"Forbidden" (An "Underneath: 2048" 1x1)

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I agree…

Those two words, coupled with Clara’s hand on hers, were all that Emmaline needed to hear. She captured Clara’s lips in a heated kiss, her tongue sweeping over her friend’s lower lip before capturing that lip between her teeth. She bit gently as her fingers delved between Clara’s legs. Her index finger found the hard, pulsing button and she pressed against it, rubbing Clara’s clit in quick circles.

Emmie’s lips moved down Clara’s neck and, again, she kissed each breast. Her tongue flicked against the hard nipple of Clara’s left breast. Emmie’s lips wrapped around her friend’s nipple, suckling hungrily. She moved from breast to breast, each one receiving the same attention: a flick of the nipple before Emmaline devoured it hungrily.

Between Clara’s legs, Emmie’s fingers worked her friend’s clit. Her fingers easing further between Clara’s legs, tracing the wet lips of her outer labia before delving further. She could feel Clara’s need, the wetness of her arousal growing as Emmie slipped one finger inside her slowly. The velvet walls of Clara’s sex were tight around Emmie’s finger.

“Is this ok?” Emmie breathed as she wiggled her finger, massaging Clara’s sex from the inside. She bit Clara’s right nipple softly. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

 

[Alice2015]

Clara was quickly overwhelmed by what her best friend was doing to her. The lips and even the teeth at her nipples, the finger circling atop and around her sensitive button, another slipping in between her sopping wet lips then pushing slightly inside her tightly clamped, never before penetrate gateway.

“Is this ok?” Emmie asked as her finger delved deeper into her friend's canal, finding incredible resistance yet not being stopped by either Clara's conscious or unconscious choosing.

Clara didn't know how to answer, because she had no idea what the two of them were supposed to be doing with one another. Actually, they shouldn't have been doing anything with one another at all! While she was yearning for Emmie to just do what ever she herself thought was right for them, Clara couldn't help but imagine the heart seizure her mother would suffer if she'd walked into her daughter's room to discover her having sex with a female friend, even her best female friend, Emmaline.

But her mother wasn't here and never would be. This was Clara's life, to do with as she pleased. And what pleased her right now was Emmie.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

Clara parted her lips to speak, but nothing came out. There were no words in her mind. And even if there had been, the excitement and joy and pleasure taking place here now were too much for her to formulate those words with her mouth. She did manage to shrug her shoulders though...

And then, without truly even realizing what she was doing, Clara begin to to urge her best friend downward with hands softly pressing upon her shoulders.

 

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From the small cries of pleasure to the hands on her shoulders pushing Emmie down to her knees, it was clear that Clara was enjoying the attentions being paid to her body. Emmie had surprised herself when she pulled Clara into the shower, the shock increasing as she began to touch and tease her best friend. But something felt so right about it. The touching, the kissing, it felt…natural.

Emmie allowed Clara to push her to her knees. She wanted this as much as Clara did.

With her eyes locked on her best friend’s, Emmaline leaned in and pressed a soft, loving kiss just above the patch of curls. With her finger pressing deeper into Clara’s slick sex, buried to the second knuckle, Emmie kissed each of Clara’s thighs. Her lips moved around her friend’s thighs and just above her sex, but not once did she let her mouth venture to the hidden part between Clara’s legs. Only her finger, easing into a gentle fucking rhythm, touched there.

Emmie’s right hand cupped Clara’s ass, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she, finally, leaned in and flicked her tongue over Clara’s clit.

She’d never been with another woman, had never even thought about it outside of dirty talk with Jake. But with Clara right then, Emmie wondered why she had waited for so long.

Emmie moved on instinct, her tongue circling Clara’s clit as her finger moved steadily in and out of her friend’s pussy. She nipped gently at the pulsing button, her teeth running over the sensitive nub. Her eyes never once leaving Clara’s.

“I want you to cum for me.” She whispered, increasing the speed of her finger as she fucked Clara. The other girl’s sex was slick with need. Emmie’s finger sliding in and out easily.

Emmie had always found pleasure in giving Jake pleasure. So, it seemed only natural that pleasuring Clara would do the same. Her clit ached with the need to be touched and her pulse beat rapidly. She squeezed her legs together, trying to alleviate the pressure building inside her.

“Please, Clara, I need you to cum.”

 

[Alice2015]

Clara couldn't believe this was happening, that she was doing this with her best friend, or that she was doing it at all! How long had she seen and heard and heard of her girl friends and their lovers and the dirty things they did while naked, only to be alone, in and out of bed, with no one to touch and please her except for her own fingers. And even they had failed her all these years as Clara had never been able to drive herself to orgasm.

She honestly believed that orgasm was a fallacy, a lie. It was something the other girls and the magazines and the movies said was real to entice people to have more sex. Sex and everything that resulted from it, Clara believed, stimulated the economy because love and lust costed money and merchants, pre- and post-Collapse could see more stuff to people who were getting fucked!

Clara had already been crying softly at the feel of Emmie's thumb upon her clitoris as a finger delved in and out of her slowly loosening muscles. But then the kneeling girl's tongue lashed gently over her lust button, and Clara moaned out loud, "Oh! Oh, God, Emmie."

“I want you to cum for me.”

There was that word again, that fantasy word, that word Clara believed was as tangible as a unicorn or a fairy.

“Please, Clara, I need you to cum.”

Emmie said it so casually, as though it were a real and true possibility. Emmie should know, though, shouldn't she? She'd been having sex with Jake for longer than Clara probably actually knew, and so many times she whispered in the night during sleepovers about how the older boy had driven her to the greatest of orgasms earlier that day or in the nights before.

Would Emmie had lied to me? Clara wondered as the continued lashing of the tongue over her sensitive flesh continued. Believe it or not, Clara had always hoped her friend was lying, trying to make her relationship with the cock seem more than it was. If that had been so, maybe Emmie would have shunned Jake and spent more time with Clara. Maybe what was happening only now would have taken places weeks, months, or even years ago back in Clara or Emmie's bed in North Platte.

The pleasure building within Clara was building, and her knees were starting to buckle. She reached her hands out to slap them flat against concrete to one side and a metal to the other, but still she didn't think she could stay upright. She dropped one hand to the back of Emmie's head and held her in place as she slide down to sit on the little bench in the shower stall's dressing/drying space.

"Don't stop," she begged, repeating with more emphasis each time, "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop!"

Suddenly, a female voice beyond the pulled draped called out, "What the fuck?"

Clara's heart leaped within her chest and her eyes opened wide, looking to the drape. She saw a body pass by, accompanied by a laugh and an assumption, "Why can't you fuckers do that in the Men's Hygiene room?"

"Don't stop," Clara whispered without hesitation, pulling her friend's face harder into her groin, then louder and again eliciting a laugh from out in in the sink area, "Oh please, oh please, oh please. Don't stop!"

She slapped a hand to the concrete again as her back arched, and her head began to fall back. Clara was feeling something she'd never experienced at her own touch, not even close. And she began to think that maybe, just maybe, this think called orgasm was real after all...!

And then suddenly the shower stall's privacy curtain was ripped aside, and when she looked to the opening with wide open eyes and mouth Clara found Alice Pierce staring at the two teens with a very disturbed and very disappointed expression on her face. Clara scrambled to get Emmie out from between her knees, grasping for any piece of clothing or towel she could find to cover her nude, womanly parts.

Beyond the opening, Alice pulled the curtain back to conceal the two, then ordered the woman at the sink who was trying but failing not to laugh, "Get the fuck out of here, now!"

A moment later, Alice ordered with a firm but calm tone, "Both of you, get dressed. I want to see you in my office. Five minutes. Five! Not six, not seven. If you aren't both standing in my office in five minutes, Bryan will be escorting you topside with a backpack of food and a flashlight and my wishes for a safe life."

And with that, she departed.