aching for her touch.

It all seemed surreal, I was not quite awake yet, but already completely wet, longing for her to touch me in the most intimate way.

Molly’s hand slipped under the lace, moving straight to my slit. She parted me and I couldn’t help but let out a hoarse moan. Her warm fingers spread my wetness all over, moving up and down, slipping inside me just a little, just enough to tease me, leaving me hungry for more. Teasing was one of Molly’s specialties. I was about to loose my mind, when she turned me on to my back.

I felt her hovering above me, when she grabbed my hands, pushing them over my head. “Em, hold on to the headrest, don’t let go”, Molly said. I did as instructed, my head was spinning from her touch and probably because I still felt like I was dreaming. Molly’s lips landed on mine. She kissed me with such passion, my lips parted instantly letting her tongue draw those wonderful patterns I learned to love on mine. I felt her hunger for me. Her hands were on my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipples, hard. I let out a loud moan as she did. Every pinch at my nipples sent waves of electricity right to my clit, that was swollen, drowning in my wetness. To relieve some of that sweet pain, Molly planted her mouth onto my nipples that we’re turning bright red, caressing them with her tongue, driving me completely insane and almost to an orgasm.

Finally Molly started moving downwards, kissing every inch on her way, taking her time at my hips, removing my panties, they were drenched. She started kissing the inside of my thighs, working her way up to my labia and finally reaching my slit. I let out a whimper as her tongue parted me, applying pressure to my clit in the sweetest way. Molly licked and sucked at the same time, driving me mad. All I could do, was hold on to that headrest in hopes it would take some of that unbearable lust I felt. All that built up anticipation seemed to burst out at once as Molly’s tongue started moving faster, sucking more intensely. I suddenly felt a bite on my clit, that stinging pain sent me over the edge instantly. Molly left me once again as trembling mess, lost to her will. I loved that girl and everything she did was just perfect.

Molly held me tightly as I was coming down from my high. It was blissful and quiet as she moved back up, tugging at my arm, allowing me to release the iron pols I was grasping, wanting me to come join her in the shower. She knew exactly, it was her turn to be driven insane.

That part though is a story on its own. I will post it sometime soon.

And as always I’m looking forward to your reactions and hopefully some feedback for future writing.

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