Close, But Not Close Enough

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Natashas eyes widened when she heard Carols question. She couldn't believe it at first, but when she heard her ask it again, Natasha sat back for a second and looked down at the carpet. 'Natasha, she wants to have sex with you. She wants to kiss you. Natasha...what are you going to do?!' Still trying to figure out the words, Natasha watched Carol though her peripheral vision.

Carol bit her lip and knew that she crossed a line. It was just that she hadn't been laid in awhile and she wasn't going to lie, she found Natasha to be more attractive than any other woman she's seen or been with. Picking up her plate, Carol took a bite of her pizza and looked around the room. "It's a nice set up here. You decorated well, it's very chic." Looking around more, she spotted the black cat sitting in a black chair. Lihos hazel eyes caught Carols attention and she patted her lap for Liho to come over. "You got a cat I see. They're good company."

Natasha zoned back in and looked at Carol and then Liho. "Yeah, she followed me home from a walk. I didn't want to be a cat person, but here we are. Her name is Liho. She's super friendly and she loves to cuddle." Natasha watched Liho jump from the chair and run up into her lap, missing Carol completely. "She also prefers her Momma. Sorry." With a soft chuckle, Natasha began to scratch Liho behind her ears. She soon glanced back up at Carol and she gulped softly. 'You've wanted to do this, Natasha. Now she's ready...why are you chickening out?' Natasha moved Liho off her lap and she took a deep breath.

She took a Carols plate away again and then she stood up. To moved her body to straddle Carols lap and when she did, she bit her lower lip. "Tell me what to do." Natasha gasped softly when she felt Carols fingers touch her back under her shit. Was she really ready for this or was she doing this because she wanted to? Natasha couldn't figure it out so she took a deep breath and moved her face closer to Carols.

Carols fingers danced up and down Natashas spine. She was ready to remove her shirt and sweatpants and just make love to the woman, but she knew better than that. Carols free hand grabbed Natashas ass and squeezed it gently. She began to move Natasha on her lap and she saw her close her eyes, unsure if it was enjoyment or if it was because she didn't want to do this. "Nat...do you not want to do this?"

Natasha opened her eyes and she shook her head. "I wanted to Carol. But it feels...it feels wrong. I love Steve and I was foolish for asking you this question back when I was staying with you. I have it good with, Steve and I...Carol I'm sorry." Natasha moved off of Carols lap and sat back in her corner of the couch. "I like you, I really do. I like the thought of having sex with you, but to actually do it, I can't bring myself to do it." Natasha wrapped her arms around herself and she looked down at her beer bottle that had little beads of water dripping off it it. "I think it's best if you leave."

Carol stiffened hearing Natashas words, but she wasn't going to fight her. She stood up and grabbed her plate and beer and walked them out to the kitchen. When she turned into the kitchen, Carol saw the one person she never wanted to see. Sharon. "Na..." Thats when she saw the gun and she placed the pizza and beer on the counter and held her hands up.

Sharon smiles devilishly as she walked closer to Carol. "Too bad she didn't want sex with you, I would have paid to watch that. Now, I want you to sit here and be quiet. I have a request for the little whore and I need to know if she is willing to do it. Make any sounds and I will kill you." Sharon smiled and grabbed Carols face and brought it close to hers. "Don't worry, if she doesn't want to grind against you, I'll gladly do it." Watching fury grow in Carols eyes she chuckled softly and pushed Carol away while she began walking to the living room.

Natasha was still silently sitting waiting for Carol to come back and discuss this with her, but instead she got a whiff of a spice perfume and her eyes darted up to see the woman of her nightmares.

"Sharon."

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