510 words. WotD: Frangible.
#####Cambria was a young, frangible soul, someone who seemed so terribly easy to break. This only increased the creamy Dahlian’s fondness for her, Lolita’s desire to make her feel good increasing by the minute. She wanted this to be a memorable meeting for the young girl, even if she was not remembered in face and name. It would not be very different from the way she handled most of her intimate meetings for her to be easily forgotten, although a piece of her deep within was hoping that the young Dreamer was not going to forget her any time soon, or ever. There was something special about knowing that she was this young girl’s first, even if Cambria had not actually specified this. The creamy hybrid simply knew it was true, even without confirmation. There were too many signs to ignore, and she was actually a little proud to be the one to introduce the girl to such pleasurable activities as sex.
#####Uncertain movements around her breast drew Lolita’s attention, and she smiled softly, nodding encouragingly at what she was doing. “That’s good,” she coaxed, her own breathing sharpening at the littlest bit of pressure from the young and inexperienced hands. Lolita wanted to encourage the girl to give as well as receive, but that was not as important as it was for her to make Cambria feel good. She could easily take care of herself later if needed, but she wanted the Dreamer to experience all that could be offered through intimacy and sex. It was not just pleasure that could come from it, but a sense of closeness and contact with another living individual—she need not tell Cambria that she was not actually alive, for she was certain that it might frighten the girl too much for her to be able to continue her administrations. She never found much personal closeness from sex anymore, not since Pippa, but she did not mind. She did not love anyone, and she did not kiss—that was fine with her, and actually preferred.
#####The shaking of the young girl’s legs went noticed immediately, and for a moment, she ceased the movements of her fingers, contemplating what should be done about Cambria’s trembling. It did not seem to be the type that came from fear, but rather, the complete opposite, so she shifted her weight, moving one hand under the girl’s shoulders and the other beneath her rear, laying her out on the floor. It would be better for her to be lying down, since this was so much new stimulation. Taking a moment to study the girl’s body thoughtfully, Lolita leaned next to her left side, her left hand returning to the warmth between her legs and her right hand resting on the young girl’s breast again. Lolita did not need much in return, especially since she was trying to help Cambria feel better and to take her mind off of that scary, scary man in the library. It seemed more than likely that she was succeeding at that task.
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