3b. In the darkroom. It
Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
Your partner and the girl had gone to a dark corner of the room, she sat, legs apart, kneeling in front, lost face between her thighs.
She was standing in the middle of the floor, legs slightly open, while a woman's fingers traveled the road ready, eager, so often had opened it. Not exactly as she would have liked, not as I had done it herself, but could not deny his curiosity, and, why not say, his desire.
And she had already explored the firm breasts of her friend, and had played with the nipples, and she felt his touch unripe fruit hard. I needed more, needed to explore her body, as well as time and other than their own.
Put his nose to her neck, smelling her perfume, and, underneath, a hint of sour odor. Personal scent, surprisingly pleasant. He noticed more in it, looked at his face, freckled, her hair, red hair, and told him. To get closer to her neck, hands down along your body, not knowing what to do with them, did not dare to take any initiative. Without even realizing it, he noticed that his hands caressing her skirt unbuttoned, took their hands, and get inside, between fabric and skin, to resume his activity in the body of it. 
It had to continue. I was curious, fear, restlessness, desire ... some maybe even disgust. But curiosity and desire were higher. All sensitivity concentrated in the fingertips, they opened a path to her body, revealing her navel in its path, the soft skin of her belly, the hairs soft, so soft of her pubis.
And there was lost. I did not understand, looking lips, looking where her body was opened, welcoming, and found nothing. A smooth surface. She spread her legs a bit, moved some hips, as if to tell, and yes, there it was. His fingers then recognized a body like hers, and at the same time other, his hands roamed her body wet, without stopping, fast, and in an exploratory mission. He was surprised by the humidity, wet fingers felt, felt a little spasm in the hands that caressed when he tried to enter with her fingers in her body, gently caressing stronger when the most sensitive point. 
While stroking, or better, explored, investigated, with his mouth still lost in her ear, nose in his neck, lost, lost in the smell of it.
It could be that was so wet. Suddenly he arose a doubt, almost an arcade ... and if I had a period? What if much moisture was blood?
He retired from it in a heartbeat, I noticed the sticky fingers. Miró, restless hands, fearing to see a bloody hand kind of like a horror movie. And no, his fingers sparkled in the dim light of the darkroom, some even came to join them trickle, but it was transparent. He went to his nose, sniffed it, deep smell of female
Do not be displeased
