Hidden Desires

by Laurie Ames

  Needing more access to her pussy, she lifted her left leg and placed her foot on the edge of the chair, and spread her legs wide, exposing herself fully to Molly. Too engrossed in her pleasure to care anymore, she took her first two fingers and slid them effortlessly into her vagina and began finger-fucking herself slowly at first, and then gradually more and more forcefully. As hard as she was trying, she couldn't help but let a few audible gasps and moans escape as she released herself to the ecstasy she was feeling. Her free hand began to roam her stomach, thighs, and chest while she entered another finger into her pussy with the other hand. She thought about nothing except pleasing her mistress and allowing her mind to focus on every sensation her body was feeling.

  “Cum for me Ellie,” Molly barked out loud into the silence of the room.

  Her fingers were moving rapidly now, and the chair started to squeak and shift under her bucking body. "Mmmm, Oh God, that feels so good, Mmmm!" Any sense of decency went out the window as she moaned with reckless abandon. She was gritting her teeth as her body ached for release. She brought her hand back to her left breast and squeezed forcefully while she relentlessly fingered herself, whimpering in pleasure. Before long the pleasure reached its peak, and she convulsed violently as her orgasm swept over her body in heavy waves.

  Releasing a deep breath that she was holding back, she slumped back against the wall and let her arms fall to her sides. Her breath came in short, labored bursts and sweat beaded up on her face while she regained her composure. She looked at Molly, then suddenly looked away when she heard a door slam shut nearby. Standing up fully erect now, with her arms covering herself as best as she could, she could feel her heart beating in her chest with adrenaline as she scanned the room for any sign of life, but ultimately found none.

  She suddenly became very nervous. Will someone be coming in?

  After masturbating for Molly, she had expected to lament and have an internal warfare with herself about what had just happened; but instead it felt good to be with Molly, even if just for ten minutes.

  “Damn men, why do you have to marry one!” Molly teased in a fake southern accent making her laugh out loud.

  “Double Damn that man!” Replied Ellen with a smug grin as she reached out to give Molly a big warm hug. “I have missed you so much,” Ellen said. When they were done and decent, Ellen looked around the booth at the embarrassing predicament they were in. “We have some cleaning up to do,” she said, causing Molly to laugh and hug her again.

  “Not only that, we’ll need to return someday to confess our sin,” Molly chided.

  “Oh my God, never! Can you image the look on the priest’s face if we confessed to this?” She looked at Molly and laughed out loud. Ellen was feeling lighter and free, as if a major burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Maybe it was the fact that she had just fucked herself for Molly and that was making her giddy in all the right places.

  As soon as they finished cleaning up, a squeaky voice bellowed from outside the door. “Ellen, are you in here? Mrs. Thornton said she saw you go in here. Ellen…Ellen?”

  Ellen backed a respectable distance away from Molly and tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. “I…I’m here mother.”

  “What are you doing in here? You have family and guests to entertain. Your future husband is looking all over for you! Why are you in here with this woman?”

  “We were just..ahh…um…”

  “Well answer me, speak up Ellen!”

  “Mrs. Page,” interrupted Molly holding up her hand. “I was just talking to Ellen about the horrible state of politics these days. I suggested it might be rude to talk about such things around your wedding guests. It’s all my fault, my apologies.”

  “Ellen, you have never shown any interest in silly politics.”

  “Mother, there is lots you don’t know about me…”

  Chapter Fourteen

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  "Don't look so sad," said Ellen as she poked Molly's nose and held her close, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

  Molly sniffed dejectedly and buried her face into Ellen’s chest. “If, by the time you are to be married and haven't come out yet, I will leave you alone,” Molly said. They were lying on the king size bed in Ellen’s room as they cuddled together.

  "That's unfair,” Ellen replied. She was so comfortable in this spot that she never wanted to leave. She had found a way to have her cake and eat it, but something told her that Molly would not go for it, so she was taking her precious time bringing up the suggestion.

  "No, what's unfair is doing what you did with me yesterday and today toying with my emotions like yesterday never happened.” Molly sounded like she was sulking which Ellen thought was very endearing. She laughed.

  "It was the weakness of the moment,” She joked, now really toying with Molly’s emotions because she knew how she would react, and she didn’t fail to disappoint her.

  "You know it wasn't, you care about me, and you love me.” Molly said, catching on as she playfully tickled Ellen. "Why don’t you accept that?”

  "Because...” Ellen became serious. No matter how much she cared for Molly, there was still the major obstacle present, an obstacle she couldn’t understand because she didn’t come from the same family as Molly. Not that she could blame her, in fact she envied her, but she had to take responsibility for this.

  "Because?" Molly probed.

  "Because I have a family name to represent, and unfortunately this— being lesbian— is not acceptable to my family.” It had never been, and she knew in her heart of hearts that mother would never accept her if she found out the truth. But was she ready to live a lie?

  Molly voiced her fears out. "If your family can't take you for who you really are, then do they really love you?"

  She didn't know, and she didn't want to think about it. Molly seemed to sense her internal turmoil and leaned in closer, kissing the corner of her mouth.

  "Don't.” Ellen whispered turning away. Why did this woman love her so much? Why did she care about her like this? She was positive that if she had treated any other person the way she treated Molly or if she had dumped them without so much as an explanation, they wouldn’t have stuck around to find out why. Their pride and self-respect would have stopped them, and they would have been onto the next fresh thing that caught their fancy. But Molly had loyally stuck around. She was trying to save Ellen from destroying herself and trying to stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life. She loved this woman.

  "Why not?" Molly’s hands moved down, running up and down Ellen’s smooth legs.

  “Ohh, are you thinking what I’m thinking? Cooed Ellen.

  In just a few moments, Ellen was lying flat on her back, spread-eagled in the middle of the bed with Molly tying her hands to the wrought iron headboard. She tried testing the bonds that held her wrists, but resistance was futile. Ellen blinked when a blindfold was soon placed over her eyes. She let out a deep sigh as she mused about the special relationship she had with Molly. By day, she was a domineering woman in the corporate boardroom. By night, she was a submissive little girl that loved Molly’s strict discipline in the bedroom.

  "No use resisting Ellie. You’re not going anywhere. I'm not done with you yet." Molly’s hand caressed her cheek and Ellen’s heart rate pulsed almost immediately.

  "Miss Molly?" Ellen cried out. A moment of panic overtook her.

  "All is okay, sweetheart," Molly cooed in her ear. “You remember the safe word, right?

  “Yes, Miss Molly.” Ellen could hear the smile in her voice. The smell of Molly’s perfume was comforting in its familiarity. Her cheek brushed against Ellen’s neck. The raking of her lips under Ellen’s ear made her toes tingle.

  "I haven't even started yet." Molly’s hand clutched Ellen’s left breast. She cried out in surprise. Again, Ellen pulled against the restraints that held her arms.

  Molly's fingernails brushed against her belly. She traced soft lines down her side.
Then her mouth was warm and wet on Ellen’s nipple. She pushed her chest forward into her mouth. She pulled back, leaving a trail of wetness on her chest. Her teeth clenched when Molly blew cold air across her breast, the cool blast making her nipple crinkle up.

  "Did you like that?" Molly taunted. "Maybe I'll do the other one."

  Unable to see, all Ellen could do was feel her body against hers. When Ellen tried to kiss her, Molly pulled away. Molly’s hands were roaming over her body, making her legs spread with anticipation at her touch. At first, she was just caressing, and sometimes tickling. Then she began groping. Ellen tried to anticipate what part of her body she was going to touch next, but Molly was clever at keeping her off guard. Instead of tracing straight patterns or circles, she drew irregular lines, the uncertainty of her prowess keeping Ellen on edge.

  "Who's my bitch?" Molly asked as she bit her just under the ear.

  "I'm your bitch," Ellen replied, breathing softly.

  "What does my bitch want?" Her warm body pressed against Ellen.

  "Ma’am. I need you to please eat me," She gasped desperately.

  "Eat you? Where?"

  "My pussy, Miss Molly, please," Ellen sighed, once again trying to move her bound wrists.

  "How do you ask?" asked Molly as her hand brushed teasingly along the inside of Ellen’s thigh.

  "Eat my pussy, Miss Molly," She wailed. "Eat me, please!"

  Molly’s mouth latched on to one of her nipples and Ellen let out a high-pitched cry. She thrust her breasts forward, pursuing Molly’s lips in vain. Her fingertips traced circles down Ellen’s body as her mouth roamed over her skin. Teeth raked against her ribs, sending an electric charge from her pussy to her toes. A wet tongue left a trail of warmth along her thigh, which was followed by a breath of cool air blowing against her. Ellen was losing all track of time as Molly teased her. Her touch was always present and unpredictable. Her nibbles and kisses alternated with soft bites, pinches and tickles. The yearning in her core was intensifying by the minute, she was getting more and more edgy. When Molly finally touched Ellen’s pussy, it was soaking with excitement. She gave a little mew of pleasure as Ellen spread her swollen pussy and began to rub her fingers up and down the slit.

  "Right there Miss Molly!" Ellen cried out, as a warm mouth soon enveloped her labia. In her sightlessness, her sense of touch was intensely heightened. Every little brush against her was magnified. As Molly made love with her mouth and her body, Ellen fell into a state of pure bliss. Her tongue swirled around Ellen’s clit. Her fingernails raked along the insides of her thighs. She squeezed her breasts, sometimes gently, but mostly rough.

  Ellen pulled in vain against the ties on her wrists, then threw herself back into the mattress. All the pent-up pleasure inside her was channeled into Molly's able touch. Soon enough, Ellen was bucking her hips and grinding her pussy into Molly’s face. She groaned and cried out when Molly brought her to the brink of orgasm, only to back off, leaving her begging for more. When Molly finally pushed her over the edge, her toes curled, and her hips bucked. Ellen’s breathing became harder, and when she couldn't take it anymore, a scream escaped her lips. "Fuck!" she said, making Molly crack a smile. She began screaming Molly’s name as the orgasm finally rolled over her in waves that stole her breath and flushed her skin.

  As she passed the main high, she slumped back to ride the after-waves, whimpering softly. She was covered in sweat and her sex was slick with desire. Molly’s face was a beautiful mess of their juices but behind the blindfold Ellen could only see a spinning room.

  Eventually, Molly released her bonds from the wrought iron bed frame. Ellen slipped the blindfold off and burrowed under the covers. With the lights still out and the soft luminosity of the streetlights peeking through drawn curtains, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust from the darkness. She now desperately wanted to look at Molly.

  "You are so beautiful," Ellen whispered, brushing the hair out of Molly’s face. Leaning in, she kissed her gently. "I love you, Molly."

  "I love you too, Ellen." Their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies pressed tightly together. She had taken Ellen to new heights of pleasure and Molly felt the need to give something back in return. She reached down and cupped Molly’s firm rear end. She wanted to do something for Molly, but instead she pushed her hand away.

  "Not now. Just hold me. Make love to me in the morning."

  "Okay, but I am never letting you go," replied Ellen.

  "Promise?" Molly pulled an apprehensive gaze.

  "I promise."

  They cuddled in bed for a while. As they lost consciousness and fell into the darkness, Ellen could still feel the warmth of her lover's body pressed against her, promising comfort and love.

  Chapter Fifteen

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  Ellen’s wedding was still fast approaching, but she and Molly were still having stolen moments at any available chance. From the church to the hotel, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other no matter how hard they tried. It was obvious that the wedding party was noticing how close the two of them were together. The rumors were about to start flying.

  “Maybe they will think you girls are best friends.” Stella—the only person that knew their real status— had joked one afternoon.

  But Ellen seemingly didn't care, and for the time being, Molly accepted it. For once Ellen was happy-go-lucky and spirited. She was not over thinking life or carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. She had let go of every reservation she had when Molly had first come to Dubai and was now acting like they were on mini vacation. Molly could almost be happy, almost, except for the fact that Ellen still refused to discuss her wedding. She remembered what had transpired between them the night before; what had brought her to the staggering realization that she needed to start taking care of herself. She had done the bulk of the work, trying to save their relationship. The other woman had to meet her halfway and prove that she really mattered to her. She needed to stop their confusing affair. The ultimate sacrifice as far as Molly was concerned was for Ellen to call off the wedding, but it looked like that was never going to happen.

  "I don't have to call it off," she argued. "Marriage to that man is just a cover-up, to give my mom and family what they want," she said as she rolled over to look Molly in the eyes. "You are the one I want, the one I'm with and the one I love.”

  "That's not enough Ellen," Molly replied. "I refuse to be anyone's dirty little secret.”

  "But don't you see Molly?" This is a way to make everyone happy.” Ellen tried to reason with her, but Molly was having none of this sketchy sob story.

  "I'm not happy,” she said. “I could never be happy as someone’s second fiddle, no one could ever be happy that way. Why can’t you get it through your stubborn thick head?”

  "C'mon Molly, don't be like this.” Ellen chided. “You know I love you, right?”

  Molly knew that, but she was beginning to wonder if love was really enough to keep their relationship afloat. "I'm serious,” replied Molly, not mincing words. “We might as well have the best break up sex right now because if you marry that stupid man on Sunday, that will be the last you see of me.” She wondered if Ellen even cared enough for the threat to take hold, and even that thought seemed to be quickly forgotten. It was as if Ellen didn’t understand her resolve to forever leave.

  Sunday was tomorrow and Ellen was still holding the wedding. She couldn’t believe that Ellen had snubbed her again. Molly was beyond feeling rejected. It felt like she was stuck at the bottom of a deep well with Ellen about to throw a large stone down at her. She realized she had failed miserably in trying to convince Ellen. It was time to go home and lick her wounds. Her bags were packed, ready to leave for the airport. Stella had insisted she go with her, but she knew Stella had to be at the wedding, representing her family, so Molly had refused. She just needed to go alone and sulk in silence.

  As she dragged the bag from the bed and turned, she saw the hotel door sl
ide open, and in walked Ellen’s mother with a stern face and creased eyebrows. Ellen followed in closely behind her. Molly was surprised to see them together, what fresh hell was coming her way now? She hadn’t told Ellen she was leaving, so what was she doing here? Ellen’s mother was carefully assessing her like she had stolen her last bottle of Botox.

  “Is this that woman?” she asked, sparing a glance behind her.

  “Yes mother.” Ellen said.

  “Are you sure you want her?”

  “Yes Mother. This is the woman I love, and I want to marry her.”

  Molly’s eyes popped open in an expression of stunned surprise. What? Hold up…. Say what? She hadn’t heard that right, had she?

  Ellen walked up to Molly and wrapped her in a warm swaddle of her chest and arms.