Lustful Secrets (a lesbian affair)

Controlling my Hormones

As I stand there frozen in time, I look down at my feet. They aren't moving. I close my eyes in concentration, talking to myself in my head, "OK...left foot, right foot." But still, nothing. As I open my eyes, I find Ms. Sanchez standing, staring me down. 'How could i have not heard her shift from off of my desk? Was I concentrating that hard?' My gaze suddenly fixates on her body. Black slacks, hugging every inch of her curvaceous hips and thighs. Her two-buttoned blazer accented her small waist, and the deep v-neck neckline did nothing but draw eyes to her full breasts. This is why I've been avoiding her; I cant resist her. But why wont my feet move towards her?

She steps closer, and as if it was instinct, I place my hand up to stop her. She looks at me in confusion. "Its a reason why I've ignored your texts and haven't returned your calls," I manage to utter in a nearly silent tone. "Oh?" she asks shockingly. "Bonita, we cant continue on with this. I have a serious relationship with Gavin, and you know that!" I turn my head quickly to make sure the door was completely closed. Stepping closer, which automatically forces me backwards, she puts her head down and chuckles. "First of all, when did you start calling me Bonita? Even when we first met, you've always called my by Bee or Bonnie, no matter how much i hated that one." She rolls her eyes in light humor, "Secondly, you know we cant stop this. You told me you were leaving him, that we would work on a solid relationship, and not to mention," she slides the back of her fingers from the base of my neck to my shoulder, then to my arm, "he doesn't know your body like I do." I close my eyes as my body shutters from her touch. "But Bee...baby. Stop... I can--," her finger presses against my lips and I follow her command. Silence. Only she can have control over me like this.

Feeling her lips graze the top of my shoulder, my head tilts in the opposite direction, providing open access. 100 percent approval of whatever she wants to do to me. Her hand inches up my thigh as she applies pressure when passing the face of my vagina. My breathing gets heavier and heavier, as I feel her wet kisses along my neck and on the top of my breast. "You want it, baby?" I know she is teasing me, so I refuse to answer. A loud groan escapes my lips when I feel her hike my skirt up and rub my clit from the outside of my panties. "You heard me. Do you want it?" I open my eyes to meet her gaze. Her green, almond shaped eyes seem to hypnotize me, and before I know it, "Yes, baby! Give it to me! Please!" I beg.