Page 41 of Deliverance

My mouth opens in protest, but the waiter is already grabbing our menus and moving to his next guest.

“That wasn’t what I was going to order!” I argue.

“I know. You were probably going to order a dry salad and then your stomach would groan and complain in hunger the rest of the day.”

I frown at that. “I don’t have an eating disorder, you know? I just like to stay healthy.”

Maggie nods as she rests her hand on my knee under the table.

“I know, but you’re plenty healthy. Let yourself have a little pleasure once in a while. Just because you haven’t had it before, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”

I’m having a hard time understanding if we are still talking about food or not. Maybe it applies to more than one thing here, or maybe I’m reading too much into her words. Either way, it doesn’t really matter. The next hour and a half is easily the most fun I’ve had in I don’t know how long.

For several consecutive minutes, we just laughed. Laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants; then Maggie made me laugh again. She’s so witty and charming, and her nonexistent filter makes for hilarious dinner conversation. Or any conversation, really.

I also feel more relaxed than I thought I would. I thought there would be all this pressure and expectations to be…in the moment, I guess? Romantic? I don’t know. I didn’t know what to expect going on a date with Maggie, but it’s better than I could have ever imagined. We talked and listened and laughed. It was like getting dinner with a really good friend. A really good friend that I am desperate to get naked with.

Maggie follows me as we drive home and when we reach our street, she parks to the side and calls me to tell me she’s waiting a few minutes so it doesn’t look like we are coming home together. Especially if her mom is suspicious of…whatever it is she must be thinking. I know that Maggie doesn’t hide who she is, but I appreciate her discretion with me. My father would definitely not be disapprovingly tolerant like her mother. No, if he knew, he would be volatile, to the both of us. Discretion is our best and safest choice.

When I pull up to the house, I notice that the lights are off inside, so everyone is either out or in bed. Perfect. Grabbing my purse, I make my way to the front door before entering the security code and slipping inside. I head straight for my bedroom, and once I’m behind closed doors, I decide to have a little fun.

Stripping off my dress, I settle on leaving my panties on, but since I’m not wearing a bra, it’s really all that is left on me. I kick off my shoes before slipping under my covers. After turning on the bedside lamp, I hold up my phone and snap a picture before sending it to Maggie.

Me: That dress was a little uncomfortable. I’m glad to be out of it.

Her response literally could not come faster.

Maggie: On my way

I grin happily as a minute or so goes by before Maggie sprints into my room, shutting and locking the door behind her. Her chest is heaving like she’s out of breath and a small gift bag is in her hand.

“What’s that?” I ask.

She sets it down on my desk as she shakes her head.

“It doesn’t matter.”

I don’t even get a moment to breathe before she is attacking me. She jumps onto the bed, grabbing my face in her hands before she begins devouring me. My pussy instantly throbs just at her lips on mine before she wiggles down my body, taking the blankets with her. Sitting up on her knees, she yanks the rest of the blankets off me, exposing me completely.

She stares down at me with a look of adoration for a moment before she covers my body with hers, tracing her lips all over my skin.

My eyes flutter shut as I lean into her touch, sighing and whimpering as she makes her way to my inner thigh. I feel her fingers slide beneath the strings of my thong before peeling it down my legs. I’m practically pulsing with need for the next touch. Her lips are so soft as they drag over my sensitive flesh before she pauses. I’m practically shaking in anticipation, and I open my eyes to see her staring at me. She gives me a small smile before flattening her tongue and running it through me.

“Oh my god!” I shudder as I grip the sheets beneath me.

She does it again and again, dragging her tongue through me as she starts playing with my clit. I spread my legs for her and she happily takes advantage of the easier access. Resting my thighs on her shoulders, she quite literally gives a new meaning to the word feasting.

Per usual with Maggie, my orgasm comes fast and out of nowhere. I swear she could justbreatheon me and I would fall apart. One more flick of her tongue against me and I lose it. I do my best to muffle my screaming as I hump and grind my release all over her face. She laps it up greedily, like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted before she comes up from between my legs.

As soon as she sits up, I launch myself into her arms. We fall onto the bed and land with a bounce as I cover my mouth with hers. I feel her lips curve into a smile as my hands move to the hem of her dress and begin pulling it over her head. Maggie raises her arms for me before I toss it to the side. Apparently, she wasn’t wearing a bra either, and I take full advantage by sucking her nipple into my mouth.

She moans at that, cupping the back of my head as she nods.

“Yes, baby. Fuck, you know how much I love it when you play with my tits.”

I release her with a pop before smirking.

“You know how much I love playing with them,” I say as I cup her other breast, running my thumb across her nipple.

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