Clumsy Lesbian Sex

Exactly two years later, the author returned...

It’s almost immediately clear that neither of you know what the hell you are doing.

You’re rubbing your pussies against each other, and it feels kind of nice, but the angle is awkward, and it’s nowhere near as incredible as getting fucked by a big, hard cock.

Holy shit… Would I have thought about cocks that way just two days ago? Probably not.

The kissing is nice. Real nice. You’ve still never ever kissed a boy (at least, not that you can remember - who knows exactly what you got up to when in ‘S-Wave State’ with Bo and Baz), but you’ve now kissed Belle on multiple occasions, and each time, it’s been really… Really… Yeah. Nice. As much as your teachers taught you to try and find other words to describe things than ‘good’ and ‘nice’, it really feels like the most correct word to use here.

Kissing Belle is making you feel good, and you don’t want it to stop. The grinding of your labia against hers is a mildly pleasant bonus.

“Mmmmmmm.” Belle is moaning with pleasure into your mouth. She’s clearly enjoying herself. And the fact that she’s enjoying herself so much sends very happy feelings into your own brain. You like making her feel good. And you like the feeling of warm, intimate connection with an equal. After all the awful things that happened to you today, it feels like brushing your teeth after getting a bad taste in your mouth. It’s… cleansing.

You wonder if Belle is going through the same ‘cleansing’ experience. She must be, since she seems even more into this than you do.

“MMMMMMMM!” Her moaning is getting more and more intense, and she’s rubbing her clit against your crotch with greater and greater fervor.

And it’s giving you a deep sense of satisfaction to witness her enjoying your body like this.

You lean back and let it happen.

“Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes!” Belle squeals as she pulls her mouth away from yours and begins to shudder in climax.

You blush as you feel her pussy squirt some warm, wet juices right into your own folds.

“Thank you.” She whispers, as her shaking subsides.

“Did the S-Waves take over again?” You ask, softly but curiously.

“…I don’t think so?” Belle responds, timidly. “I don’t feel like I’m missing any memories of what just happened. Unless you’re about to tell me that we’ve been here for an hour?”

“No, it was pretty quick.” You reassure her.

“That’s interesting.” Belle ponders. “And reassuring. I was able to have a normal orgasm, without blacking out and losing control. So, it is still possible for us to do that.”

“That is a relief.” You agree.

“Thank you so much.” Belle repeats. “I really needed that.”

“I’m really glad we did that.” You reply warmly. “Let’s do it again soon.”

“Okay.” Belle smiles at you, and there’s tears in her eyes, but they aren’t sad. Or at least, mostly not.

“We should get some sleep.” You suggest, at exactly the same time that Belle says “I’m really tired now.”

Your eyes meet and you giggle.

“Would it be weird if we cuddled to sleep?” Belle asks timidly.

“I think after everything we’ve been through, it’s only appropriate that we do.” You respond with an affectionate smile. “I feel very close to you right now.”

“Me too.” Belle replies happily.

“Besides, it’s a single bed, and I’m not sleeping on the floor!”

“Good point.” Belle chuckles.

And so you and your new best friend drift off together in each other’s warm embrace, putting a delightfully positive closing note to what was otherwise a rather incredibly crazy and tragic day.

This is a good silver lining. Some of your last thoughts to yourself as you’re drifting off, are those of reassurance and determination. As long as I have Belle, and she has me, this world won’t break us so easily.