The Pillow Pavilion

The thought of taking her attention away from Sarah to pitch their tent was too much, she also knew that Sarah would hate to have her car seats completely covered in cum stains. The only place left that Dianna could think to take Sarah to let her lay down was the pillow pavilion.

The soft purple of the black light above illuminated a mountain of pillows stretching to every corner of the circus tent masquerading as a sultans harem. It was already filled with at least a hundred bodies within and half of them engaged in passionate embraces. Glowing marks were splattered across almost every surface like a Jackson pollock painting. Sarah herself glowed like the fucking sun.

Dianna helped Sarah over to a quiet little spot as far away from the sexual activity that she could fine trying not to expose Sarah to anything that would trigger any panic.

Together they nestled into the pillows, Sarah curled up into a ball and began to cry as Dianna wrapped her arms around her protectively and gently stroked her matted hair. Whispering soft words towards her. She wasn't even sure what she was saying most of the time. Just a conglomeration of apologies and reassurances as the sobs wracked her friends body

"It hurt so much" Sarah whispered finally after she managed to calm herself down.

"I know..." was all that Dianna could respond with, not that she actually knew. she didn't know much of the details but she could hazard a guess.

"it was different from when i fantasized about being ****" Sarah continued and Dianna's hand caught half stroke along her hair, kissing the top of her for head and pulling Sarah into a tight embrace against her breasts.

"I wasn't ready" she whispered "It hurt so much" Her rainbow nails dug into Dianna's side as she struggled to process her emotions.

"when you are ready, we will leave and try to forget this night ever happened" Dianna replied determined to do whatever Sarah needed to help her through this. There was a long pause that stretched into the minutes.

"......No" Sarah finally replied and lifted herself up onto her elbows to look into Dianna's eyes in the pale purple light.

"...No?" Questioned Dianna.

"No", reaffirmed Sarah. "It was brutal, i have never felt such pain before and it broke me, They didn't even care that they broke me. they didnt even see me as a person, I was just a tool, a fleshlight to them, and they ruined me" The words came out barely a whisper over the music and the moans around them. Sarah slowly took hold of Diannas hand and guided it to her broken pussy. It had almost swollen shut now. She winced in pain the moment Diannas fingers came in contact with the swollen lips. Still more cum dribbled out over her fingers and the warmth radiating from her was almost painful on her hand.

"You are not ruined, you are beautiful, and kind, and smart" Dianna said again and again trying to help her friend feel validated.

"wanna know the fucked up part?" Sarah continued, ignoring her friends praise.

"what?" she asked

".....I crave it again" Sarah confessed "I will never find someone who can love me for who i am with fucked up desires like these, WHO COULD LOVE THIS!?" she demanded as head turned from their revelry at the sudden outburst.

"...I could..." came the quietest whisper from Dianna. Sarah froze and stared at her, uncertain whether or not she had heard what she thought she heard.

"I always have" Dianna continued a little louder, "From the day we met when you marched your ass over and sat down next to me in grade school and offered me half your cookie"

"wh.."

"I will always love you, no matter what you do, I want to help you fulfill every fantasy, kink, and fetish you have" Dianna said, more confident with every word. "Even if you don't love me back" Sarah didn't respond in words. she simply lunged forward and locked Dianna into an embrace and refused to let her go.

Each and every moment was savoured until they came up gasping for air. Dianna gently planting her lips upon Sarah's forehead and then began trailing kisses across every bruise, every scratch, every mark across her flesh just giving a thousand reminders that no matter what happened, or what was to come, she would be there, she would accept her. She would love her.