"The Need"

[AngelEyes1994]

The next kiss was a surprise, a shock really; the other young woman pressed up against Angel so firmly that she could feel the rough texture of the abandoned building's cold stone against her back and buttocks. But Angel didn't resist. She began to, reaching up to grasp the cloth of the upper arms of Claire's uniform to push the Corporal away.

But then, the feel of the woman's mouth to her own, the slight pressure of the soldier's tongue at the space between her own lips, caused Angel to open her mouth a bit, tilt her head, and then engage in the passionate encounter with enthusiasm. Her lips parted more, and her hands -- instead of pushing Claire away -- pulled the foreigner tighter to her bosom before then raising to take hold of the woman's head as if fearing she would break the embrace.

Angel very much followed Claire's lead, parting her lips more and more, pressing her tongue forward and letting it dance with that of the other woman's; she didn't realize how erotic it was until she felt not only Claire's thigh pressing into her groin but her own pressing back just as hard.

"Wait, wait!" Angel suddenly found herself begging as she once again began to untangle herself from the other woman's embrace. She forced Claire away from her and dropped her eyes to the pavement between them, unable to look up; despite needed space between their bodies, Angel's hands had returned to clutching at the soldier's uniform sleeves and could not let go as she also realized she didn't want this to end just yet. After a moment, Angel finally looked up and pleaded, "Stop, please. I ... this ... I can't do this."

Angel looked to the street, but just as Claire had earlier, she didn't see any prying eyes with which to be concerned. She looked back to Claire, studying the other woman; she was so beautiful and so passionate and so female; this was so wonderful and so exciting and so wrong. She looked to Claire's lips again, licked her own, laughed nervously, and then gave the woman a playful push away from her.

"I need to go home, Claire," she said barely over a whisper. "I ... I need to go home ... alone. I don't need you to walk me any farther."

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"Good to see you, Doctor," Robert said after calling from his office for Sam to feel free to come through the closed door of his quarters. She could see him finishing some paperwork as he told her unnecessarily, "Come in, please."

She lifted the heavy roasting pan to show that she had indeed brought dinner, and he hurried out to help her. "Wow, that smells good. What is it?"

"It's a local take on my grandmother's beef stew," she told him, adding, "only it isn't beef, it's goat, but strange as that sounds, I actually think it's better than the original. Of course, right now, gramma is looking down from Heaven above and is cursing me to a life of loneliness and cats, but hell, what're ya gonna do, right?"

Robert made her a drink -- a local whiskey on the rocks -- and gestured her to the couch while they waited for the rest of the meal to warm through. As she sat, Sam pulled her dress up her thighs higher to make herself more comfortable; the result was that she showed off a few more inches of the long, athletic legs in their white, semi-sheer stockings. She noted that Robert himself took note and smiled to him with a bit of flirt in the expression.

"One blue, one green," he said when he was close and took a moment to look into her eyes more deeply, "...or is that hazel?"

"Hazel," she said smiling wider, "and thanks for finally noticing."

She laughed, then said apologetically, "Sorry, you couldn't have noticed earlier. I usually wear colored contacts to hide the fact that I have Heterochromia ... differently colored eyes. They aren't contacts, per se. They aren't corrective lenses like my glasses are. They're just colored glass that ... well, I think you get what I mean."

Samantha took her glasses off and leaned in closer to Robert, opening her eyes a bit wider for him to see the differently colored orbs. She playfully blinked them several times, laughed ... and then leaned all the way into him and pressed her mouth to his.

Sam hoped it would become a passionate embrace, but she couldn't know how Robert would take the suddenly advance.

 

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Claire was thoroughly tickled at Angel's acceptance of the surprise kiss. Their lips pressed, their tongues touched, and the soldier's hands wrapped around the local girl's body and pulled them tight against one another. Angel was a natural at this, Claire thought; she didn't realize that the girl was simply a quick study and was mimicking all that Claire herself did, and if she had realized this, Claire wouldn't have cared as the heat rising quickly between them was incredible.

The Corporal reached one hand down to grasp a tight butt cheek, then pressed a thigh into the house keeper's crotch, implying that she wanted this to become more erotic than simply mouths and tongues meeting. But no sooner did Claire feel the other woman returning the pressure down below in very much the same way, Angel was suddenly pushing her away, ending the embrace with, "Wait, wait! ... stop, please. I ... this ... I can't do this."

"I'm sorry," Claire said quickly, despite not being so. She'd enjoyed it, Angel seemed to have enjoyed it, and Claire would have kept the passion going right here, right now until she'd had her face in the teen's crotch, licking her clit to the inevitable explosion of ecstasy if she'd had the chance. But she said again to ensure that the girl knew she meant it, "I'm sorry, Angel. I pushed. I told you that you could trust me, and you can, but ... I pushed and I'm sorry."

"I need to go home, Claire ... I ... I need to go home ... alone. I don't need you to walk me any farther."

"Are you sure, Angel," Claire responded, moving just a hair closer before again backing up. "Just to make sure you get home."

But Angel was determined that they should go their separate ways for now. Claire looked up and down the street, as was her nature, then stepped out of the alcove. As Angel emerged, Claire said in a soft voice, "I hope I didn't do anything wrong."

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In contrast to what was happening in the alley several blocks away, Robert had no issues whatsoever with the good Doctor pressing her mouth to his. He reached for her body with both hands, catching a strong hold of her high on her rib cage and pulled her to him as their mouths engaged in a passionate kiss of two people who knew how to do so.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"I hope I didn't do anything wrong," Claire said about the very intimate -- no, erotic -- nature of the embrace she'd initiated.

"No, no, Claire," Angel said quickly, her tone a bit shy of convincing. "No, you didn't do anything wrong."

The teen blushed yet again, giggling and saying, "Honestly ... I liked it. It's just..."

Angel wanted to say it's just that you're a girl and I'm a girl and...

Well, she didn't know what else she would have added to that. She had nothing wrong with homosexuality, nothing at all. And she had friends were were lesbians; she had a male cousin who was gay, too, but no one knew she knew that, not even the cousin.

No, Angel's problem wasn't that she'd just made out with another girl. Her problem was that she'd made out with anyone at all; this whole intimacy and sex thing was still too much for her. And to make it even more confusing, Angel couldn't help but imagine Major Robert Thomas's lips on hers, his body pressing against her, his thigh between her thighs as the young female Corporal was seducing her just now.

"I have to go," Angel said again, turning and hurrying away. She called back over her shoulder, "I'm not at the palace until three days from now. I just ... I just wanted you to know."

She'd been hurrying, but now she broke into a jog, eager to get home ... to get into the home's only bathroom ... to get her clothes off ... to touch herself while fantasizing about the Nine's CO ... or ... maybe about a young female soldier?

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While Angel was hurrying for home and Claire was heading for the bar popular with Nine members, Doctor Sam was literally crawling into Robert Thomas's lap. She wrapped her arms around his head and pressed her mouth hard to his in an animated, passionate kiss that had her moaning in delight. She pressed one knee between the man's body and the couch back while the other easily found a place outside him on the edge of the couch, and pushing her crotch up into his lap, she rocked herself against him until she found his rapidly swelling cock.

"I want you so bad, Robert," Sam purred between kisses. "I have for so long, since the day I met you ... since the day you saved my life. I need you so bad ... I need you inside me..."

 

[HornyDog2017]

"I need you so bad ... I need you inside me..."

Robert didn't need anymore than that; who would?

Without ceasing the erotic kisses in which their mouths were so hungrily engaged, he grasped Sam's buttocks in his hands and with the strength of a much younger man leaned her back toward the coffee table, gained the needed position and center of gravity, and lifted her straight up from the couch. He turned them directly for the bedroom.

"Uh-oh," he murmured suddenly, stopping mid route. He turned for the kitchen, Sam's ass leading the way. Robert stopped at the stove, and said with a smirk, "Turn off the burners. I think there's enough heat between the two of us already."

Playfully, he leaned her over the appliance, and after she reached out to turn off the over and multiple burners, he turned her again for the bedroom. Inside near the bed, Robert repositioned his hands, looked into her eyes to see if she realized what was coming, and launched her into the air over the bed. She bounced a couple of times on the mattress, and as he smiled wide, Robert began undressing.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Sam laughed with surprise as Robert so simply lifted her up off the couch, as if she was a child. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and forcefully crushed her crotch against his now so obviously erection. At the kitchen, she giggled, warning as she felt the heat of the gas burners, "Don't set me on fire! That's a little more heat than I wanna feel tonight."

She laughed yet again when she sailed through the air and bounced upwards in the middle of Robert's bed. It's metal parts squealed, but the structure held out, which -- she hoped -- that when they got going at it, she didn't have to worry about it falling apart beneath them.

Sam didn't hesitate to begin pulling the zipper of her scrubs quickly downward. The fastener ran down the entire from side, and by the time Robert was shirtless and working his way out of his boots, Sam had pulled the clothing back to reveal herself from neck to crotch; she wore a lacy white, pushup bra through which her swollen pink nipples could be made out with a moment's study; hiding her pussy was a tiny, matching thong that failed to hide the tattoo low on her waist that he would only be able to make out once he was closer; and between those two intimate items was the garter belt which held the elastic straps that in turn held up the white stockings that began with equally lacy frill at the top and ended at the open toes of the modest heels she was still wearing.

"Like?" she asked with a flirty smile as one hand found her bosom to caress and grope a young breast while the other hand slid down over her belly and her groin to eventually begin running fingers up and down over the already visible wet spot. Just in case Robert hadn't noticed it, she announced to him suggestively, "I'm so fucking wet."

 

[HornyDog2017]

(OOC: We have postponed this RP and begun another one together.)