Come Undone

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“Sophia!” I yelled for the zillionth time. “We’re late.”I stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting less than patiently. I could hear her rummaging around up there. I’d told her in no uncertain terms that we absolutely needed to leave by seven at the latest, and here I was shouting at her at twenty past. I’d turned into my mum. Great. “Two minutes. It’ll be worth it…” Her teasing voice floated down. I sighed. That little minx would be the death of me. My mum would kill me if I was late for my dad’s birthday party. I could just hear her clipped tones. ‘Your brother and sisters managed to be on time. If I’d meant 8.30pm, I’d have said 8.30pm.’I sighed. Families. You couldn’t pick ‘em. My brother and two sisters weren’t lez-bee-ahns. That was the way she said it, like it was a wholly unfamiliar word. Careful pronunciation needed in case of offense. She’d repeated it like that when I’d told her. ‘You’re a lez-bee-ahn?’ Her mouth had frozen on that last syllable in startled incredulity. That was ten years ago now, but I still wasn’t quite sure I was forgiven.I opened my mouth to yell again when I heard the bedroom door slam shut and Sophia came running for the stairs. She bounded down, all repressed energy and dark curls and whipped her hands behind her back when she saw me, then sidled up to me.“Got something for you,” she grinned.God help me.I raised an eyebrow and waited.“I ordered it aaages ago and nearly forgot. Sorry it took me so long to find it.”With a flourish, she brought her hands round and presented me with a really cute little box. I took it gingerly. I didn’t recognise the logo.“Come on, just open it, were going to be late,” she admonished.Cheeky git.I opened the box and delved into layers of tissue before removing the item and holding it up by my fingertips. To call it underwear would be reaching. It looked like a g-string with a gold bit where the crotch would go and behind the gold bit was a bulbous blue protrusion which looked like it would nestle against your clit at one end and disappear inside you at the other.Damn her. I really wanted to see what it felt like.“Umm Sophia, we’re going to a family party. I’m not sure this is appropriate.”She pouted. Sophia was a champion pouter.“But Elle, it’s a present. Pleeeeease can you wear it? Look, I got one similar.”She pulled her dress up to show me. It was different in design to the one I was holding. I couldn’t tell if anything was inside her, but the crotch part was a golden circle which nestled around her clit, framing it beautifully and leaving it proudly on display. As I stared she licked her finger and slicked it over her little nub, groaning a little.“Please, Elle. I’ll be so turned on anyway, but the thought of you wearing that will make it so much more thrilling. Please…”Goddamit.I tore my eyes away from her gorgeous pink clit and held the g-string out to her as I extricated myself from my panties. Whooping in glee, she knelt at my feet and had me step into the contraption while I held my dress up. Beşevler escort bayan She took her time shimmying the little dildo part back and forth until it was nestled neatly inside me, the tip of the jewel flush against my pierced clit.“Perfect,” she announced, planting a kiss on my hairless snatch and kneeling back to admire it. “How does it feel?”I took a testing step. Hoo boy, I was going to be feeling that all night!“Very strange,” I grinned, as I let my dress fall back to mid thigh. Why did it seem so much shorter now than when my ass was decently clad in actual panties with actual material? I could feel the string ride up high between my buttocks. The dildo part was fairly small but it was definitely making its presence felt and the rounded nub against my clit was umm, insistent.I took a couple of testing steps back and forth and had to swallow an audible gasp. This was going to be a long night. I turned to see Sophia standing by the open door, tapping her watch. The unholy amusement on her face was the only thing that saved her from a poke in the eye as I grabbed my jacket off the kitchen table and flounced past her.The taxi made good time, so we weren’t more than fashionably late. I only got the beady eye from my mother, rather than an actual lecture. Sophia got more of a glare, but she was an expert in all things mother-in-law. Taking her hands, she leaned in, kissed her cheek and launched into an enthusiastic monologue of how fantastic she looked and how lovely her dress was and how beautifully decorated the house was. I shifted on my feet trying to ignore my clit and let Sophia win my grudging mother over for the umpteenth time.It wasn’t that she didn’t like Sophia, that would be nigh on impossible. People just liked her. She was petite, friendly and beautiful. It would have been like kicking a puppy. But she was a lez-bee-ahn. And she’d made her youngest daughter a lez-bee-ahn. I could have been a doctor or a lawyer, but no, I’d left university early and became a professional lesbian. I’m convinced my mother actually thought they were mutually exclusive life choices. I’d actually left university because I was fed up and broke. The lesbian thing came later. Having money was way more fun than another four years of people telling me what to do, so I’d ditched it and taken a crash course in floristry. I liked flowers. They were happy and colourful and best of all, they died and people had to come and get more. Winner winner chicken dinner. As it transpired I had a knack for it, and so I’d managed to progress from mobile stall, to static stall in a mall to having my own little store in the space of a few years. That was where I’d met Sophia. She’d come in looking for tulips and left me with her number and the soft imprint of her lips on mine. To this day I’m still not sure how she managed it. She dazzled me. Best part was, I’d been fairly sure I was straight.I was jolted out of my reminiscence by a hearty slap on my Escort Çankaya ass. I yelped as everything down there tingled and cursed myself for not being more aware of my surroundings. Rule number one at a Taylor family party. Never lose track of drunk Uncle Mike. He wasn’t an actual uncle, but he’d been a family friend for ever. Mum and dad remained blissfully ignorant to the number of times he’d gotten drunk and tried to feel up me or my sisters since Aunt Alice had divorced him a few years back. He never remembered when he was sober and he’d have been mortified, so generally we let it slide and just kept a lookout.“Hi, Uncle Mike.” I quickly kissed his cheek and danced out of grabbing distance. “Lovely to see you, just going to get a drink.”I could see Sophia pissing herself laughing as I hurriedly backed away. I glared at her and she blew me a kiss. It was alright for her, I thought sourly. She’d never been accosted by Uncle Octopus. She met me by the gin bar and started pouring me a mitigating double.“Sorry,” she announced, not sounding anything of the sort. “I was just leaving your mum when I saw him make a beeline for you. He must like the dress.” She smirked at that, then added in a low growl, “Good thing he doesn’t know what’s under it.”I squirmed at her tone and felt the g-string shifting inside me. Sophia took a sip of her gin and watched me with those knowing dark eyes. “I bet you can’t wait until I slide my tongue all up in that pussy of yours.”I looked around, alarmed, but no-one was close enough to hear her, thank god. Just two girls at a party, getting some gin. Nothing to see here.“My clit is so swollen,” she informed me, matter-of-factly as she turned to survey the room. “I’m about 30% of my way to orgasm already and I haven’t even touched myself since we’ve been here.”How she kept her face so straight and innocent was beyond me. My gin threatened to spill from my glass as I shook with lust. The minx knew her dirty talk was turning me on even more.“Let’s see, Elle, it’s 8.30 now,” she continued, shamelessly. “At precisely 9pm, I plan to have my tongue buried in that needy cunt of yours. Until then, go mingle.”With that she waltzed off, leaving me a dripping mess by the gin bar. I was actually worried I might be dripping. Between the constant stimulation, the dirty talk and the complete absence of any absorbent material guarding my nether region, it was a distinct possibility.The next half an hour was pure torture. I mingled with family members, hugged my dad, avoided my mother, chatted inanely to family friends, avoided my mother, made innocuous small talk, avoided my mother and glanced at the clock twenty million times. Why wasn’t it moving? Was it broken? I glared at it, convinced it had stopped at the ten to mark. After twenty minutes the big hand moved to nine minutes to. I scowled again. My pussy was aflame. Why did I let her talk me into these things. The witch had befuddled my brain.“Eleanor…”I froze. Shit. Cebeci escort Rule number two at a Taylor family party. Avoid my mother. What the fuck was wrong with me tonight? I only had two rules. She must have cursed me. That little devil had stolen my senses and put a curse on me. I plastered a smile to my face and turned.“Hi mum, great party.”She regarded me with her usual candid enthusiasm, which was an expression that somehow perfectly conveyed vague disappointment that I didn’t have letters after my name, with a vague irritation that she couldn’t actually find much to fault me with. I did okay work wise. I’d pretty much been on time tonight. I’d worn a dress and made myself up nicely. I knew the drill.I’m genuinely not sure if she’d just have stared at me suspiciously until she found something to fault, but Sophia thankfully had remembered the rules this time. She hurried over, gave my mum her most disarming smile and hooked her arm through mine.“Hi, Mrs T. Sorry to interrupt, but do you have more ice? The gin bar is out.”Ah, the only thing my mum hated more than my life choices. Looking like a bad hostess.“There’s none?” She look aghast. “There was plenty…” She didn’t even finish the sentence, but hurried away. Sophia smiled innocently at me, but I knew her too well.“What did you do?”“Me, what now?” Her sincerity was irrefutable. I arched a brow and waited. Finally she smirked. “Fine. There was plenty. Until I decided her giant potted ferns looked a little on the warm side.”I chuckled. I had to hand it to her, she was a minx but she generally came through.“Besides,” she added, nodding towards the clock, where time had apparently restarted and which was now showing a minute to nine, “I have a prior appointment and you know how I hate being late. Follow me, please.”My heart was racing again as she took me by the hand and out the open patio doors. She nodded amiably at people on the way down the garden, acting like she didn’t have a care in the world and was just out for a stroll and some warm evening air. I think I was smiling but it could have been a grimace as walking more than a couple of steps was causing the g-string to really grind against my already wet pussy. I could definitely feel wetness on my thighs and it was all I could do to keep the pace steady and not bolt for the small wooden summer house at the bottom of the garden.No one else was near this end of the garden and I was fairly sure we weren’t spotted ducking inside but, to be honest, by that point I didn’t care. Sophia closed the door behind her and leant against it, watching me. She pulled her dress up to her waist and showed me her beautifully framed clit.“Look how swollen and needy it is, Elle,” she whispered, fingering it slowly. “I’ve been going mad waiting for you. Knowing we’re both so aroused.”I don’t know who drooled more. Me or my pussy. Sophia still dazzled me. Years later and one look just killed me. I loved this conniving little pixie, who could make me come undone with her words and talk me into situations I’d never have contemplated, left to my own devices.“Let me see you,” she pleaded, letting her dress fall back down. She guided me down onto the wicker loveseat and dropped to her knees in front of me. She stared up at me with those beautiful dark eyes. “I need to taste you.”

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