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guilty about her blossoming feelings for Cadence. It’s only kissing, after all. Where’s the harm?
Exhausted, completely worn out by much younger and much more athletic Cadence, she collapses on the sofa in the games room.
“I can’t run anymore,” she flatly declares. “You win.”
“Are you saying you can’t keep up with me?” Cadence teases, resting on top of her. “Am I too much for you?”
“God, yes.” Marlee wraps her arms around the enthusiastic teen. “You’re much too much for me, darling. For the sake of my health, I should probably swear off you, like I have wine and chocolate. Both of those things get me into trouble, just like you do.”
“Fine. I’ll leave, then,” Cadence bluffs, making a weak effort to get off the sofa.
Determined not to let her go, a playful Marlee grabs at her waist and hips, holding her back, which is all fun and games until one of her hands ends up pressed completely over one of Cadence’s breasts. Upon feeling the delightful, mound beneath her palm, she withdraws.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s okay.” Cadence wriggles closer, lying with her back against Marlee’s chest. “You can touch me there. I want you to.”
Marlee tries to make time stop. When did this happen? When did Cadence become such a sexual being? Since when has she longed to be touched?
She strokes Cadence’s waist and ribs, not daring to move her hands any higher. Glancing down, she can see Cadence’s breasts outlined in her t-shirt, bulging out from her chest, stretching the fabric tight. They’re modestly-sized, but the t-shirt is old and not fitted to accommodate her changing body.
She finds herself wondering what Cadence’s nipples feel like. Are they big? Small? She imagines them delicate and pink, the surrounding areolae sensitive, and swollen with the need to be touched, kissed, sucked.
Her own breasts start to react, her nipples visibly erect. Thank god Cadence can’t see. Moreover, thank god female arousal is easier to conceal than a man’s! She can only imagine how difficult it would be to lie here with Cadence sprawled all over her, an erection throbbing in her crotch. Cadence would be able to see it, feel it, and touch it if she wanted to. Her attraction would be prominent and undeniable. As it is instead, at least she can pretend she’s not so affected, not so wet, and not so damn horny.
Unfortunately, being able to hide her excitement does nothing to lessen it, and Cadence isn’t about to let her off the hook just because there’s no tangible proof of her arousal.
“Are you afraid again?” she asks, wondering why she’s yet to feel Marlee’s soft hands exploring her aching chest.
“I’m fucking petrified,” Marlee answers without really thinking, quickly wondering if that’s the first time Cadence has ever heard her curse like that.
If it is, she doesn’t comment on it.
“Here.” She takes Marlee’s hands and places them on her chest. “Touch.”
Marlee bites her tongue, suppressing a moan; Cadence is so caressable.
“Oh, Cady,” she purrs, cupping two perfectly developed breasts. “What’re you doing to me?”
Weak with lust, she fondles Cadence through the layers of clothing, finding a pair of tiny nipples, feeling them stiffen in response to her touch.
The pleasure is twofold. Firstly, there’s the simple sexual thrill of touching her—the same thrill she would get from touching any woman. Secondly, there’s the undeniable exhilaration of possibly being the first one—the only one—to experience this with her.
But what is this leading to? Sex with Cadence? Unthinkable! With that terrifying thought in mind, despite Cadence writhing around on her like a little worm, basking in all the new sensations that are rippling through her body, Marlee puts an end to it.
“I have to stop, darling.” She slides her hands back down to Cadence’s waist.
“Why?”
“The feelings you evoke in me are too intense.” She
Exhausted, completely worn out by much younger and much more athletic Cadence, she collapses on the sofa in the games room.
“I can’t run anymore,” she flatly declares. “You win.”
“Are you saying you can’t keep up with me?” Cadence teases, resting on top of her. “Am I too much for you?”
“God, yes.” Marlee wraps her arms around the enthusiastic teen. “You’re much too much for me, darling. For the sake of my health, I should probably swear off you, like I have wine and chocolate. Both of those things get me into trouble, just like you do.”
“Fine. I’ll leave, then,” Cadence bluffs, making a weak effort to get off the sofa.
Determined not to let her go, a playful Marlee grabs at her waist and hips, holding her back, which is all fun and games until one of her hands ends up pressed completely over one of Cadence’s breasts. Upon feeling the delightful, mound beneath her palm, she withdraws.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s okay.” Cadence wriggles closer, lying with her back against Marlee’s chest. “You can touch me there. I want you to.”
Marlee tries to make time stop. When did this happen? When did Cadence become such a sexual being? Since when has she longed to be touched?
She strokes Cadence’s waist and ribs, not daring to move her hands any higher. Glancing down, she can see Cadence’s breasts outlined in her t-shirt, bulging out from her chest, stretching the fabric tight. They’re modestly-sized, but the t-shirt is old and not fitted to accommodate her changing body.
She finds herself wondering what Cadence’s nipples feel like. Are they big? Small? She imagines them delicate and pink, the surrounding areolae sensitive, and swollen with the need to be touched, kissed, sucked.
Her own breasts start to react, her nipples visibly erect. Thank god Cadence can’t see. Moreover, thank god female arousal is easier to conceal than a man’s! She can only imagine how difficult it would be to lie here with Cadence sprawled all over her, an erection throbbing in her crotch. Cadence would be able to see it, feel it, and touch it if she wanted to. Her attraction would be prominent and undeniable. As it is instead, at least she can pretend she’s not so affected, not so wet, and not so damn horny.
Unfortunately, being able to hide her excitement does nothing to lessen it, and Cadence isn’t about to let her off the hook just because there’s no tangible proof of her arousal.
“Are you afraid again?” she asks, wondering why she’s yet to feel Marlee’s soft hands exploring her aching chest.
“I’m fucking petrified,” Marlee answers without really thinking, quickly wondering if that’s the first time Cadence has ever heard her curse like that.
If it is, she doesn’t comment on it.
“Here.” She takes Marlee’s hands and places them on her chest. “Touch.”
Marlee bites her tongue, suppressing a moan; Cadence is so caressable.
“Oh, Cady,” she purrs, cupping two perfectly developed breasts. “What’re you doing to me?”
Weak with lust, she fondles Cadence through the layers of clothing, finding a pair of tiny nipples, feeling them stiffen in response to her touch.
The pleasure is twofold. Firstly, there’s the simple sexual thrill of touching her—the same thrill she would get from touching any woman. Secondly, there’s the undeniable exhilaration of possibly being the first one—the only one—to experience this with her.
But what is this leading to? Sex with Cadence? Unthinkable! With that terrifying thought in mind, despite Cadence writhing around on her like a little worm, basking in all the new sensations that are rippling through her body, Marlee puts an end to it.
“I have to stop, darling.” She slides her hands back down to Cadence’s waist.
“Why?”
“The feelings you evoke in me are too intense.” She
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