Forbidden Love

 

 The alarm on your nightstand blares in your ear, forcing you to roll over in bed and search for the silence button with your hand. Smacking various areas with no luck, you finally find the body of the clock and pull furiously, tearing the plug out of the outlet. Finally blessed with silence, you take a deep breath and rub your eyes, willing yourself upright after a few minutes. You don't hear anyone moving around upstairs, and looking at the blackened window at the top of your wall, you realize it must be late enough for everyone to have gone to bed. 

A slow gurgle emanates from your stomach as you crawl out of bed, and you grimace from hunger. Empty wrappers and a tub of G-fuel are the only things left in your room, so it looks like you're taking an adventure upstairs. You creep up the wooden staircase carefully, trying not to make any noise, and crack open the door to make sure nobody's outside. Satisfied that it's all clear, you slip through the doorway and make your way to the kitchen, clambering up the counter to reach the cupboards above you. You grab a bowl and set it down before climbing back onto the floor, bringing it with you to the refrigerator and filling it with various fruit. Grapes, an orange, some bananas, and an apple, tower within the bowl as you shut the fridge and make your way back down.

Munching on your breakfast, you wonder what you should do today. The upstairs neighbors keep hounding you about rent, but you feel like your presence in their home is payment enough. Maybe going out would be a nice change of pace. Last time you were in town there was a nice looking karaoke bar that had opened up recently, that might be fun to visit.

Finishing up your food, you toss the peels into your trash can and pull the small window open, scrambling up to pull yourself through and onto the ground outside. Brushing yourself off, you walk down street, street lights throwing shadows overhead. You make your way to the bus stop a few blocks away, stepping on board and riding silently into the neon illuminated city center, staring out the window until it makes its stop. 

Hopping off the bus, you look around to catch your bearings, noticing a small paper ad for the karaoke bar you were looking for plastered on the post beside you. The address appears to be just around the corner, and you cheer silently to yourself. Walking around with everyone else towering over you gets a little frustrating at times, and you'd rather not have to wander around behind people. 

Making your way around the block, you walk up to the front door and take a step inside when you feel a hand pull you by the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but you're not old enough to be in here." 

Looking back, you see a man in a black suit and tie shaking his head, motioning you back onto the street.

"Look, here's my ID, I'm not a kid." you sigh, pulling your wallet out and showing the door man.

"Oh, sorry. You just look really young. Go ahead, miss." he apologizes, giving a quick bow and letting you through. 

Grunting and slipping your wallet back in your pocket, you finally make your way inside the karaoke bar, immediately heading to get a drink. You order a cocktail and hand the bartender your card to keep the tab open, turning your head immediately after when you hear something coming from the stage. A slow piano melody fills the room as the machine begins the song, and you see a beautiful girl in an elaborate white dress standing in front of the microphone.

Brushing brown hair from her eyes, she takes the microphone in hand and begins to sing. Soft but powerful, the sound seems to pierce you through the chest. circling around your heart and pulling you to her. You completely forget about your drink as you fall off the bar stool and fumble your way over to the booths in front of the stage. Her eyes appear closed as she sings, swaying gently from side to side and lost in the music. Her words have a hint of a foreign accent, but you hardly notice, too entranced by her voice and beauty. You sit in silence, frozen, as she serenades the bar, but everyone else seems to disappear, the only people left in the room, the world, are you and her.

You stare in awe for the next few minutes, oblivious to the world around you until she finishes. As she finally opens her eyes, you jump to your feet and let out a loud cheer, immediately realizing what you did and running back to the bar. You order a second of the same drink and close out the tab, never having gotten the first, and down it as fast as you can, hunched over the bar and hoping she doesn't see you. 

"Thank you for your support, I'm glad you liked the song." 

Taking a seat next to you, the girl from the stage smiles as your face turns red. You don't want to be rude, but trying to talk seems impossible right now.

"My name's Nina, can I buy you a drink?" she asks, signaling the bartender. You still don't know how to answer, so you fill your mouth with ice and chew it nervously, spitting it back into your glass when you start getting a headache. 

"Hey, sorry. Yeah." you mumble, tongue numb from the ice. "That song you sang was really nice. What was it?"

"That was Riverside by Agnes Obel, a Danish singer. It was a favorite of mine back in school. I'm happy it resonated with you so strongly." Nina giggles, leaning closer. You can smell her perfume as she moves in, the faint scent of roses wafting through the air as her violet eyes gaze into yours. Time seems to stand still once again, but in a more real sense. You can see the bartender's movements slow until he comes to a complete stop, the room growing dark around you and Nina. Reaching forward, she takes your hand and rubs her thumb across your palm, sending shivers down the back of your neck.

"Do you want to get a private booth together?" she whispers with a smile. Your palm begins to tingle as she touches you, and you nod quickly, swallowing the lump in your throat. The rest of the room seems to come back to life around you, and you're led by the hand to a side hallway, Nina paying for two hours. You step inside the small room, a couch lining the back wall with a table in the center with the song choices, and look to Nina for guidance.

"I'm not really a good singer..." you stammer, eyeing the microphone on the table. 

"I won't force you, but how about a private show? Would that be okay?" Nina replies, flipping through the song book. You give a quick nod and cross your legs, boots knocking together as she finds something she likes. Plugging her choice into the machine, she takes a seat next to you on the couch and rocks side to side as the tune plays. 

Nina rests her hand on your knee as she begins to sing a rendition of 'Fly Me to the Moon', causing your cheeks to flush bright red. Her voice swirls around you like before, sending you on another high and making you melt into the couch. You listen intently to the end, your heart pounding in your chest as she places the microphone back on the table. 

"How was that?" Nina asks, squeezing your thigh. 

"It was... it was really good..." you mumble, still flustered. You want to tell her that it was the most beautiful thing you've heard, and that you wish you could listen to her forever, but you can't bring yourself to say it out loud. 

Noticing your reddened face, Nina withdraws her hand and pulls it to her chest, apologizing bashfully.

"I'm sorry! I didn't notice, erm... I apologize if I made you uncomfortable..." she sputters, turning red herself. 

"No! I didn't mind! It was... it was really nice..." you manage to answer, squirming in your seat. 

The both of you do your best to push past your collective shyness, and you end up making the first move by sliding closer to her. Breaking out of her embarrassment, Nina brushes your hair behind your ear and gazes into your eyes once more, her fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps across your skin as they drag down the side of your neck. You're not sure who leaned in first, but in the next moment you find yourself pressed against her body, lips locked with hers, her arms wrapped around your waist. The faint taste of her lip gloss rests on your tongue, mixing with the smell of her perfume and sending your head spinning.

Nina's fingertip traces up your spine slowly, under your poncho, and you can feel her fingernails drag gently back down, forcing a gasp from your lips and sending the both of you flat onto the couch as you arch your back. Your hair falls past your face as you prop yourself up over Nina's chest, taking great effort not to touch her inappropriately. Sensing your hesitation, Nina gives you a soft smile and takes your hand, placing it directly on her breast and squeezing lightly. You take half a minute just rubbing and feeling her beneath the soft fabric of her dress, marveling at the sensation before pulling your hand away and sitting up. 

"You don't have to be nervous with me." Nina whispers, reaching up to pull your face back to hers, her fingers gliding up the back of your neck and through your hair as she kisses you once more. Your eyelids flutter and shut tight as you let yourself fall into her embrace, every muscle in your body turning to jelly with each movement of her lips. Keeping her face close, Nina gently turns you over onto your back, her hair tickling your cheeks as it dangles by your face.

"Do you want to keep going?" she asks quietly, turning your head to the side and kissing behind your ear, her lips tracing delicately down the side of your neck. You try to get your mouth to form the word 'yes', but the only thing that comes out is a soft moan, your mind completely lost in the moment. Nina's hands rest on your waist as she bites lightly at the nape of your neck, sliding up your sides to push your poncho up and over your head. With fabric blocking your vision, you can't see what Nina's doing but you can feel her fingers creeping beneath your white undershirt, lips placing gentle kisses across your chest. 

Your arms fall across your face in embarrassment as Nina moves a single hand up your side to your chest, thumb brushing against your nipple and playing with it. Her lips trail down the center of your torso as she continues to tease your flat chest, the tip of her finger circling around your sensitive areas. You gasp and writhe beneath Nina as she expertly plays your body like an instrument, one leg hanging off the side of the couch, the other lifted over her shoulder when her mouth reaches your waistline. Flipping your skirt up, she rubs your damp panties with two fingers for a few seconds before pulling them to the side, her face disappearing as she pulls your skirt back over her head.

Your foot hanging off to the side twitches involuntarily as Nina's tongue makes contact with your lips, your boot slamming into the wooden couch panel. Staring at the dim lights overhead, you do your best to keep still as she laps at your slit, legs quivering in her arms. Your mind begins to wander as Nina swirls her tongue between your legs, and you wonder silently how you wound up with a pretty, talented, singer under you. A flick of Nina's tongue against your clit quickly shatters your daydream, and you're thrown back into reality, hips grinding weakly against her face. 

Nina's attention for the next few minutes focuses solely on your clit, her lips closing over the top of your slit and sucking gently as she works her tongue along it. Every muscle in your body seems to tense and release repeatedly as she works you over, and it isn't long before you let out a shriek as lightning shoots up your back, Nina's face receiving a coating of your juices. 

You collapse wordlessly on the couch as Nina kisses the inside of your thigh, letting your leg fall as she sits up with a smile.

"See, I knew I could get you to sing!" she giggles, wiping her mouth off with her hand. 

"Yeah, you sure did it." you croak, struggling to pull yourself upright. Scooting forward, Nina helps you up and rests your head against her chest, smoothing out your disheveled hair with her hand. You take a moment to recover and catch your breath, but Nina's free hand is already sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. Keeping your head close, Nina hooks her ankle around yours and pulls your legs apart just enough to get her fingers access, slipping two past your folds. 

Rendered helpless once more by her touch, you fight your trembling muscles to undo the back of Nina's dress, determined to make her squirm beneath you for once. As the white cloth falls down her body, however, she curves her fingers inside you, rubbing your G-spot and sending your entire lower body into convulsions. Clutching desperately, you shudder in place as Nina works her fingers inside you, pressing occasionally to send a new wave of tremors throughout your body. She gradually eases up and allows you to come down from your orgasm, giving you a slow kiss on the cheek and wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead.

Finally in control of your body once more, you push Nina onto her back, slipping the rest of the dress off her body. Even as she lies completely naked beneath you, she still gives you the same gentle smile, arms outstretched. Biting your lip, you crawl up so you're sitting above her waist, reaching down to play with her breasts. Her perfect bosom feels so soft against your hands, and you spend the next few minutes just kneading them in a trance, almost chewing through your bottom lip. Leaning in unconsciously, your face comes closer and closer until Nina's arms pull you in completely, her fingers running through your hair as you kiss across her skin. 

Closing your lips over her nipple, you flick your tongue across it, feeling it stiffen in your mouth. You can feel her shiver as you suck on it lightly, pulling your hair occasionally when you do something right and giving you silent encouragement. Your hands continue manipulating her breasts as you run your tongue across her nub, and you finally hear the quiet moan you've been waiting for from Nina's lips. You'd spend all day playing with her tits if you could, but making her as weak as she made you takes priority and you reluctantly pull yourself away. Crawling down her torso, you trail your tongue around her bellybutton slowly, hearing another stifled gasp from above before you continue down.

Hooking your fingers through the waist of her white panties, you slowly drag them down her legs, exposing her trimmed bush and damp slit. Your mouth begins to water as you pull her panties off completely, forcing yourself to take it slow and not dive in immediately. Kissing up her calf, you bite playfully as you make your way up to her thigh, tracing your tongue agonizingly slow along the inside until you feel her legs close around your head. Pulled in face to face, so to speak, you close your eyes and wrap your arms around her thighs, eagerly lapping at her cunt. 

Your fingernails dig into Nina's skin as you lick happily, her thighs quivering on either side of your head. Finally where you wanted to be all night, you take your time and tease her endlessly, keeping her just on the edge of orgasm but never letting her quite reach. Her taste coats your tongue as you bury it inside her as best you can, exploring every corner and crevice of her with your mouth. You intentionally avoid her clit to keep her close to cumming, but you can't keep away forever. Eventually, you give in and flatten your tongue, lapping at her clit and hearing a shocked moan followed by a hand on the back of your head pulling you in harder. 

You smile in satisfaction as Nina's body tenses and she grinds herself against your tongue, fingers digging into your scalp as you finally send her over the edge. Her moans echo throughout the room as you keep licking happily, the microphone laying nearby picking up her voice and sending it over the speakers. You do your best to keep her riding the wave, working your tongue faster until you tire out, the two of you eventually collapsing together in a puddle of sweat and girl cum. 

As you rest your head on Nina's thigh, catching your breath, you hear a knock from outside indicating your time in the room is up. 

"Fuck, I guess that means no cuddling." you mutter, looking around the room for your clothes.

"I have a hotel room not too far from here, if you'd like to come back with me..." Nina replies breathlessly, still coming down from her orgasm. 

"Sure, sounds like fun."

You prop yourself up with a groan and pull your poncho back over your head, readjusting your clothes before helping Nina with her dress. Sitting behind her and pulling up the zipper on the back of her dress, you get a sudden insatiable urge, pulling her long brown hair aside and latching your mouth onto the side of her neck. Nina lets out a quiet gasp as you wrap your arms around her body, cupping her breasts as you suck furiously on her skin. Squeezing and playing with her tits once more, you keep the suction on her neck for a minute, letting go briefly before sinking your teeth into the same spot with a sigh. You can feel her gripping your arm as you leave a mark on her neck, fingernails digging into your skin when you bite, then finally releasing as you let go to admire your work.

"Mmm... did you just mark me as yours?" she asks, falling back against you. 

"Maybe. I just wanted to do it. Do you want to be mine?" you reply, cradling her head.

"I don't think I'd mind. We should probably get going, though."

"Sure, just one more minute."

Leaning over, you press your lips to hers in a slow kiss, feeling her relax against you until another knock on the door shocks you back awake. Rearranging the room as best you can in a hurry, the two of you step outside and give a quick bow to the room attendant before running off into the night to Nina's hotel.