CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (3)

                                                                                                                                                                                                         Akiko Sekiae

CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (3)
(Writer's note: Please start the story on the first of three posts, entitled CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (1), found 2 posts earlier at http://youryoru.blogspot.com/2013/09/celestial-abandoned-1.html, and thank you for your lovely comments!)

Virtual love reaches beyond the web
“Baby?”

“Yes, Yoru?”

“I came again.”

“Haha! Mmmm. I know.”

“You did not yet?”

Getting no answer, Yoru leaned over and kissed Celestial furiously, deciding to take the lead. Having tasted her, she wanted more, and isn't life simple that way? She ran her right arm down under Celestial’s buttocks, under her thighs, and laid her roughly back on the towel, keeping her legs spread long enough to crawl up between. But Celestial was stronger and managed to twist away, and taking Yoru’s hands, she climbed on top of her and pinned both of Yoru’s arms with her knees. She then lowered her pussy, lips wide, onto Yoru’s mouth, forcing her to lick and swallow, but it hardly needed forcing, for Yoru's mouth was hungry.

With pussy touching her nose and dripping in her mouth, Yoru lost all inhibitions, circling with her tongue the fragrant area just between the pubic hair and the smooth skin of her swollen labia leading to the inside of her cunt, stretching her neck up and around to reach more skin, burying her nose in perfumed, glowing, blue-black pubic hair. Celestial quickened the rocking of her hips, increasing the pressure on Yoru’s face, her languid brushing over the girl’s outstretched tongue becoming more urgent, wetter, shuddering in anticipation. Yet no matter how sweet were Yoru’s caresses, how divine were her skills, how utterly lost in spiraling perfection were her single-minded adorations of her girlfriend's clitoris, Celestial did not cum.

It was then Yoru noticed that Celestial still had on her flower panties, had pushed them aside to give access to her swollen sex. The panties were pale blue and very thin, and Yoru knew them immediately to be the same Celestial had worn in a scene she had described in detail to Yoru about a dreamy date with Sureal. Celestial was undulating more slowly above Yoru now, careful not to hurt her, but Yoru wanted harder, and was so lost in love with the finger on her clit that she couldn't help herself cuming a third time. As she slumped back, catching her breath and cuddling, Yoru pulled Celestial’s hand to her face and languidly began inserting each of the slender fingers, fragrant with Yoru's own pussy liquor, one by one into her mouth and closing her lips snugly around them. Treating each finger like a thin, finely sculptured cock, she pointed her tongue and rubbed just under the tip on the opposite side from the nail, pretending she was focusing on the same male pleasure spot that Celestial had enraptured Sureal's cock with, using her own tongue, only a couple of weeks before.

When Celestial noticed this, a stream of cruel memories of Sureal welled up in her, and she jerked her hand away and sat up. Their steamy date was over at that point, with Celestial crying, missing her former lover, and Yoru laying restless and miserable next to her. Yoru was bewildered, but didn't have to ask why they had suddenly stopped. Had Yoru been too loving? Too reminiscent of Celestial's true love, Sureal?

Thus it was that Yoru fell prey in the game of love to the memory of a truer love, becoming another of Celestial's brief and shallow love affairs.