YOUR DAISY

Chapter 11

this is still a little shorter than the others, but from now on the chapters will be longer! thank you all so much for reading and commenting, I can't wait to show you what happens next!

The hand touching her breast felt like the ghost of a burning passion, as the other trailed up her arm and found its way between her long blonde tresses, tugging it gently. Her back against the wall, she felt her own hands slide against the silky fabric of the other girl's grey kirtle. Karlie was kissing her sloppily, having no experience behind her, but Taylor felt like she was on cloud nine. The slight pressure of her body against hers was heaven and the blonde found herself wanting more out of this. An almost inaudible sound that resembled a moan mixed with a gasp escaped from her mouth, Karlie silencing it with her thin lips.

The storage room was dark and silent, apart from the slight moonlight filtering through the small window and the sound of their lips rhythmically colliding. Taylor's hands fiddled with the buttons of Karlie's kirtle, as the other girl slipped a hand past her own waistline, her fingers grazing slightly the skin below her hips. Taylor shuddered, her body involuntarily rocking against the other girl's. Karlie groaned, gripping her thigh possessively as her mouth found its way onto her sensitive neck. Her other hand ungracefully opened the blonde's wool chemise, exposing the skin below her collarbones. Taylor heard herself moan, a sound that's never emitted in her entire life, but before she could dwell on it, her friend's mouth latched on her nipple, an unknown sensation slicing her body in half. The blonde fruitlessly grabbed the wall above her head, biting her bottom lip so as to not make any loud noise as her free hand tugged Karlie's hair.

And then, unexpectedly, a crippling pleasure scratched her, Karlie's nimble fingers touching her between her legs. Taylor moaned, unable to contain herself as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, the brunette's other hand kneading her chest. It was too much for her body; Karlie's mouth and hand on her breast, the other in between—

Taylor suddenly woke up, the images vividly flashing at the forefront of her mind. She still felt the weight of the brunette's body against hers, her hands touching her skin and her mouth kissing her chest. The blonde scratched her forehead, her digits going through her messy hair as she realized that it had been just a dream. A very specific and way too inappropriate dream.

"God, why are you doing this to me?" she muttered to herself. She rubbed her eyes, now realizing just how fast her heart was beating and how uncomfortable the place between her legs actually felt. She sat on the bed, the lower part of her body still covered by the ivory sheets. Although outside it was probably freezing, here she felt like she was burning in Hell. After what Karlie and I did both in real life and in my dream, I think I deserve it. She revealed her ocean blue eyes, glancing down at the hands on top of her lap. She didn't dare close her eyelids again, because that would mean she would have to face the images of Karlie coming from her dream.

However, she felt the need to fix the problem that was currently bothering her, and suddenly, as if there was another force within her body, she gingerly moved her hands below the blankets and towards her waistline. She raised the lower part of her kirtle over her hips and looked down at her own body. She's never done something like this, but she didn't have time to feel embarrassed nor disgusted with herself, as her fingers subtly slipped past her undergarment and touched the place that Karlie had stroked in her dream.

Taylor gasped, her digits brushing against a wet surface. The blonde closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wooden headboard. Although the sensation wasn't the same as to what she had felt in her dream, it was just as exhilarating and pleasurable. She started moving her fingers against her own anatomy, her chest heaving slightly and her breath labored. Taylor gripped her bed, imagining it was Karlie's fingers rather than hers, and that thought alone was enough to make her tremble with sinful pleasure. The blonde quietly moaned and slightly arched her back, her digits stilling between her legs. She heard the faint sound of a bell ringing in the distance, the shrilling noise bringing her back to earth as she lazily opened her eyes. Taylor pulled her hand out from beneath the sheets and rubbed it against the blanket so as to get rid of the uncomfortable stickiness. She felt her cheeks redden as a sheen line of sweat marked her forehead, her heart still beating abnormally fast. Knowing she had to go to the lessons and that the nuns would be suspicious if she'd be late, she fixed her kirtle and got out of bed.