A 25 high school reunion is just the place to let go of old dreams. Or is it the place to let new dreams begin? Amanda wants to let go of the past. Tina isn’t making it easy for her. And Ginny...why is Ginny Amanda’s ex-lover and current ...
A 25 high school reunion is just the place to let go of old dreams. Or is it the place to let new dreams begin? Amanda wants to let go of the past. Tina isn’t making it easy for her. And Ginny...why is Ginny Amanda’s ex-lover and current bbf on Tina’s side?
Warning: This is a f/f erotic 9,584 word short story. It contains explicit sexual encounters between two adult females.
I rounded the corner from the showers and there she was. I froze. I didn't want to breathe, in case her mirage disappeared.
Tina had changed out of her work suit and was pulling on her gym clothes. Her la perla panties and bra lay on the bench beside her. She had already put on her athletic bra and bikini cotton panties. She was in the midst of pulling her tee shirt over her head when I stumbled upon her.
My mouth went dry and then wet at the sight of her athletic, toned, lightly tanned body.
She finished pulling down her tee and her eyes met mine. She raised an eyebrow at my frozen state then with our eyes locked on each other; she calmly, slowly pulled on her gym shorts. She put on her socks and sneakers all the while keeping me frozen in her gaze.
It was deathly quiet, just the two of us in the locker room, watching each other intently. Even if there had been any others present, they would not have mattered, at least not to me.
I flushed as I realized she couldn't have any doubt that I was interested in her. It was the perfect set up for a payback if she was of the mind for one. Even that knowledge didn't stop me from drinking in the sight of her. I was highly aware of being naked under my towel that I wanted to drop.
She straightened, turned from me, put her items in the locker, and grabbed her workout towel. When she turned back, she saw I had not moved an inch. She casually slung her towel over her shoulder and advanced on me, crowding into my personal space.
Raised on a New England dairy farm, Cammie chose to follow her dreams to the big city. She found employment as a systems administrator. She soon discovered her naughty imagination was at odds with the views from cubicles and server rooms. Now she spends her time exploring worlds of forbidden fantasies. Her explicit and often raunchy stories are a mix of erotica with a dash of a plot.