But I Am A Lesbian! (Filthy Education Series) Read Free Page B

walk back to the cafe,
sit down and watch the same scene I have seen so often in the
moments of sadness that followed when I thought that escape was
impossible.
    "It's possible," I say to myself, not caring
what others think. "Completely."

THE BEACH
    Sara's smaller body presses into my side as
I hold her, watching the surf flowing in. The sun is going down
now. I realize that our time with each other is going to be
short.
    "Can I ask something of you?"
    "What?" she murmurs happily from where her
head is rested on my shoulder.
    "Is it alright if I kiss you? I want to do
at least that before the sun goes down."
    She makes a happy sound and turns her head
up, lips pursed. I gently kiss her and pull her head in. There's
tears in my eyes now. I hold back the sobs that threaten to come to
avoid disturbing her. Right now I'm both grateful and sad: Grateful
that I met her and sad that I lost her today - the last day of my
life.
    My hand comes to her lap and runs down the
exposed area of flesh created by her dress riding up.
    "Hmmmm...?" she purrs.
    I turn my body and press her side on to the
sand. My hand works under her dress and finds her wet.
    "Are you sure?" she asks quietly. "We just
met."
    My eyes met hers. She sees the tears. I
smile.
    "If this was all I can have of you, I would
be glad for it."
    Something passes between us. I know she
suspects something is wrong with my situation. I kept mentioning
that this is my last day. The sun has about 15 minutes before it
reaches the point where it kisses the horizon. I don't have time to
explain. All I can do is make love to her now and hope that I can
carry that feeling on to the next life.
    My kisses are frantic at first. We both feel
the heat of the moment very keenly. It flows through us and seems
to grow like a fire in my chest. I slip a finger inside and find
that she is tighter than any woman I have ever experienced. Even
the one virgin that I slept with (my first) was not like this.
    "It's going to be hard," I whisper. "I
promise I'll make up for it if there's time."
    She turns and lies on her back, spreading
her legs and bringing me into her. Our bodies join at the hips,
just as they were designed to do, and I reach down to unzip and
shuffle around in my pants to bring myself out.
    "I'm sorry if it hurts," I whisper to her
between kisses. "I will try to be gentle."
    Bringing the tip to the hole, I slowly push
inwards. She is wet and tight. I moan loudly to the empty beach
that we are on (one that will remain empty until the explosion in
10 minutes or less time). Inside, her body is tensing and
contracting. I edge deeply, trying to get myself into her. My
manhood is not small and it is difficult for her to take a man like
me inside her tight flesh.
    "Keep trying," I urge. "Not long."
    I finally reaches the base and sigh. The
grip of her insides is like a vice crushing my length. It's painful
but not unpleasant. This is how a woman should be after years
without a man. I'm glad that I could be her first after such a long
time. It means a lot to me.
    Edging in and out, I take it very slow with
her. Sara's body might be made to arouse, but that doesn't mean I
shouldn't respect it with every stroke of my member.
    "Carl..." she whines in my ear as we make
love. Her eyes are locked on mine. They have that little crinkled
look that women's get when things are feeling truly good.
    "Sara..."
    My hands come up and pins hers to the sand.
I feel their small size and how they compliment mine. It feels
good, comfortable, holding her like this as my hips push forward
and back, spreading heaven through both of our bodies.
    "I'm going to..." she cries demurely.
    I punch in faster and harder and feel her
insides sucking hard on my stalk. It makes me cry out too. The
feeling is shocking because it makes her much tighter. I can feel
every single fold, curve and round of her inner body. It drives me
over the edge.
    White washes in. She cries out. I grab hold
of her and don't let go.
    "Incredible,"