(Been two months since the last part here, so here’s the new one. Enjoy!)
Hannah was less inebriated by the time they reached their porch, managing to unlock the door.
“Going to nap,” she yawned. “Catch you two later.” She slunk off to her room.
Lydia and Jasmine were left alone in the living room. They went to the kitchen to unload the groceries.
“Sorry about Hannah,” Lydia apologized, as she placed the beer in the refrigerator. “She usually doesn’t act like this.”
“No, it’s okay,” Jasmine reassured her soothingly. “It’s harmless. Besides, it was fun to see her so happy and herself!”
“I don’t think she was herself…,” Lydia grimaced. “Yes, she’s often talkative and loud with people, but this was different…she was drawing way too much attention to herself in public. Unnecessarily so.” She lowered her head in shame.
The servant girl placed a hand on her slumped shoulder.
“It’s good you care about Hannah, Lydia. If you’re concerned about her, I would say talk to her when she wakes up. When she’s sober, at least.”
Lydia nodded, agreeing. Jasmine turned her around to face her. She lowered her hand from the shoulder to her upper arm, squeezing it gently.
“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” Jasmine reassured her again. Lydia looked into her large, kind eyes, and she want to believed her. She gave her a small, albeit tentative, smile in return.
“Is there anything I can do to cheer you up? I don’t want to see you so sad,” the servant girl asked, stroking her arm lightly.
Lydia shrugged, uncertain what could lift her spirits up when she was worried about her cousin.
“Not sure,” she mumbled, biting her lip.
Jasmine lowered her hand again, down to her own hand. She took her hand and, without a word, took them to her bedroom. Lydia had a feeling what was going to happen, and while the feeling made her nervous, she embraced it as well.
Closing the door behind them, Jasmine closed the gap between their bodies. Lifting her mahogany eyes to her grey ones, she placed a hand on her cheek as she placed a soft kiss on her mouth.
“We’ll go slow,” the servant girl whispered. Slowly, Jasmine unzipped her own dress before letting it slide to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her under gown, as she had seen her in the night before.
Lydia felt the room get hotter, and her heart beating rapidly as Jasmine started doing the zipper on her dress. Shyly, she slipped out of attire, leaving her in nothing but her bra and underwear.
The servant girl guided her to the bed. She sat on the bed’s edge as Jasmine sat on her lap, her small hands cradling her face. Lydia stifled a groan as the servant girl placed small kisses along her neck, before her lips met hers. Tentatively, she placed her hands on Jasmine’s small breasts, feeling their soft firmness. She felt the servant girl’s breathing hitch, and she could tell that she was arousing her.
Lydia lifted Jasmine’s under gown, removing it to see more of her body. Small as she already was, Jasmine looked even smaller in her underwear, and nothing more. Lydia gasped, as she’d never seen another near-naked person, especially one who was so beautiful.
“Hold me,” Jasmine whispered, her soft eyes commanding. She embraced her, feeling smooth, tender skin. Delicately, she traced her fingers down the servant girl’s spine, admiring her creamy, cocoa complexion that made her fall in love with her in the first place.
Slowly, Jasmine lowered her onto the bed, continuing to kiss her lips and neck. Her dark hands traveled from her shoulders down to her hips where she grasped her underwear, as in anticipation of removing it.
Lydia’s eyes widened, and Jasmine could sense a mixture of fear and lust.
“Do you—do you want me to…?” the servant girl asked. Lydia could feel her own heart pounding, and her core throbbing. She clenched her jaw and nodded.
The servant girl slipped her underwear off, discarding it right beside her. She kissed the insides of her thigh, making her twitch. Lydia felt her hot breath against her core, and she felt her insides becoming moist from the contact.
Her breath hitched as she felt Jasmine enter her, inhaling sharply at every stroke. Some were fast, some slow. She could tell that Jasmine was enjoying pleasuring her, taking in every moan and groan she gave. The servant girl moaned in response, loving the taste Lydia was giving off, only for her.
Lydia cursed quietly, enjoying this new experience, but hoping that she wouldn’t be too loud for Hannah to wake up from her nap. Jasmine wasn’t making it easy for her, though, each stroke intensifying as she got into a steady rhythm.
She gasped sharply as she felt the servant girl’s small, tender fingers take over. She had to stifle a loud moan as she felt the fingers pump in and out, with the occasional back and forth inside. The intensity was at its peak as she let the pleasure take over, signified by the heavy breathing that she no longer cared to silence.
“Stay with me,” Jasmine murmured next to her ear as she continued to pleasure her. “Stay with me, Lydia, you’re almost there…” she started as Lydia finally succumbed, the pleasure rolling over her body like waves, multiple times. Calmness ensued, and Lydia, out of breath, placed a hand over her eyes, at once exhausted, but at once slightly embarrassed at the ordeal, which lasted no longer than twenty seconds.
“Lydia…Lydia…are you well? What’s the matter?” Jasmine asked, voice concerned. She gently removed Lydia’s hand from her face to peer into her grey eyes, slightly unfocused. “Was it that bad? Did I do a bad job…?”
“No, no,” Lydia waved a hand dismissively. “It-it was wonderful. But I don’t know, it’s my body. Don’t know what’s wrong with it…”
“What do you mean?”
“Uh, well, I- I didn’t last long…” she eeked out sheepishly, refusing to meet Jasmine’s large eyes.
The servant girl was confused for a moment before she responded with a soft giggle.
“Lydia…,” she started, pushing a curl back from her shy face. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is if you enjoyed it.”
“Well, then…it was incredible,” she responded, her spirits lifting as she saw Jasmine’s face light up. Squealing giddily, she buried herself into the crook of her arm, snuggling close to her.
“I’m so glad. I was so nervous and afraid that I wasn’t doing my best.”
“Are you kidding? I was nervous that I wasn’t showing it enough!”
They both laughed, realizing their assumptions were unnecessary.
A moment of silence passed. Jasmine spoke up.
“Lydia…I really like you.”
She felt her insides swell with joy, her cheeks slowly flushing as she laughed softly in embarrassment and pleasure. She turned to look at the brown-eyed servant girl, who looked at her in anticipation. She swallowed nervously.
“I-I like you, too, Jasmine.”
The servant girl took her hand, weaving her fingers with hers.
“I hope what we’ve just done doesn’t…change anything? About how we feel about each other?”
“Yes, it does…,” Jasmine looked startled. “But for the better. I feel stronger about you than before. And I want to be with you.”
The servant girl smiled and kissed her hand.
“That’s good to hear.”
Lydia gave another moment of silence before speaking.
“And about Ben…”
“Yes, I know. It’s going to be hard, but I’ll have to break the news to him.”
“But when? And how?”
“I’m going home for the next weekend. I’ll see him then. I’ll tell him that I met a pretty girl like you, and that I only see him as a brother.” Lydia flushed when she mentioned her beauty.
“But how will he react? Will it be bad?”
“I think he already knows,” Jasmine answered slowly, reflecting. “I think he’s noticed the changes to our relationship for years now. And I can tell he’ll be heartbroken, because he does love me, but I think since we’ve known each other for so long, we know whom we love and want to be with.”
“I hope he doesn’t hurt you,” Lydia whispered protectively. Jasmine cupped the side of her face as she gave her a small kiss.
“Don’t worry; he won’t.”
“Please tell me how it goes.”
“Of course I will. Don’t worry, Lydia. I appreciate your concern, but I have to handle this. I’ll be strong, as strong as you are.” The servant girl stroked her lips, loving how soulfully Lydia looked at her. With a mixture of longing and tenderness.
The two girls lay there for a while, too comfortable in each other’s arms to want to move. Lydia hesitated before speaking.
“Um…since you pleasured me, I want to do the same. But I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to make a mistake. I really want to, though…”
“It’s okay, Lydia. I really you to, too. But if you’re not ready, we can wait another day. Only when you’re comfortable to want to learn and do it. It won’t matter, because I really like you all the same.”
“Is it fine if we could give it some time?”
“Yes, absolutely! Whatever makes you happy. I want you to be in the good state of mind, instead of it feeling like a chore. No rush at all!”
Jasmine traced the side of her jaw, reassuring her. Lydia lowered her eyes in demurred pleasure, which the servant girl found endearing. She loved how shy she was, but also expressive in loving. Feeling hungry for more contact, she kissed her soft mouth. Jasmine’s core throbbed as Lydia groaned softly when she deepened the kiss with her tongue. She could tell that Lydia was just as lost in her as she was, and they continued, growing even more passionately at each touch…
…to be continued…
— The Finicky Cynic
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