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If she had known about Lolita's situation and how she had been hurt in the past it would have made the girl very sad. Someday she wanted to find someone to love her, as her father loved her mother. Relationships between men and women were all she had ever been exposed to and the thought that women could be with other women and men could be with other men had never occurred to her. So she had just assumed that someday, if she was lucky enough, a boy would start to like her and hopefully she wouldn't be too shy as to make him lose interest in her. While she didn't understand the feelings that were beginning to course through her, she knew she liked being with Lolita and she knew that a man would not be so gentle or caring with her. Cambria was a fragile creature, and needed to be handled with care. She knew not all boys were careless, but more often than not girls were much more sensitive. Nothing about this experience would be the same if she were with a boy and since this was so great she knew it couldn't feel better with a boy. The creamy Dahlian's caresses awakened an excitement in her that she didn't know existed.
The finger retreated and for a moment she worried that things would stop altogether, but Lolita continued to rub her as she had been before. It was amazing how in tune the older female was to the signs that she gave off, even if Cambria didn't realize that she was giving off any signals at all. There was no pressure for her to perform and no worries that she was being in any way taken advantage of. Her red haired angel had said that she would not hurt her and the girl believed those words wholeheartedly. Even more than that, she had made her forget about the nasty, bad man and was now feeling better than she thought she had ever felt. The other was clearly flesh and blood and not some heavenly creature, but that image was still held onto tightly by the youth and it only seemed more true with each happy wave that tingled through her body. Lolita's finger once again slipped inside her and involuntarily her hips moved to greet the touch. The heat in her loins was growing by the minute and she wanted to feel more, to be touched more.
If she had known about Lolita's situation and how she had been hurt in the past it would have made the girl very sad. Someday she wanted to find someone to love her, as her father loved her mother. Relationships between men and women were all she had ever been exposed to and the thought that women could be with other women and men could be with other men had never occurred to her. So she had just assumed that someday, if she was lucky enough, a boy would start to like her and hopefully she wouldn't be too shy as to make him lose interest in her. While she didn't understand the feelings that were beginning to course through her, she knew she liked being with Lolita and she knew that a man would not be so gentle or caring with her. Cambria was a fragile creature, and needed to be handled with care. She knew not all boys were careless, but more often than not girls were much more sensitive. Nothing about this experience would be the same if she were with a boy and since this was so great she knew it couldn't feel better with a boy. The creamy Dahlian's caresses awakened an excitement in her that she didn't know existed.
The finger retreated and for a moment she worried that things would stop altogether, but Lolita continued to rub her as she had been before. It was amazing how in tune the older female was to the signs that she gave off, even if Cambria didn't realize that she was giving off any signals at all. There was no pressure for her to perform and no worries that she was being in any way taken advantage of. Her red haired angel had said that she would not hurt her and the girl believed those words wholeheartedly. Even more than that, she had made her forget about the nasty, bad man and was now feeling better than she thought she had ever felt. The other was clearly flesh and blood and not some heavenly creature, but that image was still held onto tightly by the youth and it only seemed more true with each happy wave that tingled through her body. Lolita's finger once again slipped inside her and involuntarily her hips moved to greet the touch. The heat in her loins was growing by the minute and she wanted to feel more, to be touched more.