The secret of her suffering [F, 23] [Lesbian play]

[note: the event described is loosely based on a formative sexual encounter which occurred during my late teens]

The light blue edges of Sophie’s denim shorts kissed the freckle, caramel-hued, she most detested on her otherwise flawlessly porcelain thigh. She traced the freckle with her pinky, wet with saliva.

Lost in a daydream about her neighbor Helena’s unbelievably perky tits, which she watched lightly bounce underneath the girl’s white t-shirt, Sophie had unknowingly slipped her finger into her own mouth. Under her neighbor’s shirt she could make out the two triangle-shaped outlines of an orange bikini top.

Sophie moaned involuntarily, watching Helena cross her arms over her bulging tits and smooth tummy to pull the t-shirt off. “Mmm,” she shifted in her lounge chair and subtly grazed a hand over her nipples, covered by a bikini top of her own, tiny and blue and barely containing her stunning pair of tits, wet from the pool, sparkling in the sun.

“Stop fidgeting,” Sophie’s step-mom drawled lazily next to her. The mother-daughter pair were often mistaken for twins out in public, despite there being no blood relation between them. Though he’d never admit it, perhaps not even to himself, Sophie’s father had once or twice fantasized about seeing his 19-year-old daughter naked, maybe just stealing a small glimpse as she ran from the outdoor shower back into the house.

Sophie’s beauty was hard to resist, and to fulfill that forbidden fantasy, he found a second wife with striking resemblance to his beautiful slut of a daughter.

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