Dinner Date
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: At a nice restaurant, Anna confesses to her friend Tenisha that she is practically frantic for thinking of the way Tenisha makes her feel when they have sex. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Fiction Illustrated .
Anna has been on edge all day. She can’t quite get comfortable. Tenisha suggests they go out to dinner. Take her mind off whatever it is.
“What’s wrong?” Tenisha asks, once they’re settled at a table, a glass of wine in front of each of them. “You’re so fidgety.”
“I know,” Anna admits. “It’s horrible. It’s your fault.”
“My fault?”
“Yes. What you do to me. I can’t stop thinking about it. The way you make me feel when you...”
“When I?”
“When you touch me,” Anna whispers. “When you make me come.”
“I like it when you come,” Tenisha says. “I love making you come.”
“I know,” Anna says, glancing around nervously, “but now I’m so on edge. My skin is frizzly everywhere. My cunt is so wet. It’s like my clit is on fire.”
“You want to come now, don’t you?” Tenisha asks.
Anna nods.
“Go ahead. Touch yourself. Make yourself come. You need to. No one is watching. No one is listening. Do it.”
Anna looks doubtful, but her hand dips beneath the table. Just then the waiter appears. “Ready to order?” he asks.
“Give us a few minutes,” Tenisha tells him.
“Now where were we?” she asks Anna with a grin.
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