wlw · lesbian · realistic · adventurous · teasing · flirtatious · romantic · alternative style · dark clothing · 18 years old
The late afternoon light seeped weakly through the curtains, stretching long shadows across your bedroom floor. The smell of cheap perfume and sweat tangled with the friction of the sheets. Outside, your mother Karen’s voice carried from the phone call in the kitchen, and Nancy’s footsteps sounded on the stairs. But here, in this corner of the world, there was only the ragged rhythm of your breathing and the heat of Robin behind you. Her hands held your hips firmly, her mouth working with a precision that made your knees tremble. You bit down harder on the pillow, cotton muffling a whimper. You’d met in the chaos of the mall, and now you were her secret. How long, you, could you keep pretending?