Dear Waverly | Lesbian

by TristyPixie

Copyright© 2019 by TristyPixie

Romantic Sex Story: Tristy loved her girlfriend Waverly.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   Fiction   School   Oral Sex   Small Breasts   .

In the wash of new light, Tristy sat in a boring lesson. Yawn.

“Waverly, Waverly, Waverly,” Tristy sang to herself in a daze. Oh, with Tristy and her dear Waverly currently walls apart, Tristy longed for her girlfriend’s presence. With her hands on her cheeks, her elbows on the desk, Tristy rocked her head from side to side as she dreamt of her dear Waverly.

“Tristy, focus!” Michelle, the Arts Professor, snapped at a dreaming Tristy in order to wake her up. “You won’t get anywhere by daydreaming. Pay attention.”

‘You won’t get anywhere by daydreaming,’ daydreaming about her dear Waverly. Tristy sighed.

“Oops, sorry! I’m so sorry, professor!” Tristy apologised, she immediately snapped out of this trance and nervously smiled at the professor. She rubbed her throbbing temples as she glanced back at her sketchbook, to the figure model, and then to Waverly in her mind.

“Is everything alright, Tristy?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, professor.” Tristy smiled, returning to her work.

Just a usual day in Fine Arts class, it was part of the policy to have mobiles switched off, yet Tristy kept her mobile switched on silent as she felt the vibration of a text message buzzing in her jacket pocket.

“Hey, do you wanna hang out at lunch break?”

Under her desk, she read a private text message from her lovely girlfriend Waverly.

“Sure, do you wanna head to the comic store again?” Tristy replied.

After this text message was sent, Tristy returned to the piece in her sketchbook, a rough sketch of the figure model that was on display at the front of the class. It was part of her class assignment to have this sketch complete by the end of the lesson.

“I was maybe thinking about the park? It’ll be lunch break, so we won’t have enough time at your dorm,” Waverly put.

Tristy’s sorority resided just ten minutes away from the School of Art.

“Fine, whatever. I’ll see ya at lunch break, babe.” Tristy replied again.

As it turned out, the piece Tristy sketched for art class wound up resembling Waverly, perhaps it was her ... albeit nude. Oh, silly Tristy!

Tristy already felt butterflies in her stomach at the mere thought of spending time with her dear Waverly, albeit first, she had to take a quick trip to the bakery. It was two hours of Fine Arts class this morning, though once time struck twelve o’clock in the afternoon, it was time for lunch break and to have fun. The two of them were bound to be merry once lunch break was done! Wink, wink.

12:00 PM

The bakery was a converted cow barn, rustic on the outside and perfection on the inside. It was located near the reception. The loaves of bread were all local grain and full of variation. There were plaits and cobs, buns and cakes, soda breads and flatbreads ... so much. At lunch break, Tristy would always visit this bakery and buy something she was eager to try, and she would always spend time eating these baked goods with Waverly. It was during the fruits of the season, both Tristy and Waverly loved summertime.

Tray after tray in the display, she eyed the cakes and breads that were displayed in a seal glass cabinet. With murmurs and mutters, Tristy found it difficult to decide whether she wanted one of those cheesy twists or a pizza pocket, the usual baked goods sold at the University Bakery. She never really liked muffins, but anything cheesy she liked more. The baker watched her viewing the wide counter, eagerly waiting for her order.

“Are you ready, or are you just browsing what’s there?”

“Two pizza pockets, please!” Tristy requested the baker, feeling rushed. She handed the payment and in return, she received a little bag of her desired pizza pockets. After all, pizza was much better than chocolate.

Once this deed was complete, Tristy went out skipping to the University Quad just outside the campus. The magpies sang with her skips, and on the concrete ground, she found the path messy with oily chips. Eww to the last part! It was quite a lovely day with the sun in the sky, a typical sunny day for love to fly.

“WAVERLY,” Tristy waved. Tristy ran up to the bench to greet her dear girlfriend; she held out the little bag that contained the two pizza pockets to surprise Waverly. “Here, babe, have one.” Tristy beamed from ear-to-ear at the brunette lass, watching the girl already dig into the treat.

“You didn’t have to get this,” Waverly cackled. But she was glad Tristy bought these pizza pockets, though, so glad.

“I know pizza is your favourite,” Tristy winked. She sat on the bench beside Waverly, close enough to cuddle her.

Tristy and Waverly sat on the bench under an old oak tree whilst the lads threw a frisbee to each other on the green. There was a water fountain displayed in the centre of the Quadrant, and some footballs were scattered here and there on the patio. Stupid place to leave footballs, anyone could fall over and break their neck.

“So, no comics today?” Tristy asked.

“Nope, just you and me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

All Tristy could taste and smell was Waverly’s pizza breath when she kissed her lips ... lips that she so missed.

Waverly had short brunette hair in the style of a bowl cut; she wore rectangular black-rimmed glasses, a plain cream v-neck blouse, and brownish skinny jeans with trainers. There was something about Waverly that Tristy liked, something that turned Tristy on. She could not put a finger on it, there was something arousing about Waverly. Perhaps it was those pretty green eyes...

‘You won’t get anywhere by daydreaming,’ and Tristy believed the professor knew nothing. Something about Waverly made Tristy feel so wet.

Behind this kiss, Tristy made a move on Waverly. She held her hand and placed it in between her legs to meet her crotch, now having Waverly’s hand on her warm groin. The mere touch of Waverly made her feel tingly; Tristy’s heart was racing.

“What happened to doing this stuff discreetly?”

“It’s either now, or I’ll have to wait until six this evening,” Tristy frowned. “I can’t wait that long.”

“Well, anything for you I guess,” Waverly smiled. She unzipped Tristy’s shorts and gave her some spicy romance.

Waverly looked like the basic person and yet she had a dirty mind,

their feelings were mutual when they both chimed,

there was never a dull moment ... never a dull moment,

where their spicy love wasn’t flowing.

Tristy rubbed the walnut of her clitoris right beside Waverly, and Waverly pulled at her pubic hair when she kissed her lips some more. She felt Tristy’s sweaty vulva, she even helped her rub her clitoris by laying her hand over hers. They could share saucy love anywhere.

Moaning softly, these moans caught fleeting views from some of the students playing frisbee on the field. Yet, Tristy never cared, but Waverly glanced around nervously. Surrounded by green, patio, people, and a game of frisbee ... anyone was bound to be watching the two.

“Quiet down or the professor will find us,” Waverly whispered. “People are watching us.”

Not even discreetly, Tristy was never subtle. Her nimble fingers gently caressed the walnut of her vulva right on this wooden bench, and what came along were her pants and whimpers down Waverly’s ear. Beneath this mature oak tree that gave them shade, Tristy still felt the heat of the sun tease her fair skin. Her face was blushing with cerebral blood flow, especially when Waverly slipped her fingers into Tristy’s warm mouth in order to silence her.

“Shhh, baby girl,” she whispered.

Waverly licked Tristy’s cheek, tasting beads of profuse sweat that seeped through her pores. “Naughty little fairy, playing with yourself out here in broad daylight,” Waverly giggled.

Tristy moaned out behind Waverly’s fingers, still sucking and sucking her girlfriend’s fingers. There was no time to muck around! She had her vagina exposed to all the elements around her after she had kicked off her shorts, and legs spread out as she rubbed herself with all her pride. Mmm, Waverly turned her on! Waverly sucked at her neck, teasing the nook with her lips.

It was not long until some of the lads caught Tristy playing with her slit, and also with Waverly making Tristy suck on two of her fingers. Waverly soon slipped these two wet fingers into Tristy’s love hole, now turning in and out as Tristy moaned out in pleasure. She loved Waverly’s hands all over her body, the hands of her girlfriend that she simply adored.

She felt a wave of heat come over her form; she felt a wave of pleasure already come over her body. Her body felt numb, it quivered with this intense orgasm.

“No, no, no!” Waverly shook her index finger in front of Tristy’s eyes, moist finger coated with Tristy’s cum. “I don’t want you to finish yet, we still have twenty minutes left of lunch break.”

Rubbing Tristy’s swollen bean, Waverly felt along Tristy’s slit as she stroked her bean in a circular motion. Waverly wanted to trigger another orgasm in Tristy. Tristy laughed at Waverly rubbing her clitoris, she even laid her hand over Waverly’s as she felt Waverly’s fingers rub.

Waverly licked Tristy’s cheek like a mother lioness, all before retreating back to her soft neck to suckle at the nook again. Her nimble fingers tenderly caressed Tristy’s walnut with haste; all they heard close in between them were the rubs and splatters of Tristy’s clitoris being rubbed.

Closing her eyes, Tristy squealed at the second orgasm that hit her, it came in more powerful than the last. Waverly passionately kissed her lips during this orgasm, feeling her girlfriend moaning into her lips. She eagerly seized her lips with her own.

When she parted her lips from Tristy’s, she smiled. “Come with me,” Waverly said as she held out her hand for Tristy to take.

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