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St. Marriott's (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Heidi was adorable and Kat loved it. There was something about cute things in general that really grabbed her attention. Sure Kat wasn’t the type to wear frilly or cute outfits and she had nothing really girlish to speak of, but she really liked things that were cute and girlish. It was odd really, one would think she would be the type to like sexy and mysterious, and while that was the image she preferred for herself what she really liked was different. Now her track record spoke differently, she had a tendency to fuck and play with girls of a similar style to her own, mysterious, sexy, and sometimes a bit slutty. However cute girls had always caught her eye and while she never believed that type of woman would want someone like her, as none of them had approached her previously, she was glad one had. To make things better Heidi was the epitome of cute, she was outwardly cute, had an adorable personality, and Kat was quickly finding out she was cute as fuck during sex. She was the whole adorable package, bow and all. While normally that would simply catch her attention, make it difficult to take her eyes off Heidi and make her head and nights full of thoughts of her, the current state took things much further. The current situation was proof of that, she was on top of Heidi and currently exploring every inch of the delicate flower she had taken such a liking to, like a bee finding a very wonderful flower, and she had no plans of stopping.

Kat’s plans were to continue having fun until she was satisfied, and that didn’t seem like something that would happen quickly, she was going to use Heidi until they were both nice and worn out. That was the best kind of sex, sex that totally drained all parties involved of all energy and the ability to think clearly, even if only for a moment. That was the kind of experience she had in mind, for herself to make the most of what she found herself doing, and also to make it worthwhile for Heidi. To do that she was going full force, but Kat also wanted to have a bit of fun with it all. Kat’s current state of mind had her just as interested in making Heidi show more of her cute side as she was in finding her own pleasure. Her skill seemed enough to have Heidi become adorable, her body convulsed and squirmed beneath the experienced woman Kat was, her finger expertly playing on ever one of Heidi’s vulnerable spots, hitting whatever seemed to give the small girl pleasure over and over again. There was no leniency, no mercy, she was going for ultimate brain melting pleasure.

When her finger felt the grip and convulsion that signaled payoff for her efforts Kat smirked, her lips retracting and her eyes looking up at Heidi as the fluid washed over her finger and began coating part of her hand and Heidi’s own thighs. “Seems you enjoyed my appetizer…” She smirked again, one eye raising up as a part of her whimpered in defeat, unable to stop herself from going in full force like some kind of nympho who couldn’t control her desires at all. It was basically true, the current situation proved how little determination she truly had, in Kat’s mind it meant she would probably fail at maintaining the grades and performance required to keep her scholarship. It wasn’t a pleasant thought, however she found herself unable to give a damn in the moment and instead removed her finger and slowly lapped up every drop of Heidi’s juices that she could find. She had started with her own hand, licking and drinking every little droplet, and then she moved to Heidi’s thighs, slowly running her tongue up the delicate smooth skin. They were impressive legs and licking them had Kat aroused as much as she was sure her actions aroused Heidi, purposefully making each lick long and teasing. Her hands didn’t stay in place however, both moved upwards and explored her body, moving across the smooth stomach and up those tantalizing sides. They squeezed her ass and pinched her delicate nipples, those lovely pink peaks atop two sexy mounds.

At one point her hands ever became a tad aggressive, tweaking each nipple at the same time, but only for a moment. When that was done, every drop licked from any exposed part of Heidi’s body, Kat moved upwards and crawled atop Heidi, looking down at her with a lioness type vibe, obviously in control and wanting to play with her prey. “So… Tell me my cute little Heidi, how many girls have you been with? How many people have touched this…” She paused and ran a hand gently over Heidi’s body, as if worshiping it, a soft wanting moan escaping Kat’s lips as her desire swelled. “Masterpiece.” She wanted an answer, there was no rhetorical tone and she didn’t move things along, though she did take off every piece of clothing on the upper half of her body, tossing it aside while managing to keep eye contact the entire time. “Tell me.” Her voice wasn’t sharp or demanding, it only conveyed her desire to know and as she reiterated that she wanted it with a small “Come on” she stood to her feet and slid out of every other shred of clothing she had until she was naked.

Kat was not normally one to get in the buff on a whim but her mind was in a different place at that time and she had quickly decided to do so. Now visible were her tattoos and everything left to the imagination was now on display. Her nipples were both pierced, tasteful small studs. She lower herself back down, her firm ass pressing down onto Heidi’s chest, a bit higher up than she had been when she stood. She was looking down once again with a mischievous look on her face. Her hand brushed Heidi’s cheek lightly and she licked her lips at the sight beneath her, the lovely lady who seemed to be putty in her hands. Her hand moved upwards, up into that gorgeous mane of hair, and she gripped it gently, “Ready to take care of me? Hmm?”
 
Heidi thought she knew what she wanted in a woman, thought she knew what was attractive and alluring – really though, her impressions of her own wants and needs were just as unrefined and scattered as the emotional state she was found listing through on any given day it seemed. She’d found things in Kat she adored and admired but they weren’t a specific type and Sera and Tamera had been so supremely different… that said, Sera and Kat were somewhat similar in body type and tone, the similarities ended there but those were similarities enough to be mentioned with ease, to be pointed out even – but the things she’d seen in Kat that attracted her were unique ones! Maybe Heidi just didn’t have a type, maybe Heidi didn’t know what she wanted, after all – Tamera and her had been friends for years before what had happened between them and after her it had been Sera that searched her out not the other way around. One thing Heidi did know about women she liked, in superficial standing at least – she found the roots of her fitful fantasies to be like Kat, Sera and Tamera – taller than her, strong capable arms, she wanted a woman who could hold her tight when all her insides wanted to do was escape from every angle in an act of emotionally fueled mutiny, she didn’t lust after being held down – just held. She’d never experienced anything like this and admittedly it fueled her in a very thrilling way.

… maybe her wants and needs were becoming more refined in this trial by fire as it were. Heidi’s eyes did have a habit of wandering but they never really wandered to women for long in a lusting sort of way, maybe because there was still a woman inside her head who owned many if not all those sorts of thoughts even after she began searching out a new point of focus – after she began searching out Kat. Whatever the case, she didn’t fawn over slutty girls and a cute girl… well, pained as she may be to admit it, Heidi wanted, no needed to be the adorable little spectacle. As much as she hated the cut eye stares she received for being so odd, she thrived on the idea she was cute – dressed so cute – had such a knack for it, for embodying that adjective she loved so dearly. Heidi had no desire to find herself beneath an undeniably strong woman who flaunted it, not like Tamera or Sera but like another girl Sascha – who was cruelly referred to as a bull-dyke behind her back in the halls. Beyond the honest reasons she’d told Kat in the halls the day before, she really did seem perfect for her… strong, sexy, confident, she was everything Sera had used her power to become – without selling and losing her soul in the process as far as Heidi could have been concerned if she gave comparison the power of thought.

The sex, this sex, well – it was amazing also of course. She’d made her gush so quickly, the sort of orgasm that made her face burn and tingle and her lips go numb, the sort of orgasm that made her knees shake and her fingers twitch like she were holding the rail of a roller coaster… Sera could do that to her too of course, but had never done it to her with such demanding… it never felt so naughty with Sera and it was something that while it made Heidi cringe and whimper inside she loved the thrill, it set her aflame and for the moment she didn’t wonder if her disappointment in herself could be greater than her parent’s, she didn’t wonder if she had enough pills from the doctor or remedies of her own design, she didn’t wonder if her toes would fall off one day because they itched, she didn’t wonder if there might could be a runaway bangle from any given day hiding beneath her desk just out of reach making all her outfits incomplete just like her misshapen and mistreated heart. –she didn’t wonder about any of it, she just breathed deep, in and out, laboured, exhausted breaths, with the odd coo of vulnerability and whimper of embarrassment as she heard Kat’s tongue roll and lips slap around her fingers, another and a cringe as she felt her tongue lapping and rolling about her quick becoming overly sensitive skin – chilling in the crisp autumn air as soon as the attention shifted to the next drops of her lust. The wandering hands made her squirm and squeak, especially when they tweaked and pinched her sensitive dusty nubs atop her chest – clearly her most sensitive of flesh beyond the petals between her legs, only could she really begin to catch her breath and release when Kat began to crawl atop her – looking down into her half lidded eyes. Her lips pursed tight, a squiggled little line of anxiety and confusion creeping past the afterglow of a sorted orgasm – her expression troubled in deciding if it should be one of complete satisfaction, mind numbed release or the squirming and adorable innocence Kat had started to fuck out of her.

She looked up with shock at the question, than curled into herself almost distressed by the question, even with the soothing hand grounding her to the soft blanket beneath. It wasn’t rhetorical and Heidi had always been honest to a fault, still she tried to avoid the question with a small hiss as she felt Kat’s weight shift. A poke into the corner she was being backed toward, another demanding jab even if the tone be playful “J-just two! –Just Sera and Tami…” She blurted then scrunched her face, closed her eyes in an almost childish you can’t see me if I can’t see you sort of variety. She didn’t even realize she’d just done a very bad thing, outing Tamera like that, but all she could think to do was defend herself, like Sera was insinuating it would be much more with all her talk of liking younger women and trying to seduce her and, it had put her in a very vulnerable raw sort of place –she’d done a bad thing, she’d know that later.

A hand on the back of her head made her eyes open after some rustling she couldn’t hear over the pounding of her heart on her eardrums. She found Kat atop her with all on display – her tattoos and piercings, iris’s shrinking down to pinheads, jaw dropping slightly, a new type, her type – quick decided… bad girl, Kat was the exact epitome of what scared her parents, she was like the sort of women Brooklyn kept around, tattoos and piercings, a hard firm body and the will to use it, she was suddenly aflame with desire and while it would remain the sort that had her squirming and making only the cutest of admissions through a tense jaw she wanted nothing more than to taste of the flesh and the ink beneath, of the steel, it seemed Kat wanted that just as, if not worse than she could, the gentle grip plenty to spur her up after a look of hesitation – a seeking glimpse for approval even after Kat had asked if she was ready.

Two hands found Kat’s thighs, her arms raising slightly and curling around her frame to grip the strong legs tight as she craned her head forward and planted a dainty kiss upon the skin just beside petals farm more aromatic to her than any flower she’d known. “Ready.” She chimed, not as bright as she may generally, too heated and anxious maybe – nervous for sure, as her head turned and a curious, exploration began. Heidi’s tongue dipped from her lips and dared to pull through Kat’s folds, the tangy taste and heat inside making her moan with satisfaction. It had been so long since she tasted another woman’s sex on her tongue and it was a savoury tangy sort of pallet that made her salivate, only compounding upon itself as it rolled down her tongue and to the back of her throat – tingling and kissing each taste bud it crossed over. “Mmmnngh…” She moaned, far more honest than she’d been when it was Sera upon her wanton petals. Heidi then cooed and swallowed, head tilting and dipping back as she licked her lips, again dipping forward for another lick, once she’d reached the third or fourth her reserve riddled with that much lusted after taste she buried her face as deep as she could into Sera’s crotch – nose flattening against her face, stimulating Sera’s labia and hood as her tongue plunged as deep as possible into Kat’s entrance, the epitome of cute becoming the epitome of lust.
 
Kat had initially been under the impression that Heidi was simply an adorable innocent little lamb nosing at something she had no understanding of. However, as things went on that little lamb began to reveal its true nature and innocent became a convoluted description of the girl. She was innocent in a way, her overall aura being that of the curious lamb, but when it came to sex, well her body was betraying that aura. Kat had begun to see the girl behind the cuteness, the woman who watched from behind those sparkling adorable eyes. It was not what she had expected, the reactions showing her enjoyment of the situation totally opposite of Kat’s ‘in the moment’ expectations. They were much more alluring in fact and while guilt would surely eat at her later, sometime when she was all alone in her room and the date was over, for the moment Heidi’s satisfaction with her position wiped Kat’s slate clean. The gears were turning and she had ideas, not that many, Kat would hate to break Heidi regardless of her desire, but enough to satisfy herself as well and hopefully aid her in reducing the monstrous lust that had managed to sneak up on her. That being said she was quite excited about what she had in her head, what she had in mind to come next, her eyes looking down playfully at Heidi and licking her lips. Just as Heidi had done the preparations for their date Kat had made some quick mental preparations for how to make Heidi crumble beneath her, a plan that she would enact regardless of what Heidi had in mind or how far she went with the situation in the moment she had some power, while Kat’s grip and control were not being enforced.

As if he intentions weren’t already quite intense Heidi’s response to her question made things all the more heated. Sera and Tami, two names. Two was not a lot, Kat had far more experience, however her mind began to turn as Heidi began working her lower slit. Tami was an unfamiliar name and it left little for her to think about except for the fact that the woman existed. Yet sometimes not knowing the specifics was the worst part about knowing something, letting imagination run wild with thoughts of perfection. It wasn’t like Heidi wasn’t cute enough or endearing enough to attract heavy hitters, Tami could be incredible for all she knew, and her mind was guaranteeing her that was the case. Then came Sera. Kat was confident in herself, her beauty and abilities in certain fields, such as swimming or adaptability, but Sera, that woman was something else. Kat had only seen her once but it was an image burned into her head, the woman was absolutely gorgeous and it wasn’t the fake beauty a lot of people kept up, it was a natural perfection that was almost unfair for most women. Now Kat could hold a flame to her but she wasn’t quite an equal, even if she was naturally beautiful. Not to mention the way she carried herself, the respect she seemed to command, and the way Heidi obviously still felt about her. All of those signs of greatness, hints that Sera was not just another beautiful girl but something special, special enough to command attention at a prestigious school and to have captured Heidi’s heart so completely at one point that Heidi lacked the ability to forget her.

While Kat would normally have just smiled, said it was okay, or not asked the question at all, her current mood was nowhere near normal. She was inflamed with emotion and she felt herself a bit peeved at the thought of someone as beautiful as Sera having her hands all over Heidi, though in her unusually aroused state she had a brief moment of intense lust for the beauty she had seen in the hallway as well, a mix of irritation that Sera had touched her current date and of hunger for Sera. Only one was obtainable though and her mood, her state of mind, had her choosing the closest option to take it all out on, smirking down at Heidi before releasing a small moan. Heidi was doing a rather good job and Kat took a moment more to let her go exploring on her own, letting that tongue delve deep inside her as Heidi’s nose pressed again her. It felt wonderful and her lust was driving her mad. There was only one thing Kat could think of to make it better, taking a bit of action. So her hand gripped Heidi’s hair a bit firmer and she spoke in a low sensual voice to prepare her little lover. “Just enjoy the taste, and tap my thigh if it gets too much cutie.” There was an edge to her voice that insinuated that Heidi should only take if necessary and that ultimately it was all up to her.

Without further hesitation Kat began to rock her hips, shoving her crotch into Heidi’s face and riding her, gently at first but picking up some speed as things went on. Kat’s head tipped back as things progressed to a quicker pace, her juices pouring over Heidi’s face as she began to use it for her pleasure, not giving Heidi much room to get used to it, leaving her to struggle and keep up as she used both Heidi’s mouth and nose to let her pleasure build. At the same time Kat’s free hand had made its way to her chest and began gently playing with her pierced nipples, which had always been incredibly sensitive when played with. They had already hardened in the cool crisp air, and like the rest of her body they were also aroused by the situation as a whole. There was something about kinky situations that had Kat captive, she was not a vanilla girl and she enjoyed odd and interesting situations. In the current situation she was completely nude in the middle of the woods and more than anything it was a public place. Then there was Heidi who was absolutely adorable and helped arouse her further.

“Oh good fucking god.” Kat’s head was tipped back further than ever and her pussy was moving furiously over Heidi’s face, grinding against her as pleasure built and her entire body heated up. She was beginning to quiver and her grip on Heidi’s hair tightened, not enough to hurt her but it was proof of her nearness to satisfaction. Her moans were also good measurements, they were becoming more rapid and as much as she tried to stifle them they had become louder. Then, before long, Kat was convulsing and her juices were spilling out all over Heidi’s face, a long drawn out moan signaling her orgasm. It had been awhile since Kat had been laid and it seemed that had taken its toll, she had needed release and her quick aggressive actions had yielded just that. Orgasm and satisfaction were not the same however, attaining release wasn’t what sex was about, Kat could achieve that alone, what it was about was the desire of another person. For Kat there was more to it than using her adorable little face to cum, and as she such did her best to calm down before finally sliding down and then leaned over until she was face to face with Heidi, laying atop her with a look on her face that was pure admiration. Heidi was an adorable puddle of lust in her eyes, she had wanted it and she was still a gem of cuteness, one that, above all else, Kat lusted to tease. She wanted more of the adorable expressions, the embarrassed hue of pink on Heidi’s cheeks, small little moans. So without a word she leaned in and licked her cheek, cleaning some of her own juices off Heidi’s face with a grin. “Now that felt good… Tell me though, are you satisfied?” Half of the point of taking control had been to attain pleasure, the other, that was to have Heidi feel unsatisfied, to have her want more, and to get her to speak it aloud in her most precious squeaky voice. Or at the very least to admit that she had loved it, that she was satisfied, and either of those would have Kat quite delighted, a thought crossing her mind as she licked Heidi’s neck and jaw, cleaning up more juices in the most sensual of ways.
 
Heidi was a squirming little mess beneath the white hot body of lust that was Kat, she of course hadn’t done it all, if Kat wasn’t inclined toward this sort of thing there was only so much Heidi’s potion could do! Kat was inclined. Kat was more than just sexually charged, she was a raging dynamo of sexual energy and Heidi, in her radiant heat was melting and it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.

There had been moments in her life she wanted to take the step with Sera and Tamera before her, her and Tamera’s sexual exploration had been one of the utmost innocence and levity that could only come with virtue and affection – Sera and her were different in time of course, sex became something they both understood and in some respect had grown quite good at… at least when it came in relation to each other’s bodies – Sera knew her spots and she knew Sera’s, they loved each other, they worshipped each other, they wrote the rules of their lives together and it was… well, it was comfortable! It was magical. Was… Heidi used to feel like her and Sera were companions, companions on a journey and that journey was through life, they each mitigated both the pain of their past and navigated the wreckage of their present… they made the present more than just manageable they made it worth being in, made each other happy in… shoot, they even had a future together Heidi thought, this time last year she couldn’t imagine being anywhere but in Sera’s arms and she didn’t know sex like this existed outside of movie scenes that made her blush and turn her head. It was so visceral and raw, urgent, it made her feel so wanted… so needed… it made her feel better than she had since the journey with Sera took turns she couldn’t fathom, turns she couldn’t be a part of.

With Kat’s hand gripping her hair, the weight of her hips on her face and collar, Heidi’s legs squirmed – the moist slick skin of her crotch and inner thighs burning and throbbing with demand even though they were still overly sensitive from Kat’s expert attention barely a minute ago. Her lips, tongue, nose, chin, cheeks were all tingling – the taste of Kat’s sex was all she knew, all she could focus on. There was something so different about this! Heidi fritted through life completely scattered, suffering and fighting desperately against the bondage of self, she couldn’t stand the feeling of how terribly oppressed she was by her strangling emotions, how she felt pinned down beneath manic depression, smothered in sadness when her body demanded she shake and skip, she hated when all she wanted to do was smile but all she could do was cry, she hated how the conflict was so powerful and she felt so weak – most would imagine this distress and desperate desire to not be held down by herself would mean being pinned by Kat would be a serious problem… it was quite the opposite. She was given a solid direction and with it the freedom to take it… and she joyously complied.

Narrow eyes looked up at Kat’s trembling form, moans vibrating her face between the woman’s thighs as her tongue swirled and lapped, lips pursed, spread then puckered, just trying her best to catch up, to stay caught up, really she didn’t need to, really she didn’t feel she needed to – Kat seemed to be loving every second of it and honestly she was too, she loved the feeling of being dominated by Kat, of being used by her and how much Kat enjoyed that use, she loved being at her mercy, having to turn her head just long enough Kat would let her steal a breath before she started to grind upon her face again. She felt Kat’s lustful fluid and taste trickling down her throat, down her face, in her hair, neck, all she knew was Kat and Kat was the sexual dynamo charging Heidi, empowering Heidi, making her want more and more – hands gripping Kat’s thighs tightly with passion, trying as she might to use what little strength she could command to pull them apart and offer a fuller range of movement, stealing breath less often challenging her body to writhe and panic for air before tearing herself for the shortest of breaths here and there, worshipping Kat’s body almost as greedily as Kat rode hers.

Then it came, Kat came.

She felt a her lust pour out over her face, down her throat, she nearly choked but instead swallowed hard gasping and panting to return her breath to her lungs. The innocent little tart seemed much less than just that laying beneath Kat, she still cringed and whimpered when the woman licked her face but she was succumbing to her, succumbing to herself. While she writhed and turned her face bashfully, embarrassed, groaning pathetically, her hand had found its way between her thighs, rubbing at her sensitive throbbing petals, while she only whimpered at the question her body was answering for her clearly. Heidi had been satisfied – Kat changed that, Kat made her want everything she had to offer… in spite of herself. For a moment things changed, the freedom she felt before was being strangled out of her, she felt torn once again. Her body was cringing and shying from Kat, blushing and bashfully whimpering – her mind and her sex were crying out for more.

… Heidi took hold of her freedom, as best she could, turning her head into Kat her lips opened and her chin dipped catching the tongue that had been dragging along her face for a deep urgent kiss – arms thrown open only to close desperately around Kat’s ribs, linking behind her back and holding her tight. Still no words but a new honesty entirely.
 
Kat had what she considered to be a dark side, nothing violent or malicious like her parents, but a dark side nonetheless. For her it was sexual, a burning desire for everything pleasure, and at the current moment it seemed her restraint had been thrown away and her attentions all focused on Heidi. Now that had long since passed, there was no turning back from the start, much less so after she had taken care of both herself and Heidi. Yet something was starting to rise up inside her, a bit of thought back to the obviously devoid of thought Kat that had ravaged Heidi for no reason other than she looked cute. Her mind began to regain its control but in very small increments. As she was with Heidi, after having that adorable mouth give her insane pleasure, she found herself curious. Curious about what in the hell had come over her, why she had ravaged Heidi with what in a clearer mind was harmless flirting at best. There was no answer however, and while at the moment that didn’t seem to bother her there was a little voice in the back of her mind starting to panic. However that had no quite caught up with the rest of Kat, the seemingly dark and sexually spirited beauty who found herself passionately kissing Heidi, a kiss Heidi had initiated. As if everything that had just happened wasn’t enough that single kiss, the incredibly lustful connection of lips, had been initiated by Heidi, and in turn had instantly rejuvenated Kat’s desires.

Yes, Kat’s weakness for intimacy was an easy flame to spark but a flame she had kept hidden for such a long time. She had flings and casual encounters to sate the desires that arose but she did well to avoid anything more. She had tried it before of course but it had ended badly and was just another shitty memory to toss in with those from her childhood by the end. She preferred casual and no strings attached, relationships where she could think about the pleasure, cute moans, and overall satisfaction associated with there being any awkward or displeasing end. Of course Heidi was a new case, a woman she had planned on boycotting all together, denying Heidi a chance for intimacy and denying herself the pleasures and possible closeness associated with being with Heidi. She had decided that they would just be friends, get along and enjoy one another’s company without any expectations or distasteful situations that seemed to be more likely than not to occur when sex was involved. However now things were different, her inability to control herself had made it so, and she could only look down at Heidi when their lips finally parted.

That brief extent of time was not enough to figure out some magical answer though and Kat felt herself struggling to come to a conclusion about what they were or how it would work out. Yet her mind was still not concerned enough, a fog of lust was still dominant and the kiss, combined with looking down into Heidi’s eyes, had more of a sexual effect than it did a calming or decision making one. So after a moment she simply licked her lips and leaned in, whispering gently into Heidi’s ear, and her words being the last insane thing her brain had left in it. “I’m going to make sure this is unforgettable…” She smirked and leaned moved her head down slightly, lips finding Heidi’s silky smooth neck, and beginning to suckle and lick the flesh. After a moment Kat did something different however, moving and turning herself around, crawling down so her head was now above Heidi’s crotch and her own crotch hovering above Heidi’s face. She licked her lips once more and without saying a word leaned in to dig in, lips instantly closing down around the sensitive bundle of nerves she had already taken a liking to.

Heidi was an adorable girl, her cuteness was above that of anyone Kat had ever been with, but more than mere appearance her personality was cute. Hell even her voice was cute and as such her moans were just lovely. Kat had already found herself shivering in delight when Heidi moaned, from the first to the most recent they were all amazing. So she wanted to hear more and she had a feeling just one more little go would not only provide both of them with tremendous pleasure but it would allow her to listen to that sensual little moan over and over as she approached another climax. That would take some work but it was well worth it and at that point nothing in Kat’s mind was screaming out for her to stop, though that little voice was becoming a tad louder, trying to reach her and put a halt to the seemingly instinctual decisions that led to her fucked Heidi. As her tongue began to flick and lap at Heidi’s nub her hands wrapped around the cute little thighs, preparing her for the direct assault of the nerve bundle, and for a more tasty approach which would be if she allowed her tongue to delve deep into the slick tight folds of Heidi’s womanhood. At the same time Kat’s desires got the best of her patience and the hovering, shaking, tempting bit of her descended upon Heidi, begging to receive similar treatment to what Kat was doing for Heidi.

It was easy to see that Kat still wanted more, both giving and receiving, her lust had yet to cool down and while it was different than usual there was still a very large part of Kat that knew she loved having sex. Not only that she loved being with another woman, kissing and enjoying both body and company of another person. Perhaps it was her past or just the personality she happened to be born with but she loved being in the arms of another person, listening to them moan, simply talking. That had made her decisions that much harder, the previous decision to change her life, to constantly work and keep few friends. Then the decision to enter such a prestigious school, and then finally to maintain grades and keep her scholarship. That last decision had meant the least amount of intimacy of all previous decisions and Kat had come to terms with that, decided to only have Heidi as a friend despite the fantastic offer, or at least she thought she had. Previously she had used sex friends and casual relationships to avoid feeling too lonely but Heidi had made even such little things not enough, or at least that seemed to be the case. Why really she didn’t know but it seemed reasonable. However there was still something else that didn’t quite make itself known, the influence that made it all happen so easily and that seemed to have Kat unable to restrain herself. Whatever it was had taken a hold and had yet to wear off, though at the current point it was less pushing them together and more keeping them together. Whatever was making her so damn horny had built up enough natural lust to have her wanting what was happening, wanting to have her skilled tongue attempt to get Heidi off once again, and maybe even feel that sexy little tongue lapping away at her own sex.
 
Lilac? Lilly?

A deep inhale that whistled through her nose and shifted the sheets beneath her, “mmm…” not lavender, she wouldn’t like it if there was lavender… rose would be overpowering but maybe… it was a nice bouquette she’d imagine, pretty with so many colours – no that was thinking too small… a whole field, just the two of them, Geraniums, lots and lots of geraniums would be nice. The wind would be blowing every so soft and while it would be a blue sky without a cloud in sight the sun wouldn’t be so vibrant it would make them squint just like god had a dimmer switch he made for the two of them so they could stare each other in the face without blinking. The switch kept going though, getting darker and darker. “Ngggff… fah… neh…”

Tamera snorted and shifted again, “Why’sweh…” she groaned with a toss, her still damp hair clinging to her forehead as she did, her entire face scrunching and twisting with discomfort, hands balling to little fists – one in a nook between her chin and neck the other grabbing onto the closest available anchor – Sera, skin, hair, clothes, sheets?

The flowers were swelling and shifting, the pollen patches of the strange manipulations became more like little maws, gaping, sucking air in and out in a guttural sort of snarl – so strange it was “Mmm… Srr’uh… flowers are sn… pssh, fl’ers can’t… snn...” she huffed and puffed in the most yielded, wherewithal free voices imaginable through a few of the lightest least fit full vibrating snores. A few tugs at the side of Tamera’s face and she returned to her slumber, smiling slightly and breathing deep as she curled into Sera’s side.

Just a little brighter did the sun get and a wee less audible did the flower’s snores shrivel. While they were alone, the two of them in the sprawling expanse of wild flowers she felt as if all eyes were on them and she didn’t care in the slightest, like their little solaced escape was more a gilded cage on display, a snow globe in the hands of the most prying witnesses, like the boundaries of this place were surely two parallel rows of lockers and numbered doors with frosted glass windows and perfectly scrawled titles professor preambles, chalk life lines and digital lessons with analog teachers. Her hands met those across, near alabaster in near sable and she was happy. But why was she so soggy?

“Fff… y’er all weh… do-not-want.” The sleeping beauty croaked before a wet snort and a less than graceful swallow, tongue smacking against the roof of her mouth before dry lips hung open to inhale yet another snore. Tamera’s hand searched deftly up from her chin to her cheek, finding some of that messy caramel ribboned hair of hers to tangle it around her fingers, still wet from the shower – soaking the pillow beneath her head with the medley that had inspired her dreams – and was it raining?

It seemed every time her dream was going beautifully, something outside made it uncomfortable – made it shift and twist into expanses of imagination that simply could not allow her to have her way, but Sera was there, with her, smiling or grinning or rolling her eyes, she’d hiss and tell her to stop laughing at the poor excuse for a fabulous day and the sun would shine just a little brighter but she’d never have to squint… and it was beautiful, even when it wasn’t – then the flowers snored just a little too loud and her eyes sprung open to find it was her who’d been snoring all along. –next to Sera, who, of course… smiling.

Tamera peered through her bleary sleep filled eyes at Sera as if she’d just been caught in the midst of a petty theft, face mounting to a deep rouge before she cleared her throat more than just endeared, entirely embarrassed, her hand padding around the side of her face, over her damp hair just trying to get back the wherewithal she’d proven herself void of not long ago. “Nghh… H-hi…” it wasn’t long after she pushed back, features sharpening to those far more, no, painfully aware of her surrounding “Oh my gosh Sera!” She hissed, sitting up so fast she winced and twisted in place, the pillow and sheets beneath almost coming with her, glued by her body she’d apparently been too exhausted to dry off from the shower “Fuck!” Tamera added, running her hands through her hair desperately.

“It’s gunna go all frizzy now!” Tamera turned to look at Sera as if it were her fault she’d practically passed out in her arms a few short hours ago, fresh of the greatest orgasm she’d ever been ravaged by, one the evidence of was starting to throb, her poor little inexperienced pucker ringing out with a slight dull pinch and itch she wouldn’t dare scratch at, the base of her skull and her shoulders similarly sore – feeling like a bruise was in their future. “fuh-huh… I’m gunna look like a fucking dandelion you shit…” She proceeded to whine as she started to come out her hair with her splayed fingers, breasts dancing about with each motion as she tried to overcompensate both her embarrassment and sex addled body with blaming complaint.

All this however, like most, was an act – an act because she remembered it all, from the dresses and jewelry to the magical night before, to the moment in the lockers, to… it was all amazing – but it was all like her dream… in the moment, she didn’t care because Sera was right there, smiling or grinning or holding her hand or… well… but there’d always be some little detail that ruined it, snoring flowers, soggy worlds, a dimmer switch some ass hole deity couldn’t operate properly for more than a few grandiose and profound moments would be the least of their problems – what about actual lockers and prying eyes, what about Heidi and the made up and mysterious S as it were, what about her papers and her friends and the closet door that was heavy as a vault’s, what about… what about her hair?!

There would always be some nagging detail to spit in that smiling face, to ruin it all, if there wasn’t on the outside she had a million to pull from within…

“New rule, never – and I mean never,” Tamera enunciating every syllable to make it clear, “let me fall asleep with damp hair, I will… guh… I don’t know what I’ll do but you won't like it Ser.” A grim warning followed by a defeated moan as she let her hands drop, reaching blindly behind her to nudge whatever luscious flesh of her lover was closest by. “I’m hungry.”
 
Vulnerability wasn’t easy for anyone but Sera was a special case. There had never been a time where being vulnerable had served a purpose, in her youth she had to keep herself closed up, the things that happened to her and how people reacted, they locked a door that kept everything internalized. It had locked the world outside, allowed her to hide away, and it didn’t open up until Heidi knocked enough to get her attention, to cause her to come back into the light and actually give it a shot, give someone a chance to get to know who she was, to be vulnerable. Yet that door only stayed open for so long, Heidi had crushed her and she had quickly shut the door again with a few extra locks, turning bitter as the separation from the world around her cause Sera to lose perspective and only see herself in the tiny little room she saw as her world. It was the type of place that was so lonely and isolated it was hard to even realize just how much she had changed. There had been nobody in her little world to inform her that she had become bitter, mean, and sometimes even cruel. Instead she had toiled away inside, anyone who came knocking at her door getting nothing but an icy disdain from the eyes of the feared beauty, she tortured others and gave people grief not because she was an internally cruel person but because the influences of her power turned dark when she felt as alone as she did, as alone as she had before anyone cared.

Yet as Sera lay in her bed, still naked and watching Tamera sleep, something was different, she didn’t feel isolated or lonely and instead couldn’t help but smile as she looked at Tamera. The woman sleeping at her side, tucked so gently into her, was amazing. She had always known Tamera to be beautiful, it was an obvious fact, but her cute nature, how sexy she was when being teased and toyed with, how smart she was, it was all new. Sera had never thought about her in those ways and seeing her be someone so remarkable, so appealing to a woman like Sera, and as odd as it sounded despite the beginnings of their little relationship Sera couldn’t remember feeling as happy in a long time. In fact there had been such a large gap between the happiness she had shared at Heidi’s side and her current situation that it had taken her a moment to realize she was indeed joyful, that the emotion she felt, that warmth and adoration was in fact genuine. She had even been a bit confused as first, but not anymore, Tamera had managed to coax Sera out, not completely, not enough for Sera to become completely vulnerable, but enough for the little girl inside the locked room to undo the locks and poke her head out.

However she still had some habits that were going to be more difficult to break. She would have to be quite exhausted to fall asleep next to someone, and due to how the first time she had fallen asleep next to Tamera had gone she wasn’t about to let her guard down just to wake up and find the woman gone again. No, instead she simply enjoyed the moment, for the entire time Tamera had been asleep Sera had been awake, watching her sleepy, listening to her go through whatever dream happened to be in her head, adoring how absolutely adorable every facet of her was, the snoring most of all. She had even reached down and moved the wet strands of hair from Tamera’s face at one point, her thumb rubbing gently over the smooth skin she found herself so enthralled by. At one point Sera even found herself biting her lower lip, it all just felt right, having Tamera sleeping by her side, the heavenly experience that had just occurred in her shower. Nothing seemed wrong, all of Sera’s worries were currently out of mind, and during that time even Heidi had managed to get lost in the back reaches of her mind as Tamera took up every ounce of thought.

When Tamera finally woke up she did it in the fashion Sera loved, her fashion, a completely adorable little reaction to what she had been doing that made Sera’s smile all the wider. Then, as Sera had grown accustomed to even in such a short stretch of truly knowing Tamera, the beautiful girl had a little fit. It wasn’t an annoying fit however, not one of those outbursts that pissed Sera off, though some people may have found themselves agitated at someone being so stylized due to something so silly, Sera was not one of those people. In fact as Tamera went on her little spiel Sera simply leaned back and listened, eyes locked with Tamera’s and reaction as calm as could be, so much so that it almost made her come off as ignoring it completely, though the little changing expression on her lips made it clear what she was thinking. She was thinking that Tamera’s little outburst was adorable, that her grand way of saying things had a lovely flare to it and that as bitchy as she may sound to some people that to Sera herself it sounded more like cute pouting than anything else. Further proof of it being mere cute whining was what came next, a little nudge at her thigh and Tamera saying she was hungry, which was wonderful enough to make Sera want to eat her up right there.

Instead however she simply chuckled, shaking her head before leaning in and kissing Tamera quite passionately, tongue playfully lapping at her lips before Sera pulled back. “You would be such a cute dandelion.” The first words out of her mouth came with a playful smirk, she knew she was toying with Tamera, it was on purpose, and she even put a hand in the woman’s hair and gently messed it up a bit more before leaning in and kissing her once more. Only then did she roll out of bed and stand up, stretching with a little “Mmmmhng” as her arms crossed above her head and her gorgeous ass and back were present for Tamera to see. Then she turned around, a smile on her face and her gorgeous front now the center of attention. “Well we have two options though I doubt you’ll be up for one.” She paused, walking over to a little dresser and opening up a drawer, pulling from it a pair of rather sexy red underwear, it seeming she didn’t have anything but sexy pieces in her collection. “We can either go out and get something, I could get us a ride into town…” She knew that wouldn’t happen, Tamera was not comfortable being seen with Sera, even if she had no problems marking Sera as hers in private, evidence by the scratch marks still sunk into her back. She stepped into the panties and looked at the bra for a moment, as if what they decided would affect if she even put it on. “Or we can eat in here. I have food in the fridge, I can make you something, or I can have food delivered, anything you want in fact.” Sera turned around and looked at Tamera, still not sure if she was going to put the bra on most of her hoping not to. As much as she would love Tamera being okay with going out in public with her she wasn’t going to force the issue, and then there was the fact that staying in with the woman, just the two of them, sounded incredibly wonderful.
 
Tamera was more than agreeable to the kiss that soon came, it was a new perk to life – one she wouldn’t let go to waste, one she would have climbed tooth and nail for as long as nobody was the wiser… kisses were something that society numbed and drained down to a meaningless, chaste, affection free gesture so void of meaning it may as well have been a shake of the hand on sight but to actually experience it was like… it was like discovering the next best thing to live for-for Tamera, she had discovered the next best thing to live for in all this. Who would have thought? Her, Tami C – would be so wonderfully fulfilled by it? Words couldn’t quite due, even for her, someone who privately fancied herself quite the scribe couldn’t craft anything near justifiable for the profoundly simple – previously thought utilitarian trade of dead skin cells, saliva and heat. She leaned forward and ducked down to meet Sera in the best kiss she could muster, not so nervous or ill practiced, like she’d fallen right in with the queen that she’d just the same, so haphazardly fell into court of. Sure, she’d been snapping and hissing at her a breath ago but that didn’t much matter now because right now, in this very second, where she had no words the kiss had many and where words would only temper the kiss could tame. Damp hair sure to frizz melted away like the caramel it was so easily likened to in the torpid twirl of so many caffeinated beverages and a rush they couldn’t provide would just as soon replace. Those dead skin sells tasted of freedom and love and the saliva that coated washed away the trappings that had-had her hissing so easily she forgot what caused it in the first place… she was lost and hoping beyond hopes Sera wouldn’t produce a key to freedom.

She didn’t, no, instead of producing a key and turning that gilded cage’s lock she rattled it with a playful grin. “Rrrgh… fuck off.” Tamera grunted with a cut-eyed purse of her lips. “-ll’fkin’d’n’d’lin-yew.” A growl beneath her breath as she turned away to sulk, back on the war path in a flash, fingers combing through the wet unruly locks like they’d never left… but still, posterity was the name of the game and her heart refused to play, fluttering through her chest like a junky with a full dose, she was like a junky with a full dose – sickly sweet adoration making her light headed, light hearted, fancy free and full up.

“Heeeey!” She soon whined as she felt Sera messing up her hair worse than it already was, jerking about on the bed then scampering to the corner, curling back to look at her with an expression that screamed oh so dramatically of hurt, deep, personal, attacked – hurt. “You’ll ruin it!” Tami went on as if her hair was some delicate thousand-thread-count exotic textile, once wrinkled, impossible to mend back true. “Fffff, you’re such a fucker. I don’t even know why I let you touch it at all, -or my ass for that matter… sssth, kinda stings Ser.” All in one breath it was fire and brimstone, a pompously inflated rhetorical question, a snarky addition and a vulnerably tender confession, -even Heidi couldn’t keep up with swings like hers but she did it with such a contrast from grace it almost seemed graceful, like some insane new-age interpretive dance, a cross between a crump and a ballet maybe, so seamlessly blending.

The whole time she spoke she stared shamelessly at Sera, at her perfect rump and her fit, tight form, her perfect curves, she was like the Olympians on cereal boxes around the breakfast table her eyes couldn’t be torn from as her family chattered on about this that and anything else, like Nastia Liukin or Jordyn Wieber… they made cornflakes worth it. While she did stare and she did hear every word they seemed to brush right by, through, out, over – none soaked in for long because Tamera’s world and concerns took president with ease.

“Like, ugh, walking…” She said low then hissed as she eased off the bed and onto her own feet, looking down at her own far less… tight… body. Sure, she was about as vane as they came from time to time and she wasn’t self-conscious exactly, Tamera was more the sort of girl who said she wasn’t something just to hear reinforcement she was from others, not much for need, more for want. “Ugh, why can’t my hair be like yours? –it’s perfect, I bet you could walk out of a wind tunnel and it’d just be f’kin… ff-nails ‘n’ shit.” She ranted as she started to march about the room, “Do you have a big comb I ca-why would you? Your hair is… shhh!” her voice trailing behind Sera and into the washroom, a few rattles through a drawer, “it’s like you don’t even use that washroom, it’s almost scary how damn clean it is – I mean have you seen it? I could live in your washroom!” the rant never stopping as she winced, starting to pull the brush through her hair one long stroke after the other. “I still can’t get over your room I know you must be well off and all but like I didn’t even know there were rooms like this in St. Marriott’s and-“ it didn’t stop and more over Tamera didn’t even realize she was doing it, her walls, those precious yet carbon-fiber-tough walls that made her the destructive force she was in St. Marriott’s the girl who never babbled about the lavish all these girls lived in compared to her meager beginnings, they’d crashed down at her feet and she was too self-involved to even witness the wreckage as she combed her hair straight and fished through the track pants she’d come in for an elastic to- “ugh, I’m going to have to put it in a ponytail or something, this is all your fault, and I dunno – I want… like fff… something sloppy and terrible for me. –like a burger or –ooooh…”

Tami’s face lit up and she looked to Sera with that same petty-theft-guilt “Can we have chicken wings? – I swear I haven’t had chicken wings since I got to this place, all the girls ever want to eat is like kale and craisins with three seeds I didn’t even know existed and ugh… do not want.” A little yuck face finding her features as she reached behind her head and tied her hair into the messiest excuse for an updo St. Marriott’s had ever seen from her.
 
Sera was an oddity, on one hand she had lived what many would consider a horrible life, being abused and violated as a young girl, and yet she had managed to come out on top stronger and while she didn’t show it often she could still connect emotionally with another human being, even if she was a bit behind the curve. Not having parents who cared enough to look after her, parents who sent her away as to not have to deal with what they let happen to her daughter. She was teased and tormented, berated and treated like trash by people who found her disgusting due to one reason or another, Tamera having previously been one such example. People just seemed to want to find a reason to hate her, they wanted to disdain everything about Sera, and while she never really understood it people who knew more would probably say it was jealousy, or that her personality irked the wrong people, that her beauty and intelligence made people feel inferior and they would strike out. For Tamera she had an idea, Tamera attacked her to hide her own insecurities, to hide her own sexuality behind jokes and cruelty to someone else, to hide in plain sight, and remove eyes from herself. And it had simply continued, life had given her love, someone to cherish, then it gave her another gift, the gift of magic, and for that gift she had lost her love. The magic hadn’t been worth it, losing Heidi had crushed Sera, changed her, caused her to lose it and punish everyone she ran into, corrupted and twisted into something unrecognizable under most circumstances, and Heidi had left her. Life had kicked her down once again, as if she wasn’t allowed to be happy.

However she had made use of the one gift she had been left, she used the magic to get ahead, built up money, bypass hardships she would otherwise have to endure, becoming a powerful presence at St. Marriot’s, and for some time that was all she had done. Sera had withdrawn from everything, watching Heidi but not being able to try and fix it, and finding herself changed, not really knowing what to do with herself. The only thing Sera knew was that despite the money and power the magic had allowed her to amass she still wanted to be a doctor, she still wanted happiness, and she had still wanted love. For quite some time she had believed Heidi was the only person who could provide love and happiness, Heidi was the only girl who had ever given her the time of day, who had saved her from a time when thoughts of ending it all hadn’t been that unusual. Perhaps Sera wasn’t so strong, or at least she hadn’t been, but Heidi had made her strong, given her time to harden and grow into the person she was now. Heidi had made her truly happy, allowed her to realize life wasn’t just shit, but now, now that she found herself with Tamera she came to realize something else. Heidi wasn’t the only person she could be happy with. Love was a different story, she wasn’t sure if she could ever feel like she did towards Heidi with another person, if she could love someone as much as she still loved Heidi, it was still to be seen but she was open for it. Her smiling, her focused thoughts on Tamera, her jealousy, and even her little unwanted gestures were all proof that she was open to it, even her emotional vulnerability had been a big step. It was truly up to Tamera now, Sera had opened up once, she was more relaxed with Tamera than anyone else, and they had chemistry in every way imaginable.

Yet Sera was in no rush, she wasn’t attempting to find love with someone else, she still had feelings for Heidi and she was enjoying the happiness injection Tamera provided. She giggled gently at Tamera’s adorable expressions and mutterings, finding herself absolutely loving how Tamera reacted to her playfulness, and it was a side of Sera that hadn’t come out in a very long time, a part of the Sera present prior to the magic, when she was with Heidi, the part Tamera had never been able to see before, though at the same time it was a very sexy playfulness, Sera had a cool demeanor about her that seemed to match Tamera’s random outbursts to perfection. When Tamera made it clear she didn’t feel like going anywhere, her little ‘ugh’ communicating that, Sera tossed the bra back into the drawer and wandered over to her closet, pulling out a t-shit and slipped it on, not even bothering to put on pants, just panties and a t-shirt if they were going to stay in. She didn’t feel like getting dressed up, didn’t want to look stylish, she did that often enough and she just wanted to relax if they were staying in. Then again it may be her sexiest look, casual. Not that Sera didn’t look stunning in a dress or her athletic clothing but casual seemed to fit her natural beauty and her fitness well. Jeans, t-shirts, only one or the other, anything simple that allowed her body to speak for itself.

Sera followed Tamera into the bathroom, looking at her from the doorway, leaning against it and watching Tamera in the mirror. She was truly gorgeous, more beautiful than she seemed to realize. After a moment Sera walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around the woman, her lips kissing the side of her neck and interrupting her actions for a moment, she wanted Tamera to pay attention and she made it clear as she nipped the sexy little earlobe. “Your hair is beautiful my little dandelion. It’s got such a gorgeous color, its style fits you and I just adore it, it’s much better than mine in fact. Makes you so… Feminine and sexy. And you let me touch it because you like me, the same goes for your juicy little ass.” One hand had ventured down and given her ass a nice little squeeze, tempted to go at it again right there but holding back. “And love, there is no room like this at St. Marriot’s, mine is the only one and I combined rooms and made this for myself.” She smirked, looking into Tamera’s eyes in the mirror. “And you can consider this place yours. You could always just tell your friends that your boyfriend -S- is a very demanding person and wants you at his side at all times. Heh, you can even tell them how sore you are after a long night with him.” She found it amusing and gave a small chuckle before releasing Tamera and walked out of the washroom after giving her ass a little swat, toying with her.

“Chicken wings coming up by the way.” She said with a little sing-song flare as she went to grab her cell and call down to the kitchen. It wasn’t hard to get them to do what she wanted, in fact it didn’t even take magic, she just ordered what she wanted and told them the floor and room. The floor and room were the key, the kitchen catered more to those that paid more for the better rooms, and despite Sera being a scholarship student, which didn’t explain the room but she was currently keeping to herself, she was on the top floor and that came with many privileges. One was anything she wanted to eat. So she ordered enough wings for two, a single burger just in case she got tired of the wings that they could split, and enough fries for four people, because nothing went better with messy wings than salty fries, and she was hungry after their time together and since she hadn’t eaten since well before her run. When she finished ordering it she went over and plopped down on the couch, taking a long deep breath and looked over, waiting for Tamera to join her, chewing on her lower lip gently, butterflies in her stomach for no real reason, she was just happy and excited, nervous that it was all some sort of dream. It was happiness and she had been waiting for the next dose of that for a while.
 
As the woman stepped into the washroom, leaning close by, almost by osmosis Tamera felt a swell of warmth in her chest – which was nice because the rest of her was beginning to feel a certain chill she’d not be able to ignore much longer. It was impossible to stop herself from glancing over at her in that long flowing T, something about it made Tamera more than just a little attracted it made her almost impossibly infatuated. A little dip in her tummy made her pause before Sera forced it into her, her body melting backward into Sera’s like she was falling down a flight of stairs she did so with such abandon. Once again did that little exchange otherwise meaningless but uniquely profound when delivered by the woman she was listing down the stairs head over heels ass backwards for, even if it was only on her neck the results were little different it seemed by a small mewl – a hiss following when the nip at her ear followed. “Ffff, I know that.” Tami warbled her cheeks warming just like her chest, her neck, her ear and all delicate places between – suddenly nudity didn’t seem her best bet as her nipples hardened in protest against the cool air and arousal both. Her eyes rolled and found the lowest corner of the mirror in contemplation then rose up to find Sera’s with a certain rueful adoration only she was capable of making look sweet the two normally glossy pink pillows that were her lips paling they pursed so tight; it was almost like it was difficult for Tamera to accept the broadest of smiles that was threatening to pull through her reserve, threatening to pull through the coy seduction that she’d learned over the years in St. Marriott’s.

It was for the little dandelion, the affectionate glare as it were – she didn’t love the nick name but the tone it was said in… well, maybe love was too bold a word but love was a very bold feeling and she was nearly sure that must be what this was… in a way it reminded her of the memory that was her and Heidi beneath the sheets in that beautiful home her parents called a yuppie’s. It didn’t stop there though, it went on, she bit her lip and curled into herself, curled into Sera like the compliments alone tickled her – flustered her - all her friends who weren’t friends in the school that felt more like a fashion show or popularity contest, in a place Tami C didn’t belong, all there’s praise didn’t amount to shit when a compliment rolled off Sera’s lips. “Nggff!” then she tossed it all away and made it something completely new with the squeeze of her bottom; none of her friends could set her aflame like that – thank god. A slight sting came from her poor pucker as it was tugged with the plump of her cheek though the enjoyment she felt from anything in her hind quarters was not a new fact, something that hadn’t changed by the way her eyes rolled and her throat tightened, little veins up the side of her neck swelling into view. “Fucker.” Would be the sulking defense against that vulnerability, the fact it didn’t take much to make her feel so desperately weak for Sera one she needed to swat at every time.

Part of her wanted to knock Sera down a peg for that little smirk she found looking back at her when her surprise got the best of her but the truth was… well, she wanted all this, she wanted lavish! She wanted to be able to smirk like that and flaunt the awesome things she had! Still, it put her in a strange spot… because she didn’t want those things flaunted in front of her. Tamera paused and seemed to stare through Sera, stare through the mirror for that matter. She’d just been so quick to gush about how fabulous everything was but upon Sera owning the fact she knew it was all fabulous she almost felt alienated because she really wasn’t a fabulous person, she didn’t have fabulous things and the ones she did were masquerades and the ones that weren’t she worked so hard for sometimes it was hard to really feel a great swell of ownership for and… and she wondered if Sera really appreciated all this stuff and she wondered if she’d be able to herself and she wondered who Sera was and she wondered once again the hardest thing there was to wonder for her – who she really was.

And you can consider this place yours.

So there was that… -and with it a conflict that raged on all the more, did she want that? Did she want a place to consider her own this beautiful if she couldn’t flaunt it? For a second she’d felt so comfortable she’d been herself, her true self, not Tamera – Tami C – and it had felt pretty nice… so why now did what she thought she truly wanted from life make her feel the fool when it was held before her on a silver platter? Why did the gift of such luxury and grandeur make her feel… cheap. She’d almost forgotten about the dresses and jewelry – they’d only pissed her off… what was wrong with her?! Did she want nice things? Did she want the kisses and touch? Did she want the renown? … or did she just want to sit on the couch nude wrapped up with Sera pigging out on some shitty food?

A small pout found itself on her features, Tamera looking over her shoulder then turning carefully so her bottom was in full view – it truly was her greatest feature and so it was no surprise she found so much pleasure in it being tended to. Her lips pulled from side to side as she rose on her tip toes, trying to find the two plump orb’s best angle – a small red smear on one where she’d been swatted, a few bite marks on the other, she nearly expected her pucker to be black and blue it was so sore from certain angles but it was only a little swollen and puffy. “hrmph… not too big though?” she whispered anxiously before looking out of the washroom to find Sera on the couch… fine. What could she really do? It didn’t seem worth having a real debate about all this stuff with someone ready, willing, happy to abide, happy to comfort and… Tamera smiled softly giving her own tush a little swat. Fuck it, this was what she wanted, this was what her new life was supposed to be, nothing but the best, all the best – always the best, Sera and this beautiful washroom, the beautiful bed, couch, the beautiful everything, the beautiful woman – this was it for her.

Tamera gave that same strange, affectionate glare only she was capable of as she stepped out of the washroom and made for the bed, taking a corner of the luxurious goose-down duvet on the bed with one hand, slow and calculated was each step she took, a slow sway of her hips, a little dip in one shoulder than the other, that grin – yeah, that one – as the bed spread slowly unrwaveled and came with her till finally she stood beside Sera at the edge of the couch “I’m not going to be dressing, this duvet is mine now, the wings better be quick.” each statement without a single ounce of compromise. Tamera winked and blew a little kiss, more a taunt than a gift.

One condescending, I know I’m hot shit in a champagne glass, one note chuckle as she reached behind her back and took her blanket up, wrapping it around her back like a cloak as she lowered herself without too much grace into Sera’s lap and proceeded to wrap her up also, curling into her, cheek to her chest, legs folded in her lap, blanket enveloping them both. “Still don’t know fuck all about you.”
 
There were things in life that seemed natural, that beyond reason or recognition simply worked or functioned above and beyond the norm. For Sera there were many things that had come naturally. She was naturally intelligent, naturally beautiful, and oddly enough despite her rather nerdish appearance and tendencies she was naturally athletic. Those three factors were what most people had to work for, they had to spend time refining and struggling against the grain to create a natural feel for any such attribute. Of course there were things she had worked enough at for them to seem natural. One was her abilities to flirt and seduce. It was not a natural skill, in fact she had been born quite oblivious to all forms of seduction and flirtation, about as sexy and mysterious as a brown sack, enough to where her natural abilities were overshadowed by that lack of social ability in a socialite’s world. Then of course there were things she had little talent in, areas she always stayed from given the chance and cared not think about, of which there were many she aptly covered up with various skills and witty remarks. Relationships were always one of those unskilled and difficult tasks for Sera. She had started off without guidance, with parents whose relationship with her was little more than a monetary dispensary to keep her alive. Her lack of social ability led to an utter lack in friends, and thus relationships were defined often by how much someone disliked her as opposed to the usual friendliness one would ascribe to those around them. With Heidi it had been different and Sera had felt at ease and loved, though it had taken some time to accept that. It had been wonderful, and not with Tamera, well, being with Tamera was perhaps even more fluid.

Something about Tamera and her personality resonated with the person Sera was, especially her little reactions to things Sera knew some people would hate about her. They both seemed to enjoy the playful banter, the sarcasm and the teasing that would most certainly drive many other people to madness or simple anger. Of course there were certain facets of their relationship that seemed to need some rearranging, such as the private status of their relationship, which Sera found herself quickly wanting changed. She was developing serious feelings for Tamera, she wanted to be with her in public. However, she bore with the private nature for Tamera’s sake, to make her happy. As for Tamera she could see struggles going on inside the girl’s head. She could see that Tamera wanted many aspects of what they had just started but seemed unsure about others. That was just how it was, it didn’t detract from the natural feel of being together, the happiness Sera felt, and could see in Tamera, when they were alone, when they didn’t have to cater to the cruel world and the people within it. When it came down to it though Sera cared much more for that private happiness, the pure joy of spending time with her. It was unexpected sure but that didn’t change the desire, Tamera was who she wanted in her life, even if that meant not allowing the public to know.

Hell being private wasn’t new to Sera, she was a private person, a loner, and nobody knew enough about her to question a change in attitude or routine, nobody but Heidi, and Heidi had made it clear she no longer wanted to be part of Sera’s life. It was not a large concern, especially not as she turned and noticed Tamera’s glaring. It wasn’t a hateful glare, not full of disdain or misunderstanding, in fact it was quite the opposite. It was one of the cute little expressions Tamera had been giving her, something unique and definitely adorable, it was a glare full of affection. It was almost like Tamera was asking herself why the hell it was so wonderful, or perhaps even what Sera had planned next, it was a wonderful expression. What came next was even more wondrous, watching Tamera pull the duvet off the bed with precision and draping it about herself as she went to the couch.

Sera simply looked up, adoration in her eyes as she looked Tamera up and down. “It’s all yours… Anything to keep you out of your clothes.” Sera smiled, not her usual smirk, she was just happy and as she lowered herself down Sera wrapped her arms around the woman, pulling her close. The first thought was that she wanted to feel their skin rubbing together and immediately decided that after the food arrived and she didn’t have to get up and open the door for any reason, she would strip back down for just that, some sexy cuddling. Before that Tamera brought up a good point, she didn’t know anything about Sera. Sera was a bit of a mystery, the magic didn’t help but even before that it was hard to truly know who she was, especially with her reputation not speaking to anything other than what people thought about her at the most basic level, or something to do with her sexuality. It wasn’t entirely an accident, Sera was a private person, and Sera played everything close to the chest after all of the horrible experiences and even Heidi hadn’t been privy to everything. There was also a slight hesitation due to how her and Tamera had once been and she found herself wondering just what could happen if she revealed the wrong things, Sera always fearing the vulnerability that came with sharing who she was, because she found herself lacking, her inner confidence not quite up to par with what she displayed externally.

Yet she was willing to take a small leap of faith and she hugged Tamera tight, giving her a small kiss on her head and taking in the light floral scent, she had always liked that scent. “Okay Tamera, now’s your chance to learn about me. Until the food gets up here I will answer any and every question you want to ask me with the complete truth. I’ll let you in.” The last little statement was perhaps the hardest thing for her to say because Sera had always been the girl locked in her little room, keeping her feelings and emotions protected from whatever could hurt her. Now she was opening it up, giving a chance for Tamera to either embrace her and draw her out or crush her and slam the door shut again. “I’ll even start you off. All this, the room, the luxuries, it’s all from money I’ve come upon recently. In fact I’m a scholarship student, I got in on academic performance alone.” She was sure her little admission would be odd, it would make Tamera wonder where she got the money and while being honest she would have to be careful with how she explained her influx of wealth. There were other questions he little initiator could bring about, such as what background she did have, what she wanted to do with her academic path, and a good deal of other things. But more than any of that Sera had a nervous sinking feeling in her stomach, not knowing how Tamera would react to the fact that she wasn’t from old money, as her surroundings and the lavish gifts had suggested otherwise, as would rumor on campus.
 
There was nothing quite like the feeling she currently experienced in its purest form readily available and in full abundance, the feeling of being one with another, of being completely and uncompromisingly theirs even if it was just for a moment, the feeling of feeling every inch of oneself touched in some form or another by the only other self in the world they wanted to be doing such. It was more than its warmth, laying before a fireplace could offer a full body warmth, it was more than its touch, a blanket could offer an envelope of comfort, it was more than the pressure as pressure was not but a push if without purpose, it was more than the sum of its parts and part in parcel was one that could not be offered anywhere else, was uncut and unfettered, non-distilled and why would it be? She didn’t know it to call it love and affection, adoration, those reservation filled words – none them could do it justice but… but the little pull that had them close as possible and the kiss on the side of her head and that purr of satisfaction that let her know this was just where Sera wanted her to be… yeah, that one, right there… they all swirled together inside her head and heart – the void between that was the only real tell they were two separate entities… it made her feel something she’d have a real tough time identifying anywhere else but home belonging.

How could Tamera ever feel belonging in the friends she lurked the halls with? She knew as well as Sera she didn’t belong in their ranks, if they knew the truth of her she’d never be looked at the same! She wasn’t like them, the pathetic part really she’d do anything to be one of them but in reality often found herself hating what becoming one of them looked like. She wasn’t this way at home, people like her – back home – the rich bitches at the clubs, bars, other jobs she’d had the displeasure of working herself ragged at? –she hated every last one of them for their cut eyes, for their high tabs with low tips, for their better than you glares… yet that was who she was when she was here and where she feigned belonging. Tamera thought being like Sera would be sickening, she knew being like them was sickening, she knew being herself was sickening – she wanted to experience a better way and here in Sera’s arms well… it certainly felt better than out in the halls on a shit slung crusade to end anyone not like us.

It was nice though, because every time she wondered if her façade was up, if Sera might realize who she really was – it wasn’t long before she thought back and remembered – Sera already knew.

Her little pensive inflection ended none too abruptly as Sera responded in a certain sort of cryptic showmanship most people from this century didn’t speak in outside of B-movies and conventions were social grace was often checked at the door. Tamera looked up to her with a crinkled rueful sort of grin, her eyes narrowing slightly “You’re such a drama queen.” She teased before kissing her on the chin lightly, letting her continue speaking as her lips trailed to her neck, kissing at the soft sable flesh that pulled along her goddess bone structure and naturally mastercraft form so easily objectified and sexualized in her mind even if there was far more to Sera than looks alone. Tamera never considered the way she spoke was a lack of social skills and more to the point the way one such woman, one who’d been hurt so terribly in so many of the most putrid of ways spoke to defend themselves – it seemed Tamera was just a better liar, better at mystery, better at creating and weaving facades with reality such that she didn’t need to spin a holed sentence in hopes one fell through before reaching the dot at the end for a response.

“Well, I hope that means you’re not too attached to it because I have expensive taste.” She purred lowly into Sera’s neck before giving it a nip then a little flick of her tongue over the resulting red marks where her teeth had pinched the supple flesh. While she’d tossed out the little joke with blinding speed and guile it wasn’t what she was thinking – not by a long shit, her gears were grinding but she didn’t quite show it from down suckling at Sera’s shoulder, one of her hands starting to slip about beneath the blankets – delicately claiming Sera’s side, sliding up from her hip to her ribs, her breast soon filling the hand that so casually cupped and undulated, fingers absently brushing along a small coin of flesh she knew to be her areola till a nub began to protest softly against the fabric of the shirt. “People are the school said you had a scholarship, a couple girls thought you were a real bitch for taking it even though you must be so well of – but then another said you had to be broke ‘cause you didn’t get to the upper floor till later. Never really gave too many fucks ‘bout it since well…” she let out a one note chuckle and tilted her head back so she could look Sera in the face, making her yuck expression “You’re a total freak and everything.” Her hand never stopping its slow calculated caresses of the flesh she apparently found so wonderfully interesting. “That’s cool though… makes me feel like a bit less of a…” she trailed off, it wasn’t often Tamera was ready to admit she was anything less than the top rung of the highest ladder about for comparison’s sake.

About her mind did she bat the information, not quite sure how to respond – how to even begin to, where next she could lead conversation, how she could possibly add… because that could be it couldn’t it? –these were all two way streets “Well, you already know my folks aren’t all I say they are to them,” her friends, “I guess Heidi probably told you all sorts of stuff or… whatever…” she huffed and looked up, maybe just to clear the air or something giving Sera’s breast a squeeze uncharacteristic of the previous strokes and caresses. “I’m on part scholarship and like… any grant I could possibly get my hands on – my parents and aunt and grandma all help too to keep me here. It was like my biggest wish in the world to get to come here ‘cause of Heidi and I just wanted to feel super rich and all that stuff like her but uh… well, when I got here I kinda realized compared to the other people here on athletic scholarship I’m… ugh, I kinda suck at track and field now.” She admitted with a look of near sickly depreciation, “I mean, I can write more for grants at the start of every term and when I’m home on breaks I pretty much work the whole time for a couple hundred bucks to cover the gaps – I write for a few internet blogs and hope people like my stuff and I get some donations or the publications will drop me enough – and somewhere I manage to fit in a couple nice outfits or I’ll do something for like a website that sells clothes and get a credit but yeah,” she made a face, “Guess we can’t all run into piles of mystery cash. Thank goodness for the dress fairy or I’d be slumming it before reading week.”

A little grin pulled away the pensive that returned on a touchy subject – appealing to the inner broke-kid identity they apparently shared, “Ketchup or peanut butter kid – don’t think just answer!”
 
Sera found herself wondering just what kind of person people thought she was, what kind of person Tamera believed her to be. She could hear the rumors floating about and while they displayed a part of her there were other parts that she kept hidden away. These were the less desirable traits of hers, the lack of inner confidence, the burning jealousy she often displayed, her impulsiveness towards certain things, a remarkably lack of social abilities, and plenty of other parts of herself that didn’t fit her external image of the façade of confidence and control. She wanted all of that, the confidence, the control over her life, to be able to make friends and not simply be berated for her sexuality of odd nature. She had started to achieve control, though it was mostly due to magic, and her confidence felt slightly elevated around Tamera but she wasn’t exactly growing as a person, in fact after what happened with her and Heidi she had regressed in a way, relying on cruelty and isolation to shield herself from the pain. Sera just wanted Tamera to appreciate the real her, even those bits of her that weren’t as appealing, if that was even the right word, as other attributes of her. Of course as nervous as she was that Tamera would start to see her inner workings and gag in disgust she didn’t withdraw and instead hoped for the best, hoped that upon slowly learning who Sera was that Tamera would find her endearing and not disgusting, lovely and not a hassle. Fuck love was a tough emotion to deal with, it made her hope beyond what she would normally dare to and allow vulnerabilities to show to another person. It was a pain in the ass, but it was the best pain in the ass one could experience, and with how much she enjoyed a good pain in her ass that was saying a lot.

However a look mixed of surprise and confusion touched her face when Tamera called her a drama queen, it was cute in fact and she tilted her head slightly, a questioning look. She had never been called a drama queen before, it didn’t really fit someone like her who usually said things so bluntly or simply gave a cold answer. Yet with Tamera perhaps that was what she was, a woman who wanted nothing more than to impress and enthrall the woman in her arms. She wanted to keep the warmth she felt with Tamera. It wasn’t a physical warmth really, though there was an aspect of heat that tingled inside her chest and on the edge of her skin ever so lightly, but the warmth of the emotions brought about by Tamera. She was in love, it was the only work she could think of to describe what she was feeling. Sure satisfied would work, happy as well, adjectives and descriptions could be listed all day but it could also be summed up into love and that was an incredible idea. “I’m not attached to money, I’ll spend every cent on you if I have to.” Her voice was a whisper, it was the truth and she hugged Tamera tight in her arms, as if checking to ensure she was still there and keeping her from having a chance to run, though there was no indication she planned on moving, quite the opposite in fact. Lips on her neck were proof of that and she let out a small little squeak as her flesh was marked by Tamera once more. “Tamera… Do you realize my back and now my neck, as well as at least one other place I just can’t see is now marked by you?” She wasn’t angry, in fact her inflection implied giddiness. Instead she sounded like she was pouting, because while Tamera decided to riddle her body with claims of ownership Sera was not allowed to mark her in such a way that people would notice, not without invoking her wrath and as adorable as that would be she had to restrain herself.

A moan was what escaped her mouth next, a sweet little warble of a moan as Tamera guided her hand up Sera’s sensitive flesh and began play with her quickly hardening nipple that pressed up through the fabric to the fingers so skillfully drawing it from hiding. “Freak huh?” She asked, another little gasp escaping from her lips, which had struggled desperately to hold it in. She looked down at Tamera, “I’m definitely that… But.” She paused, stopping another little moan before taking a deep breath and speaking once more. “I’m the best kind of freak… Ungh…” She glared down at Tamera, trying to be serious but Tamera’s little assault being disruptive. She had more to say about that, a little playful quip but instead she stopped, it didn’t matter, she could be a freak and as long as she had someone who didn’t give a damn she would be happy. Besides, being a freak wasn’t a bad thing, most people were a freak in their own way, she just happened to be less secretive about her freakish traits and habits.

After that she just listened, being attentive as Tamera did what she knew to be hard and became vulnerable even if it didn’t last terribly long. She wanted to help her, more than being a dress fairy she wanted to make sure Tamera and her family didn’t feel that stress, and of course part of it was selfish. Sera liked to think that if Tamera didn’t have to work, or worry about her family taking up a burden for her that they could spend more time together, proof of her commitment to what she had decided to pursue with Tamera, a sudden desire she didn’t even try to figure out. Then, before she could say anything further Tamera popped a random question on her, something she hadn’t expected when she had given her choice of any question, but she responded instantly, “Peanut Butter.” She then leaned in and nibbled on Tamera’s nose, growling gently as she reached underneath the covered and moved the delicate hand from her breast down and up under the shirt she had already decided to rid herself of after the food arrived. “You’re right in assuming Heidi told me a good deal but she never put it into context for me. You’ve done that, I can tell how much you love your family, I know you’re a hard worker, and a few other little tidbits.” She paused, kissing Tamera’s head and then whispering a little, “And I love every damn bit of you.” She said that with a hint of playfulness and lifted her head to kiss her beautiful lips, and as her body began to heat up, desiring a little more than kisses and words, mainly due to Tamera’s teasing, she was soon interrupted.

A knock at the door brought a growl from deep within Sera, she had known they would be quick but she didn’t want to get up. Taking a deep breath she lifted Tamera off her and sat her gently on the couch next to her and then arose, smiling over to Tamera before heading towards the door. She didn’t open it completely, she wasn’t going to risk Tamera being seen, more jealousy than keeping it all secret, and greeted the staff with the order of food, every greasy and messy bit of her order. She gave a small smile, muttered a few words about a tip to be charged to her room credit like everything else, and then turned back around with a lovely tray of food she had practically had to fight the wait staff to take into her room without him coming in and setting it up, usually the women who lived high up wanting to be waited on hand and foot. The tip had settled that though, tipping high while doing the work, it was no doubt a dream to someone who worked at that godforsaken school. Sera took the tray and sat it down on the coffee table before smirking over at Tamera, “Dinner is served Mistress.” With that she lifted the lids and revealed the platters of food, most of all the requested item, which she waved to enthusiastically before reaching up and tossing her shirt aside, her nipples rock hard from arousal. She the removed the panties but in a less grab fashion as she walked back over to the couch, sat down, and pulled Tamera to her, snuggling up against her and nipping at her ear. “I should have ordered something you could eat off me. Unfortunately I did not.” With that she leaned forward, an arm still around Tamera as she did, and grabbed a few fries, biting one herself and then waving a few in front of Tamera’s face, “Come on beautiful, eat up.”
 
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