Post by Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe on Apr 15, 2014 22:23:21 GMT -6
Devyn certainly seemed more than a little willing to help. Zoe was nearly panting already, her body feeling warm and her desire to shed the clothing nearly overwhelming her good sense. At the rate their relationship was going, Zoe would have to tie complicated knots in her clothing or lock herself up tight whenever she went to see Devyn. Clearly she couldn't manage much in the way of her own resistance. At the request to remove more clothing, Zoe had to look down. She really couldn't, since she'd had the politeness to remove her shoes before really entering Devyn's room. "Sorry," she said, giggling a little, "you'll have to deal with what I've got on, I'm afraid."
Though that didn't seem to worry Devyn. Zoe watched as her girlfriend removed a few articles, wondering if Devyn was planning on stripping. Zoe wasn't entirely certain whether she should be advising against that or encouraging it. She certainly planned to stare; Devyn wasn't the only one wondering what her girlfriend looked like naked. Would there be scars? That thought actually excited Zoe a little more, and she nearly wanted to admit it aloud.
Zoe walked back, with not a little urging from Devyn, eventually hitting the bed. She let out a little squeal as she fell back, covering her mouth with her hands and blushing. She practically glowed with excitement though, wiggling a bit. Why shouldn't she be excited? Everything about this was appealing to her.
Music? Zoe giggled again. "Do you have anything that doesn't sound like it's been through a garbage disposal?" she asked, her eyes dancing for a moment. She squirmed then, biting her lip as she glanced at the bed, her gloved hand running through it and then looking up at Devyn. "It's not going to hurt, is it? In the books it always hurts at first but then gets better because the skilled lover makes it feel good, and you're obviously skilled and--" Zoe bit her lip, flushing. She'd just technically compared Devyn to the hero(ine) of a romance novel, and she wasn't sure that her girlfriend was going to appreciate that.
Though that didn't seem to worry Devyn. Zoe watched as her girlfriend removed a few articles, wondering if Devyn was planning on stripping. Zoe wasn't entirely certain whether she should be advising against that or encouraging it. She certainly planned to stare; Devyn wasn't the only one wondering what her girlfriend looked like naked. Would there be scars? That thought actually excited Zoe a little more, and she nearly wanted to admit it aloud.
Zoe walked back, with not a little urging from Devyn, eventually hitting the bed. She let out a little squeal as she fell back, covering her mouth with her hands and blushing. She practically glowed with excitement though, wiggling a bit. Why shouldn't she be excited? Everything about this was appealing to her.
Music? Zoe giggled again. "Do you have anything that doesn't sound like it's been through a garbage disposal?" she asked, her eyes dancing for a moment. She squirmed then, biting her lip as she glanced at the bed, her gloved hand running through it and then looking up at Devyn. "It's not going to hurt, is it? In the books it always hurts at first but then gets better because the skilled lover makes it feel good, and you're obviously skilled and--" Zoe bit her lip, flushing. She'd just technically compared Devyn to the hero(ine) of a romance novel, and she wasn't sure that her girlfriend was going to appreciate that.