Thread: Roommates (Octopus & translucentfeathers)

A large grin had plastered to Larkins face the second Juliet denied her claim of them being roommates. For the most part, it was only said to torture Carolina, but the spunk it brought out in Juliet was enough to catch a large part of her attention. If the woman speaking wasnt enough, Larkin had also caught the piercings that lined her ear, along with a small gauge at the end. Perhaps the girls had a lot more potential than she had thought. She eyed Juliet almost lustfully now as she wrote against her flesh, letting her eyes trail along her arm, then back up that damn turtle neck and to her eyes. Well then, Ill hope to see you around seven. Larkin left off, glancing over at Carolina for a moment, then back up at Juliet, smirking widely, It was amazing to meet you, Juliet. Larkin watched her as she moved away, seeing her hips swaying softly as she moved, her ass just daring her to dive in. Why do you always do mean things? Carolinas fingers moved down her thigh, grabbing her fingers for a moment, squeezing Larkins hand, causing her to look over. Dont act like you dont love it. Larkin smirked again, leaning in to peck at the other womans lips. I know you like being my little whore. She mumbled against her lips, just quiet enough for Carolina to hear. Her cheeks turned dark red and she glanced around as if she were looking to see if anyone had heard. Lets leave early today, love. Well go to my house and do whatever you want. Carolina nearly jumped out of her shorts at the opportunity, pulling Larkin to stand, hardly letting her put her things away before she was eagerly dragging her out the door. The drive home was seemingly quiet, even with Carolina running her hands up and down her own bare thighs, almost as if she were nervous about something. The second Larkin pulled into her driveway, she was out of the car and rounding to the other side, opening her girlfriends door for her, letting the girl wrap her hands around her arm, nestling into her side slightly. Larkin had always been the more masculine figure in her relationships, but by no means was she considered a tomboy. She had a stern serious attitude, but she believed in treating her partner like a queen for the most part, even if that meant she would look like the stereotypical gentleman. Never would a girlfriend have to open a door in her presents, or carry groceries or backpacks. It wasnt out of obligation, it was just what she enjoyed. Carolina walked through the threshold as it was held open, Larkin still messing with the keys, trying to yank them from the stubborn lock, finally giving one hard yank to free them from their hold, You should really get that fixed, babe. Carolina mumbled, staring at her as she closed the door. Her hands were locked together in front of her body and her light blue eyes looked on at Larkin, innocently as a tiny smile came to her face. It was always the same thing that Carolina wanted when the opportunity came up. Larkin would sit on the couch, and wait for the girl to straddle her lap. They would make out for a good 30 minutes, Larkin would eat her cunt, then cuddles. It was always the same when it came to the girls requests. Would she ever complain? Hell no. Larkin loved eating pussy, but at that thought, Juliet came back to her mind. How nice it would be to have her. There were so many things Larkin would love to do to that girl. Ripping that turtle neck from her body would be the very first, but after that, the possibilities were endless. Cute girls could almost never keep up with her though. With that thought, she looked up after having thrown her keys and phone on the hall table. Carolina had lost her pants, leaving her in only a little black pair of lace panties and her yellow tank top. Her body lounged along the couch, her smooth tan legs laying against a thick grey fur blanket, as she teased with her top, pulling it up slightly more. Larkins home was cozy, nothing you would expect from the way she dressed. It was painted a warm marigold yellow and had various paintings and wall hangings perched against the wall. Her furniture was mismatched, but somehow came together perfectly. She had a couch, love seat, arm chair and ottoman in the living room, and a simple dining set in the dining room. It was small, but perfect for her. After 3 long hours Carolina was laid out flat against the bottom couch cushions, her chest heaving, her perfect rounded breasts bouncing up and down softly as she breathed in and out. Go put some clothes on. She ought to be here any time. Larkin reminded as her fingers ran along one of the girls feet, massaging it softly before leaning over to set it on the floor. Come on. Go. Unless you want her to see how much of a slut you truly are.