The Pact
The PactMichelle leaned back against the pillows of her bed, her body still savouring the warmth of her last orgasm. Her hand stoked the soft hair of her young lover, nestled against her, head resting on her shoulder, with a slender hand lightly resting on one of her small, firm breasts. She had stopped crying, and now looked up at Michelle, her eyes red from her tears.?It?s not fair!? she said suddenly. ?I love you and I can?t see why my parents won?t understand.? She sat up, straddling...