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~*~~*~~Chapter Eleven~~*~~*~~*~

"Come on," Accela panted as she hastily latched the door to her apartment. "Let's go, no time to waste!"

"No kidding," Celica said, already down to her underwear and kicking her platforms into the corner. "I'm rarin' to go, believe me!"

"Good," Accela giggled as she turned and reached down for her own shoes.

"Wait, stop."

"Huh?" Celica slunk over to her and began unbuttoning her cardigan at a snail's pace. "Aw, what is this? Hurry up, we don't have all night!"

"Ohh, yes we do," she said seductively as she slid her hands up over heaving bosoms and into Accela's armpits. "We have ALLLL night. You have no idea how badly I've longed for the pleasure of... stripping you..."

"N-no," Accela panted, unbelievably more turned on than she had been a second earlier. "D-don't tease! Oooh, you can't do this to me, I'll go crazy before you get to my underwear!"

"That's the idea." Celica planted light kisses on her neck as she slid the cardigan down her arms, then reached back and unzipped the dress to the waist. "You taste so delicious here..."

"Ah! No more, I can't stand it - just get it over with!"

Celica snickered as she slid the spaghetti straps down past shoulders. "No. I plan on savoring this. After a month, I'm not wasting one second by rushing things."

"HAH," Accela panted obscenely as her dress was pulled downward, revealing that she'd neglected a bra this evening. "Oh my God, my- don't look, please?"

"Mnh," Celica moaned as she enveloped one peak with her mouth, prompting such a piercing shriek that she flinched - and bit down, prompting a second one. "You are a screamer, aren't you? This is gonna be a blast."

"You're so evil," Accela bleated as her dress finally hit the floor. Ten fingers traced thin lines along her legs as Celica bent to the floor, then grasped the dress.

"Step." She obeyed, and got rid of the clothing. Then she laid hands on one shoe, and Accela planted a single steadying hand on Celica's head as she lifted the leg so it could be removed - but before she could put it back down, Celica grasped it and kissed the sole.

"Ah, no! Not my f-feet, I'm ticklish!"

The grin sprang to Celica's face unbidden. "Then why do I hear you moaning instead of laughing?" They both smiled at each other before Celica reached for the other shoe and took it off, tossing the pair into the same corner as her own. This time, when she caught the foot, she stuck her tongue between the toes; she winced when her palate caught hints of earth and remembered all the running Accela had recently done while barefoot, but it was too late to worry about it now. Again Accela moaned, though her entire body shook and nearly lost balance.

"You have to stop!" she pleaded wetly, shivering. "I ca- I can't- I don't want to fall!"

"I'd catch you," she whispered as she placed both hands on the backs of creamy thighs, feeling her way upward to the exceptional behind that she'd been yearning to touch, to grasp. Grasp she did, for just long enough to make the hand still atop Celica's head clench down on a fistful of hair and yank - which Celica enjoyed immensely. After relishing the pliable surface beneath her palms for a long moment, she hooked over the waistband...

"NNNah," Accela moaned as she was completely exposed, naked and standing in the hallway with her best friend kneeling in front of her. Inspired, Celica bit down on her knee the instant the pink satin had passed it, and was satisfied with the results. "Oaah, WAAAAH!"

"So much skin, so little time..." Now she was dragging her tongue upward, leaving a glistening trail along her thigh. Just as she reached the hip bone and left a kiss on it, she received a delightful, unexpected surprise.

"IIYAAAAIIIAHH! Oh.... oh, OH!"

"What?" she cooed sweetly, hands playing across Accela's stomach. "What is it?"

"I think this means our break was a few days too long," she said shame-facedly, one arm sliding around her middle just beneath her breasts.

Celica shot her a malevolent grin. "You came, huh? Wow, I AM good."

"You are," she replied weakly, swaying noticeably. Just as she began to stagger, Celica surged to her feet and caught the girl up, holding her flush with her own body. "Oh, Celica... how could I have come so close to losing this?"

"Good God, you're soaking down here," Celica accused as she wriggled her hand between the clenched thighs, prompting another moan from their owner. "So much, and we haven't even got started yet. You want this as much as I do."

"Stop," she half-sobbed, half howled. "You kn- you knew that. Ohhh, don't touch me so much! Don't..."

Only now was Celica's arousal beginning to take hold of her; up to that juncture it had been manageable but invigorating. By this point, however, she knew she couldn't wait more than a minute before she needed to be touched, kneaded and invaded and provoked. "Mmmhh... we have to do this now, I gotta have you! You're too hot and I can't take it anymore!"

Suddenly, hands were on her back, and her bra was on the floor, prompting a gasp. "I'm not the only one that can be stripped," Accela informed her throatily - and Celica was shocked to feel nails raking down her back.

"OW!" she shouted, shivering. "Shit, that was- Accela, you vixen! You hurt me!"

"I wanted to feel your flesh give," she admitted, cheeks erupting with new splotches of crimson. "Under my touch..."

Celica lifted her hand, positively coated with natural lubricants, and began methodically cleaning it with her tongue, prompting the splotches to deepen in shade. Then, grinning, she swept Accela from her feet in one smooth, lightning-quick motion.

"AH!" she gasped, giggling and kicking her legs in the air. "Where are we... what are you going to do with me?"

"Anything I want, my darling jaybird!" she cackled as she raced into the bedroom and slammed her down on the sheets. "And oh, there's so much I want... so much..."

Already having developed a taste from her hand, Celica sank to cleaning off her lover's thighs, freeing them of the juices that had run so rampant. It was a losing battle; even as she cleaned them, more was produced as the one producing it twitched and arched her back, calling out Celica's name. Then, as she began to push the thighs further apart to attack the source head-on, she hesitated.

"Wahh... oooh... wait, what is it, why are you stopping?"

"I'm... nervous," Celica admitted, feeling shy. The shyness worsened when she realized the cause. "B-because- because since the last time I did this, you've had Garabine, and- God, I'm sure she's more experienced with this kind of thing than me. What if I'm not doing it right? That'd be a colossal disappointment for you now, I guess."

"Celica, I never slept with Garabine."

The brunette's eyes snapped up, wide as saucers. "You didn't?"

"No. I told you, we barely went on a couple of dates; I got a grand total of two kisses on the hand and one on the cheek - oh, and she technically goosed me, but only because I didn't look before I sat down. You know I'm not very impetuous. Things never progressed into the boudoir."

"Seriously?" Celica asked again, shocked. "Because, total disclosure, if the situation were reversed I'd have been all OVER that! She's like some kind of present-day GODDESS! Wow... what held you back?"

"Haven't we both figured that part out?" Accela said suggestively, reaching up with her foot to trace a line down Celica's cheek... which promptly blushed scarlet. "Now, where were we?"

"Right about... HHHHere."

"AIIIH!" Accela quavered, simply from the warm breath caressing her fragile folds. She screamed again when contact was made, and gave such a buck when Celica's tongue began to move that the bed frame squeaked.

"It's so good," Celica moaned a few short minutes later, ten kinds of aroused from such brief connection with the object of her deepest desires. "You have no idea how wet I am right now - NNH, you melt my brain!"

"Can I see?" Accela panted, lying flat on her back and unable to prompt herself to move from the position. "Let me... I want to."

This was a whole new direction they were taking; before, Accela had barely allowed Celica to play with her, and had expressed no interest in returning the favor. Not that Celica had even cared about that; getting to play with her friend's body had gratified her plenty. "You sure? Because I... I think I might like that."

"Show me. Show me all of you."

Heart threatening to burst right out of her chest, she slowly spun on the bed until her pelvis was hovering above Accela's head. "Go... go slow, alright? Maybe I'm a slut as far as menfolk are concerned, but... I've never let... oh, I hope you don't think mine's too sloppy.."

"You weren't kidding."

"Huh?"

A light-hearted giggle. "When you said your underwear was riding up. I can barely see any of it, since most of it's in your-"

"Cut that out, dammit! Do you have to make fun of- OOOH, you're t-touching AAH!"

A moment of silence followed this, after which Accela whispered, "You're really sensitive down there right now, aren't you? Because I was only taking these off, I hadn't even touched you directly."

"Oops," Celica tried to laugh, but her voice sounded like a strangled chicken. She cleared her throat. "So, um... go on, I'll be better behaved."

"Yes, Ma'am." In the time it took Celica to wonder at being called "ma'am" during foreplay, her red lace was being spirited away, and she felt so exposed that she tried to cringe upward. It didn't go unnoticed. "Hey... what's wrong? Listen, you can opt out, I won't be offended."

"No, I want this so much," Celica moaned, even as she shed a single tear of frustration. "But... it doesn't mean I'm not nervous. What if I... what if I taste... funny, or something? Man, I never cared about that before n-nowOWOOOOAAH!"

"Mmmh," Accela intoned as her hands reached up to hold Celica's ass down, to prevent her new favourite aperitif from escaping. "Allow me to lay your fears to rest, my love. You're... so insanely piquant."

"Don't mock me," she sobbed as she writhed.

"Who's mocking? You know what a connoisseur I am. And this... this I would serve with every meal. Every, single, meal." And then she was face-deep again, and there was nothing Celica could do but scream.

"YES!" she was shouting. "That's the... oh my God, I can't believe you're doing this for me, I c-can't believe you like me there! D-does it feel okay? Does it look okay?"

"Shut up and come for me," Accela ordered as she prodded a few fingers along the outer edges of the engorged flesh, tongue flicking out to smack against the pulsating clit. "You haven't satisfied my hunger yet."

"Unnnnh!" Celica exclaimed as she dug her fingertips into Accela's thighs. She tried valiantly to repay her for such an incredible display of pleasuring, but the best she could do was allow her chin to rest against the beautiful cunt below, let it slide atop it and stimulate to a lesser degree. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry I can't eat you while you're eating me! It's just so AWESOME, OH YEAH!"

"Celica!" Accela said, muffled through the muff. "More, give it all - come on my face, let me feel it!"

"I... I'm sitting on your face," Celica laughed shamelessly, suddenly filled with so much joy that it ran neck and neck with her growing orgasm. Then, in one brilliant flash as Accela shoved her tongue back inside, she felt the shocks begin - so many, and so strong! Never in her life had it been so overpowering as this before. Her screams were window-shattering. When Celica sat back, heaving to replenish much needed oxygen, tanned thighs framing the alabaster face below, she saw just how much liquid she had cranked out - and put a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God. What is... where did all this freaking juice come from?"

"From you," Accela gagged, then swallowed thickly. "Damn... I may need a glass of water..."

"I... wow, I cannot- this is like, bucketfuls! Sorry, if I'd known-"

"Oh, don't you dare apologize!" Accela giggled as she sat up, viscous drips rolling down her cheeks... nose... forehead... "It's you, and it's all over me. That's way more than fine by me."

Celica nodded, still feeling sheepish about it. "Let's g-get you cleaned up."

"You're going to clean me up, aren't you?"

"Huh?" Then Celica blanched. "Wait... you want me to, uh... with my-"

"Yeah," she cooed, biting her lip and fluttering her eyelashes. "I can vouch for the flavor."

"But that's my own..." The thrill that ran through her was definitely tempered with humiliation and uncertainty. "You know, keep this up and you'll be as bad as me."

There was no response. None other than Accela suddenly pinning her to the bed, face hovering over her. First came a kiss, a sweet one - with an odd, bitter aftertaste to it, tangy. Celica felt tears of shame welling up as she came to understand she was ingesting her own secretions, savoring them on her tongue. Wasn't this a little bizarre? But of course, when Accela turned her head ever-so-slightly and waited, she did as she'd been asked and began clearing away her own body's discarded lubrication with her mouth.

"See what I mean?" Accela breathed in her ear, sending a ripple down her spine. "You taste just fine."

"Just fine," Celica echoed distractedly, busy wondering what it meant to somewhat tolerate one's own flavor. Did it make her narcissistic or something? At the same time, she knew she definitely preferred to dine on Accela.

"Thank you," she panted, planting another kiss on her mouth, running her hands through the wild, unruly mop she adored. "Now, um... I think I'm ready for more."

"Another?" Celica breathed, excited by the possibilities. "Ooh... oh, I knew this was going to be a historic night."

They repositioned themselves, and Celica was now on the bottom with Accela suspended above her. This seemed to present a problem; every time Celica got a rhythm going, the silken skin she was playing with would shoot upward a few inches. Several more attempts later, she sighed and patted the amply-padded cheek near it and said, "Okay, fine, I get it; you'd like to switch back."

"That might be best," Accela ceded. "What a bothersome nervous twitch, I can't even... ugh. Forgive me?"

"You know it. But before we do, can we try... will you just spread your knees out a little more?"

"Um... like this?" A few seconds passed with only sounds of shifting sheets. Then- "AAAGH, FUCK, NO!"

"MmhMMh," Celica crowed appreciatively as Accela fell to her side and away. "And now, it seems, we know how that goes."

"I am not, and never shall be, THAT kind of girl," Accela panted, propping herself up on an elbow. "So leave that alone from now on. Got it?"

"Aww, come on. I was just exploring. Tell you the truth, it wasn't so bad as I-"

"GOT IT?"

Celica nodded, summoning the sad puppy eyes. As soon as Accela noticed, she sighed and rolled her own skyward. "Super. Now, can we get back to the good stuff? And I mean it this time, because I'm aching for my aftershock."

"Accela!" Celica sighed dreamily, pouncing on her and ravishing her lips. But a second later, when she was pushed away, she said, "Hey, what-"

"You taste like, well, ASS." Then she pinched Celica's cheek to show she wasn't really mad. "And feet, and tobacco."

"Then let me overpower it with something... more palatable..."

Accela giggled as she fell onto her back, hands playing across her chest as she gazed lovingly upward. "Take me places."

"Away we go."

"NNNAH!" Accela screamed as she was invaded with a solitary finger. "Oh, Celica - you're so - WWWWOW, I didn't think you were going to jump right in!"

"Feel free to use your own phalanges," Celica prompted - and got what she wished for. "YIKES! Shit, that's - OOOH, thank you so much! Yes, Accela, yes - no, over a b-bit- NNNH, oh God, right there, right THERE!"

There were a lot less words following this as the two of them alternated between panting and using their mouths alongside their fingers. Celica found that within her heart, she longed for it to be possible for her to actually climb inside, to rub her body against the inner walls and feel Accela envelop her. She allowed her arms to encircle a thigh apiece, drew them apart, and dove in headfirst.

"YES, Celica, oh yes! I... oh, I want to come! Tell me I can!"

"Do it!" She switched to rubbing her cheek against it, marveling at how the sticky tenderness felt against smooth, cool skin. "Give me your best shot!"

"Nnah, AAAaah, WAAAAAAIIIIGH!" And then Accela was settling, calming, sucking in air - but Celica wasn't stopping her assault. "Oh... h-hey, y'know, you can quit that, I... I finished."

But Celica was shaking her head as both hands passed lovingly over the surface, taking turns. "No... oh, I don't want to, I want to keep touching you - I'm so on fire for it!"

"Celica," Accela grunted, shivering all over. "But it... it kind of hurts now, I think we d-did too much-"

"One more!" she pleaded. "One more, for me? Please?"

The panting in Accela's voice stopped slowing and reversed direction, picking up speed. "Ohh... oh, holy shit, I- how are you doing this to me? I... I think I could actually do it again! DAMN, but you... you're so hot, I feel so hot with you! Can I come again?"

"I know you can," Celica said, her own orgasm just around the corner. "I have faith!"

"It's going to take some real work on your part," she half-laughed, spreading her thighs even wider apart. "That second one took so much longer, I... I don't even know what you'll need to extricate number three!"

As Celica stood there on all fours, feeling the fingers sliding around inside of her and rubbing her palm against her most favorite flower in the world, a possibility visited itself upon her. One she'd heard of in stories at parties, whispered in jokes. It probably wouldn't work - or would, but wasn't nearly as great as it was made out to be - but anything was worth trying once.

"Hey," she said shakily, sitting back just enough to force Accela to pull her hand out. "Nnh! Uhh... okay, so... so I have this idea."

"Huh?" she panted, staring upside-down at her friend's face.

"We're gonna try it, I think - maybe just this one time. And I'm gonna preface it with saying I've never, ever done this before, or seen it done or anything. Right now, it's a hypothetical move. So if it sucks, don't act like I knew better."

By now, Accela was suspicious. "We're not about to break out some kind of inflatable device, are we?"

"No, nothing like that. But... do you trust me?"

"With my life."

It took nearly a minute for Celica to stop crying after hearing that, but when she had, she held up a hand to prevent Accela from kissing any more tears away. "Yeah. Oh God, you had to say that!" She coughed noisily and flashed a bleary smile. "Anyway. So you trust me with this too, I'd guess."

"Just this once? Sure. What are we doing?"

"Lay back." She did. "Okay. Now... just go with what I'm doing. It might be kind of weird, but... I'm hoping for sparks."

Celica began shifting her position. When Accela felt her leg being lifted into the air, she half-smiled and went, "Oh, what are you trying to pull back there, what is this?" But a moment later, after she had glanced down and seen how their limbs were arranged, she gasped, "Ack! No, no, don't do that, we can't!"

"Why can't we?" Celica asked, genuinely curious.

"Because... it's dirty!" She lowered her voice to a whisper as she placed a hand on the shin that had come to rest nearby. "Because this is a lot more like, well... sex!"

"Are you saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

"Well, of COURSE not, but-"

"Then like I said, why can't we?"

Accela took a long, hard look at the two patches of pubic hair, mere inches from each other. From this angle, she couldn't really see Celica's dripping organ, but she knew it was there - she could feel the heat coming off of it. "Ohh... oh, I don't know. We're going to be touching them... together... what's going to happen when we do?"

"I want to find out," Celica said with an obscene amount of desire. "I want to rub my hot, wet mess against yours. I want... our other lips to kiss. Don't you want that?"

Accela swallowed thickly, one hand at her chin as she forced herself to peer downward at what they might indeed go through with. Suddenly, she looked excited - but excited like a naughty child, one who aches to do something she knows she really shouldn't do. "Our... other lips..."

"I'm going to stay right here, Accela. I dare you to move. I dare you to kiss me."

Ten seconds later, she did.

"UWAAAAH!" they both shouted in unison; it was magical. Celica grinned; likening it to past experiences, it was like three or four limp tongues attacking her all at once, pushing all over her, setting her ablaze. With a whimper, she twitched her thighs and felt other thighs. It was incredible - so many things interacting that were normally kept so far apart! Rotating her hips, she pulled another loud scream from her partner. This was like a dream come true.

"Thank you," Accela panted, beside herself. Celica could see her hands clutching desperately at the sheets. "Thank you for this - for making me

reach for a third, it's - it's already almost here! Ohh, my aching pussy!"

"I love your aching pussy!" she agreed, grinding into it harder, holding onto her leg for dear life. She began thrusting; it wasn't as if she had anything to thrust into anything else, but the motion seemed logical. At first, the only difference she noticed was her own boobs bouncing in time - and Accela's, which was plenty of reason to do it right there - but the more she did it, the more the two orifices banged together, the better it began to feel until it was splitting her head open with ecstasy. "Give it to me - yeah, YEAH! Oh, it's so good!"

"More rubbing, less smashing," Accela pleaded, and instantly got her wish. "WHOA, yes, oh I love it! You're sliding all over me, it's so much, I'm going to- going to blow my- I'm going to blow, Celica!"

"Can you feel this?!" she demanded, rubbing her face against Accela's leg as she moved faster and faster. "Our cunts are making out! Accela, I love making out with you!"

"Make out with me!" For a moment, she sobbed and shouted - and then something seemed to take her over, an all-consuming need to push things to the limit. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Celica, fuck me harder!"

The profane words were like an elixir; suddenly, every movement Celica made was more alive, more filled with sensation and purpose. "I will - I want you fucked! I want to be the one fucking you, every minute of every day!"

"More, more, MORE! HARDER!"

"YEAH!" she crowed triumphantly; it was as if this was the moment she'd been waiting for, when they became purely sexual beings. "Kiss me!"

"I am!" she screamed, nails suddenly digging into Celica's leg. "We are!"

"No, my mouth, I w-want- I want all of you all over all of me! I want to become you! I wanna CONSUME you! Accela, I... I need... FUCK!" Why couldn't she articulate that what she found herself longing for the deepest was an actual kiss? Her urge to grow closer to her lover smashed over her head, becoming such a gripping emotional need that anything that might sate the parallel lusts was fair game. Perhaps this was why Celica angled the leg she was hugging to bend and shoved Accela's toes in her mouth.

"STOP, DON'T!" Accela shrieked, dismayed. "Y-you KNOW I'm t-tick- UNNH, that's so terrible!"

Yet again, there was no evidence to substantiate Accela's claims of being ticklish; all she did was moan louder. Of course, that didn't mean Celica was ready when her own ankle found its way to the redhead's tongue, when she felt suction against it, but by this point it was largely academic; there was nothing but orgasm and pulses and nerves and sweat. The faster everything moved, the better.

"I'm coming, Accela!" she announced with her mouth partially full. "It's so good - it's all so good, I can't take it, this is it!"

"Fuck!" Accela cried out, teeth sinking into her partner's leg. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK me!"

"ACCELAAAAA!"

"AAIIIIIYYYYAAHHH!"

Everything turned white for a moment, with tiny dark spots swimming in it. Then, once reality bloomed back into being, the two girls fell backward, shaking like leaves in the wind and gasping for much-needed breath.

"Mnah," Celica gasped as she moved her hips experimentally. "Whoa, that's... now they're soaked, we both are. It feels so great like that... God, I could almost go for anoth-"

"Let me just head you off," Accela panted with a weak laugh. "No more. Not tonight, I... I'm gonna faint..."

"Sorry, sorry, but... well, can't blame a girl for trying."

"That's some handy tip you picked up, Celica. Ohh! We went from novices to seasoned pros in one month flat, didn't we?"

Celica grinned. "What can I say? I'm a quick study."

For some reason, it was determined that Celica was the one with more lingering energy in her body, so she was given the task of fetching a large pitcher of water and two glasses to the bedroom. She did so merrily, skipping through the apartment naked and coated with her paramour's lust-fluid. When she came back to the bedroom, Accela tried to hide a laugh, but would not elaborate until they were both leaning wearily against both each other and the headboard, quenching their staggering thirst.

"Tall, dark and handsome."

"Come again?" Celica asked as she poured herself more water - the first two glasses had barely made a dent.

"No thanks - thrice is enough." As Celica stuck out her tongue, Accela looked away shyly. "What I mean is, just now, when I saw you framed in the doorway... I had a minor epiphany. It's you."

Celica's eyebrows knitted. "It is me. I am it. And you are the walrus."

"No, silly." She set aside her water glass and slipped both arms around Celica's midsection, face coming to rest atop one of her mounds. "You're one inch taller than me. Your skin is the most delightful shade of amaretto. And, um... well, if we substitute 'handsome' for 'drop dead gorgeous,' well, then you fit the bill."

"Great, so I'm an ethnic girl of average height who isn't hideous. Sorry, but I'm not following-"

"I've always been waiting for my tall, dark, handsome prince to come along. Ever since I was small, that's been my dream; my stipulation for the one who could win my affection, who'd whisk me away and be one with me 'til death do us part. The wait is over, because here you are."

Celica snickered, even as a few tears of elation slid down her face. "You're weird. But I love you, anyway."

"I love you, too, Tall, Dark and Handsome." They sat there in silence for several seconds before Accela whispered, "Hmm... I think there's a hickey on your ankle."

"Yeah, about that," she half-laughed as she leaned forward. "Can you see those scratches you left down my back? Are they bad?"

"Not really; they're pretty light. Well, this one here..."

Thirty minutes later and they had showered, changed the sheets, and were curled up on crisp, clean ones, nude and encircling each other's bodies, reaching such a deep level of contentment that Accela was already asleep. But Celica kept herself awake for just a few more minutes to bask in such a fleeting, priceless moment.

'Darling angel, I realize I dragged you into this same-sex nightmare,' Celica thought, gazing at the peaceful features of the girl that had become the center of her entire world. 'I'm not so ignorant that I don't realize you never wanted to be with a woman. Even less with this one. So you can believe me when I promise that I'll be trying my best, my absolute hardest, to make you happy. You'll never have to feel a moment's regret. And someday, if we don't fall apart or I don't foul everything up, I'm going to follow through on that joke you made when I was washing your back: I'm going to marry you. Because you, more than anyone in this bleak metropolis, are worth a lifetime commitment.'

'I swear it, Accela... my best bud.'

~*~ To Be Continued

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the delay in getting these chapters up; I'm awful at posting on AFF, and I've been working non-stop on my newest title on FFnet. Those are pitiful excuses, but they're all I have. Sorry! If you had come here from THERE simply to read the more risque version of the story, well, this is the very last "lemony" scene so mission accomplished. I'll be posting the last two chapters of this here forthwith, though, I swear!
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