But I Am A Lesbian! (Filthy Education Series) (3 page)

"Relax a bit. I can order. What do you want
to drink?"

"Black coffee, two sugars."

Walking to the counter, I put our orders
through and come back to sit down, taking her hand at the same time
as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do.

"I bought some food for breakfast. I'm quite
hungry."

Sara and I sit and talk until our orders
come and then talk some more. Her life has been hard. The man she
married ran from her and Kim early on after her pregnancy. Because
he lives in the US, she couldn't follow him and had to turn all the
remaining wealth that she had into the market stall. It worked out,
but by no means has it been easy.

I pat her hand and feel sympathy. Dying -
often - makes a man much more empathetic. I've learned much in my
time coming and going from the white place. One of those things is
caring for my fellow human beings. Considering that I'm a criminal
attorney by trade, that is a bit of a miracle.

Things wind down towards 12. Both of us look
to the clock and wonder where this goes next.

"I have to go back to the stall," she tells
me.

I nod my head and get up.

"I'll walk you back. Can we meet after the
market closes at six? I want to take you somewhere."

She smiles.

"I'd like that."

Dropping her off, I 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."

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," she whispers. "So much came
out."

Right about then the world flashes
white.

*****

I wake up on the beach, my arms wrapped
about something warm. My eyes open like they have every single day
since this started, but one thing is different.

"Sara?"

She mumbles something and turns towards me
with a smile.

"You fell asleep right after. I couldn't
wake you."

I kiss her like I've never kissed a woman in
my life. The delectable feeling of being alive, not dead, not
repeating the same day over and over, flows through me.

"Are you ok?" she pants when I let her
up.

I run my fingers through her gorgeous hair
and smile deeply.

"Totally ok."

Rolling to my back, I draw her to my side
and hold her there, embracing Sara's warmth as I am embracing the
woman.

"I think life is going to be interesting
from here," I whisper to the warm sun above.

My eyes turn to hers. We smile like lovers
do and kiss. This is the first morning of the best part of my life
and it is glorious.

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This Book's Disclaimer:

All acts occurred among consenting adults
over the legal age of consent for the reader's area of abode. All
participants were depicted as over 25 years of age without
exception.

This Book's
Description:

No, I hate him. I hate this dirty filthy
male. Andrea Hen does not lower herself to the shameful level of
sex with a man, and a ugly cripple of one at that. How dare he
blackmail me? If only he wasn't quite so hung... I suppose I could
just touch it. Once.

Sophie Sin brings us a reluctant yet
oh-so-willing lesbian who mistakes a solid sized manhood for
something pleasurable to all and ends up having quite the fun
sessions. Sexy, sexy, sexy!

Also contains the bonus story A Night
of Expectation: The very story of a man who must live the same day
over until he finds what fate most desires him to find. A romantic
affair.

Sophie Sin is the author of over 500
erotic works from novels to short stories. There's something for
everyone in her selection.

Ah, that military academy where all
those wonderful things that in real life are kind of rare happen.
Don't you just love it? I'm on board. A more Filthy Education is
needed.

With love,

Sophie Sin

Mid-November 2015