Fanfiction - LHDP - My girl 5/?
Title : My girl 5/?
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Show: LHDP
A/N: what if the kiss at Sara's Communion wasn't their first one?
Thank to xejanfan for the help.
It's really short, I know, I'll try to post the next chapter soon. I hope you enjoy anyway.
“Practice makes perfect,” Silvia said once. They weren’t certain on the perfect part, but they surely practiced a lot.
They were kissing, and a hand wandered under the shirt, then immediately withdrew.
The next time a hand stroked the back, up and down, up and down.
A few nights later they cast aside their shirts, after all they were both girls, there was nothing to hide or that they hadn’t already seen.
The next article of clothing to go was the pants: nothing to be ashamed, it was like being in a bikini at the beach.
Silvia’s thigh slipped between Pepa legs, pressing on her crotch and eliciting a gasp and involuntary thrust of hips that surprised them both.
After Pepa mirrored the action, it was only a matter of time before they consumed their relationship.
For her seventeenth birthday, Silvia obtained a lock on her bedroom door; officially the reason was to avoid embarrassing moments with her father. In actuality, without the fear of being discovered, Pepa was able to spend the night there, while her parents thought she was at Paco’s and Paco thought she was at home.
During those nights Pepa picked up the scientific attitude of her ‘friend’: they explored each other with method, caressing and kissing, nibbling and licking every single spot of their bodies, returning and insisting on the most sensitive ones.
They never talked about their arrangement, both being afraid of the outcome of an eventual discussion.
Pepa was dreading the moment when Silvia would announce that she had found a boyfriend and that their meetings had to stop. Many times she almost confessed her love, but she couldn’t take a rejection or a ‘we are just friends’ talk or pity. If Silvia only wanted her for practice, then she would settle for it, taking things as they came.
Silvia was confused and scared. She didn’t understand her feelings for Pepa, but she was pretty sure they surpassed what she should feel for a friend, even a fantastic best friend. She thought about talking with her since they had always talked about everything, without secrets, but she was afraid to drive her away.
She heard people talking about Pepa, about how ‘she didn’t do relationship’; she didn’t really think that Pepa would leave her, or stop talking with her, but she didn’t want to take the risk. If Pepa only want her as a fuck-buddy, like they called it on TV, she would settle for that, taking things as they came.
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Show: LHDP
A/N: what if the kiss at Sara's Communion wasn't their first one?
Thank to xejanfan for the help.
It's really short, I know, I'll try to post the next chapter soon. I hope you enjoy anyway.
“Practice makes perfect,” Silvia said once. They weren’t certain on the perfect part, but they surely practiced a lot.
They were kissing, and a hand wandered under the shirt, then immediately withdrew.
The next time a hand stroked the back, up and down, up and down.
A few nights later they cast aside their shirts, after all they were both girls, there was nothing to hide or that they hadn’t already seen.
The next article of clothing to go was the pants: nothing to be ashamed, it was like being in a bikini at the beach.
Silvia’s thigh slipped between Pepa legs, pressing on her crotch and eliciting a gasp and involuntary thrust of hips that surprised them both.
After Pepa mirrored the action, it was only a matter of time before they consumed their relationship.
For her seventeenth birthday, Silvia obtained a lock on her bedroom door; officially the reason was to avoid embarrassing moments with her father. In actuality, without the fear of being discovered, Pepa was able to spend the night there, while her parents thought she was at Paco’s and Paco thought she was at home.
During those nights Pepa picked up the scientific attitude of her ‘friend’: they explored each other with method, caressing and kissing, nibbling and licking every single spot of their bodies, returning and insisting on the most sensitive ones.
They never talked about their arrangement, both being afraid of the outcome of an eventual discussion.
Pepa was dreading the moment when Silvia would announce that she had found a boyfriend and that their meetings had to stop. Many times she almost confessed her love, but she couldn’t take a rejection or a ‘we are just friends’ talk or pity. If Silvia only wanted her for practice, then she would settle for it, taking things as they came.
Silvia was confused and scared. She didn’t understand her feelings for Pepa, but she was pretty sure they surpassed what she should feel for a friend, even a fantastic best friend. She thought about talking with her since they had always talked about everything, without secrets, but she was afraid to drive her away.
She heard people talking about Pepa, about how ‘she didn’t do relationship’; she didn’t really think that Pepa would leave her, or stop talking with her, but she didn’t want to take the risk. If Pepa only want her as a fuck-buddy, like they called it on TV, she would settle for that, taking things as they came.