seat of her car. “Of us, Ginger. Together.” Iris stared at Ginger, tears filling her eyes she knew, if anyone could come up with a plan on what to do, it was Gin.
“Calm down, it can’t be that bad.” Ginger said softly as she pulled the pictures from the envelope, her eyes narrowed at the scenes captured. Immediately she could see why Iris was losing her mind, it was indeed, that bad. “These are from last night.” They were clearly done by an amateur but the accuracy was more than enough to cause a scandal. Personally, Ginger didn’t care about ruining her father, he could rot in hell and have these pictures tattooed to the back of his eye lids. But Iris, this would destroy her, and possibly her family.
“What are we going to do Gin …” Iris began to sob, closing her hands over her face.
Ginger scrutinized the pictures a few moments longer, there was no denying who the people were or what they were doing. Every picture seemed to vividly capture the heat of the moment. The photographer had enjoyed this. “These were taken from the bushes.” she pointed to the underbrush that was in the forefront of each picture, an attempt to get Iris to focus. “Maybe a yard or two from where we were…whoever this was had been following us.”
Iris pulled her hands from her face and peered over, trying to control her sniffles. “But. Why?”
Ginger shrugged. “Let’s face it Iris, your family is the creme de la creme of South Beach, whoever this is, wants to see you, or your parents be ridiculed. They were probably trailing you to catch any sort of dirt they could, I doubt they were expecting this.”
“What do I do?” Iris gave a pitiful whine, and then curled forward, hiding her head between her knees.
Ginger reached over and ran her hand through Iris’s sable hair in a comforting manner. She stoked it gently it as she thought on the present circumstances. “Kill the asshole who took these?” Ginger offered, trying to wrench a smile from Iris, she hated to see her cry.
Iris sat up abruptly and snatched the pictures from Ginger. “This is serious, Gin. I need help.”
She sighed, her failed attempt to rouse a positive response from Iris hitting her hard. But at least, she wasn’t crying anymore. “Alright, this is the way I see it lovely. The only choice we have now is to beat them to it. They think this will be some embarrassing moment for you, they want blackmail you into being their bitch. You have to stop them.”
“How?” Iris voice came out in a hopeless wail, lost as to what Ginger was getting at.
“Confess everything. Expose yourself, before they can expose you.” Her tone was strained. She didn’t like this idea any more than Iris would, but it was the only way out. “The person taking these pictures thinks you will be cow-tailed into doing whatever they ask.”
Iris stared at Ginger blankly, then turned away as she rifled through the pictures again. “If I do that…” Iris sucked in a shuddering breath. “Then w-we will be outcasts…” she stammered.
Ginger shrugged. “We are already outcasts Ri, they just don’t know it yet.”
Iris glanced up to Ginger; the truth of her words humbled her. It was true. They had always been black sheep. Their attraction to each other, made them different. “You’re right” Iris sighed. In deep contemplation, she leaned back against her seat and stared up at the roof of the car. “It was never going to last anyway, all this secrecy. In the end, it was all going to come writhing and wriggling into the light” She paused as she fought an internal war, trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do. “At least, we can be together.”
Ginger nodded, pulling her hand along Iris’s cheek, lifting her chin so she could see into the depths of her pale green eyes “Sweetheart, this person wants something from you, and I don’t want to know what it is. You need to set yourself free, set
Iris sat there staring at Ginger for a long moment, weighing the options in her head. “It will be difficult, building a life together.”
“I know.” Ginger smiled weakly. “But you’re worth it. We are worth it.”
Iris felt her resolve grow firmer, self-empowerment taking a strong hold. “We can’t let some creeper control us.”
Ginger held back a small laugh “No. We can’t”
Iris leaned forward, to run a finger along Gingers jawline. “Because we love each other”
“Very much.” the feelings Iris’s touch pulled to the surface made Gingers voice drop into a husky purr.
“I love you Ginger” Iris said softly as she watched her hand trail down along Gingers bodice. She wore another tank top, yellow this time, with the word ‘Hottie’ bejeweled across her breasts. It cut off just above her exposed navel, tight fitting jeans running along the expanse of her long legs.
Ginger offered a slow cheshire grin. The words could not have been sweeter, coming from the lips of someone she was already madly in love with. It made her heart race; countless nights had been spent, dreaming of the day when Iris would utter those words. “You know I love you.” She teased.
Iris grinned as she sat up in her seat, taking Gingers hand in her own. “My parents are going to be gone for a few hours…come inside with me?”
Ginger leaned forward across the seat, capturing Iris’s’ lips in a long kiss. “How can I deny you, anything?” She whispered softly against the skin of Iris’s cheek.
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The door to Iris’s room slammed shut as Ginger pressed Iris frantically against it, pulling her clothes free to land in a crumpled heap on the floor. Their passion was maddening, not even air was left to exist between them as they relished in the heat of their flesh pressed together.
Ginger took her sweet time with Iris, paying special attention to her breasts, running her tongue along each peak and the crest of each nipple. Hungrily, she lapped at them, finding herself rejoice as they turned to tight nubs beneath her lips. “I am going to make you mine today Iris.” Ginger whispered after pressing a trail of kisses up to the soft lobe of her ear. “I am going to make you say those words over and over again.”
Iris whimpered, pulling a leg up around Ginger to curl over her slender hips. “Yes” Iris breathed and lulled her head back against her door, fingers digging urgently into Gingers shoulders.
Ginger growled and nipped at Iris’s breasts before pulling her forward only to push her towards the bed. Masterful hands moved Iris to bend over the tall bedframe. She relished the view of Iris’s wide hips and curved ass that now hung in the air before her. She pressed herself against Iris, laying her own body along the length of Iris’s back, hands slowly following the curves of her lovers’ arms before she curled her fingers around her wrists. Her weight easily pressed Iris into the bed, Ginger pulled Iris’s hands behind her, holding them tightly against the small of her back, the other hand spread the girls’ lower lips wide, she stretched them out. “Say it…” Ginger purred “Say it and I will give you release.”
Iris moaned against the blanket pressing into her face, a wicked grin playing at her lips. She knew what Ginger wanted, but this battle of wills more enticing with each passing moment. If she wanted to claim her, she would have to work for it, and wrench the requested words from her panting lips. “Make me…”
Ginger grinned and raised a hand, bringing it down hard to slap her ivory ass. “Defiant are we?” She purred, and began to rub the spot she had just smacked. Ginger pulled her eyes from the delicious sight before her, only to grin evilly when she spied a pair of scarves that hung over the door handle. “Don’t move.” She gave the lusty command, and then crossed the room to draw to a halt by the door.
Iris remained perfectly still, mesmerized by the sway of Gingers’ hips as she moved, sea green eyes widened as Ginger tugged the scarves free and returned to the bed. She felt her body respond immediately, it clenched up tight only to release a few seconds later. This was making her wildly hot, painfully aware of the moisture seeping between her legs.
“Time to teach you a lesson.” Ginger sang as she fastened the scarves around Iris’s’ wrists, making sure the knot was loose enough for her to wriggle free of, if she wanted, but kept just the right amount of hold, to give Iris the feeling of being bound for Gingers’ personal use. Slowly, Ginger teased a finger along the crack of Iris’s ass; following the curve as it lead her to her dripping entrance, already quivering with want of her touch.
“Look at that…” Ginger dropped to her knees, planting her face into the crevice of her silky thighs, lightly teasing her clit with her mouth and tongue.
Iris squealed with delight and wriggled as Ginger lapped up her juices. She moaned softly, turning her face into the covers to muffle the sound.
Ginger was enjoying the sweet addicting taste of Iris, the scent of her sex, so intoxicating, it almost had her feeling drunk. She curled her fingers along the curve of her ass and gripped it tightly, feeling the firm flesh mold beneath her fingertips. Unabashedly, she invaded that tight hole with her tongue. She was careful not to go too far
