My Yuri Harem: 25/120 [15]

I was clutching the oversized shirt I had donned while my mind went crazy with all the possibilities my legs could birth. I had my mind in override mode when I heard the water running in the shower.

Priscilla had told me she wanted my legs before she went to have a shower. She let me hang in suspense wile she enjoyed her bath. I was shaking my head from side to side and trying to shake away all the thought that were flooding my mind. After all that, I covered my face with my hands as I blushed to death. I threw myself on the bed and spread out my limbs, trying to accept what I had thought was going to happen.

We are either going to have sex, or she is going to cut my legs.

Ah! I wish I could ask her to kiss my toes before she cut my legs away.

Oi, hold on. Both of those options were extreme ones. What if she wanted something mild? Well, what was mid of asking for my legs?

I crumbled in a ball and laid there for a while, when an idea struck me.

What if I run away?

I don’t know her. I don’t owe her (much) anyway. I will be gone from this country in two days, so I don’t think she will mind my disappearance all that much.

YOU CAN’T HAVE REGRETS IF YOU DON’T THINK ABOUT THEM!

Keeping that thought in mind, I climbed up, picked my stuff and opened the front door.

Just at that moment, Priscilla walked out of the shower covered in nothing but a pink towel. Her fair skin offsetting against the mild colored towel was a sight to behold. Her curves were inviting, and her strong legs were smooth. Smooth as butter. She was tending her wet hair with her strong arms, while 

her whole body smelled like jasmine.

I gulped while I was staring at her and closed the door behind me. I walked to her and kept on staring into her eyes. At first, she moved her head to her side and gave me a ‘WHAT?’ look. Then she whipped her hair over her shoulder. The wet hair laying on one of her boobs was the moment I almost jumped on her. Instead, I kept on looking in her eyes. She was smiling at my dedication and bent over to (what I presumed) kiss me.

Immediately, confusion and awkwardness clouded my brain and I took a step back. I also raised my arms to stop her from bending even more, but I didn’t raise them enough. Both of my palms cupped her breasts.

“EEEK!” That is how I responded to her.

Priscilla stood back up properly while I began to sweat profusely.

She read my mind and said,” Please don’t apologize. This stuff happens all the time.”

“EH?!” I was shocked as how maturely she was taking my gesture. “it’s normal?”

She nodded like a sincere child. “Yup! Yup! Every time we have a post-practice shower. Just like in a boys’ locker room, we also have a common shower. So, everyone either plays around or pokes or teases else’s body.” She gave out a sigh and continued, “I guess these little things take an affect on your body.”

“What… kind of effects?” I asked her shamelessly.

“Oh, you know, more time requirement to feel good. Stimulation takes a while to kick in. you have been poked or played around so much, you need something to kick start that feeling.”

I really wanted to whip open a notebook and take notes.

“In the meantime, the boy comes. Now you are feeling tired and anxious as well as pissed off. At this rate, I wonder if a boy can even please me in the future.”

“What about a girl then?” I blurted out shamelessly.

“MMM? Never thought about it. I guess a thought of someone of my own gender touching me isn’t as comfortable in practice.” She tried to hide her embarrassment as much as she could.

But since I am a dumb human being, I didn’t let go of the topic when everything was said and done.

“Well, you are comfortable with other girls. Slipping from that comfort to pleasure isn’t that big of a hurdle.” I explained.

“Oh. Hey Madonna, do you swing that way?”

HEH? Did she read too much through the lines and concluded I was a lesbian. What a smart girl.

“That is up for discovery!” I said with a quirky smile.

Goddammit. Do I WANT her to have sex with me? I could have simply denied that fact. Instead I try to become a smartass and raise even more questions.

Awkwardly smiling, Priscilla side stepped the topic, “Ahaha. Nice way to put it. Anyway, lets have some dinner.”

Somebody, punch me in the face please.

 

It was around 11 in the night. I had been at Priscilla’s place for one hour and forty-seven minutes. We were sitting on the bed, with take outs in front of us. We had noodles from a Chinese place, Butter Chicken from a Punjabi Store and shortcakes from a local bakery. It was not a spread, but it did make a nice three-course meal.

She was wearing a black laced semi-transparent bra and matching panties, and a bathrobe over it. Her cleavage was still visible, and a little window which exposed her strongly built thighs made me feel some type of way.

I asked Priscilla for some water, but she said that I should drink some beer instead. When I asked for her refrigerator, she guided me towards a mini fridge in her cupboard, full of beer and soft drinks. I returned to the bed with two beers and continued with our dinner. The first beer of my life tasted horrible, but it complimented the heavily spiced dishes we were relishing.

After packing all the take-out boxes in a garbage bag, we decided to go for a walk. Priscilla took her sling bag with her and said she might meet some of her friends on the way, which she did. She always dug her hand into her sling bag and shook hands with them after. It happened four times in total.

We came back from our late-night stroll and Priscilla cracked her knuckled.

“So, Miss Madonna, please take a seat on the bed and be comfortable. Its time for you to pay a favor.”

“I almost thought that you were going to forget about that.” I said in a consistent but dry tone.

She laughed loudly and said,” HAHAHA. How could I forget about that? I was waiting the whole time for this moment.”

I accepted my fate and sat on the corner of the bed. Priscilla threw her sling bag and stripped out of her bathrobe, walking towards me with jiggling breasts in front. She was a treat to look at.

She bent over and whispered ‘Don’t worry, it wont take long’ in my ear, which resulted in goosebumps all over my body.

She went down on her knees and touched my right leg. My heart skipped a beat. She had one hand under my foot, and another one under my thigh. She ran her hand over the sole of my foot while she rubbed my thigh. I couldn’t see her doing all that, so I couldn’t help but close my eyes.

I guess its sex time now.

“Wow, that is so awesome.” Priscilla exclaimed.

‘What?’ I opened my eyes and saw her looking at my leg like she was inspecting a flintlock rifle or something.

She was still running her hand all over my calf and foot, but it felt more soothing than erotic anymore. I guess that exclamation did kill off the vibe.

“That is so strong. Such strong muscles. And this foot. This is a piece of art. The true weapon to an athlete.” Priscilla went on fangirling over my leg. I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Priscilla was interested in my leg as a sportsperson would. She was interested in the shape of my muscles and feet. Either she was very innocent, or very simple minded-

“But, an athlete’s majority of power comes from their thigh muscles.”

Saying that, she bent my leg at my knee and put my foot on her shoulder to decrease the distance between her and my thigh. Like a mad doctor excited for an experiment, she clenched my thigh in both of her hands.

The feeling of euphoria was back. The smile from my face was replaced by a blush. I had to cover my mouth with my hand so as I don’t let out a squeal or a moan.

WAS IT PLEASURE OR CONFUSION? BIOLOGY SURE WAS WEIRD.

She kept running her hands over my bare thigh, which lead in my back to arch and my toes to stretch out. I was definitely feeling all of it. I was already breathing heavy after her initial touch, and now my body was just inviting her.

She ran her hand a little higher near my crotch and that was it for me. I threw myself on the bed. It was a feeling of forfeit as well as an appeal of my body to be touched to high heaven. I had one of my legs raised and an individual in sexy lingerie was running her hands near my crotch while my body was reacting in every kind of sensual manner was a dead give away that I wanted this girl to fuck me right now.

But it dawned on Priscilla that I was acting weird, so she stopped caressing/checking me.

“Ah! Are you feeling okay, Madonna?”

“Yeah-” with a flustered and heavily flushed face, I took my leg down from her shoulder and closed them as soon as possible. If I kept them open even for an instant more, I would do something I might regret later.

I sat back up and looked at Priscilla, who was still sitting near my legs, “-I just had a long day. Maybe it’s taking a toll on me.”

She smiled and picked herself up. “Let’s sleep then.”

She walked to the cupboard and took two sheets and a bottle of whiskey out of the fridge. She picked two glasses and a pack of chips from the kitchen. She brought all of it and said,” How about we have a drink and get comfortable in the bed. You can tell me a story too. Vent some stress out of your system, and you will slip into sweet sleep just like that.”, she said by snapping her fingers at the end.

“Okay.”

She poured us a drink and we got comfortable under the sheets. I downed the whole drink in a single sip. It burned a little, but it was definitely smoother than beer. Priscilla poured me another and handed me the glass. I held it but felt a little hazy to take a sip. My head was spinning a little, so I leaned on Priscilla’s shoulder. She moved herself back and my head slipped from her shoulder and landed on her breast. She jerked her body a little more and my body went further down. At last, I had my head on her healthy thighs. I could feel the cold liquid in my glass spilling over my legs.

I let go of the glass and put a hand between her thighs and my head.

“Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was rich and blessed. Then her life got into a wreck. Someone pulled her out of the grief, and someone else pulled her out of the life of misery. One did this for herself, and another one did for her own self. Tell me, Priscilla, who is worse?”

“Is this a trick question?” Priscilla answered my question by another question.

“Me.”

Priscilla didn’t reply.

“Did you find out………. about me?”

“Yes.” Priscilla said.

“Love You.”

The last thing I heard was Priscilla muttering ‘too.’

I woke up around two in the afternoon when an angel singing Blue Swede’s ‘I got a feeling’ shook my body a little. I forced my eyes open and saw Priscilla directly over my face. Was she going to give me a morning kiss?

“Yo! Good morning, Mad. It’s almost two. I’m going to the university. Wanna join me?”

I slithered over the bed and stretched my arms and legs all over the bed. “Whose cover was it for that song?”

“Mmm? Nobody, it was only an instrumental track. I was singing the words.” She replied while tying her hair into a ponytail.

“You have a beautiful voice.”

“Inherited from my mother. She was a local soul singer.”

“Why are you going to the University?” I asked.

“If I don’t go to the classes, I don’t skip on the volleyball practice. So I am just going to practice. What about you?”

I sat up on the bed and threw the sheets away from my body. “When will you come back?”

“Let me think. Probably around ten.”

I stepped out of the bed and grabbed my stuff out of my bag. “I’ll come. I want to see you practice.”

She smiled and said,” I’ll be waiting for you in the car.”

I wore my recently cleaned and dried track suit with a fresh pair of underwear and sports bra. I closed the main door of the complex and Priscilla was sitting in the driver’s seat of an old, rusty car. I didn’t think of it much and sat in the passenger’s seat.

We were en route to university, while we talked about what happened last night.

“Oh, by the way, don’t drink any more whiskey from now on. You spill your secrets when you are drink.” Priscilla started unwrapping the events.

“What……. Kind of secrets did I disclose?” I said in a broken voice.

“Haha, don’t be so nervous. You just confirmed that you are a lesbian. And you proposed me too.”

HEH?

“May I ask, how did I go to these extremes?” I was afraid of what I was going to listen.

“You asked me if I found out about you. I thought you were referring to yourself when you said you will have to find out. When I replied with a YES, you either asked if I loved you for that, or you proposed me. I took the latter approach and decided that we are in a relation.”

“Before anything else, when I said LOVE YOU, what did you reply with?” I asked her anxiously.

“Too.” she said without moving her gaze from the road ahead.

“Wait a minute. Priscilla, did you reply TOO because I implied, I was a lesbian and ‘you are too’. Or did you reply TOO because supposedly I said I loved you and then you replied with ‘I love you 

TOO’?”

Priscilla chuckled and looked at me, and said,” That is up for discovery!”