Sexual Encounters

Part 5

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  Wyatt stared wordlessly into the eyes, her breath catching. Her growing desire was referred there. She held the hypnotic gaze as she slowly stretched out on top of her, her thigh gliding easily between Quinn's.

  Quinn gasped softly as strong smooth skin of the finely muscled leg rubbed against her heated Centre. The friction triggered spasms down the shift of her clitoris and into her pelvis. Her thighs tightened around the strong leg.

  "Dont," Wyatt warned. 'God,' She thought as she gazed down at her bed mate, 'She is absolutely beautiful.'

  After a few lengthy seconds of not moving, just watching the stunning blonde watch her. She ached to shift her hips, to create friction where the strong thigh was pressed against her, but didn't. Quinn finally found her voice to ask cautiously. "Would you like me to leave?"

  Wyatt looked down at her curiously, but easily concealing her surprise at the young girls straight forwardness. "No... but I guess you have to, I have somewhere to be."

  The brunette nodded, somehow finding away to slip out from under Wyatt and sitting up, her legs swung off the side of the bed and her naked back to the blonde. Wyatt collapsed on the bed, looking at the bronzed back for the first Tim noticing a few scars scattered about her sleek back, making themselves know every now and then from the back of her neck all the way down to her tailbone. Plus a rain of tiny marks on her back and outside of her right triceps, stopping jus above the elbow.

  She was amazed at how much she wanted to ask about the scars, even more curious as to why she was enjoying these early moments with the girl on a no sexual basis even though they hadn't even spoken properly yet. Frowning, she mulled over how this morning was surprisingly different. When she awakened next to Quinn, it seemed natural, comfortable, she had liked it. The brunettes calm acceptance of the events the past few hours had put Wyatt at some kind of ease.

  The blonde had never enjoyed waking up next to her bed mate, mostly because after the sensual release she felt no urge for anything more with them, they were boring. But it was different with Quinn, and she did not know why. She had assumed that this morning would have been award that most, because at least her other partners would have had some forms of sex before, but surprisingly, this was the easiest, most natural morning she had in a long time.

  "Did you enjoy it?" She surprised herself by asking, 'Why does it matter?' She lost her virginity she came; she got what she was looking for. What else is there to know.'

  Quinn, whom was clipping the front of her white lace bra glanced over her shoulder. A frowned creased her brows, there was a burning in her spot, noticeable but not uncomfortable. It was something she had been expecting, something her friends talked about often after their first time; slight pain of being broken in. "Yes, I did. It wasn't quite what I had expected."

  "How so?" Wyatt asked as she watched the girl stand to pull her panties up over her well shaped backside, 'which was also tanned,' She made a mental note. She was unnerved as to why she was asking these questions it never usually mattered what the women she slept with thought of their sexual Encounters.

  Quinn stood,searching for her pants and pulling them slowly, thinking seriously before answering. "In most was, it was far more than I expected." She bit her lip, thinking of the way Wyatt had touched her, so intimately, yet distantly; over powering, yet reassuring, caressing. "I didn't think I'd feel as comfortable as I did, especially the way we did it. It was more natural, fluid, than I expected it to be."

  Wyatt stared at the beautiful girl I  complete fascination. She did not know, nor wanted to know why she experienced these things by just listening to her speak. The blond was very compelled, almost enchanted by the way Quinn spoke, the way she moved. Everything about her intrigues Wyatt and that was new to her.

  "I always thought that I'd be consciousof...." Quinn slipped her t-shirt over her head looked at Wyatt. The blonde was propped up against the pillows at her back, the sheets only covering from her waist down, her upper left body exposed. The brunette swallowed Har, dragging her eyes away from the full, luscious breasts to look up into the sparkling blue gaze which held a hint of amusement that told her she was caught looking. "Too conscious of - well, everything to relax fully and just .... feel. Even with just basic sex."

  The blonde chuckled, assured by her lovers honesty that she was not regretting or feeling guilty about the way they had sex, many times. "Do you need a ride somewhere?"

  Quinn picked up the old leather jacket from the floor and tossed it onto the bottom of the bed as she picked up her socks and kicked her shoes closer to the foot of the bed as she pulled clean white socks on and laced up the sneaker. "Back to the bar, if you don't mind, I left my car there."

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  "Jason?" Quinn called into the house as she closed the front door behind her. When she moved through the hallway, she glanced up the stairs but when she didn't hear or see anything, the brunette made her way through the narrow hallway to the kitchen. "Jase?"

  Walking into the kitchen she saw a head of short Sandy blonde hair bobbing up and down, the guy sat at the kitchen counter with a silver laptop opened in front of him. She rolled her eyes, knowing he that he'd never hear her the way he listens to music, she's surprised he can hear anything after taking his ear buds out. As she walked NY him, she lay her chin on his shoulder, looking at the screen of the laptop which consisted of applications and we searches, plus his Playlist, he was searching for a job, had been for a while now.

  "Hey Lil sis." He smiled, pulling out his ear buds. "Where were you last night, I was getting worried?"

  Quinn shrugged, walking around the counter and opening the cabinet for a glass. "Nowhere really, Justin's party ran later than expected, just crashdd." She lied, turning on the faucet and filling the glass with cold water.

  "Really?" Jason eyed her suspiciously. He knew what she was doing and held out the small translucent orange tub of pain pills.

  The brunette nodded, taking the Co trainer and unscrewing the lid. In a swift, knowing move she tossed back two pills and used water to help them go down because she hated having to dry  swallow pills, it felt like choking.

  "So..." Jason began, "Are you all set for your first day back at school tomorrow? Got everything you need, books? Pens?"

  "Jase," Quinn snorted. "It's senior year, I think I'm years upon years well equipped to get my Shit together."

  Her brother looked at her and gave her a look that made her wince at her own words; he was her guardian, he had a right to worry. Ever since their parents did ed, that seemed to be all he was doing, espe7 when Quinn began to spiral; drinking, drugs, fighting.... she used to go into school high and have to be sent home. Luckily enough, Quinn sorted herself out again. If it weren't for her consistent nightmares and pain, it could have been like she had never changed, like the accident never happened.

  Quinn yawned loudly, "I'm beat bro... I'm a go crash."