Passion desire Lust

Story 7 Faith

I never thought I would be lying on a sunbed in a tropical paradise watching my love come out of the turquoise water. Her body is the color of chocolate milk and she is only wearing a bikini bottom. Her boobs are firm and set high on her chest with dark brown nipples. She stops and grabs her long dark hair and then squeezes out the water on the sand. When she sees me she waves and runs the last bit to where I am lying.

“You should come in, it’s delicious.”

I smile at her and reach for her hand. “Sit down Annabelle”

When she does I pull her down over me and kiss her full lips. I can taste the salt from the water and a little bit of coconut oil from her sun lotion. The kiss is gentle at first but becomes harder and deeper. My hand moves up along her midriff until I have her boob in my hand. Her nipple hardens and a sigh escapes her. Then she pushes herself up using her hands against the sunbed.

“What?” I say.

She gives me a crooked smile and puts a warm finger on my lips. “You have to wait, my darling”

“What for?”

She leans down and lets her lips brush against mine. “Faith, you are such a horny girl, aren’t you?”

I grin at her. “You made me this horny.”

Annabelle gets up and grabs the towel from the sunbed next to mine. She dries off the little water that is left on her sleek body and then puts on a pair of black shorts and a thin white blouse.

I met Annabelle three weeks ago, in the hotel I was staying at with my grandparents. She was working in room service, and one thing led to another and here we were, together, and in love. I had never thought the curiosity of wanting to be with another woman would have brought me to this place.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I moaned into the phone while rubbing my clit.

I had just heard my boyfriend Brad come a couple of minutes earlier and now it was my turn. Phone sex wasn’t our usual thing, but since he lived fifty miles from me and had broken his foot we had to do with our hands and phones.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“I miss you so much,” I said.

“I bet you miss my cock more.”

I giggled. “Yes, I do.”

There was a knock on my door. “Got to go, baby. I will call you later tonight”

Brad made kissing noises and then hung up. I pulled up my white panties and found my skirt on the floor where I had dropped it. After brushing my tousled hair and putting on a blouse I went downstairs.

I found my parents and my grandparents in the living room having coffee. There was a large plate with cookies and a chocolate cake had been cut into slices.

“Hi,” I said.

“Faith, you get prettier for every day,” my grandmother said.

“Come, sit down, we have wonderful news for you,” my grandfather said.

“Are you feeling OK, honey? You look a bit flushed?” asked my mother when I sat down next to her on the sofa.

“I’m fine.”

Grandfather Bob cleared his throat. “How would you feel about going to Paris for a week?”

“Paris? I would love to, but why?”

Bob patted my grandmother’s hand. “Margaret won a trip to Paris and we wanted to invite you to come along.”

Paris, France, I thought. I had never been outside the state where we lived, and here was an opportunity to go to Europe. Then I felt bad, thinking about Brad, but at the same time I knew he couldn’t get out and since I didn’t have a car we would hardly see each other until his foot healed.

“Sign me up, when are we leaving?”

Margaret gave me some papers and said, “this is the timetable, we are leaving the day after tomorrow, that is Sunday. We will be back late the following Sunday.”

“Shit!”

“Faith, language.”

“Sorry Dad, it’s just that I only have today and tomorrow to get ready. I have to buy clothes and pack and get ready.”

“What are you doing still sitting there? Get a move on,” Bob said.

I ran back to my room and called Brad. When I told him that I was going to Paris, he first sounded sad, but when I told him it was only for a week he cheered up and told me to have fun. Then I called my best friend Cindy, and she, as usual, had only men in mind.

“God, imagine, you meeting you some hot French man. I wonder if they fuck as well as the rumors have it.”

“C’mon, you know I love Brad.”

“So? You are in France, that’s in Europe. If you would try some French cock, Brad would never find out.”

She did have a point, but French cocks were not my reason for going. I just wanted to see something else than Minnesota.

Later, after my grandparents had gone my mother drove me to the mall and we went shopping. It was February so Paris would be cold. I bought some new jeans, sweaters and a thick coat. When my mom went into a book store I entered a lingerie boutique. I only had a few minutes, so I grabbed some sexy thongs in black and white, and matching bras. When I was paying for them, I realized I didn’t even know why I needed them. I was going on a trip with my grandparents, but something inside me told me to buy them, so I did. While the woman working in the boutique put my purchase in a bag two women around my age entered. They were both blonde and one was taller than the other. They wore miniskirts and since their jackets were open I could see that the taller one had large boobs that bounced as she walked past me. I swallowed and looked away. I had promised myself not to think about those things. They were dirty, and not something my parents would like.

When I was done, I walked back to the bookstore and had to wait ten minutes before my mother came out. While leaning against the wall the two blonds came out and walked toward me. I looked away but could see their reflection in the display window next to me. I closed my eyes and waited until I was sure they had walked past me. Then I opened them and sighed.

It had happened the previous summer. My parents and I had gone to visit my cousins and my uncle. They lived in a small town about seven hours drive from us. My cousins are three years younger than I and I don’t really get along with them. One day we were by the lake and while they were goofing around in the water I lay reading. Suddenly there was a shadow over me and when I looked up a saw a girl around my age standing next to me. She had dark hair and clear blue eyes.

“Hi, are you Steve’s and Jake’s cousin?”

“Yeah.”

“Hi, I’m Brittney. We are in the same class.”

I sat up and put my book away. “Are they assholes in school too?”

Brittney giggled. “Yeah, they are. How long are you here for?”

“Only a week.”

“Do you mind if I put my things here?”

“No, of course not.”

Having some female company would be nice I thought. I went back to my book, but when Brittney stood and pulled down her jean shorts, reviling a perfectly round ass my mouth dropped open. She was wearing a G-string bikini bottom and a minimal top. When she lay down on her back the little piece of cloth that covered her pussy rode into her slit and I had to look away. I felt embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable. What I didn’t know was that Brittany liked girls. I realized that a few hours later when she asked if she could help me with the sun location. I thanked her and turned my back to her. First, everything was fine, but suddenly her hands came around my sides and grabbed my boobs. At that exact moment, Steve and Jake decided to come out of the water. Steve saw us first and hollered. “Look, Faith is being felt up by Brittney, oh my god, they are going to have sex right now.”

Brittney leaned closer, still holding on to my boobs. “Too bad, I was looking forward to us having some fun.”

I just sat there while she got up and grabbed her things. By the time my cousins had arrived, she was long gone.

“Wow, Faith, I had no idea you liked pussy.”

“Shut up, Steve.”

“Pussy licker, pussy licker,” chanted Jake.

I decided it was time to leave and got my things together. Later that day my assholes for cousins told their parents and mine what had happened. My father is religious and was very upset. I had to explain over and over again that it had been Brittney who had come on to me. In the end, I managed to make them believe me and before I went to bed, my father told me that if he ever found out that I had been with a woman, he would renounce me as his daughter.

That night, lying alone in bed, I could still feel Brittany’s hands on my tits. The little time they had been there her fingers had found my nipples and slowly squeezed them. As I thought back to the way it had made me feel, I realized I had liked it.

Ever since that day I have checked out other girls. I have never done anything about it, just looking and fantasizing. I love Brad, and I love his cock, but something inside me told me that I had to try to be with another woman, the question was, when and where?