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Mayberry kept avoiding her.
Martha couldn't help but notice that the uptight teacher couldn't even look her in the eyes.
She wondered, was she embarrassed about putting that hit out on her? Because that was such a nothing thing to be hung up on. They were dead. It was water under the bridge.
"Hey, why do you keep avoiding me?"
Mayberry turned her face away. "Fuck off, whore. I don't want to talk to you."
"Alright, bitch. Tell me how you really feel."
Mayberry blushed. That got Martha curious...
"Oh, I see..."
"What?"
"You got a thing for me."
"What?!" Mayberry cried, half turning back to her but stopping before looking her full in the face.
Oh, this could be fun.
"You're hot for me. It's no big deal. You don't gotta hide that."
Her face inched closer to looking at her.
"I don't... I'm not... g-g-gay."
"You sound like you've seen a g-g-g-ghost," Martha teased. "But you won't even look at me."
There. Mayberry finally looked her in the eyes. Her blush deepened. She obviously felt overwhelmed.
Martha was feeling a little hot, herself.
Stroking her cheek sweetly, Martha got closer, climbing into her lap and throwing her legs around the other woman.
Mayberry jumped in alarm. "W-what are you doing?"
Martha ground her hips into Mayberry's, her skirts bunching into the hollow between Mayberry's legs, and adding soft friction against her pussy.
"What we both want," answered Martha.
"What we... both...?"
Martha ground their hips together, and sparks flew as their clits came into contact with each other. Mayberry melted, and a glazed look came to her eye as she gave in to the feeling.
"I know you want this," said Martha. "Labels mean nothing. What matters is how you feel."
"No, I mean... do you want me? After everything?"
"Yes," moaned Martha, as she thrust against Mayberry's throbbing pussy. "Fuck yes. Right here. It's where I... always knew I belonged. Oh, fuck me."
Mayberry grabbed her hips. With a thrill, Martha let Mayberry grind up on her. She gladly rode her as Mayberry fucked her through the fabric.
"I guess... I always belonged here too," Mayberry replied. "I just never knew it."
As they rubbed up on each other, their clits rubbed together nastily, sending shockwaves through them both.
In the background, there were some hollers. Mayberry turned away.
"No," said Martha, turning her face back to hers, "keep your eyes on me."
Mayberry stared deep into her eyes as another blush came to her cheeks.
Martha kissed her, as they rubbed up on each other. Mayberry moaned in her mouth, as the friction between them increased, as they rubbed up hard on each other. Throbbing, tensing, rubbing, the sensations built up until...
They came together with a cry.