George protested and denied just as Faith expected her -- no, anticipated her doing. Why George still tried to convince herself that sexuality needed to be repressed even when she was willing to embrace it in Faith's arms or Chloe's; or Jack's; or Bill's; Faith still didn't have a clue.
George spoke words of denial, but her body welcomed Faith's advances. Everything from the hitch of her breath, to the slight tensing and rubbing of her hips against Faith's and the hand that rested loosely on the small of Faith's back.
Faith chuckled into George's hair and wondered if George realized how her body moved against Faith's. (She'll probably say it's just to get away.) That was part of George's sexiness, her resistance. Of course, she'd be just as sexy if she stopped resisting, too. A quick nip of George's ear delivered a soft gasp and a halfway convincing THWAP! to Faith's back
( ... )
Faith's hand was under her shirt now, stroking George's skin. Any moment now she'd try to cop a feel. And she was writhing around on top of George in that boneless way she had, rubbing her groin against George and making a point of pressing her breasts against George's. Faith's nipples were getting hard too; George could feel them stiffening as she dragged them across George's body, separed only by the thin material of their shirts
( ... )
However Faith may have presented herself, she did know when to back off. Anyone with eyes and half a brain - and half an idea of how much parents could fuck your head up - could see that George lapsed back into her repressive, freaked out, guilty state of mind. That meant that right now, at this moment, George would deny herself Johnny Depp or George Clooney or any other Hollywood hottie, just to prove that she wasn't a wanton slut
( ... )
George surveyed the camp, mostly to give her an excuse for not looking at Faith just now. People really didn't seem to be paying them any attention. Not that all that many people were up and about yet. The luau had been a great success and had gone late into the night, much later than most people stayed up given the lack of convenient lighting.
She glanced at Faith out of the corner of her eye. Faith had retreated, sitting back and leaning on her hands. She'd backed off and she was making all the right noises. George didn't buy it for a moment.
George knew Faith too well after all this time on the island. When she got an idea in her head, she didn't let it go. George had pitched a fit and gotten her to back off for now but she'd bide her time and circle around and eventually come at it again from another direction.
Not for a while, though. George relaxed a little. And it wasn't like Faith was going to try to force her to sleep with Daniel, after all. If she didn't want to, she didn't have to. All she had to do was say no. So why
( ... )
"Nah, it wasn't that hard." Faith tilted her head and flashed George a leering smile. "He wanted it. He really wanted it. He was just scared to let all that libido out to have a little fun. C'mon how can a man who restrains himself so much just not go wild when he finally explodes?"
"Because of you."
Faith raised her eyebrows, not missing the less than quiet accusation in George's voice. She decided not to call George on it. Yet. "Daniel didn't take that much convincing. I mean, two hot beautiful women who wanted to do him?" Faith tossed her hair extravagantly over one shoulder and modeled an over the top sultry pose, pouting over one shoulder at George. "How could he even want to say no?"
"And modest too," George quipped. There was still a bit of an edge to George's voice, enough that Faith knew the other woman hadn't totally relaxed just yet.
"Hell no. Modesty is for people who care what other people think." Wasn't that God's honest truth?
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George spoke words of denial, but her body welcomed Faith's advances. Everything from the hitch of her breath, to the slight tensing and rubbing of her hips against Faith's and the hand that rested loosely on the small of Faith's back.
Faith chuckled into George's hair and wondered if George realized how her body moved against Faith's. (She'll probably say it's just to get away.) That was part of George's sexiness, her resistance. Of course, she'd be just as sexy if she stopped resisting, too. A quick nip of George's ear delivered a soft gasp and a halfway convincing THWAP! to Faith's back ( ... )
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She glanced at Faith out of the corner of her eye. Faith had retreated, sitting back and leaning on her hands. She'd backed off and she was making all the right noises. George didn't buy it for a moment.
George knew Faith too well after all this time on the island. When she got an idea in her head, she didn't let it go. George had pitched a fit and gotten her to back off for now but she'd bide her time and circle around and eventually come at it again from another direction.
Not for a while, though. George relaxed a little. And it wasn't like Faith was going to try to force her to sleep with Daniel, after all. If she didn't want to, she didn't have to. All she had to do was say no. So why ( ... )
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"Because of you."
Faith raised her eyebrows, not missing the less than quiet accusation in George's voice. She decided not to call George on it. Yet. "Daniel didn't take that much convincing. I mean, two hot beautiful women who wanted to do him?" Faith tossed her hair extravagantly over one shoulder and modeled an over the top sultry pose, pouting over one shoulder at George. "How could he even want to say no?"
"And modest too," George quipped. There was still a bit of an edge to George's voice, enough that Faith knew the other woman hadn't totally relaxed just yet.
"Hell no. Modesty is for people who care what other people think." Wasn't that God's honest truth?
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