All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lucille’s pov She followed me upstairs, and once we were inside my room, I shut the door gently behind us. Still facing the door until I heard a soft music playing and when I turned. I was breathless, I couldn’t behold the image that stood before me, Laurel Spencer, in her full glory, her body bare, her skin glowing in the soft light. I had the full picture of those tities I wanted to suck, small, round, pointing at me. My gaze drifted lower, tracing the curve of her waist down to where the soft lines of her thighs met parting the lines between her pussy. I had seen many girls bare before but this one had a certain effect on me. I could feel my clit heaving once again, wanting to be touched on something, just to make it calm, to make it ease up, a desperate need for friction or a touch to ease the mounting tension. She walked towards me swaying her waist in a seductive manner, finally being so close to me. I couldn’t control my breathing seeing her that way, I held my breathe with he

Lucille’s povThe next day arrived far too quickly. I headed to school as I always did, but I walked through the halls as a different person. For the first time, I felt truly seen, no longer invisible, but beautiful, wanted… loved.During practice, Laurel was out on the field with the rest of the cheerleading squad. We couldn’t stop stealing glances at one another, long, dark, lingering stares that pulled at my focus. We were lucky no one noticed. I was supposed to be training on the track, but I lost count of how many races I dropped. It was completely out of character, Lucille Parker never loses a race, unless I’m utterly distracted. I could hear whispers from my teammates complaining of my being distracted, they couldn’t make out what it is and my distraction was standing right there in front of me.She swayed her hips, those same hips I’d held close just nights before and the way her blonde hair caught the sunlight, looking as bright as day, I was mesmerized. I watched the way her

Lucille’s pov As we spent everyday together in our study time together, doing all nasty things from the comfort of our fingers to the rubbing of clits. Sometimes Laurel would bring toys, and I found myself falling in love with the new sensations they unlocked. We grew very close that our bond seemed unbreakable, we acted like strangers in public and tireless lovers in private. I had been with her in a thousand ways and more and I loved every bit of it, I learnt so many things from our intimacy and it built a strong and deep connection between us. I was no longer the shy girl that always covered my body, I was the open girl ready for every action, ready to suck that nipple, to rub that clit to do all sorts of nasty things. I had become open and accepting, every day felt like something new and I was quick to adapt to every style and every touch.Whatever we had lasted so long under the roof of our parents and none of them found out till it got too intense, too raw, too close. We sp

Lucille’s povShe moved close to me in a romantic way, holding my waist then she leaned in to kiss me, I hesitated a bit before I let her. I felt anxious but I didn’t want her to notice so I played along. Her hands began to survey every curve of my body while I stood there, rooted and stiff. “Lucille…loosen up, it’s rolling”. she whispered against my lips.The reminder of the camera only made it worse. I felt watched, exposed. I tried to loosen up to make her happy. My hands began to trace her back line as I caught her bra and unbuckled it like a pro. Our kiss deepened as we moved closer to the bed. She helped me take off my night gown and I helped her with hers then she whispered into my ears. “It would have been more sexier if we had our matching lingerie on”. We both giggled as she spoke, the atmosphere became less tensed and I was beginning to loosen up. Fuck I loved the taste of her lips, that alone made me forget there was a camera rolling. We lay bare on the bed together, o

Lucille’s povI gritted my teeth, the thoughts of her words haunting me. What could she possibly mean? What could the problem be? I had never seen Laurel like that before, so bitter, frustrated, and consumed by a dark, regretful rage. The memory of that scene hung over the rest of my day like a dark cloud. I was disturbed that I was so distracted at everything I couldn’t wait for the school hours to be over and the day to pass by.After school, I spent the whole day alone and I spent the night alone in the hollow comfort of my bed, thinking about her words. How did I betray her? The words kept ringing back in my mind while I solicited for answers digging into every moment we spent together, every shared conversation trying to know my faults, where I had gone wrong or said something wrong but there wasn’t any clue.paranoid, I stood on my feet, waiting the whole night for her to come, maybe we could sit down and talk it out but that night, she didn’t show up. I waited longer but as the