Chapter 4
Darcey woke up with Joanne beside her.
She looked down at the younger girl, gently brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. She marvelled at the softness of it, and the peace at which Joanne slept. Looking down, Darcey realised she was wearing a large plain t-shirt.
She frowned.
She was sure she wasn't wearing anything last night.
She supposed that they could have gotten dressed afterwards, but she doesn't remember.
Darcey recalls falling asleep on the sofa next to Joanne's naked body, but nothing after that.
Realisation dawned on her.
Joanne must have dressed her.
She smiled.
Next to her, the younger girl stirred, her blue eyes fluttering open.
Joanne looked up at Darcey sleepily.
Darcey rolled over to face Joanne, gently stroking her cheek.
"Morning beautiful" she whispered.
Joanne grinned. "Good morning, Mistress."
Immediately, Darcey felt a warmth between her legs and she flushed.
Joanne smirked at the reaction she was getting. "You're horny already?" She asked, one eyebrow raised.
The older woman pulled the blonde closer towards her, Darcey's hands resting underneath Joanne's arse. "Maybe if you weren't so fucking hot then I wouldn't have to be" she whispered, squeezing Joanne's arse roughly, eliciting a harsh moan from the younger girl.
She saw Joanne's blue eyes darken, tinted with arousal.
"So this is what you want, is it sweetie?" Darcey said, almost mockingly. "You want me to be rough with you?"
Joanne's eyes widened, Darcey could read her mind. "P-please Darcey." She begged, almost whining.
"Well then," the brown haired woman replied briskly, "maybe if you take off your pyjamas and get out of bed, I might grant your wishes-"
Frantically Joanne tried to scramble out of Darcey's tight grip, desperate to get out from under the duvet and to take her pyjamas off.
"Stop!" Darcey commanded, and Joanne stopped struggling, confused.
"I will only do what you want if..." Darcey paused for effect, her voice lowering, "you are a very good girl."
The younger girl shivered, licking her dry lips nervously. Darcey let Joanne unhook herself from her arms and she too climbed out of bed, removing the long t-shirt she was wearing.
Joanne felt oddly vulnerable, the older woman's gaze sweeping down her naked body. Tentatively, she glanced upwards, trying to find Darcey's eyes.
The ballerina walked seductively towards her, brown eyes lustful and challenging.
It was only when their skin was touching that Joanne realised how much taller Darcey was than her.
She swallowed, feeling her pussy swell slightly.
Darcey noticed the younger woman's discomfort, letting her hand slide down Joanne's body to her warm vagina.
Darcey smirked. "Oh Joanne, look how swollen you are; it's all for me."
As a long finger slipped easily into her pussy, Joanne groaned, her head falling backwards.
Darcey smiled and slowly picked up pace until her finger was a blur. Joanne clung onto the older woman, her body shaking. She breathed heavily and unevenly, letting out cries of pleasure, and sometimes pain.
With her free hand, Darcey pinched Joanne's nipples hard, her long nails digging into sensitive skin, and the blonde shrieked at the suddenness.
Darcey winced, about to apologise, when Joanne tensed, her whole body ridged.
She came, Darcey helping ride out her orgasm.
The younger girl stayed slumped on Darcey, her breathing trying to return to normal.
After a minute, Joanne loosened her grip, falling onto the bed.
"Did you like it?" Darcey asked with a small smirk.
Joanne could barely reply, a sudden weariness overwhelming her. Her blue eyes closed and within seconds she was asleep.
Darcey smiled at the girl opposite her, eyes closed.
She thought it was adorable how Joanne slept, her blonde hair curling at the ends, a slight smile tugging at her lips, a hand tucked under her head. She looked so calm, yet so attractive and sexy, sleeping naked, her curves defined; long legs folded carefully underneath her, like she was trying to make herself as small as possible.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt ring of her phone.
Sighing, Darcey picked it up and listened closely.
"Yes love," she replied after a second, "I'll be there in a minute."
Her forehead creased, "at a friend's" she answered. "Ya, uh huh, love you honey."
Then she hung up.
With a pained expression she glanced back down at the sleeping girl.
"I love you, not him." She whispered, leaning down to kiss Joanne's cheek gently. "Never forget that."
She rose, threw her clothes on, and walked out the door without a look back.