The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 21
Written by: Frank The Writer
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Lisa reached to the door and opened it.
“Good morning, my Princess!” Lisa exclaimed, enveloping her daughter in a hug.
“Good morning mom. You are still up? Do we have a visitor?”
“Yes, my darling. We have a family friend who got stranded on her way. She will be leaving early morning, tomorrow.”
“Oh! Let me see! What’s the name?”
She walked in and our eyes got locked in contact.
“Call her aunty Jane.”
“Good morning aunty Jane,” greeted the innocent looking pretty girl. She was on her pyjamas.
“Hi Princess, nice to meet you.” I said.
“Same here, aunty. Welcome.”
“Aww, thank you. I’m sorry we woke you from sleep.”
She smiled and twirled out of the room. She was the spitting image of Lisa with her big pointed nose and small eyes. That could be the exact way Lisa looked at that age.
“Sleep tight, sweetheart,” Lisa said.
“And you too, mom.”
“I love you.”
“I love more, mom.”
Lisa went out and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She opened it, pour out half of the glasses and handed it to me, while she drank from hers.
“Wow! Your daughter is beautiful.”
“Yeah! She is. Thank you.” Lisa smiled.
“She’s just your replica.”
“Oh really?” Lisa sipped from her glass.
“Yeahhhhhhhhh. Your photocopy!”
She simply let out a dim smile.
“How about her father?” I finally summoned courage to ask.
“Um…,” she stuttered.
“Oh! Don’t worry. It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Its okay, Jane. There’s nothing to hide here. He found out I am a lesbian and we splitted.
“I’m so sorry about that.”
“I probably should have told you about this before now.”
“No problem. I’m so sorry about your broken marriage.”
“Oh! Don’t worry. It’s in the past now.”
Lisa sat in stunned silence on the bed. I was having random thoughts about the whole scenario; getting splitted because she’s bisegzual and yet she hasn’t changed?
“Well, it’s been five years now.” She broke the short silence.
“That’s quite a long time ago,” I said.
Lisa gulped, and suddenly felt very vulnerable, in a bedroom with the girl she had been fantasizing about all this while. She was restless and I could feel it. She couldn’t help but get aroused. She had been staring at my mild nudity covered only with P@ŋtîēṣ and a white towel.
Lisa moved closer, ran her hand up my thigh, and I gasped, looking into her small eyes, she noticed a mischievous glint.
Although I was uncomfortable with her touch, I did nothing to stop Lisa from caressing my thigh and as her hand got closer to my already throbbing p@zzy, I felt my breathing getting heavier with every breath.
She slowly started to kiss me—paying attention to every nook and crevice of my body, exploring me, finding new erogenous zones never before encountered with Cyndy. I was almost cumming before she had even reached my Ɲīpplës. Her kiss wandered from my mouth to my ears and neck then down to my chest and had my body bucking, wanting more.
Her lips just brushing mine. They were so soft and glistened. I couldn’t help look at them. I wanted to dive in and get lost in her shimmering, wet-looking lips. My mind froze and I wasn’t sure what to do. I was lost and captivated by her.
She moved closer to me—my heart began to beat a little faster— my breath shortened. I could tell she wanted me and I wanted her to take me. The dance of anticipation was in full swing, and I was just a willing passenger to where she was going to take me.
“You have very beautiful eyes.” She said as she placed her hand on my leg. I smiled sheepishly to her compliment.
“It’s nice to be with you alone tonight,” she added.
I could feel the blood running through my body. I now wanted her to kiss me, to feel her soft lips on mine. I wanted her to dive in and immerse herself in me. To take me to places I had never been.
Lisa stood up.
“Another drink?” I asked.
I was delighted and disappointed at the same time.
“Yes. Yes please.”
She walked into the kitchen and topped up our glasses. It gave me time to breathe. To think.
“Are we going to do this? Am I the one doing this again? Oh! No.” The thoughts that ran wild in my head.
Liisa returned to the room and handed my wine glass to me. I put it on the table next to me. Lisa took a big swig of hers.
“So where were we?” smiled Lisa. “Ah! Yes, I was about to kiss you.”
Again I froze in fright. My heart almost stopped as she leaned in and kissed my lips. So soft, so tender, her tongue danced inside my mouth and her lips wandered around mine. Her hand cupped my cheek as we went.
She released my face and sat back. Looking straight into my eyes. I was lost, captivated. I was hers
“Are you ok?” she asked? Her voice was soft and tender.
I managed a nod.
She slid off the lounge kneeling between my legs. I sat up. Her lips found mine once again. This time much firmer, but still silky soft. She kissed and our tongues danced to their own beat.
Her hands found my Břě@šťs and softly squeezed then her hand slid up under my towel taking my Břě@šťs out.
Her fingers worked my Ɲīpplës to attention. Softer than Cyndy had ever touched. She made me crave her touch more and more with every passing second. Her kiss found its way to my neck then back to my mouth again.
Lisa stood and started to undo her night wear, button by button. I wanted to jump up and rip it off but I sat still like a good girl.
Once undone she let it fall off revealing her full body. Lisa ripped off my towel and P@ŋtîēṣ—and tossed them on the floor as she laid me back on the sofa.
This only encouraged her more as her free hand wandered down and found my pleasure spot.
Her two fingers ran the length of my already dripping hole, slightly opening me and directly impacting on my bud. She sucked, kissed and played with me until the pleasure was too much and I came strong and loud.
“You haven’t emptied your drink,” said Lisa.
I grabbed the glasses from the table and emptied all in my belly. She smiled and asked if I wanted more.
“No.” I nodded my head sideways. When I checked my phone, it was 2:15 a.m.
She left the room and told me she will be back in a jiffy.
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About ten minutes later, my breathing grew faster and faster and there was a terrible rattling in my throat. I knelt down and held my belly as the discomfort continued.
Just then, Lisa walked in smiling and I couldn’t understand why she would be smiling at my misery.
“My belly, please help me with water,” I pleaded.
“Not only water, I will give you champagne, too.”
I felt my heart throbbing faster and more. It was dawned on me Lisa must have poisoned my drink. She stood there in style with her phone probably filming me as I struggled. Feeling as cold as an arctic wind, I got up and stumbled to a chair.
Cindy came over and said something. Her words were only a murmur in my ears. At first, I couldn’t believe Lisa could be that heartless. I had thought Cyndy was the devil but no, I was wrong.
I wanted to scream, at least to get the attention of her daughter but myself failed me. I found out I was weak to my bone marrow. I looked at Lisa for help. Her face was as white as the bark on a sycamore tree. She opened her mouth to say something but words couldn’t come out. I saw her pick my cloth from the wardrobe and she began to put them on me.
That was Lisa who kissed and suckled my lips an hours ago. What is she up to? I kept thinking as she gradually fixed me in my clothes.
Then, there was someone else at the door. I was feeling awful and couldn’t tell who the person was. She assisted Lisa and very gently, they carried me up in their arms. When I felt a cold breeze on my face, I was certain we were probably out of the room. My instincts was right; we were out of the room and they eventually dumped me inside a car. I was unconscious but I could tell when the engine got ignited and the smell of the engine filled my nostrils. Where could be the next destination?
To be continued…
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