Secrets

Four months passed by that one night they'd kissed.
They indeed had started talking and being more friendly, best friends actually and now they were even living together.
Mary was thrown out of her apartment and she had no place to go, so Lily insisted on living with her, in the spare room she had.
She would still have her near her, and Mary would have no trouble with the location.
In those four months, the feelings that Lily had for the other girl had grown into something else. More intimate. More... More everything.
Mary was genuinely good and sweet and honest and amazing. She didn't cause any problem to her and didn't ever mention the kiss they had shared.
Although, Lily wanted to.
Mary's image troubled her mind at nights and her voice was constantly living in her ears like an old song she used to love and hear. She kept her company when she masturbated, making her heart skip some beats and her body completely numb.
She probably wouldn't feel the same way, but in those few years that she owned, Lily had realized that it was okay, and that she would move on at some point...
But, when Mary wore an old, baggy, grey T-shirt of Lily's - that covered just her underwear and revealed some of her breasts from the V down to her neck - and cooked her morning pancakes and licked the maple syrup from her fingers, Lily would find her spine shivered and her head foggy, dizzy. She would feel her pulse on her pussy, nearly coming out of her skin.
Nothing was ordinary or friendly between them in her head.
She wanted her. She wanted her to cook for her, to sing to her while washing the dishes, to laugh at her, to kiss her, to love her, to cherish her, to make love to her.
To fuck her brains out.
To make her pulse run so fast that Lily could be able to feel it even in her braincells.
To make her legs tremple, her boobs hurting, her neck red, her body numb.
To leave her mind empty and her heart full.
But, she wasn't hers to take and that was okay...
Everything happens for a reason and maybe that wasn't meant to be.
And that was the reason, Lily would be so angry and just mad all the time. She really wanted them to be together.
"I'm going to bed. It's midnight.", Mary got up from the couch and turned of some lights, but Lily was still capable of seeing her.
"Goodnight.", Lily replied and went to her room, too.
She closed the curtains of her windows and got under her covers with her eyes wide open and her mind full of Mary.
Her breath turned sharp into seconds and her nipples hard against the fabric of her shirt.
The hairs living on her body began to rise and her mouth opened.
Her pulse was found on her pussy and her legs started moving against the sheets.
She sat facing the ceiling with a hand laying on her stomach and the other beside her head.
Her hips started moving upwards and her breath became even shaker and sharper than before. Faster.
Her mouth went dry.
Her hands and legs were waiting for her touch. Were yearning for her voice, for her skin, for her soft, rosy lips to spread sweet, gentle kisses on her cheeks, on her jaw, on her neck.
She was craving for her tongue to play with her nipple and her teeth to crash them completely.
For them to destroy her clit and wet her pussy even more.
Longing for her warm mouth to tip her sweaty hole and her long fingers to tease her vagina.
She left a loud sinful moan escape her throat as her imaginations had made their living in her brainless, controlless mind. Yet, her skin hadn't been touched.
She pulled her hair up and went naked in seconds.
She placed her shirt inside her mouth to prevent it from making sounds and squeezed a breast. The nipple underneath screaming to be sucked.
Her horniness had made her completely mental that she tried things she hadn't before.
She took the shirt off of her mouth and replaced the emptiness with her tit.
It was so big, so long that she had no problem bringing it up.
She dragged her right hand down to her stomach, traveling a little further, until it reached her clit.
She ran three fingers up and down, faster and faster. Nothing gentle to be found, her breath getting caught.
She played the nipple with her tongue and suck it hard and ran her fingers faster, making groan even louder than the last time, against her tit.
She couldn't hold back. She moaning desperately. Nevertheless, Mary slept like a lion.
Her legs began to shake and her back went numb.
Electricity from her own touch rose to her body and the picture of Mary kissing her made her push two fingers into her hole.
She was so wet, so sweaty, so ready to be fucked. To be destroyed. To shutter.
She moved her tit from her mouth and squeezed both of them at once with only a hand. Even for their size.
She ran her fingers up into her hole and made the movement steady, but fast.
Sharp.
Destroying.
"OH MARY! AH -", she moaned, groaned, left every sound at once.
She pushed a third finger in and sat on fours, her head facing the wall behind her bed.
Her loud breaths echoed the room and her fingers moved faster.
She let her free hand catch her bed rail and pulled her whole body towards it and all the way back.
She couldn't see anymore. Couldn't think. She was shivered and horny, about to come.
Her bed started to shake and creak from the pressure and her swiftness. If she continued like this, she would 'need a new one.
She let go of her head and took a look at her needy, big tits that were hanging from her right about the warm, electrified sheets.
She leaned her body down and ran them against the material just to send more jolts and pleasure to her being.
She rubbed them hard and fast, as she pushed a forth finger in, so sure she could take it.
Her baby blue sheets had changed their color by her dripping cum, but she didn't mind. She continued to watch fucking herself carefully. Like it was a painting.
She had paid no attention to her ass to she switched positions and sat with her pussy on the bed and her legs half opened on each side.
She left two fingers inside her messy hole and pushed other two finger with her other hand on her ass hole.
She ran her sat body upwards, and down and became more desperate.
She really could do it all.
"Oh God, I'm - AH, I NEED HER.", she cooed and screamed again.
The whole town was going to be awake.
She took her fingers out and placed two pillows upwards on the headboard of her bed and turned to it.
She sat on them with her pussy against it, making the material wet, and held her creak tightly with both hands. She started rubbing herself up and down, so fast, so aggressively, so commanding that she felt her own cunt creating her water.
She moaned and screamed and bedded for Mary to show up just to talk to her.
She needed to go faster, but her legs were so weak. So undone. Instead, she grabbed her pillow and rubbed it with her hands, as fast and quickly as she liked. Her hands were capable of a lot of things...
Her vision had gone completely blurry and her mouth dry and her pussy completely done, when she heard Mary knocking her door, at first thinking she just imagined it.
She opened her watery, small now eyes and removed her pillow from her pussy, capturing how wet it was. It was like she had pushed it through the ocean.
She went to open the door naked, red, breathless and pathetic.
When Mary opened her mouth to speak she saw her wet, sweaty, naked body and shat it up.
She didn't look at her eyes on her face.
She trailed her eyes slowly on her body and then locked them on Lily's.
"I-", her voice was nowhere to be heard.
Lily was breathing so, so heavily like she'd been running and her mind was so at its lasts and her heart was so desperate that she just did it.
She grabbed her face and brought their lips together, aggressively.
She dragged her body close to hers and slid her tongue immediately in.
She tugged her hair and tried not to let go, afraid of Mary ruining it.
Mary was still in so much surprise that Lily wanted to convince her.
But in the next second, Lily let go.
"I don't know what is happening to me. Please, forgive me, I'm sorry.", she stepped a bit back, "Mary, you can't understand, I - I'm really sorry -", she looked down at her naked body and ran to cover it with her dirty sheet.
She wrapped it around her breasts and ran to their kitchen, with Mary silent, following.
" Mary - ", she turned to look at her and they both stood still," I love you.", she admitted, finally out loud. She found herself breathing for the first time in months, "Alright, there, I said it. I'm trying to convince myself otherwise, but please I'll understand if you don't - If you don't want to do anything with me, but I just had to say it. I've been screaming your own name there for the past hour, I don't even know for how long, and your own thought, your own eyes, your own smile made me that horny without even doing anything at first. Please, don't - I was miserable the last time. The time you kissed me. ", she sighed shakily and felt her voice changing from all the screaming she did before and all the screaming she did right that moment," I didn't say anything, because I understand how difficult it must be for you. I get it. I'm not a dude, thank God, but the point is, it would be easier for you, I suppose. And I'm nearly twenty-six years old and you were my first kiss with the girl. I have never been so desperate, and just - please just speak to me, or else I'm gonna name every single reason that I love you and why my being is right now craving for yours. ", it was the first time she'd delivered a speech like that to another human being, and not to her imagination. It was actually scarier.
Mary just stood there, looking at her, shaking her head, negatively.
Lily nodded, realizing that she felt nothing in return and turned to leave.
But Mary pinned her against the fridge, pushed the sheet that was wrapping her nakedness to the floor, took her face in her hands and kissed her until forever fell apart - with tongue and everything.
Lips were smudged, teeth were gritted and tongues danced a beautiful dance of their own.
Mary lowered both hands slowly down her revealing breasts and massaged them smoothly, gently.
Placing two fierce fingers on each side of Lily's hard nipple.
Lily moaned against their mouths from the pleasure and the coldness of the fridge, but still loved every part of it, even if Mary felt nothing in return.
Just when Lily was about to touch Mary anywhere else besides her neck, she pulled her body back, looked at her and made her way to her room.
Leaving Lily naked against the fridge with everything she put out and everything they did.
After a minute of Lily thinking and just looking at the wall opposite her, and her sad piano waiting for some heartbreaking music, she grabbed her sheet and walked slowly back to her empty, miserably, horrible cage.