My Angel

Lana Jane Parks is a 16 year old girl who moves from England to a small town in New York. She already is different with her accent, but in so many other ways as well.

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6. Promises And Experiences (Smut Warning)

"Lana, what's wrong? After yesterday, you ju-" Crimson starts to say.

I cut her off with my lips. I hope she can taste the apology. I don't know if words will be enough.

"I never knew, or maybe I didn't realize it. But I...I'm a lesbian...and I am afraid to speak of it. Tell no one. Not your friends. Not your mother. Not even your pillow." I hold her face in my hands. "This is just between you and me."

As I hold her face, I gaze at her. She's biting her lip again and her legs are squirming. Oh god, I think. I'm turning her on.

"I'm so sorry about yesterday baby girl."

She just nods and kisses me again. "It's okay. You'll be safe with me, I promise." Her arms snake around my waist and pull me even closer. "I won't hurt you. I won't leave you."

I turn away. "Promises get broken. Dad promised he'd return home from the Army when I was 9. He did in a casket. He broke his promises and everyone else does too."

"This one will be kept as long as both of us breathe."

 

Crimson brings me to her house. Her parents already know about her sexuality and are totally fine with it. I only hope that when I tell my mom, she'll be just as understanding. Then again, why would she be?

"It's so nice for our little girl to have someone," her dad says. He's a tall man with a large beer gut and a balding head. He holds hand with her mom, a short, curvy woman who looks like she would be on a makeup commercial.

We sneak up into her room and turn on a rerun of some wedding show I have already seen twice this week.

"You know," Crimson says as she takes my hand in hers, "you probably haven't experienced what it's like to have a girl please you. Only a girl know what a girl wants anyways."

I laugh nervously. "I've never actually have had sex before. I mean, I almost got close one with Jimmie Smith, but I was afraid to."

"Well sweetie," she kisses down my neck, "let me show you what you've been missing out on."

In record timing, she has both of us down stripped to our under garments. She pulls me on top of her and feverishly kisses me, rubbing my lower back. I feel myself want to kiss her more, explore every inch of her body, but I'm patient. She rubs herself against me and we both let out low moans.

"Tell me how you like it," she whispers as she slides my panties down and starts to lick. I grab the sheets on her bed and hold in a scream. I can't believe I've been missing this!

She explores and I let her, rewarding her often with screams of pleasure and my candy treat. We take turns, and the sheets soon become soaked where we lay. After a good 45 minutes, we lay there, holding each other, trying to catch our breath.

"Thank you," I moan into her ear, barely audible. She kisses my neck again, and we fall asleep together, not worrying if her parents walk in on us. I wouldn't care anyways; it feels like I'm high off the ground and no one can touch me.

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