Lily, still standing, breathes like she just finished a marathon while she comes down from her little tantrum. You're only glad that it was directed at Mr. S rather than at you. And hey, he needed someone to tell him off. Now it's only you and Lily in the practice room. With the sun fully set, this place has a strange energy to it. The fluorescents seem brighter than usual, contrasted as they are against the dark outside the windows. Being on school grounds, by yourselves, so late, is an alien feeling.
You queue up for another game. "Come if you're coming," you tell her.
Lily turns on you. Oh shit. Her tantrum wasn't over. It was just the eye of the storm passing overhead. She's gonna--
She gets in your chair with you. She presses down on the seat with one of her knees, propelling it backwards, and as that small momentum pushes you up against the nearby wall, she brings her other knee up too. She's atop you in a sense, as she holds your shoulders for balance, and gets her lips so close to yours that if either of you puckered you'd be kissing.
"Lily--" you breathe. You hold your hands up as if you're a surrendering soldier, and lean back in an attempt to distance yourself. But there's nowhere to go.
"Knight in shining armor, huh," Lily sneers.
"Summer's words," you tell her. "Not mine. A-are you mad about that? Well, I agree. I'm not a, a, a knight. You know? I'm not knightlike. Knightesque. I mean. I'm so unknightly."
"No," Lily says. "You are. You had my back."
You shake your head. Lily runs her hands up and down the sides of your face. Her palms are warm, but small and dainty, and she feels much weaker than her tough facade tries to suggest.
"We had our lives on the line," she says. "You and me. In the thick of it. And you didn't even have a gun. But you threw a fucking chair at the man. That's some knight shit."
"Lily... I-I have a girlf--"
"I've never got with a girl who I thought could stand up like that. Someone who'd take me in a fight if it came to it." She puts her face against you where your shoulder meets your neck. Kisses you there. Your spine stiffens. Through the smooch, Lily says: "someone I can fucking... I don't know. Respect?"
You slide your hands underneath, and push against Lily's chest, forcing her back a little. She grins at you.
"I'm seeing someone," you tell her.
"Yeah? So? I'm seeing plenty of someones," Lily says. She starts kissing your neck again.
"I don't want her to--"
"Text Summer and tell her to get her ass over here, then." Lily switches sides, kissing you on the other half of your neck. "She owes you, too," Lily adds hotly. "We'll treat you real nice..." Her body, small as it is, is soft, and feels warm against you. It reminds you of being with Amber. When she's all excited, her body gets feverish and her muscles get restless, she gropes and squirms. She writhes. And she softly moans as she showers your neck with increasingly forceful, suckling kisses. You're gonna have hickeys.
It has the effect on you she was hoping for. You let your head hang back and sigh, unable to stop yourself. And as she explores your body, you run your hand up and down her back -- which pulls her closer, encourages her to kiss you harder.
"I got fucking wet when you pulled that shit," Lily tells you. Then corrects herself: "No. I got fucking wet when you told me about Summer sitting on you. I was jealous. You eat pussy, Wes? You a pussy licker?"
"Sometimes..." you admit.
Lily goes for your lips. You let her. You kiss, and Lily's tiny pink tongue dances at the back of your mouth. Like her outside, her inside is all warmed over. You wonder absently whether her cunt is this warm too. You want to find out.
"You like getting eaten?" Lily asks. You nod, your lips brushing hers as you do. "Hmmm~" Lily giggles. "You like getting fucked, too?" She asks, with an obscene enunciated emphasis on "fucked." Her kisses grow bolder. She untucks your blouse from your skirt and peels it from your body. Whipping it around like a lasso, she finally discards it. You're already taking off your bra for her. You're wet now, too. Lily got your pussy wet and now you're gonna spread your legs for her like the slut you are.
With her forearm against the entire left side of your head, she bows and licks you. A long, slow, sensual transit that begins from the space between your breasts, up your neck and over your chin, past your mouth and nose, ending at your forehead.
Then she stands. "Lily--" you moan, sitting forward, startling as the chair's seat tips to become parallel with the floor again. You're worried she's going to leave you in need. But she only got up to strip. Her underwear is strapless: an adhesive backless bra that accentuates what little she has in the way of breasts, and a C-string panty that hardly covers her bald slit. You spy the top of her quivering pussy, and nestled in it her clit, both totally unconcealed by the too-small undergarment.
She catches you staring and admonishes you. "Slut. Are you hot, too? You're dripping. Don't lie."
You nod. How could you not be dripping, confronted with Lily's itty bitty, nearly nude figure? Of course you are. Your twat is twitching and leaking inside your underwear.
"Show me," she says.
You show her. You unhook your skirt and let it lay flat against the chair. Your plain white panties are turned gray by the spreading wet spot. Lily rewards you for letting her peek, by letting you get a peek too. She pulls her bra and C-string off. Her nipples are the color of raw umber, her pussy lips too. Not the inside of her pussy, though. She spreads herself with V-shaped fingers, revealing flamingo pink inner walls. Her soft and supple mound visibly compresses from the heel of her palm pressing down. Her genitals glisten under the light. Lily giggles at how you gawk.
"Let's be sluts together," Lily says. She rubs her pussy. It's not for show, or to turn you on, she's simply masturbating. "Don't you like being slutty?"
"Uh huh," you groan, and rub your pussy too. Facing each other, you frig yourselves -- you sitting, Lily standing. You're not worried about dignity right now, so you get your hand inside your panties and dig at your itchy hole directly, the way you would if you were by yourself. But it doesn't matter how shamelessly you dig and claw, you still itch unbearably. Your cunt aches for real relief. Lily, staring, lets her mouth hang open.
"Here," Lily offers. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bright purple toy. It's shaped like a lazy cursive U, with two semi-flattened heads at either end. Lily flicks a switch. The thing comes to life. It buzzes and hums, and undulates like a snake. "Trib with me," Lily says, "let's cum together."
She sits on the floor and spreads her legs so far apart that she's nearly doing the splits. Her toes wiggle in pleasure and her eyes roll back when she gets one half of the toy inside herself. Desperate, you weakly slide from your chair, pulling off your panties, and get down there together with her. She bites her lower lip in concentration and steers the other half of the toy towards your waiting pussy.
"Fuck," you breathe. This thing vibrates more resonantly than any toy you've ever used. Though it can penetrate only shallowly, it feels like it's sending seismic waves straight into your womb. It hits some sort of harmonic frequency that turns your cervix to jelly and rattles your uterus. You understand the reason for its shape now: when inserted like this, with the partners facing one another, that snakehead of hard silicone presses cruelly on your G spot. And as the toy flexes up and down, it's like you're getting a five-star massage directly on your cum-button. "Unnnhhh," you grunt, swaying, losing control of yourself. Your genitals shudder and you squirt against Lily.
Lily hugs you, holding her wrist with her other hand behind your back, and scoots herself closer. You imitate this with your legs, locking your ankles together just above her tailbone. The toy disappears inside your bodies. Your cunts kiss. Your mouths kiss, too. "Oh fuck, baby..." she whispers in your ear. "Cum with me. Let's cum all over the fucking place."
She starts to bounce on her butt. The vibrator rubs back and forth against your inner walls. The room's only sounds are the steady bzzz, bzzz, bzzz of the rotors, still so loud even buried to the hilt in your cuntmeat. Plus then your desperate, girly groaning -- yours as well as Lily's -- and the sucking squelches of your messy pussies sliding over each other's. You're fucking her and getting fucked at the same time. And yet it's also masturbatory. Naked on the floor in the middle of this classroom, you're masturbating together. And you're making out. Lily's spearmint breath and tongue reach all the way to the back of your throat.
"I wish you could cum inside me," you mewl.
"I am gonna cum inside you," Lily promises. Her voice is rough and raspy. "You want it that bad, slut bitch?"
"Yes... yes!"
"Little cunt. Messy fucking little cunt..."
Your fingertips play against each other's faces while you kiss and hump yourselves into oblivion. Your hips wag like copulating dogs. "I'm gonna cum inside you, too," you tell her.
"Yeah?" She says, high pitched and breathless. "Gonna make me your slut?"
"Fuck, yes."
"Gonna cum from rubbing our pussies? Gonna make your clit quake? Raping me get you off?"
You cup one of her tits in your hand, stoop, and suck on the nipple. It's springy and hard. Her skin tastes salty. Suckling her like this makes her bite her knuckles to suppress a scream, but she pets you to encourage you to keep going. "You're gonna make me lose my load," she warns.
"Do it, you stupid slut, do it!"
She slaps you. You, reeling in shock, haul back and slap her too. That startling combination -- the sting of your reddening cheeks paired with the continuous cresting of pleasure deep inside your quim -- is so perfect you feel like you could get addicted. From there, you alternate slaps and kisses. Your humping turns erratic and uncoordinated. The room fills with the heavy thwacking of your blows and the deep, guttural grunts of pain they elicit.
And finally it happens. You cum all over each other's pussies. When Lily hits orgasm, her voice is at its most feminine. She wrenches her eyes shut and goes "ahhhn~" as she lets go. The space between you becomes a sloppy mess as you cream in tandem. The toy is relentless, and it's as if you're getting milked as you dump your juices all over the ground. You slap each other until you see stars. You cum until you're empty. And as you fall onto your back, totally spent, Lily falls with you. She lays over top of you and sucks your face as you drift in and out of a half-conscious stupor. That goddamn toy is still vibing, and your over-sensitive insides can't handle it anymore. You feel your brain cells dying one by one from the overwhelming magnitude of pleasure.
It's really, really fucking good.
"Dumb bitches. Haha."
Lily's eyes bug out. That voice just now, tinny and static-soaked, came from her headset. She dismounts you, stumbles to her feet, checks her PC. "FUCK!" She shouts. You prop yourself on an elbow and watch. Lily frantically takes her seat again and hops into the game. The two of you must have stayed in the lobby by accident, and some pub randos joined while you were afk.
"Wes! Come on! Fuck!" Lily shouts.
A little less harried, you join Lily at the table. Stark naked, the two of you play the rest of the match out, trying to salvage things. Of course, you lose anyway. Lily blames you.
GIRLS FUCKED: 3/9