Hey, uhm, first erotica and that whole bullshit. Originally written in German, my native language, so pls excuse my bad grammar and chose of words… (If you are able to read german, check the original, also longer, version out here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rpA27RFW8bnEgujUenz3WnexNzCRKtq9Q7zi0mAKPV4/edit?usp=drivesdk&ouid=105290652739712014591)
[1] She stopped her lips in front of my ear, I had to hold on to her back and my knees gave a little. “I don’t even have to say anything …” she whispered in my ear. My knees buckled and my hold became a claw. “You … are so … mean …” I stammered as she loosened a little to look me in the eye. She smiled, this made me unintentionally happy. I put my head on her shoulder, stood back and flattened my hands as she laughed with glee: “You are so cute”. I was so goddamn happy, it felt really bad. I smiled at her and turned my head so that it was against her wonderful neck. “Whatever you try, I won’t go weak as quickly as … certain others.” I heard her say quietly. “I know. I just want to cuddle.” ‘God, someone banish me for these crappy dopamines!’ I thought to myself. “Just cuddle, huh?” I hugged her tighter as she asked this rhetorical question. I kissed her absolutely beautiful neck, pressed against her and felt her smile. “Do you know how much fun it is to see you suffer so much?” She was on my ear again. I almost couldn’t suppress a moan and at least let out a gasp, my grip tightened. “And I just love it when you cling to me” “don’t say that,” I thought, because my body reacted to those words and did exactly that. Another smile. I suppressed my eyes more tightly, because I felt her damned breath on my neck. I knew what was coming. While her lips worked on my neck, I had all kinds of problems standing up. A little “mhmh ah mh” together with other inconspicuous sounds of suffering found the way out of my mouth. She laughed again: “Well, is someone getting weak there?” “You know that very well,” I replied insulted. She grabbed her hand by my side, at chest level. I was already quite warm, but somehow the warmth of her otherwise quite cold hand made it through my chest into my heart. I was able to stand up again, but my hands remained claws and my head pressed against her neck to let out a soft moan. I couldn’t think anymore, wanted to let out more. But I couldn’t, as we were standing in the middle of the city, at an intersection, with lotta bypassers, and I thought I heard children giggling nearby. She caressed me, smiled, smaller but more honest.
She kissed me on the head and whispered to me. “We should start, we both can’t hold it for long now” I nodded, but indicated that I still needed a little time. ‘Holy fucking shit’ I thought to myself, ‘how can one person be so wonderful? ‘We started, I was hanging on her shoulder, mostly because I couldn’t walk properly anymore. “You’re just awesome” She laughed at my comment. After what felt like an eternity of silence, we finally reached her apartment. “No one is home, you know?” she remarked before unlocking the door and letting us into the stairwell. “Is that so?” I made sure, whereupon she nodded knowingly. Her beautiful brown hair, stopping just before the shoulder, shook a little on the stairs. Fortunately, she was living on the ground floor at the time, so it was only four steps. Before she unlocked the door she smiled briefly at me, shook her head slightly and finally unlocked the lock.
“Hello. I’m only here!” You could probably hear her grandmother’s voice throughout the house, maybe even the whole fucking apartment complex. Not because she spoke loudly, but penetratingly. “Yes, hi …” A slightly annoyed roll of my friend’s eyes. “I’m being stalked again” So she always announced me lime that, and I still don’t know whether I should find that good or terrible. “Oh, that’s nice.” There was something about the old cheerful voice that made one feel annoyed, even though everything that voice said actually sounded very sweet and nice. I closed the door behind me and smiled at the wonderful person in front of me. “Stop smiling like that!” said said person to me. Her grandma smiled. “I’ll be gone right away. I also made food, but I don’t know if you eat it.” We, me and my girlfriend, put our school-rucksacks off, took off our shoes and went to that grandma in the kitchen. The kitchen was small and untidy as always, with many pans and pots on the hotplate. I quickly thought ‘hygiene 3000’ to myself. The old woman angled the lid of one of the pans, revealing a tangle of potato and mince cabbage. Her granddaughter did a pretty good staple of the Stuff on plates and sat down at the end of the table, sitting right from me and below me. As we ate, the nice, annoying lady told us about her day taking care of the cat. When we had finished eating, the grandmother asked, almost ordered my friend to explain the remote control for the television so that she could finally watch the noon show. The much too nice person she is, she got up and went into the living room with her grandmother.
While the two loudly set up the television, I went into the young miss’s room. ‘Also uncluttered, without space, but here you could at least be comfortable without turning everything over’ or something like that I thought to myself when I untied the jacket around my waist and took it off. Finally the belt and socks came off me, and then I made myself comfortable on the room owner’s bed. I thought, as always when I was alone in my bed for the first time in a few days, nothing at all. Instead, without letting it out, I let my emotions and empathic schizophrenia run free within my head. So it was no wonder that when she came into her room I was almost crying. This was immediately replaced with happy thoughts when I felt their presence.
“Okay, I’ll go then.” you heard her grandma again through the apartment, and after an uncomfortably long pause came another “you have a lot of fun!” Whereupon the “Yeah, see you then Grandma.” from the room owner came. When everyone over the age of 16 had left the apartment, my friend closed her door with the words “preventive reasons”.
Then suddenly something happened that neither of us expected. She almost ran towards me and then laid down on me, where she started to moisten my neck with her tongue. I moaned slightly. “You can’t just do that!” while my hands were already on her back again. I felt her entire weight almost evenly distributed on me, her breasts, under her sweater and bra, how they pressed on mine, her hose button as it pressed on my skirt. And, of course, how certain spots got wet and wet. My friend must have noticed how much I liked it and that I suppressed a groan because she whispered to me “You can be loud, I like that.” “Don’t say something like that,” I responded in an almost unhealthy sounding tone. She suddenly, without warning, hit her hip against mine, which is why I almost gave up the suppression and had to let out a loud” nyah ha! ” “Do you like that?” She kept asking such stupid questions, but I loved her for that. Another push, another suppressed scream. “But I like it much more when you moan”[…]
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ehttoy/after_school_lesbian_1
Looking forward for more!