Page 2 of Deliverance

“I’m Claire. Harry’s niece.”

I nod. Makes sense why I don’t recognize her.

“First time in Salem?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “My parents and I live in New York. We come to visit every few months.”

“Interesting,” I say as the bartender comes back with my whiskey.

“What is?” she asks curiously.

“You come around every few months, and yet I don’t recognize you.”

“Oh? Do you make it your mission to familiarize yourself with anyone who comes into town?” she teases with a smile.

I allow my tongue to trace my bottom lip subtly, a little test of mine. When her eyes snap down to the movement and watch it carefully, I know I’ve got her. This one was almost too easy, though it’s for the best. I wasn’t looking for much of a chase tonight.

Biting back a small smile of my own, I take half of a step towards her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as I allow my finger to trace down her neck before pulling away. Her breath upticks softly as I lower my voice for just her.

“When they look like you, absolutely.”

I can practically see the shiver running down her spine as her eyes flutter before looking up to me again. Typically, I try to be a little discreet at events like this. Being what the Brethren would consider “different” is not only frowned upon, it’s not tolerated. Being lesbian definitely falls under that justification, but tonight I’m sad, angry, and fucking horny. So, ask me if I give a fuck about the ramifications to come.

Holding my drink in one hand, I grab her hand with my other, lacing our fingers together as I wordlessly lead her out of the ballroom and towards the hallway. A few curious glances are thrown our way before everyone busies themselves with whatever the fuck they are so concerned about. Money, power, their next drink. It’s all the same. Oh, so boring and oh, so predictable.

“Where are we going?” Claire whispers, an excited lilt to her voice.

I look over my shoulder and give her a quick wink but don’t say a word as I lead us towards the bathroom. Pushing open the door, it swings shut behind us when I set my drink down onto the counter and cage Claire in against the wall. She inhales a sharp breath as her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. She looks hesitant but intrigued all at once, and I’m fucking living for it.

When you are a woman who loves women born into a patriarchal, archaic society, there aren’t a lot of opportunities to date others in the same place in their sexuality as you. So, I’ve settled for turning as many straight women as I can because, let’s face it, everyone is a little gay.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Claire?” I ask softly, trying not to spook the baby gazelle.

My fingers trace up her arm, drawing lazy patterns over her chest as I tilt my head curiously. She shakes slightly as she speaks.

“I-I’ve kissed my friend before. A couple times, when we were drunk,” she adds on like she’s defending herself.

I nod my head as my fingers move down her dress, my thumb brushing against her nipple before I pause at the hemline. She’s practically shaking with need as I press my body against hers.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes.” She breathes out.

I grin at that, cupping her face with my other hand as I pull her to me. She practically melts into me when our lips touch. She stumbles for a moment or two, and I let her find her rhythm before she becomes more comfortable. Once she does, I glide my tongue against hers, tangling ours together as my wandering hand begins to slide up her skirt. Her skin is as soft as her velvet dress, and when I run my finger along the seam of her lace panties, she shudders in my arms.

I pull away just for a moment so I can speak.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

She nods her head frantically, but that’s not enough. I need to hear her. She needs to beg me for it.

“Words, sweetheart. Give them to me,” I say as I run my mouth against her neck, nipping at her earlobe.

“Yes,” she moans. “Touch me.”

I smile against her sweet skin as my fingers slip beneath her panties, moving across her smooth cunt before slipping inside. She’s absolutely drenched, and when I push my finger in all the way, her pussy squeezes me twice.

Keeping my hold on her head, I drag her lips back to mine as I begin fingering her against the door. She moans into my mouth, whimpering and gasping as I continue working her over until she’s practically screaming against my lips. I finger fuck her through her orgasm and once it passes, I drop to my knees, lifting her dress to her hips and pulling her panties to the side as I flatten my tongue through her.