Page 138 of Unspoken Truths

I’m dreaming,but it feels too good to be a dream. Whimpering, I writhe as someone licks my clit like an ice cream before sucking on it. I don’t feel uncomfortable or unsafe, I’m warm and feel really good.

My core is tight, my pussy is clamping down on fingers slowing fucking me, and I’m starting to wake up.

“Are you going to be asleep when you come on my face, sweet girl?” Lili asks, making me huff out something that sounds between a whimper and a laugh.

My fingers twist the sheets as I gasp next, opening my eyes to find Lili between my thighs, her caramel eyes sparkling. Pushing my thigh up to the side before she pins it down, she goes back to licking, sucking, and rubbing as she eats me out. It doesn’t bother me to be pinned down by her, and I’ve come a long way since being woken up by someone like this would usually be a trigger for me.

Lili mentioned a week ago that she’d like to do this and I agreed, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t have freaked out on her. This was a gamble, but, oh God, one that feels incredible.

“Lili,” I moan, my pussy clamping on her fingers, greedy for more. “Please.”

“You’re in control,” she murmurs. “Come for me.”

A little more coaxing has my toes curling as I silently cry out, shuddering through my release. Breathing hard, I smile as Lili crawls up my body to lay beside me. I slept in a pair of panties and a long sleeved shirt last night, not wanting to wear pants. I’m taking full advantage of knowing no one will be walking in or knocking.

It’s just us here.

“Was that okay?” she asks. “I know fantasy and reality are very different things…”

“No trigger, and it felt really good,” I whisper, turning to face her. “I didn’t once feel panicked, either.”

“Good,” she says with a happy sigh. “It’s our last day here. Can you believe a week and half passed so quickly?”

It’s really difficult to believe, actually. The permanent marker is finally off my skin, and I can thank the baby oil for that. Not only does my skin feel super moisturized, I feel like myself again.

“Are you going to make me run today?” I tease her.

Lili has been having me run every day, which feels excessive, but there’s been a purpose to it. We run to breakfast, the beach, or once to the movies. Having a destination helps me keep my legs moving, and it’s improving my pacing as well. For example, I no longer sound as if I’m dying from oxygen deprivation.

“No, I think we’ll take a break today,” she says. “I do think we should meet before school every day to run, though. Maybe two times a week we can go to the pool at the country club? I can reserve it for an hour.”

“I clearly haven’t seen very much of Portland yet,” I tell her.

“Junior year will be busy, but not like last year,” she promises. “The new people will still be in place, I’ll open the Newspaper Club to replace those who graduated. This way, I’m no longer the gopher. I want to take you out to football games, on dates, show you more of Portland.”

“I’d love that,” I admit. “Here’s to hoping junior year brings better things.”

A knock on the door of our rental makes me jump, glancing at Lili.

“I got it,” she says. “Your dad asked me to bring my knives and a gun. Get dressed and we’ll go to breakfast.”

Getting up, she walks out in her adorable shorts and top, but not before pulling a gun from her backpack and a magazine clip which she smoothly slides in. I swear, I’m dating Mafia Combat Barbie.

Sighing, I stand up and walk to my bag to change, since my panties are now lost somewhere in the sheets. Dressing in a cute sundress now that I finally feel comfortable enough to do so, I walk to the door where I hear Lili arguing with someone.

“Lili, I’m sorry!” Ignacio yells, stopping my feet in their tracks.

“No,” I whisper, drawing my girlfriend’s attention.

Still watching Ignacio with a gun drawn on him, she shakes her head.

“Come here, Rachelle. There’s a stun gun hidden in that front hall table if you want it,” she says.

Moving closer, I open the drawer slower to find that she’s telling the truth. Lili hasn’t ever lied to me that I know of. Lifting the weapon in faint amusement, I walk over to see Ignacio standing on our cute front porch. He looks really out of place there.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I say, my voice raspy and ruined.

I’m holding onto tendrils of myself right now. My anxiety is spiking hard, and my voice is the first place right now that it’s showing. I didn’t expect to see him.

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