525 - Breathless

by Lorinda Jade

This is my submission for the 525 challenge. It is a condensation of the first chapter of something I wrote long ago, but never published. I think it works well as a micro-story.

She gazed at the ceiling, hardly able to take in the events of the afternoon. My god, she thought to herself, she'd just been romping nearly naked with an 11-year-old girl on her sofa. She couldn't believe what she'd done, but it had been an incredible experience that had left her feeling breathless and yearning for more. Much more. Her heart was still racing when the girl left, just a few short minutes ago, and she lay there savouring her excitement and the eroticism of the moment. She gently ran her fingertips across her nipples and sighed as she remembered the delicious feeling of her young skin against her own.

She had been delirious with excitement after getting her back to her apartment, and had begun to kiss her urgently without either of them uttering a word. The sexual tension was electric. She'd pulled the girl's clothes off without resistance and was delighted as her trembling fingers had helped her with her own. They'd left their panties on, so as to avoid any embarrassment that their complete nakedness might have caused her. She was so sweet. And as cute as fuck. She'd had to go home to avoid being late for dinner, but she'd be back in an hour or so. As soon as she'd eaten.

It was hardly worth getting dressed again, the young woman mused to herself. Maybe she should just lie there as she was, with the front door slightly ajar, so that when the girl returned she would find her, nearly naked and still aroused from their earlier fumblings. Next time, she decided, panties were definitely coming off, and they'd make love, with candles burning and soft music playing in the background. Her heart raced as she thought about her. She now wanted and needed her more she'd ever needed anybody before.

'What sort of a woman am I?' she asked herself rhetorically as she remembered her lying on top of her, with her smooth, flat tummy pressed firmly against her own. And when she'd kissed her she'd ground her hips against her gently, almost surreptitiously, perhaps hoping that she wouldn't notice.

'I wonder if she'll have any hair yet?' she thought. Not that it made much difference, but somehow the thought that he might be completely hairless aroused her more. It made her more of a child, and their encounter somehow would be all the more taboo. She'd find out soon enough. The minutes were ticking by. Her fingertips traced complex lines across her skin as she contemplated the girl's prepubescent body. It would be nice if she was hairless, it added to the erotic perversity of it all. And, she savoured the prospect of her tongue finding smooth, hairless mound; a lovely contrast to the feminine aroma of an adult woman. Such a delicious perverted thought!

The minutes were passing.

Her fingers slipped below the waistband of her panties as she contemplated their next encounter.

She'd be back soon.

Her legs spread wider as her fingers found the hard little bud at the top of her moist groove. She breathed deeply. Was that footsteps on the stairs she wondered?