Black Influence (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 1: The Naughty Woman

"Deeper," Rebecca pleaded with the older, dark-skinned woman.

The other woman, Blake responded by thrusting her finger inside Rebecca, who moaned in pleasure. Rebecca arched her back against her lover's body.

"Oh my God," soft moans escaped from Rebecca's lips. "It feels so good!"

A playful smile graced Blake's lips as she quickened her pace, causing Rebecca to moan louder, her breath quickening.

"Ah! Blake!!" Rebecca's body quivered as she reached the peak of ecstasy.

Blake studied Rebecca's half-lidded eyes, noticing her heavy breaths and glistening skin. Eventually, it was Rebecca who rolled away from Blake, her legs still trembling, and she made her way to the window.

She opened it, revealing rolling hills of green grass stretching for miles beyond the city's hustle and bustle. Rebecca lit a cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke.

Blake raised an eyebrow. "How come you only smoke after sex?"

Rebecca pondered for a moment, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Honestly, I don't know. It's just a post-sex ritual, I guess. Kind of weird now that I think about it."

Blake chuckled softly. "There's always something about you I can't quite figure out."

She glanced at the clock, which read 3:48.

"It's almost 4 o'clock; I need to get back to work." Blake slipped out of bed, heading towards the bathroom for a shower. But Rebecca had other ideas.

"Can I join you?" Rebecca purred, wrapping her arms around Blake from behind. "I'll scrub your back, and who knows what else..." She then kissed on her lover's bare shoulder.

Blake sighed and gently removed Rebecca's arms, then hurried into the shower, leaving Rebecca standing there.

Rebecca watched her go, a sense of heartbreak washing over her. 'What happened? Why did she leave so abruptly? Is she getting tired of me?'

Tears welled up in Rebecca's tanned cheeks as she sank onto the bed, burying her head in her arms.

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As Blake emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her black business attire for her overnight shift at the steel company, she glanced around, hoping to say goodbye to Rebecca, but she was nowhere to be found.

Checking her watch, Blake muttered to herself, "Late again." She hurriedly left her house, jumped into her car, and drives off toward London.

Hours later, back in Blake's room, Rebecca stumbled out of the walk-in closet, still groggy from sleep. She rubbed her eyes, realizing Blake was absent, and decided to get on with her day.

The day started off rainy.
Rebecca woke up from a deep sleep and rolled over to see the clock in 10:16 AM. Rebecca rose up and rubbed her eyes, noticed that Blake still wasn't there because that side of the bed remained empty as it is earlier. She rubs her eyes while she proceed to the shower and headed downstairs to continue her usual day.

She sipped her freshly brewed coffee while watching the TV, with the faint noise of the rain outside.

"It looks like the rain should stop my mid-noon time," the weatherman announces from the TV, "Then the sun should dash all the rain away by tomorrow."