I Don't Belong To You

Chapter 6

She is perched up in the center of Freen's bed with her back against the headboard.

Freen had given her strict instructions the moment they had walked through the door.

" Everything off except…" she boldly reaches her hand into Becky's tight jeans, playing with the hem of her boxers. "Leave these on. And then take a seat."

Her throat has been dry in anticipation ever since.

"You left this here at some point," she says, emerging a few minutes later from her closet with a thin red nightie on and Becky's thin black tie loosely tied around her neck. "And I've been saving it for a rainy day ever since."

Seeing Freen in next to nothing and her tie has her hardening in no time.

"But there isn't a cloud in the sky tonight," Becky smirks over at her from the bed.

"Well, let's say this is for good behavior then." She climbs up the on the bed and kisses Freen's toned calves.

"I can't say enough," she moves up to her knees and runs her hands up and down her smooth legs, planting more kissing along the way, "how happy I was," her fingers ghost over her waistband "to have you with me tonight."

She is nearly shaking with anticipation at this point. The sight of Freen crawling up towards her in a sexy negligee is the hottest fucking scene.

She can't control her growing erection, nor does she try. In fact, she moves her hand forward to rub herself through her underwear, but Freen's hand immediately slaps it away, almost hard enough to hurt.

And it just makes her even harder.

"Uh uh. No touching." Freen runs her hands over her clothed dick, squeezing firmly which causes her to jut her hips up to feel more of the sensation.

"Shiiit. Freen. You are so fucking sexy."

Freen's smile grows and she leans forward to place a kiss on her lips.

She absolutely loves kissing Freen.

Ever since that first time, she hasn't been able to get enough. Her kisses are always the perfect mix between sweet and sexy. It's so obvious when Freen kisses her that she wants her and surprisingly she doesn't feel that with other women. Sure, girls kiss her like they're down to fuck but Freen kisses her like she could do it forever, and as overwhelming as it is, she always craves more of those kinds of kisses.

As Freen pulls away a little, taking Becky's bottom lip with her, she loosens the tie around her neck and wraps it around Becky's neck instead.

"Close your eyes for me," Freen whispers authoritatively against her lips.

A small part of her, the part of her that is 13 and scared and running again, screams not to trust her. But the part of her that has been sleeping with Freen for months, the rational part of her that says Freen would never hurt her, wins out and she almost immediately complies.

But then she feels something slips over her eyes and when they shoot open, she is still met with mostly darkness.

Her breathing quickens.