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The grand entrance to the gala is overwhelming, with bright lights and decorations that sparkle like diamonds. My mother has really gone to town this time.
I’m used to such extravagance and luxury but it still makes me feel icky and uncomfortable. Still, this event is important for me to attend. As I make my way inside, everyone turns their heads to look at me. Here, I am. No longer Willow, but Senator Rutherford’s daughter, which is both a blessing and a curse.
I feel exposed, even though I’m dressed beautifully. But despite how uncomfortable I feel, I try to hold my head high and appear confident. It seems like everyone there has someone to talk to except me. Which makes me a prime target for small talk.
As I make my way through the crowd, older men keep trying to chat and flirt with me. They talk about themselves and their accomplishments, clearly thinking they are impressing me. But all I can think about is how bored and uncomfortable I feel. I try to politely excuse myself from each encounter, but they just won’t take a hint. It’s exhausting.
I avoid my parents as much as possible, which is not easy. My radar is on full alert for them. I’m moving through the event seamlessly, never lingering in one place for too long. Making sure I take my seat at the last minute so I couldn’t get the “Willow darling” drop-by my mother loves to do. I settle in my seat, unfolding my napkin over my lap and glancing around the table.
Of course, I’m seated at the same table as my boss.
As soon as he sits down next to me, his charming presence makes me feel a bit more comfortable. He starts asking about my life outside of work and I find myself opening up to him. He is a nice guy--not what I expected. He is respectful in his questions, while pushing deeper to find out more from me.
I can see how impressed my boss is with my achievements and success. But deep down, I can’t help but wonder if this is all just for show. Does he really care about me, or is he just trying to get on my good side because of who my father is?
Either way, I know that making a good impression on my boss tonight is important for my career. So I play along and engage him in conversation throughout the night. Despite my reservations, I can’t deny that being in his company makes the evening slightly more bearable. Maybe, just maybe, this night isn’t such a waste after all.
But eventually, I can’t take it anymore. I find an excuse to leave early and practically run out the door, relieved to escape the stifling atmosphere. As the cab takes me away, I realize that money can buy many things, but it can never buy genuine human connection or happiness. And that thought makes me lean forward to tell the driver that my destination has changed. I need to go to where I really want to be: asleep in Lola’s arms.
I stumble into her apartment, tired and slightly tipsy from the wine that helped me survive the night. I can tell she is confused. It is Lola’s night off, so she has been resting for a while. She is already bleary-eyed and half asleep as I strip off my gown. She eyes it suspiciously and I know I am going to get questions about it tomorrow. I climb into bed next to Lola. I pull her up close and tight to me. I feel the need rise in her, to touch and to please me, but I stop her.
“I want you to fall asleep. Deep asleep in my arms. And then wake up to me,” I say. “I want you to know how it feels to wake up as my needy girl. Will you do that for me?” I ask Lola softly, as I wrap her up and play with her beautiful long hair. She nods, looking straight into my eyes as she does.
“I really want that.”
When Lola is really asleep, I put my hand on her head. I take my time gently guiding her down my body. She stirs a little, and I slow my pace until she is curled up warm between my thighs, her cheek gently resting against my pussy. She doesn’t even know I have put her there because she has slept through it, but now Lola can smell me in her sleep, and I like that.
Soon the efforts of the evening overcome me and I fall asleep myself.
I wake up to Lola nuzzling against my pussy. As I look down, I see that she is still half asleep. I reach down and open myself slightly for her. And as though on instinct, Lola’s mouth opens and her tongue reaches for me. I let out a sigh.
When she does wake, she will be surrounded by me. Her first everything will be me.
I start to rock more against her mouth. Small movements, but enough to make her body move too. I want her to wake up to me. I want to feel that pause as she stirs and tries to understand where she is. And then as she realizes . . . she’ll just settle in and lick more and more.
Slowly, Lola starts to wake.
I can see her eyelids flicker open. Her body tenses a little as that confusion flashes through her, as she tries to make sense of it all.
I stroke her hair the way I always do, soft and gentle, conditioning her body to know it’s okay. That she doesn’t need to think. She just needs to do whatever I want.
The moment passes and she reaches with her tongue again, settling immediately into licking me.
I let out a deeper sigh. Her tongue swirls as I feel her early morning hunger and her constant need for me. She has no shame or reluctance to show how much she wants me. Just eager, hungry licks, again and again.
I want to be her last taste every night and her first taste every morning.
My legs wrap around her. Sometimes I let her have space to explore and enjoy. But right now I need pressure. I need to grind against her pretty face.
She seems to sense what I want and pushes her face into me. Again and again in between licks. She knows what I want, and she gives it to me. She only wants to make me feel good.
“Fuck . . ..” I pull her in harder. My hips push up toward her. It makes me feel so good knowing that she has woken up like this. Minutes ago, Lola was asleep and now she is such a needy, desperate good girl, doing exactly what I want.
“You are such a good girl . . . such a good fucking girl . . .” I tell her over and over through my moans. Sometimes she can’t hear me because my thighs are so tight around her. But she knows. She can feel it. She can taste how good she is, all for me.
When I press her face tight into me it shuts everything out, and for once the noise in my head is quiet and I can lose myself in the feeling.
Her eyes are closed and I watch her lovely dark eyelashes flicker between my legs in concentration. Her face looks so beautiful, even there. Especially there.
