Her rough and calloused hands strumming her guitar strings with ease as she sings her song to you quietly. Her eyes, occasionally scanning over you to get an overview of your reaction to the lyrics.
"I just want to touch you all night long."
She looks at you as she says those last words, a smirk dawning her face. "What'd you think?" She sets the guitar aside, leaning back against the chair she was sat in.
"It was good, I enjoyed it." You chuckle. "The lyrics were a little erotic though, even for you."
Ellie laughs. "Erotic for me? You don't know who I am do you?" Ellie sits up, leaning forward against her knees. "I can get erotic." Those words cause your face to heat up, your skin getting small goosebumps. "I never said you couldn't, it's just that-" "That what? I'm too innocent or somethin? Not showing you correctly, cause I can show you."
She approaches you, standing over you. "Can I show you?" She says quietly.
Suddenly your spread out on her bed, your legs on her shoulders as she pumps her fingers in and out of your core. "Feel good yeah? Erotic enough for you?" She teases, curling her fingers to hit the one gummy spot within you that pulls a whine from your throat.
"Wait wait-!" You grip her hand, but she swats you away. "I'm tryna show you, you agreed to this remember?" She grins, plunging her fingers deeper into your walls. "Squeezing around my fingers like your enjoying this, so why are you tryna stop me?" She fake pouts, blowing softly against your clit. "E-ellie, m'close, gonna-" She curls her fingers once more, your head falling back against the bed. "Go ahead and cum for me pretty." She says softly in between your legs.
With one last groan of her name your juices flow onto her fingers, her pace slowing as she feels you tightening around her knuckles. "Did it feel good?" She laughs, causing you to sit up and close your legs.
My post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure has just updated! Read it here, for free on my Patreon! This is only the third installment of PART TWO, so it's still a great time to hop on board!! I just made a summary of the first part, here, which tells you basically everything you need to know about Lou, her unrequited(?) love, and the ill-advised journey she is beginning as of this update.
In the previous update, we found out (kind of) what the object of Lou's affection wrote to her in that heavily, heavily perfumed letter. In this update, she has to deal with what she learned. Her traveling companion/special delivery, Holliday, is being... quite nice? At least, comparatively? They have a bit of "And There Was Only One Bed" going on, in that they're sharing a tent made for one. That's fun, right? Sleepover!!
Excerpt under the cut!
“I’m sorry to have been the bearer of such bad news, Lou, truly I am,” she said. She stroked the back of Lou’s hung head. Lou was surprised to find she found the gesture comforting, not condescending or overly familiar.
“It’s not all bad,” Lou said, her head still resting face-down on her knees. Her voice sounded pinched and nasal to her own ears and her throat felt almost too tight to speak. The knees of her jeans were thoroughly soaked through with tears. “She said she loves me.”
“Oh,” Holliday said, her brows knitting together. She held her other hand to her chest. “Oh, you poor thing.”
“She said. Right? That she loves me back?” Lou said. “She did say.”
“Oh, honey,” Holliday said. She cupped Lou’s chin and tilted her face up, searching her face for something, but Lou didn’t know what. Her hand was not as soft as Lou had expected it to be since everything else about her was so refined. “Bless your heart.”
Something about having to meet her eye made the tears start back up with renewed vigor. It hurt. It hurt bad. She wanted to say that it wasn’t fair, but that wasn’t how these things worked and frankly, Venus was right. That only made it hurt more. She couldn’t even gnash her teeth and wail against the injustice of it all. Venus was right, she was never around. She was always away. She was unpredictable and unreliable. She’d been so happy to be a rolling stone, gathering no moss for so long and now it was biting her in the ass. Turned out, girls liked when you were a little mossy.