Circular

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Circular

Shiori was holding the locket purposefully over Juri's face as she ran her thumb slowly around the tiny golden frame which looped around her picture. The delicate chain of the locket hung down, its ends pooling upon Juri's collarbone.

The way Shiori's thumb traced around the little picture was mirrored by her other hand. She reached down, her arm draped lazily over Juri's stomach. Her fingers curled up, pressing into the damp flesh between Juri's parted legs, and her thumb moved in circles upon her clit.

It made Juri's body writhe where it lay on the creased sheets of her own bed. Her trousers and panties were hanging from the ankle which flopped over the edge and they dragged a little across the carpet whenever her leg moved. Her jacket was unbuttoned and spread out, displaying her chest with its pushed down bra and breasts which heaved as she panted and gasped under Shiori's touch. Juri had no idea what exactly her hair was doing but she could imagine it in disarray.

She watched Shiori. Watched as she examined the deep dark secret which she had protected and kept close to her heart for so long. Now it was as exposed as she was and with every round rub of Shiori's thumb around the picture there also came another swirl at her clit, which made her back arch up and twist her upper body a little to one side. Sometimes she would find herself coming down from one of those jolts with her head turned and would see the glass on the bedside table beside them. There was still some red wine left within it, but all Juri saw was the rim. When she saw it, she would hear the soft yet piercing whistle it had given as Shiori had wet her thumb and ran it around the edge.

The rim of the wine glass was circular too. Everything in Juri's life was circular at that moment, spinning around and around, no beginning, no end. There was the round glass, still with a hint of red wine running down its smooth edge where a drop had fallen from Shiori's wet finger as she had started to play that soft siren song. She could feel her mouth hanging open in an O as she panted and gasped, whined and pleaded in soft whispers.

There was the haze which was consuming her, trapping both Shiori and herself in a little word of their own. She imagined it to be like the swirling snowstorm which raged outside in the dark night. It was a place where she was doomed to lay back, her dignified and independent domineer shattered as she writhed beneath the touch of a hand. Her hand. Her hand which had been there each and every time as she lay in that very bed, alone, and was so easily able to deceive herself as she closed her eyes.

Most of all at that moment was the circling motions of Shiori's touch. Her fingers and thumbs continued to move, slow at first but swiftly gathering speed as she played her teasing game. Shiori's thumb continued to move around the thin golden frame of her photograph, keeping her eyes fixed upon it. Never looking at Juri. Her fingers continued to move inside her, pushing up harder and deeper as they went, swirling to mix up heat. Her thumb pushed and circled over her clit, drawing out gasp after gasp, whimper after whimper. It made Juri's body jerk and writhe as she tried to keep her eyes open, hoping in vain that Shiori might finally look at her.

Juri knew things would circle right back round to how they had been before. The burden would be tossed back upon her shoulder and she would continue to protect her secret, clutching it close to her heart.

The only comfort was knowing it would eventually circle back round to this.

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