Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
A Sinful Act>: 11

Warning: The finale to this story is not for everyone it contains nonconsensual sex and forced breeding. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

A few days after her encounter with Anna at the swimming pool Ivy finally got her period, and practically wept with relief. That night she prayed, thanking God for his mercy. She promised never to stray again. She even swore she'd give up masturbation, shunning the terrible thoughts she had so often about Anna in favor of a more virtuous life. That promise only lasted until the night she stopped bleeding though. Ivy just couldn't help herself. Now that she'd found out what she'd been missing out on, she just couldn't keep her hand out of her panties. Almost every night after she turned off the lights to go to bed she made herself orgasm at least once.

She was ashamed of herself, of course. Ashamed enough that she didn't do it with the lights on or in the shower, but not ashamed enough that she didn't close her eyes and force her body to cum again and again. Some nights she had tried to imagine people besides her sweet beautiful Anna molesting her, but it just wasn't the same. Even trying to relive her only sexual experience with a man did nothing for her. No matter how much she'd enjoyed what Brian did to her in the moment, it did nothing in her imagination. Once she found out she wasn't pregnant, the first thing she did was block that asshole's number. She never wanted to so much as hear his voice again.

At school that wasn't a problem. Her campus was large enough that she rarely saw either Anna or Brian between classes. It did cut into her social life though. Over the next week she missed a couple parties because she was sure he was going to be there. People still gossiped about her. Now that she'd stopped dating him though, or at least stopped pretending to, people mostly whispered about the breakup. The minority with a different story said that she'd stopped drinking because she was pregnant and worried about the baby. It didn't matter to Ivy either way. They could say whatever they wanted as long as they weren't calling her a lesbian anymore. In a few months she'd walk across the graduation stage without a hint of a baby bump and prove all of her haters wrong.

Ivy did her very best to use the terrible events of the last few weeks as a wake up call, and concentrate on school. She really wanted to be the person that her parents thought that she was, and after getting a taste of how terrible the consequences of sin truly were, she did her very best to focus on her studies and her faith. The only chink in that armor was the beautiful Anna. Every time Ivy accidently stumbled across her between classes she got flustered as she melted a little bit inside. It was hard not to though, considering how many times she'd cum to her fantasy lover. Every time she saw her now she had trouble not undressing Anna with her eyes to relive that incredibly sexy moment they'd shared in the locker room. Anna didn't seem to notice the effect that she had on the other girl at least, for which Ivy was eternally grateful.

All that changed one fateful Wednesday almost two weeks after their encounter at the pool. Ivy had spotted Anna eating lunch on the quad with a few of her friends, and decided to sit with them, lingering at the edge of the conversation. "Yeah, that sounds fun and everything, but I've already got plans Friday." A brunette girl that Ivy didn't know said, "My boyfriend wants to go camping, or something stupid like that."

"Oooooo," Tracy cooed. "Sounds like someone's going to get lucky..." Ivy had a couple classes with Tracy last year, but didn't even consider the redhead an acquaintance at this point. "As if," the first girl shot back over a chorus of giggles, "Have you ever tried to clean up after sex in a tent? It's gross."

"That's what skinny dipping is for, isn't it?" Anna chimed in, making Ivy blush at the mental image. She'd already seen her naked and in a bathing suit, so it wasn't hard to imagine her standing there in the chest deep water of the reservoir, with rock hard nipples from the icy water.

While everyone else laughed at that Ivy spent a long moment studying her sandwich in detail, lest she look up and let anyone see the guilt in her eyes.

"Well - if you decide to cancel, you can always bring him to the party with you," Anna continued, smiling. "It won't have skinny dipping, but it does have a pool so maybe even Todd will manage to get you nice and wet." After that there was a series of jokes and then an argument about whether or not Todd could actually get a girl wet, even if he had a pool, but Ivy didn't pay attention. Instead she focused on the way her heart sang at the idea that Anna was going to be going to a party this weekend. She didn't want to make it obvious, so she didn't ask about where it was or anything - she could find that through the grapevine later. She was excited though. After weeks of keeping her head down she was finally going to get the chance to run into Anna again, and if she just so happened to get her alone and they just so happened to kiss...

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Ivy spent the rest of the day lost in the clouds at the idea. It was all she could do to restrain herself and avoid writing 'I + A' in little hearts on her notebook page. She'd accepted that she was attracted to Anna, but that didn't make her a lesbian - after all, she wasn't attracted to any other women, so as long as no one found out everything would be just fine.

No one found out about her crush, but she did find out that the party in question was in the Troy's home, out by the edge of town. She'd been there before, and knew that it was one of the nicer houses in town, which made it perfect. There were plenty of rooms and closets that a young couple might disappear into. That night Ivy buried two fingers in her burning pussy while she imagined the two of them sixty-nining in the pool house, Anna's screams of ecstasy muffled by Ivy's pussy while the party carried on all around them, barely hidden by four thin walls and a locked door. It was one of the hottest moment's of her life, even if it hadn't actually happened, but she spent hours the next day feeling guilty about it as if it had. Yet, she corrected herself mentally. Even if it hadn't actually happened yet. She spent the next two days in a fog, waiting for the appointed day.

Ivy had chosen a dark knee length skirt with a gray sweater. The sweater was just for her parents though. As soon as she was out of the house she took it off to reveal a light gray blouse that clung to her and her push up bra so it looked like she actually had cleavage. She was sure that this outfit would catch a lot of eyes tonight, but for once that wasn't the point. This time there was only one particular pair of eyes she wanted to feel roaming her body.

She arrived a little after nine, to find the party already in full swing. Some guys were playing beer pong next to the pool, and apparently losing required being thrown in or something, which was kind of funny. Seniors from her school along with some of the recent graduates that were at the community college now were scattered around the house in small knots. Brian was there unfortunately, but Ivy did her best to avoid him in her search for Anna, who she eventually found downstairs chatting with a few of her friends while the stoners were smoking out by the window.

"You want a hit?" Darren asked, when she walked down the stairs.

"No thank you," Ivy answered. "I'm good." She'd never really touched the stuff, though she'd pretended to take small hits at other parties before. If she could loiter around while Anna got stoned though then maybe she'd find an excuse to get the two of them alone.

"Your loss babe - this is some good shit," he said, turning his attention back to the bong they were using. After that she asked a few questions about how it all worked, and how they covered up the smell so their parents didn't notice. This was just to pass the time and avoid awkward silences though, so she didn't really pay attention to the answers. She only had eyes for Anna, and right now Anna didn't seem to be aware that she existed. Ivy lingered a few minutes longer before eventually leaving. She wanted an opportunity, but the last thing she wanted to do was to appear desperate. Nothing was less sexy than desperation, so she went back upstairs and had a beer while she chatted with a few boys.