Author: thepracticeshorts

The Practice 4 (Hannah 4) [FF, FFM, fsub, huml, mdom, oral, reluc]

Hannah stretched luxuriously and wrapped her arms around Emily, cupping her breast and snuggling in close.

They were falling into a routine on Dr. Wilcox’s island. Hannah and Emily woke up in their treehouse with the first light of the false dawn and made love in what had become their usual fashion. Hannah kissed Emily deeply, and slowly slid her fingers in and out of the blonde’s pussy until Emily came. Hannah was always thrilled to feel her friend’s body writhe against her and throb on her fingers. Then Emily slid beneath the sheet and buried her face between Hannah’s legs, dancing around with her tongue until Hannah couldn’t take any more teasing and begged for release. Emily finally relented and dove onto Hannah’s clit with abandon, and Hannah screamed out in pleasure.

Emily’s curly blonde head emerged, her face glistening from Hannah’s pussy, and the two kissed and cuddled. Hannah had never expected to have a relationship like this… had never even known that such a thing existed. What was Emily to her? What would she be when they left the island?

“How long have we been here, anyway?” Hannah asked as she played with Emily’s hair. Read more »

The Practice (Hannah 3) [FF, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml]

Hannah felt refreshed and frisky. She’d slept more than 10 hours and woken before the first rays of sun peeked over the canopy of trees below. The previous day of travel had worn her out and her muscles were still sore, but now it felt good. She had spent the night cuddled up to the warm, soft form of Emily, and wasn’t surprised to find that her pussy was wet. When was the last time she had shared a bed with anyone? Probably not since childhood, and never naked. She stretched and reached her arms around the other girl to hold her close. Last night had been… incredible? Sweet and warm? Hannah purred at the memory of Emily’s lips on hers, Emily’s fingers inside her. She had never thought she’d have sex with another girl, and she wanted to do it again.

Emily felt Hannah’s stirring and creaked open her eyes. She smiled when she saw Hannah looking back at her, and snuggled in. “Good morning,” she said.

Hannah said, “Good morning. Mrs. Carver said that breakfast won’t be served until the sun clears the horizon.”

“Do you know where?” Emily asked. This was the first time for each of them to visit Dr. Wilcox’s island. Read more »

The Practice (Hannah 2) [FF, reluc]

Hannah was exhausted and hungry. The trip had been perfectly pleasant as such things went, but hopping across time zones messed with her head.

The invitation — if you could call it that — had come only a week ago. It was printed in a simple font and said, “Your presence is required for one week. Follow the enclosed itinerary; arrangements have been made with your school. Pack light.” Invitations generally “invited” rather than “required”, but it was from Dr. Wilcox. He expected obedience, and Hannah gave it. Mostly. Well, she was working on it.

The first class flight to the coast was uneventful. The man next to her tried to strike up a conversation, but she deflected him and focused on her book: re-reading “The Lord of the Rings”. When she landed she was ushered to a small terminal, onto the tarmac, and into a small jet that would take her to her final destination. The plane was empty except for the female pilot, early thirties, blonde, blue eyes, who smiled as she helped Hannah board with her small bag.

“I’m Michelle,” she said. “You can call me Shelly if you want. Or Michelle. We’re waiting for one more girl.” Read more »

The Practice (Hannah 1) [Str8, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml, reluc, sm] (x-posted to /r/sexystories)

Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!

“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.

She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.

“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.” Read more »