The Donor

Chapter 12

This chapter is very sexually charged, I’m sorry in advance.

It has been a few weeks since the ‘Harry Potter Marathon’ which had been a success – for Lauren and I. It turned that she’s an even bigger fan of the films than the rest of us are and all night Lauren and I were quoting parts of the films, everyone else getting severely pissed off with it. Emelia had even told her to be quiet at one point.

Since that night, things between Lauren and I had been developing. But the thing is, often development is perceived to be something that is always progressive but it’s not. Development is something changing, and so at times someone or something can develop in a regressive manner. That’s not to say things between Lauren and I are worsening, but it’s not exactly moving on.

I had taken Dinah’s advice of teasing the green-eyed woman and it always worked but not in the developmental way that I had hoped for.

One night that Lauren had stayed over, I purposely increased the air-conditioning in my bedroom to distract her from her normally responsible behaviour. When we got into bed that night and she moved to cuddle me like we always did, she had quickly taken notice of my hardened nipples from the cold air. It didn’t take long for the older woman to latch her mouth onto each of the nubs, her warm breath making me ache before her lips slowly travelled down my body. Nothing more had happened other than her usual gentle yet gratifying exploration with her tongue and fingers.

I continued the teasing when we were both in public. For one shopping trip specifically, Lauren unintentionally put me on edge during our journey to the mall that throughout the day, I did everything I could to provoke a similar flustered state in the woman. Throughout the entire drive Lauren had a firm hand on my leg, her fingers offering a gentle squeeze to my inner thigh occasionally. It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did but she knew I was especially sensitive if her movements were rough.

For payback, I couldn’t tease her with lingering and passionate kisses like I had wanted to and knew she would fall victim for because Emelia was with us and we’ve yet to show too much affection around her. Instead, my gestures had to be more subtle.

When we were squashed into an elevator, I did the obvious. I ensured I was standing partially in front of her so I could keep pressure on her groin with my backside. When some more people had entered the lift, it gave me the perfect excuse to completely press my body against hers. Lauren’s hand moving up to hold onto my waist, mine falling onto her leg in an attempt to keep my balance, her breath hitching when I squeezed her upper thigh and press more firmly into her. Other than avoiding eye-contact with me while in the elevator, Lauren had made no attempt to acknowledge what had happened. If it wasn’t for her reddened cheeks and the subtle rearranging of the front of trousers, I wouldn’t have known she had even realised.

Later on that day we had gone to a clothes store and Emelia had encouraged me to try what I wanted on. She knows I’m the type of person who will never try things on in the store, I get home, it doesn’t fit, and I have to go back and return it. Emelia didn’t want to come back to return anything, so she ordered me to the fitting rooms. I had just finished trying on a pair of jeans and I still had on a blouse that I wasn’t sure about. Looking in the mirror and for once, I actually felt great. The blouse was quite see-through and revealed the lace underwear I had worn underneath.

Obviously, I had called in Lauren to see what she thought.

I had asked Lauren if she could peek in the changing room to see if she thought the blouse was too see-through (which I already knew it was.) She had peeked her head through the curtain and I had to tried to pose a little bit for her, the slightly unbuttoned blouse revealed my black bra while I shaped my nude legs so I was flashing her the underwear there too. It took Lauren a little while before she made eye-contact with me as her gaze was fixed on my body, approving of my laced underwear and the revealing blouse. She had only muttered a small yes to inform me that it was too see-through but made no attempt to leave. Eventually only leaving because I shooed her out, telling her to watch over our daughter who was wandering around the fitting room and playing with the hangers.