In Liliana’s dreams, it always happened the same. Ginger would come up to her and not say a word. She would lean down and gently nip the skin at Liliana’s neck, sending a quiet trickle of blood down the side of her throat. Ginger would then kiss her way to Liliana’s soft nipple and bite it hard, causing tears to run down Liliana’s tan face.
Liliana never understood the mixed emotions she had when she awoke from the dream…her dream, Ginger’s dream… She opened her eyes crying from the fear she felt, but when she would sit up, she never failed to notice the thin wetness of her inner thighs.
When Liliana awoke this particular morning, she felt disoriented, a feeling she often had when something strange was going to happen to her. This was her expression of a premonition.
After getting dressed, Liliana grabbed her books and headed off to school. She sat down in her seat in her first class and crossed her beautifully tanned, shaped legs. Liliana was gorgeous, but she was shy, and for this reason, she was much overlooked by the guys in her school.
As Liliana opened her book and began to read, the wet whisper of lips much to close to her ear stimulated her.
“Hey Lili.”
Liliana turned to see that Ginger, beautiful, dark Ginger, had chosen to sit behind her. Though Liliana blushed, she pressed her thighs together to stop the tingling sensation that she wasn’t used to at all.
“Um. Hello Ginger,” Liliana said timidly. Ginger had never spoken to her before in all their four years of highschool, and now that she did, Liliana was very intimidated by it.
Ginger curled her devilsh, almost-too-red lips into a smile and rustled her short purple hair with her pale hands.
Thinking that this would be the extent of their conversation, Liliana turned back around and concentrated on making the tingling go away.
Ginger ran her nails lightly over the back on Liliana’s neck.
“Poor baby,” said Ginger. “You’ve never been loved. Poor, beautiful baby girl.”
Liliana closed her eyes and guiltily enjoyed Ginger’s soft touch. Again Ginger whispered in her ear.
“Come with me, Lili. Lets go now, before they know we were even here.”
Liliana didn’t know why she did it, but she picked her books up and stuffed them back into her bag and got up quietly and followed Ginger out the doors and down the street. The two girls walked in silence until Ginger led her through a door that Liliana would have missed had Ginger not pulled her into it.
Inside, the room was lit with candles and incense and black and red pillows. The soft light from the candles lit up Ginger’s face and made the sensation between Liliana’s thighs go wild again.
“Beatiful Lili,” cooed Ginger as she led Liliana to an especially soft pile of pillows and laid her down.
Liliana finally got up enough courage to speak. “I…I have never…never done anything before…”
Ginger smiled and put a finger to her lips. “Its okay, Lili. I’ll take care of you,” and she undressed them both without any objection from Liliana.
And then, it was just like Liliana’s dream. However, when Ginger bit her nipple, hard enough to fill her own mouth with blood, Liliana didn’t cry. She only moaned softly and dug her nails into Ginger’s back.
And when Ginger lowered her tongue into the folds of Liliana’s pussy, Liliana closed her eyes and bit her own lip to keep from crying out. Ginger licked all the wetness from Liliana’s pussy and sucked it dry when Liliana had her first orgasm.
When they were finished, Liliana sat up, and with blood still running down her neck and breasts, she smiled at Ginger. Ginger returned the gesture and when Liliana opened her mouth to speak, Ginger held up her hand in protest.
“You don’t have to thank me,” she said smugly.
“No,” said Liliana, smiling with all the mischief she could muster. “I was only going to say that it was my turn…”