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Even now it was clear that this event would be burned into Cambria's memory for the rest of her life. Not many were able to forget their first sexual encounter, especially not one such as the Marino girl. There wasn't a single person she had met that she did not remember and most of them were not having the profound effect upon her life that the Dahlian female was having. Of course right now all that existed was the moment. For once she wasn't worrying about what the consequences would be or what the future would hold after this. She was completely stuck in the here and now and the true, lasting effects of this encounter would not be felt until later. Still, Lolita would not be someone she would ever forget. How could she, when the woman was helping her bloom into maturity? How could she ever forget the way her body reacted under that expert touch? No, this was helping to form the girl, whether she realized it or not.
The verbal encouragement made her feel more confident in her movements and so she continued to caress the pale angel, though with more surety now. Her fingers rubbed the other's breast, massaging and squeezing, hoping it was all making Lolita feel good. The youth's ignorance on the matter made her wonder why she had never seen anyone touch someone else this way before. If this felt so good why had she never seen anyone doing it before? It escaped her that what they were engaging in was a highly personal and private act for the most part, only occurring behind closed doors. The social mores of these acts were beyond her knowledge. Really all she knew was it felt good and she was enjoying the way that Lolita was handling her. It made her feel good, important, wanted. She loved feeling those things.
Cambria almost didn't notice the cessation of stimulation with the blast of firings that had just lit up her brain like a Christmas tree. Even her vision had seemed to go bright for a moment, hazy around the edges. Being touched down there was like nothing else, even entirely different from the caresses Lolita's hand made on her breast. The girl was only vaguely aware that she was being repositioned, lowered so that she was laying on the ground instead of kneeling. The shaking in her legs stopped, her body recollecting after that initial blast of sensation. Her eyes met with Lolita's, a small smile growing on her lips as her angel looked over her. Then the stimulation returned, both between her legs and on her chest. She drew in a sharp intake of breath, her back arching slightly at the combined touches, and then it was released in a soft moan. Instinctively her legs parted further, giving Lolita better access. The girl was completely intoxicated and would do anything the older fey wished her to.
Even now it was clear that this event would be burned into Cambria's memory for the rest of her life. Not many were able to forget their first sexual encounter, especially not one such as the Marino girl. There wasn't a single person she had met that she did not remember and most of them were not having the profound effect upon her life that the Dahlian female was having. Of course right now all that existed was the moment. For once she wasn't worrying about what the consequences would be or what the future would hold after this. She was completely stuck in the here and now and the true, lasting effects of this encounter would not be felt until later. Still, Lolita would not be someone she would ever forget. How could she, when the woman was helping her bloom into maturity? How could she ever forget the way her body reacted under that expert touch? No, this was helping to form the girl, whether she realized it or not.
The verbal encouragement made her feel more confident in her movements and so she continued to caress the pale angel, though with more surety now. Her fingers rubbed the other's breast, massaging and squeezing, hoping it was all making Lolita feel good. The youth's ignorance on the matter made her wonder why she had never seen anyone touch someone else this way before. If this felt so good why had she never seen anyone doing it before? It escaped her that what they were engaging in was a highly personal and private act for the most part, only occurring behind closed doors. The social mores of these acts were beyond her knowledge. Really all she knew was it felt good and she was enjoying the way that Lolita was handling her. It made her feel good, important, wanted. She loved feeling those things.
Cambria almost didn't notice the cessation of stimulation with the blast of firings that had just lit up her brain like a Christmas tree. Even her vision had seemed to go bright for a moment, hazy around the edges. Being touched down there was like nothing else, even entirely different from the caresses Lolita's hand made on her breast. The girl was only vaguely aware that she was being repositioned, lowered so that she was laying on the ground instead of kneeling. The shaking in her legs stopped, her body recollecting after that initial blast of sensation. Her eyes met with Lolita's, a small smile growing on her lips as her angel looked over her. Then the stimulation returned, both between her legs and on her chest. She drew in a sharp intake of breath, her back arching slightly at the combined touches, and then it was released in a soft moan. Instinctively her legs parted further, giving Lolita better access. The girl was completely intoxicated and would do anything the older fey wished her to.