THIS IS A LITTLE OF WHAT WENT ON LAST WEEK…
Mary's eyes followed a soaked Oksana as she passed through the kitchen. The sexy body was in full display under the soaked clothes, the nipples very visibly hard. Oh, I want me some of that. Mary's nipples contracted in sympathy and she felt her breath catch at their brief eye contact. She remained frozen, staring after her, until Yuliya cleared her throat from across the table. Mary had forgotten all about her
"You should not get any ideas," Yuliya warned, her eyes stern. "Those days are over for Oksana."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Yuliya lifted her eyebrows at Mary, her expression saying: Give me a break. "You just consider yourself warned." She said, returning to her work over the stove.
And this week…
Oksana's breathing hitched, and she wrapped her arms tight around the curvy body pressed to her own. She grasped thick buttocks and pressed her hips up hard against the other woman's. "Hmm," She groaned thickly against attacking lips. "Hmm, Kat."
"What?" A slightly offended voice exclaimed.
Oksana snapped fully awake. So this isn't a dream. In the dark, she couldn't see who was currently sharing her bed, but she had a very good idea of who it could be. "Mary," She said guardedly. What she had thought was an awesome wet dream of Kat was very quickly becoming a nightmare.
"Damn right it is." Mary confirmed, feeling for the bedside lamp and snapping on the light.
Oksana swallowed hard at the sight that greeted her. Mary looked very sexy with her brown hair loose from its usual ponytail and framing her face; her lipstick was smudged all over her lips and her cleavage was very visible at the lapel of her robe. "Oh God!" She gasped, her mouth watering.
Mary grinned lecherously, lifting herself up and straddling Oksana's waist, pressing her hips down.
The feel of wet heat against her abdomen sent an explosion of heat through Oksana's veins and directly down to her groin; she stiffened, panicking. Nervous sweat broke out on her forehead, and her trembling hands grasped the bed sheets tightly. She could feel her clitoris swell between her thighs, wetness gushing out to coat her inner thighs.
Mary began undulating her hips against hers, taking in the effects of her actions. Even as scared as Oksana was, Mary found her very sexy, and she couldn't wait for the other woman to take her. She moaned softly, enjoying the effects of her motions on herself.
Oksana eyes rolled slightly at the sounds Mary was making, and the feel of the smooth wetness against her abdomen was driving her crazy. "Stop," She whispered hoarsely, not daring to let go of the bed sheets. She could feel the desire trying to fight its way free. The urge had always been there, and she had never fought it before. Now that so much was at stake, though, she had to try.
She knew that staying away from women all together would help her cope, and she'd been so busy during the last couple of months that it had been easy to stay way from the temptation. Kat had made it even easier for Oksana by making herself scarce whenever Oksana was in the vicinity; their meeting in the pool today had been a fluke. And while Oksana was fully aware of the attraction between herself and Mary, she had never expected the woman to just jump into her bed and fondle her in her sleep. If her situation had been different, she would not have minded.
Mary, in the meantime, was baffled by Oksana's reticence. She wondered why Oksana wasn't already on her way to taking what Mary was so willingly offering. I can see she wants to. "Come on, I know you want it." She whispered persuasively, moving her hands in a long caress up and down Oksana's gorgeous torso. She watched Oksana's eyes close tightly and felt an almost violent shiver shake the woman beneath her.
Oksana could feel herself already close to the edge; Mary wouldn't have to touch her much before she came. She was ready to give in, to forget the last two months as if they had never happened. She wanted to come, to experience an orgasm not of her own making. "I can't!" She whispered, despite what her body was telling her, and Mary. Not after all this time!
Oksana had never thought of herself as a sex addict, but what she was feeling right now had to be the effects of an addiction. It shouldn't be so hard to say no! She mentally despaired. If I do it, I lose everything. She groaned deep in her throat, her back arching tightly at the feel of Mary's warm mouth suckling hard on her nipple. She released the sheets, snapping her hands up to grab at Mary's hair, pulling the lips away from her body.
Mary sputtered indignantly as Oksana pushed her off the bed, urging her towards the door. She pushed the blonde away, fixing her robe shakily. "I know you want me. I can see it," She said, her eyes raving every inch of flesh of the front of Oksana's body. She lunged, slinging her arms around Oksana's neck and pulling her down into a deep kiss.
Oksana got lost in the kiss, her tongue dueling with Mary's for a long moment before she came back to her senses. She groaned as she pushed the other woman away. Feeling the loss of physical contact down to her toes, she rushed to the door and yanked it open. "If you don't leave right now, I'm going directly to my grandfather's room." She rasped, not meeting the other woman's eyes as she licked her lips.
Pissed off now, Mary stared at the other woman for a long moment, the skin around her eyes tightening. "I can't believe you turned me down," She spat bitterly, running her hands through her hair in an attempt to tame it. "The infamous Oksana Ivanov, who'd jump into bed with anyone, the 'slut of Sanford.'"
Oksana grimaced at the words, swallowing hard. She'd heard them before, but she never cared about what people thought. She was dismayed to realize that the words stung now. "Just go," She said through clenched teeth. "Please."
Mary paused at the door, her eyes expressing disgust now as she looked up at Oksana's face. "This is the only chance you'll ever get." She warned, and walked away.
Oksana didn't respond, keeping her face turned away. She sighed in relief after closing the door, making sure to lock it. She leaned back against the door for a long time, regaining her equilibrium. "The Slut of Sanford," She repeated slowly, her eyes filling with tears. "Can't blame them for thinking that way about me, I guess." Shaking her head sadly, she walked to her bed, sitting down. She knew she wouldn't sleep any more tonight.