Stories by Gwen

I snuggle next to Eva, enjoying the sweet drowsy softness of her body against mine. I pull her just a bit closer, giving her a little squeeze. The sun is warm where it falls through the lace curtains. It's going to be a hot day. But right now everything is perfect. The warmth, the sun, the long day ahead...I sigh in contentment. "What’s for breakfast?" Eva mumbles. "Mmmmmm," I respond. "Bring me coffee." I roll over, grateful for a few more minutes of sleep. Eva giggles and gives my ass a little squeeze as she slips from the bed "Yes, Miss Monster. Will there be anything else for you, Mistress? Shall I shine your shoes, Mistress?" She laughs as she pads out to the kitchen. My face breaks into a sleepy half-smile as I listen to her leave. "Mistress." "Monster." What must she really think of me? A neat freak, a nerd, a wine lover, an opera fan. What could have drawn us together? I glance at the stack of paper...

We're friends, just friends. I'm staying over and we share a bed - just sharing a room because the house is crowded. Something wakes me up and I look over at you. Even in the dim light I can see that your eyes are closed. I assume you're asleep. But from the way you're breathing and the way the blankets are moving, after a minute I can tell you're masturbating. That turns me on. I begin pinching my nipples through the thin cotton of the t-shirt I'm sleeping in. I slip a hand down and begin touching myself through my panties. My eyes adjust to the moonlight and I can see you pretty clearly now. Your face is flushed. Your breathing is quick and shallow. Our motions are pulling the blankets down. I don't pull them up as they slip lower and lower. I look over and see your hand at your breasts - squeezing, pinching, groping. I pull my shirt up then, exposing my breasts in the moonlight. My motion must have alerted you that I have awakened, becaus...