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Call Me Doctor	By : sandman-nobody Category: +G through L > Life is Strange Views: 28558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own life is strange. I am not being paid for this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Super Warren
- 2-Blue Haired Lesbian Goodness
- 1
- 2
Tag(s):Non-Consensual, Oral, Doggie-Style.
Girl(s): Max, Chloe
Word count: 13100
Blue Haired Lesbian Goodness
------Max------
I laid on my side, eyes glued to the red numbers of my alarm clock and watched them turn by the minute. Three in the morning, long past the time I usually jumped off my computer and into sleep. Yet the sweet embrace seemed to unwilling to accept me. Or I, it. Then again, how I could get anything done anxiously waiting for it to happen made it hard to do much of anything. For what felt like the hundredth time I closed my eyes and turned away from the display hoping for any kind of break from the ever encroaching event.
What had happened a week ago, the whole sudden thing in the bathroom, it hadn’t ended there. While I’d gotten a brief reprieve, the same thing happened the next day. And again after that. Never at the same time, and never when I was expecting it. My body just seemed to freak out at the weirdest times.
The worst of which had been right in the middle of my tea date with Kate. Good lord that had been awkward. I still didn’t understand what the heck was going on. And even worse, I couldn’t even tell anybody about it.
Some kind of disease, a curse, voodoo, I’d accept anything at this point. If only to find a way to make it stop.
But it would come. I knew that now. Even here, in my room, I wasn’t safe. Often waking up in the middle of fitful sleep only to find my blood on fire and my panties soaked to the point of wetting myself. The experience had left me more than a little jumpy. Not to mention exhausted.
Not to say the experience was painful. The opposite in fact. I’d been pretty sore after the first event but that quickly tapered off. It was how out of control I felt about my own body that was the worst part. Like it was turning against me or something. It’s only been a week since it started, and I was already at my wits end. If this went on for much longer, I seriously wasn’t sure what I was going to do…
I must have drifted off at some point. Two nights without sleep can do a lot in terms nodding off. I wasn’t made immediately aware of that fact until I opened my eyes, only see it displaying a whole three hours had passed. Putting it out of mind, I was prepared to back to sleep when the question of what woke me finally surfaced. At that sprung my eyes open, a rabbit like panic pitter pattering in my chest as recognized an all too familiar sensation snaking across my skin.
Hands. Hands that weren’t there and wouldn’t stop no matter what I did. The worst part was, I think I was starting to stop wanting them to stop. The pleasure was already slowly beginning to build. Hot, stiffing, stubborn, and completely overwhelming. Even unwanted, pleasure was pleasure. Though, maybe it was just a sign of my slowly encroaching insanity.
I laid there, sweat building along with the moister between my legs. As pained as I was to admit it, this was the better part of the ordeal. Though I knew it would only be too soon before that came into play. The impossibly invasive sensation of something pouring into my vagina. Only to then begin thrusting vigorously in and out.
I closed my eyes feeling just that happen. The muffled strain of my voice seeming all too loud in the quite darkness of my room. I would have cried if I had the breath, instead forced to stifle my excitement less anyone hear my ordeal. Having walked past a few a girl’s dorms, I knew all too well just how thin these walls really were.
It seemed to last a life time. My orgasm came and went and came again just when it seemed to reach its end. Picking up in speed I’d learned to understand the signs of the different stages when they came. Which is why, feeling the pressure in my belly slowly bleed out back into the nether, I allowed my head to fall back onto my now sweat stained pillow, closing my eyes against the darkness.
I didn’t move my legs knowing I would feel the strange slimy goo these episodes always seemed to leave behind. I’d all but stopped wondering what it was. Writing it off as a chore I’d be forced to clean in the morning while I showered. Quite honestly it was the least of my problems. Even now, I failed to relax. The prospect of next time just as present as the episode before it. But that’s just what my life had become. Sitting. Waiting. For it to take me against and again and again…
And that thought alone was enough to bring back the stress her burst of pleasure had managed to strip away.
I didn’t fall back asleep that night.
------Warren------
I stepped onto the lawn outside the female dorms stretching my arms and groaning with relief. Nothing helped ease stress like a bit of time with Max. And I’d been having plenty of it. I still smiled, remembering how good it felt. This power really had changed my life in ways I couldn’t imagine.
Speaking of… I raised my arm as soon as I was clear from the building. The half hour or so I’d spent in my own world finally coming back to bite me in a mind tearing sensation of my right and left lobes being split apart. Thankfully, after a few seconds and a few tissues I was basically back to how I’d been before I’d taken the late night walk. Albeit, two loads of cum lighter and a lot more relaxed.
Reverse engineering cosmic powers wasn’t easy after all. Even for guy who ate and slept mathematics, the amount of information I lacked became readily apparent the moment I began trying to understand how I was able to do what I’d stumbled upon.
It’s been exactly one week since I first discovered my powers. Since I first discovered that I could control time. And ever since that first day I’ve devoted almost all of it to researching the field to better understand what could have happened to give me these abilities. That is, not counting school and these little breaks of mine.
Overconfident, I hadn’t really anticipated the amount of work that went into unveiling the mysteries of the universe. Everything from Steven Hawking to Steven King, the amount of material to go over was simply staggering. As embarrassing as it was to admit for a budding time lord, there just wasn’t enough time to sift through it all. And even the stuff I did read, who can say if it’s worth anything?
Magic still wasn’t completely out of the question. But until I knew for sure, I wasn’t about to give up. And, of course there was still that other aspect of my power’s I got to enjoy in the meantime.
Considering my trip to the future this past week, I’d been able to come up with two rationalizations about how or why I’d been given these powers. It wasn’t impossible to think some higher power was responsible, be that aliens or something closer to the big guy on the cross. If that were the case then my vision of what’s to come had to be a guide, or mission given to me.
The only other alternative being that I was right in my X-Men theory and these powers really were some result of human evolution. In which case it was my responsibility, no, destiny to spread the superior genes as much as I could to usher in our future as a species. After all, if I was the only one to get this special gene it would take decades for the effects to really make its appearance in the populous under normal breeding practices.
I wasn’t too worried that it would eventually be traced back to me. After all, for some reason I serious doubt time travel would hold up in court.
It did make me nervous though. Enough at least to think jumping in bed with every girl in the school. With max, it was different. Or, more accurately, too late. There really wasn’t much harm in continuing to have sex with her.
Plus, it might be a little silly, but if I was going to start knocking up the town part of me really wanted her to be the first. So I’d focused my attentions on her. And after just how much I’d pumped into over the last week, I’d be pretty surprised if my little swimmers hadn’t already gotten to her.
I’d need to start considering who my next... was target too harsh? Well, target. But that could wait until after I got some sleep. Thankfully school didn’t start for another… I paused, glancing at my watch, hour and a half.
That was enough time, right?
XxX
-en. –rren, earth to Warren Graham!”
I looked up with a gasp. I quickly found Mrs. Grant standing over me, a look of concern on her features. I tried to make sense of what could be the problem when I realized we were the only ones still in the room. It seemed, class had ended quite a while ago.
Dark skinned and a woman of larger build, she was one of the nicer teachers I’d gotten to know since coming to Blackwell. She had a real passion for the sciences, and right now she stared down at me with honest concern on her face. I tried to blink away my blurry vision.
“Warren, are you doing okay?” She reached out to put a comforting hand on my shoulder. I gave her a smile, hoping it would reassure her. But, considering the bags under my eyes and the nervous tapping of my hand on the table, I don’t think it was enough.
“Great! You?”
She was obviously unconvinced. “You just seem a little distracted,” she went on. And I didn’t really need to wonder how she came to that conclusion.
“Quantum physics,” Mrs. Grant murmured. It was only then I released she had looked over my shoulder to see what I had been reading. I’d been in the middle of a wonderfully confusing math formula that was supposed to predict the amount of energy necessary to bend the fabric of space.
Bro… I thought math was my jam. But this stuff is just next level.
By her tone I could tell she was impressed, if not even more confused. “Don’t you think that’s little… advanced?” I could only scratch the back of my head and try and play it off.
“It’s mostly theory,” I chuckled but she didn’t join me. “I-I mean, I don’t really understand it yet… like at all. But there’s some pretty cool stuff in here.” She made a small noise but didn’t really comment. I could only hope she wouldn’t look too deeply into it.
“If half my students were as hungry for knowledge as you…” she let the comment drift off. The corner of her lip lifted to a half smile. Though it failed to reach her eyes. “Just be sure you remember to take a walk every now and then. You won’t do the science world nearly as much good as a cadaver.”
I pretended to nod my head and take her words to heart, even though I knew I spent more than my fair share of time ‘relaxing’. Not that I was about to tell her this, of course. But, still, I couldn’t say it didn’t paint a pretty picture. Warren Graham, student extraordinaire!
“I’ll see you tomorrow Mrs. Grant,” I gave the woman a smiling wave. “And I’ll try to keep what you said in mind.” She returned the gesture and followed me out the door.
“Just remember, if you ever need help with anything my door is always open. I understand how it is to be a scientist, just don’t go mad on me.” With one last pat on the back she let me go. Earning a deep sigh of gratification.
The receding sun told me just how long I had been sitting in that classroom. While not quite setting, I could see it would only be another few hours before the sky was awash with bright, burning colors. Right now there were still a few students hanging around. Some in groups, some by themselves. I watched them for a second, trying to remember when the time was I’d gotten to hang out with a friend.
Speak of the devil…
Off in a corner all by herself, I was surprised to see Max sitting with two other girls. One, I recognized as Rachel Amber, pretty hard not to know a girl like her. But the other was a total stranger. With blue hair and tattoos like that, I was pretty sure I’d remember her.
I scratched the back of my head, considering what to next. There was still a tone of work I needed to sift through back at my dorm room. And I really hadn’t gotten much done since the last time I took a break.
Without any way to actually measure what I do, I still need to guess as to what kind of energy or radiation I put off when I freeze time. If hawking is even close to right, I should be dropping about five atomic bombs. Though I had other theories.
Rather than motivate me, I found the prospect of testing for random energies tedious and boring. Not to mention my joints were screaming at me for sitting so still for so long. The prospect of sitting in the grass with some friends, very, very attractive friends, was only more appealing.
I pretended to bounce the idea around in my head a few more times, despite knowing well and good that my decision had already been made. Sexy ladies here I come!
“Mad max!” I cheered, a dopey grin spreading on my face. And turning at the sound of her name, I was shocked at what I found.
------Max------
Oh lord…
Seeing Warren walk up, I could feel my already exhausted brain shut down even more. This was the last thing I needed.
“Whoa, ah. You feeling okay?” Losing his puppy dog expression, I could see a real flash of worry cross his face. That only told me how bad I must look if it could turn even him off.
Tired, no dead might be a closer description. Eyes dull and hair a mess, I’d barley even managed to make out of bed this morning. So anxious about the prospect of meeting the world. Poor Chloe and Rachel were stuck trying to cheer me up, thinking I was sick or something. When in reality, I was just too anxious to fall asleep. Last night had been a nightmare all on its own. And I’d barely managed three hours before I was back up and waiting. Nothing had happened yet, thankfully. But it was only a matter of time.
“Oh, ah. Hey, I’m warren!” introducing himself to my two friends, my cheeks burned at the sight of their knowing glances. Grinning at me like a pair of goofballs, Chloe and Rachel shifted their smiles towards the oblivious boy, clearly enjoying my torment.
“We have biology together, right?” Rachel inquired. Beautiful to point of being sinful, her smile could win over anyone. Warren turned out to be no exception, and I got to see his cheeks flush a bright red as soon as she turned on the charm. “Max has… told us so much about you.” Chloe’s grin turned devious, but she remained silent. Preferring instead to steal a drag of her half burned cigarette.
“oh!” he acted surprised. Then again, who wouldn’t be uncomforted hearing people had been talking about you. I tried to give Rachel my darkest glare but I knew the effect was pitiful. She gave me the quickest of winks.
“Ah, all good things I hope…” Pretending to be charming, he did his best to pull off a cocky smile. But the effect was laughable. Chloe seemed to agree while she coughed up a puff of smoke.
“You’d be surprised,” She smirked, the first words she ever said to the guy. His expression immediately dropped. But he didn’t let her vague words worry him for long. Rather boldly, he sat himself down into our group. I seriously had to resist burying my face in my hands when he moved even closer in my direction. The shit eating grin on Chloe’s face alone would be enough to piss off even the calmest of people.
They knew who Warren was, of course they did. They’d been on the receiving end of my woes on more than one occasion. Normally I hate the kind of people who talk about others behind their back. Call me a hypocrite but now they were meeting him face to face. Not to mention enjoying my agony. Bitches…
“So Rachel. Ah, how do you know Max?” The bombshell blonde just cast a long glance to her girlfriend who answered for her.
“Me and Max go way back. Like, kindergarten back.” Relaxed on the grass, Chloe couldn’t help but smile at me. One that I was helpless but to return. “She lived here with her parents until a few years back when they all up and moved to Seattle.”
I could still hear the slight sting in her tone, but it was still better than when I’d first showed up on her door. Naturally angry, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for Rachel talking her down she’d still be angry at me. It kinda made it hard to hate her for replacing me. Things weren’t perfect, but they are getting better.
“When she came back for some fancy photographer dude, he ended up being a no show. So she hit me up instead. We’ve just been catching up a bit since, you know?”
Warren nodded his head, and turned to Rachel. Seeing his attention, the she just smiled, leaning her body into Chloe. The two just seemed to meld together, naturally wrapping around each other. “We’re kind of a package deal,” she smirked. And staring at the two, Warren seemed to go from confused to flush in a matter of seconds. All before settling on that stupid grin. Ugh, boys…
“Oh, ah. I didn’t know you were….” He drifted off, capping it off with chuckle. Chloe naturally reveled in the moment, laying wet, noisy kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek.
“A raging lesbian?” she finished for him. “She fucking better be.” Rachel naturally laughed at her lover’s choice of words, crass as they may have been.
“Only for you, dear.” Warren watched all of this with seeming amazement, watching the two like he couldn’t believe his eyes. I couldn’t help feel he might be enjoying sight a bit too much. “How bout’ you warren?” Plucking the cigarette from Chloe’s mouth Rachel quickly stole a drag before blowing a lung full of smoke. “How’d you get to know our lovely Max?” Chloe, well aware of her lover’s intentions, grinned salaciously in my direction. I made my pinched expression known.
“Y-You know how it is, Max is way too cool a chick not to know, you know?” Trying to laugh it off we could all see the color under his cheeks. I was almost sympathetic for his pain.
“That’s one way to describe her,” Chloe remarked. Rachel made sure to give her a good stab with her elbow. I rolled my eyes at both of them.
“So what are you up to?” Rachel asked, always the polite one. Warren seemed grateful for the change in subject. And eagerly answered.
“Taking a break.” Turning just a fraction of an inch in my direction, I could see his smile lift that much more. “I ah, thought I saw Max and wanted to see how the baddest babe in Blackwell was doing.” My face must have changed several degrees of color, because that was the only thing that could make Chloe’s smile that big.
“Got an essay?” Rachel continued.
“More like a science project.” Warren returned. Shifting a bit, I could tell he was a little embarrassed. Cloe seemed to sense this as well, attacking like a shark that’s smelled blood in the water.
“You mean like a paper-mache volcano?” Her smoke was finished now, a lifeless hunk of Styrofoam laying in the grass. I would need to pick it up before we left. Warren stared at her with the equivalence of an adult speaking down to a child.
“A little more advanced than that.” Leaning back on his hands, I watched his face towards the grass with thought. After a handful of moments, he seemed to come to a decision. One that we all waited for with a small amount of interested. As overbearing as warren could be at times, there was no way anyone could doubt the serious brain power going on in that head. “I’m actually studying the possibility of… time travel…”
No one said a thing.
------Warren------
I waited a few second, giving the three girls a second to absorb the information I’d just devolved. It was a gamble of course, but for some reason I wanted to show off a little. It sucks having the awesome ability without anyone else to tell me how awesome it is. And while I wasn’t about to actually give away my real secret, I didn’t see the harm in explaining my scientific findings. Maybe Max would even be a little impressed. I glanced in her direction.
She was so shy it was cute. I could see the way she glanced away, her cheeks becoming a wonderful shade of red. It was getting easier to ignore the way her friends were acting, though I was happy to know she thought enough about me that I’d been a subject of different conversations.
“Wait, so like, you’re trying to build a time machine?” Getting off her elbows the blue haired punk was smiling. I immediately felt the satisfaction of earning their attention. Each of them were staring directly at me. “Sick!”
“Ah, more like I’m trying to understand the environment, materials, and physics that one would require in order for one to be built.” My answer seemed to confuse Max’s friend, but her excitement remained. Even Max seemed to perk up a little bit.
“But that’s like impossible, right? People can’t actually travel through time?” Also sitting straighter, Rachel’s long hair blew in the soft evening breeze. Her green eyes stood out against her pale complexion, making it suddenly difficult to look away. My own cheeks flushing, I tried to hide it behind a smile and looking away. Though, I could only think she made most men act that way around her.
“That’s what I’m trying to find out… and I actually think we are closer than anyone expected…” I was being weird. Why was I being weird? Why couldn’t I go a single conversation with a girl without sounding like a total nerd? Silently groaning, I stared at floor unsure what kind of face they would be making. Probably laughter.
“That shits so cool!” Bursting with enthusiasm, the punk girl’s eyes were bright and excited. Glancing up, I watched her fall back onto the grass and stare up at the auburn sky. A few clouds were still crawling across its surface catching the setting sun’s light in a way that seemed to make them burn.
“I love shit like that, you know? Can’t wait till people can take vacations in another time. I’d totally go see the pyramids get built… maybe tear some down. Or maybe go see Van Halen before he got famous.” Smiling brightly she rolled onto her stomach until she pressed against her girlfriend. A single hand moved to poke her beneath her rips. “Babe, how about you?”
Prompted, Rachel’s head tilted in though before her perfect features finally lifted. “Rome, I’d defiantly go and see Rome.”
“Orgies, coliseum, I like the way you think.” A deep throaty chuckle eased Rachel’s expression as she bent down to offer her girlfriend a quick kiss. I watched the action with ripe attention, marveling at the natural display of girl on girl. Totally worth missing an hour of work.
“Max?” interrupting my thoughts, Chloe turned the group’s attention towards brown my main lady who seemed to squirm under so many eyes. It was pretty clear she didn’t enjoy the attention as much as I had.
“I-I don’t know, France maybe. They’ve had so many wonderful photographers that were born there. I’ve always wanted to go, and if I can meet one of my idols than even better.” The answer was so typical, even Chloe had to snort.
“Nerd,” she comment. But Max just smiled, knowing full well what she was. She snidely stuck out her tongue.
“Hey, any breakthroughs and you let us know first, understand? Max always says you’re a Brainiac. I’m reserving my ticket know.” Chloe stared me down, enough for me to feel uncomfortable.
“But I’m not actually trying to build a…” Her eyes hardened, enough that I just sighed. “Fine, if I ever unlock the mysteries of the universe, you have first dibs.” The blue haired punk just pumped her fist in triumph. It was easy to see how she and Max could grow up to be so close.
“Warren,” Rachel prompted. I turned to look. “We were thinking about running down to two whales for some dinner. You in? Chloe’s mom practically runs the joint so expect extra servings…” Ending with a bright smile, I felt like she actually wanted me to join. I guess she just had that personality. So open, it’s kind of impossible not to like her.
“As great as that sounds, I have a Giger Counter that’s going to be quite upset if I make it wait for me any longer.” I laughed by myself, even as the three girls shared a look of confusion. Realizing my mistake, I forced myself to wave them goodbye.
“Hey, Max,” I addressed the short girl. Standing up from the grass, she had to look up at me. Her lightly freckled skin burning in the red sunlight. Her eyes answered for her, trained on my face. “Um, I never got a chance to tell you but there’s actually a drive in Movie Theater a few minutes from here. Any chance you’d wanna go see what they have playing this weekend?” Putting on my best smile, I watched her eyes widen.
Bold, I know. I doubt the old me would have ever been able to ask a girl out so casually. Especially not in front of her friends. But ever since I learned I could control space and time, I’d found myself getting a bit more confident. Okay, a lot more. I could only assume once you’d already had sex with a girl half a dozen times, talking to her was markedly less stressful.
“Oh! Ah.” Stammering, her expression tightened and she looked towards her friends. I could only imagine how their faces must look. No doubt some mixture between encouragement and laughter. But I kept my eyes on Max.
“A drive in!” flushed with excitement, Rachel gasped at the very idea. “Omg, me and Chloe love drive ins! Don’t we, Chloe?” Turning to her girlfriend, the blue haired punk looked markedly less so. If anything, I’d say she even looked annoyed.
“Yep, love em’.” Her tone only further spoke of her lack of interest. It seemed I was the only one who noticed, however, as Rachel continued like she’d never even spoken.
“Warren, you don’t mind if we tag a long, right? More the merrier and all that?” I felt my stomach drop. I mean, I could explain that I was hoping for a little alone time. But even for me and my elevated state that was a bit much right in front of Max. Besides, Rachel had been actually pretty nice to me. I’d have to be a real ass to turn her down. She stared up at me, batting her long lashes. Damn…
“Totally!” I forced a smile on my face. “Hey, any friend of Max is a friend of mine, he-he…” my weak chuckle quickly died off. “Hope you don’t mind giant apes.” Rachel just rolled her eyes.
“I can’t imagine an evening without them.”
Turning to look at Max, I was hoping to see some kind of disappointment. But if anything, I could almost swear I was seeing… relief? No, that can’t be right. She was probably just embarrassed at getting asked out in front of her friends. Maybe not my best move. That being said, I was still excited about our date. It wasn’t the alone time I’d been hoping for. But then, I had a way to sooth the pain.
Pressure built in my brain as my hand lifted higher into the air. Catching the motion, Max’s eyes flicked to watch me just as my powers bent the fabric of reality. Snapping all once, the world jumped to a stop allowing me to sigh and relax into the isolation.
I was right. This had been just what I needed. Sex was fun and all, but couldn’t actually take the place of talking with my friends. That being said, I was already here. And I might as well get it out of my system now. Save me another late night stroll and get into my work with a fresh mind.
Turning towards to awkward girl, my hands began to fiddle with the buckle of my pants. Button undone, I was just about to undo my zipper when I turned to give her my full attention. And all at once I found myself hesitating, hands frizzing at my crotch.
Walking up to the group, Max had looked tired. I’d been able to see that much for myself. But now, able to get a closer look at her, I was beginning to realize how much of an understatement that really was.
Hair a mess and pale skin looking even more so, this was more than just the familiar late night cram session. Under her eyes, I was only beginning to how deep shadows under her eyes really reached. Not to mention the bloodshot veins tinting each of her normally beautiful eyes an off pink.
I’m a little embarrassed to admit that it’d been a while since I bother to actually look at her before diving in, so to speak. Her room was always so dark after all. And I never really thought to check and see if my visits actually affected her beyond the following orgasm. Unfortunately, it seemed clear that I might have been focusing a bit too much of my attention on one girl. And seeing the results, guilt pooled in my belly.
It was with great reluctance that redid the front of my pants. On the bright side I could at least take solace in the fact that she didn’t look hurt. Just tired. Really tired. Enough that it would probably be best if I gave her a bit of a vacation from my talents. A week at least. The last thing I wanted was to be responsible for a nervous breakdown. No matter how much my crotch might disagree.
Speaking of, staring down at the bulge in my pants, I couldn’t help but be just a little disappointed. After a week of as much sex as I could want, I guess you could say I’ve gotten spoiled. And much like a child that just had its favorite toy taken away, I stared at the girl with longing.
I could go whack off, I’m sure my secret thumb drive I kept hidden under my bed was collecting dust. It wasn’t a very enticing option, I found. And I seriously doubted I’d be able to get much work done dragging this around in my pants all day…
Freezing time and getting an erection was practically synonymous at this point. My body just seemed to know what was about to go down, and reacted accordingly. Throbbing and flushed with blood, I could feel it beat with the steady rhythm of my heart.
Annoying was the best way to describe it. Wasn’t much worse than starting your car with nowhere to go. Without meaning to, my eyes drifted to the pair of girls still laid out next to each other. An anxious fluttering bloomed in my stomach.
I had been meaning to expand my focus. And I even had two perfect candidates right in front of me. Young, beautiful, and healthy by most accounts. They were perfect breeding stock and potential mothers to bring my children into the world. What was stopping me? Nothing, was the immediate answer. And emboldened by this power, I took a step away from Max and gave each a long once over. The prospect of seeing them out of their clothes all the encouragement I didn’t need.
My eyes stayed on the two girls, considering each. It felt a little strange. Like I was picking a girl out of a catalog, but I couldn’t deny they had their own interests. The real question was which one did I want to carry my kid for the next nine months?
Rachel Amber was easily the hottest, most popular girl in school. Guys normally could only dream about getting with girls like her. Even more now that I’d learned she played for the other team. She had a slim waist, big hips and chest even some girl’s envied. I would be crazy to pass that up, right?
But it wasn’t nearly as easy a decision as that. If Max was the perfect girl next door, her blue haired friend was everything a punk hottie should be. Dyed hair and tattoos all along her arm, she seemed dangerous, exotic. Defiantly not the type of girl you expected to see in a small town like this. Also the type no of girl no one would look at twice at if she ended getting knocked up.
Ladies and gentleman, I believe we have a winner.
“Um, you just relax for a bit.” I turned to give Max’s haggard expression a smile. Brown eyes stared off at where I had been sitting, unable to utter a word. Part of me really did regret that my time with was coming to an end. But if she wasn’t knocked up yet, then I doubted it was ever going to happen. I might pay her a visit down the road, but right now it was time somebody else got my attention. Thankfully, her friend was here to help shoulder the burden.
I considered the girl for a moment.
Relaxed against the grass, the teenager was laid out with only her arms to prop herself up. In a loose wife beater, I could easily make out the plain black bra she wore underneath. My biggest issue was going to be her combat boots, big and tied tightly around her legs. It would take some doing to get her down to how I needed her.
First things first, I worked myself out of my pants. Still erect, my shoulders sagged in relief as soon as it popped free. My shirt was next, thin and pale as my body was. It never stopped to amaze me how it felt undressing in a public area. Time frozen, and I still couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Chloe, whose name I’d just learned today, was still pressed against her girlfriend’s side. Grabbing Rachel by her shoulders, she easily drifted off the ground to a few feet to the left. I turned back to the blue haired girl, excitement warming my blood and quickly made myself at home where the green eyed girl had just been. I fit easily into the vacant space, and pulled myself against her.
I could feel the grass dig into my bare butt. Reaching out, my hand settled on her stomach before pulling the lose shirt higher. Pooling around her collar bone and under her arm pits, her breasts jutted out, covered in the thin cotton. Dick throbbing, my hand settled around the offered boob and gave it a heart squeeze.
Right away I could feel the difference. Compared to Max, her friend had more than enough to fill my hand. Making it easy to squeeze and play with the soft mounds of delicate skin. Rolling my wrist, I pushed it around. Young, the womanly curves felt firm. Even as my fingers sank into it skin.
I was eager to see what else she had to offer. Moving quicker than normal, I abandon her boob and let my hand caress her stomach. Moving south, I eventually had to fiddle with the button of her jeans. They thankfully popped free without too much issue. And moving even closer my dick settled against her side while my hand shot into her opened pants. Warm and inviting, I immediately felt the soft texture of her underwear. Pushing even deeper, the hard surface of her pelvic bone eventually gave way to soft, supple flesh.
I could feel the fold of her sex through her underwear. Rubbing back and forth, a sawed my fingers through its length, drawing her leg open to give myself better reach.
Parting her thighs, the line of her sex followed, opening to expose her sensitive skin. Reaching toward her backside, the tip of my finger just manage to push through the thin material of her underwear and dip inside her waiting hole.
Pressed so close, I was practically on top of her already. I loved Max. Well, at least as much as a teenager can love. But the prospect of someone new, of a different body to explore, was lighting my blood on fire. I drew my eyes to her sarcastic expression, remembering how we’d meet. I could only wonder what she would have done if she knew this is how it would end.
I wanted to take my time, but my dick had other ideas. I could already feel the pressure in my balls starting to coil. Dragging my length against the side of her waist, she was soft and warm. But I wasn’t about to waste my first load like this.
I pulled my hand out of her underwear, still warm from her body heat. Wrapping around my length, I gave it a few pumps and relished the delightful tingle the effort gave me. I was free to do whatever I wanted, the only limit was my own imagination.
Her boobs were big, but not big enough for me to use. It was something I’d always wanted to try, seeing it so much online. Of course I could always just settle for a good ol’ blowjob. I’d relish the opportunity to see such a sharp expression wrap around me. She looked the type that would sooner bite it off than actually go through with it. The opportunity was too much to pass up and soon I found myself maneuvering us both to a more accommodating position.
Frozen time made it easy enough to pull her onto my lap. Striping her out of her shirt, I made quick work of her bra revealing pale globes of her breasts. An even lighter shade than her already alabaster completion, puffy cream colored nipple stood on end. I gave each a small squeeze before laying back on the grass. Pulling her face along with me.
My hand tangled in the blue of her hair. Using it as a kind of handle, I carefully lowered her face until the tip of my rigidness pressed against her soft lips. Frozen in a perpetual smirk, I had to work myself against the sarcastic expression trying to get past her wall of teeth. With practiced ease her jaw finally gave away. And a slow hiss of pleasure escaped my lips as she decided around my girth.
I didn’t always do this with Max, but this seemed like a special occasion. Besides the first day, I’d only done this another two times. Maybe three. But it never failed to feel amazing. A warm mouth and warm spit encased my erection. The soft pad of her tongue, while immobile, caressed the underside of my shaft.
Keeping a firm grip on her hair I pushed her face deeper around my length and I felt my swollen head touch the back of her throat.
I’d been right, of course. Craning my neck, I stared at her empty eyes while her lips worked up and down my shaft. Even if she wasn’t Max, I was careful not to hurt her. Never pushing past what I believed to be safe. Very quickly her lips naturally fell to circle around my girth. And I could only watch as the soft pink lines pulled with each of my motions.
The back of her throat was tight, pressing down on my tip from all directions. Without thinking, my hips surged up, pressing past the muscles guarding her throat. Less than an inch, the effect was apparent and I found my balls spewing their pent up load.
Three full burst exploded down to pass of her esophagus. My fingers tore at her hair, determined to keep her in position while my blood sang with a rush of endorphins and other beautiful chemicals. Back and forth, I rolled my hips in a gentle screwing gesture. Never going past the first inch, I would later understand this to be my first deep throat.
Unlike max, with whom I’d always cum into her mouth, all but some of my release made its way deeper and was already sliding down to her stomach. I couldn’t do anything about any soreness she might feel waking up, or the taste of my dick. But this was an even better way to clean up than before.
Still on my back, I basked in the pleasure. Softening to half mast, I stayed in her mouth gently petting the jaw length hair in a soothing motion.
Considering what I was here to do, I supposed I should feel bad about wasting my thickest batch. But I think it’s important not to treat this too much like a job. There’s still a lot of girls out there waiting for me to drop by. So I figured I should just enjoy myself as I go along. Don’t want to get bored after all. Though, staring down at the mouth still wrapped around my crotch it was kinda hard to imagine that ever happening.
I pull Chloe off of me after I caught my breath. Mouth left open, a few drops of white dripped into the grass bellow where she was left to hang. Stood above her, I looked at what was left of her clothes and tried to consider how I was going to get her out of them. Say what you want about how Max dresses, it was easy to get her out of.
The boots were just as big a nightmare as I’d guessed. After a good three minutes of loosening laces they finally started to pull free. Pinning her legs to the ground, the large hunks of rubber were thrown to the side.
Pants already undone, it was an easier matter of working them over her hips. She had a fairly impressive figure, and I took my time at this stage admiring the way her hips and rear stood ballooned out from her trim waist. The light blue material eventually made their way into the grass, leaving me to admire her plain grey panties.
All but naked at this point, I figured it was time to decide how I wanted to do this. Normally, with Max, there has always been her bed or something to lay her down on to find a comfortable angle. But this was the first time I’ve tried to do this out in the open. There were a few benches nearby but while they were easier to lift and move around while time was frozen that didn’t mean there wasn’t any resistance.
Still faced towards the ground, her back and rear faced up towards the setting sun. Getting an idea, I moved to bend her arms and legs until she fit the popular ‘doggie style’ position. Back arched and head closer towards the ground, the rear I’d just been admiring bent up in a display. And the thin fabric of her underwear stretched to accommodate the angle.
I got up behind her and laid my hands on her hips. This should work, I was confident I could keep her from getting away from me before I finished. That being said, I lined my half hard erection along the crease of her cheeks and sawed myself against the soft cotton until I was back to my former hardness.
I hooked my fingers under her waist band and pulled them down toward her knees. Staring down toward her crotch, I was surprised to find the soft lips completely shaved bare. A startling difference towards the familiar light fuzz that Max allowed. Without the light cover, I was able to see the lines and folds of her sex without obstruction.
Her outer lips were slim between her legs. Between them two longer folds split between the pale skin, a darker red color. Reaching out, the abrasive sensation of stubble could be felt showing that it had been some time since she’d last touched up the area.
A bottle of lotion was fished out of my discarded pants, already half empty. After the first day I’d made sure to buy my own supply, one without scent. White goo suddenly appearing in their crotches would be suspect enough. I didn’t think suddenly smelling lavender and peaches down there would help my efforts.
I splayed a good helping into my palm, shivering as soon as the cool sensation wrapped around my heated shaft. I gave it a few good pumps, covering myself as much as I could. Next I pressed my slick fingers into her tight channel, pushing the lubricant as deep into her body as I could. I took a special moment to enjoy the warm, smooth texture of her body wrapped around my fingers. It only increased my anticipation.
This… this was my density. I was chosen for this. By god or by nature. Besides, I’d seen the movies, I’ve seen what happens when you try and change the future. Final destination anyone? Except, rather than robbing death, I was creating life. In the future there were already tons of lives about to be born. It was my job to make sure they all came true.
My hips pressed forward, pushing my swollen head into the nest of folds. Naturally following the divot of her opening, the ridged core speared into the softness, forcing it apart and allowing me deeper. Looking to be a firm batter for the female gender, I wasn’t sure if she’d ever gotten with a dude. But feeling how tight she wrapped around me, I was hard to imagine any dude getting to her before me.
My fingers dug into her hips, keeping her from sipping forward as I pushed the last of my length into her body. And as my hips came to rest against her pale white cheeks I took a moment to enjoy the warmth of her hugging my shaft.
I was interested to feel that she was different from max. Slightly anyways. As a virgin not so long ago, I’d never thought I would have the chance to have sex with two different woman so close to each other that I could compare. But moving my hips, I could feel the way her channel lacked the narrow end that I’d enjoyed in Max.
One hand keeping her still, I started at a slow pace. The lotion did its job making her smooth walls slick and amazing around my shaft. As still she was, her body was still warm and inviting. And I’d gotten used to doing all the work. With my free hand, I enjoyed myself exploring the soft muscle lining her waist and back. Hand splayed open, I reached and grabbed for anything that was available, happily exploring this uncharted body.
Her body still shook, despite my best efforts. Blue hair forced forward again and again as the force of my hips spread through her body. I tried to be gentle, to leave as little a mark as possible. But once the pleasure starts to bleed into my thoughts and I feel the tightening in my crotch, it’s hard to keep from hammering away and to just give in.
With Max it had been slightly easier. I really care about her, you know? But with her friend, I quickly began to feel my pace pick up, and the muted slaps of our skin increasing in volume. My fingers digging in her hips left the pale skin white, and I knew a small bruise wouldn’t be out the question next time she changed clothes.
Breathing heavily, the excursion was warming me in the cool November air. Flushing all kinds of red, my forehead was damp along with the tips of my hair. Changing position, I brought my leg around her hip and braced myself and I leaned over to cover her back. Like this my thrust were shorter and faster, and I let my hand reach around to cup her breast.
Soft skin molding around my grabbing fingers, I gave the sensitive flesh a heavy squeak before pushing my hips deep into her channel and grinding against its back. A rush of tingles zoomed up my spine, leaving me light headed for just a moment.
I felt my balls start to lift and the pressure building in my shaft start to shift, preparing for release. Opening panting, a few drops of sweat dripped off my bangs and onto her slim neck.
All I could see was her mop of blue hair shift and sway with my heavy motions, never able to fall back to its natural position. Giving her another few quick stabs, my tip seemed to swell as the first surge of cum filled the underside of my dick, only to spew deep in the back of her opening.
I gasped, tightening my hand around her breasts as I felt my pleasure peek. Her back to my front, I could feel her soft skin rub against me and increase the overall electricity that tingled along my toes and back. Sputtering three full bursts, I let the last of my essence dribble free. Even going so far as to give my limp member a few extra pumps, making sure she received all I had to offer.
I pulled out regretfully, already missing her warm and soft tightness around my member. Despite everything that had happened she remained just as she had been, minus a few added ounces of semen. Her tired expression, and empty eyes locked on some faraway place.
In contrast, I was a bit of a mess. Out of breath and covered in sweat, I might want to invest in a gym membership if I really thought I was going to be able to do this multiple times in one day. Just two and I was beet.
My clothes were my next responsibility. Even if the cold was lessened in this world I wasn’t exactly comfortable. Thankfully, the time it took me redress myself and Chloe, I’d managed to collect myself enough to appear normal in front of the group of girls. Pushing and pulling Chloe back into the position she’d been in, Rachel was easier. Feeling the soft grass settling on the back of my pants, I raised my hand and waited for the pain to come Lansing through my brain. This one was gonna suck.
“Aaaaaahaaahw.” Arm in the air, the three girls watched me as I faked a yawn. Face pinched the familiar blade worked its way from the center of my brain out. But it passed as soon as it came. And lowering my arm back to my side, an easy smile worked its way to my face. And I enjoyed the relaxed buzz still echoing through my legs.
“Well ladies,” I gave the trio a nod, “thanks for letting me crash your party for a bit. But I should be heading back to lab.” Max smiled at me, and Rachel waved. Chloe didn’t seem to be listening, her eyes locked on the spent bud she’d so casually thrown in the grass.
Knowing she couldn’t see, I gave her a wider grin. “This was just what I needed.”
------Chloe------
The fuck was in this smoke?! Bring it to my nose, I tried to smell for anything that might have gotten slipped inside. But all that did was make the throbbing ach in my throat worse. It didn’t make any sense, I mean, it’d come from a fucking pack of the things. But feeling the entire world flip on its head was a little too close to a bad trip to be anything but.
When I looked back nerd boy was saying his goodbyes, fucking finally. It was kinda nice to put a face to the guy we’ve been hearing about. Max had told us all how badly he was trying to fuck her, but Christ that dude needs to get laid. And now we were stuck spending our Friday night at some drive-in? Talk about lame. I’m getting so baked before the loser show.
I threw the smoke away, carefully touching a finger to my neck. Smacking my lips, a lingering taste of something seemed to hang just on the edge of my tongue. It was musky and thick, the kind of thing a glass of water wouldn’t exactly clear away. Regardless, I was about ready to lick the grass if it meant clearing it away. I settled for spitting instead. It didn’t help.
“You okay babe?” Blinking, my eyes turned to Rachel and saw her staring at me. I was about to shrug it off, maybe tell her I wasn’t feeling too hot when I remembered she’d also taken a few hits.
“Fine, yea. Um.” I shrugged, caught off guard by a small tickle on my stomach. Blinking, I forced my attention on her. Even as I felt it spread along my ribs. I tried to be casual, I didn’t want to start something if this was all just on me, but I still needed to ask, “you feeling okay?”
Because I was not. My thighs pressed together, trying to ease the steady pain focused between them. The worst was right at my crotch, the soreness seemed to bleed through most of my pelvic and even reaching deep inside of me. Especially deep inside of me.
Only I could somehow manage to fall on my ass while I was sitting on it. Either that or someone who can’t recognize a great pair tits tried to kick me in the balls without me knowing.
Rachel turned her head and stared off. “Besides hungry?” her green eyes blazed in the sun. And for a second, I actually forgot about my sudden case a weirdness. But sitting up the sharp pain in my gut forced me back to reality, earning a sharp hiss. Okay, seriously. What the fuck?
“Why?” watching me, her brows pressed together. And who could blame her. Cradling my wounded insides, it probably look like I’d crapped my pants. I considered telling her exactly what was going on, until I remembered Max was sitting right across from us.
I glanced at her out the corner of my eyes. Expecting the same nervous and anxiety riddled girl we’d spent the day with, my eyes widened at the sight of her, white faced and watching me like I’d just started floating in midair. Eyes wide, she seemed even more freaked out than I was.
Huh, so now she cares about me?
I bit back that thought. I tried to remember what Rachel had said. But it was hard. I was still so fucking angry… but that wouldn’t help anything. And I better not freak her out more than she already is. I have no idea what the fuck Blackwell is doing to her, but she looks like she’d gonna go bald if she doesn’t learn to chillax for an hour.
“Nothing a burger won’t cure.” I put on a smile. Rather than holding my stomach in pain, I gave it a soft pat like it was only hunger. The action brought another bought of pain and I couldn’t help but wince. Eyes turning to Max, she only seemed even more freaked. Seriously, the hell’s her problem?
Rachel laughed, the one sound that seemed worth hearing in this world. It helped more than anything else. And I struggled to stand to my feat. “shudda guessed,” the blonde teased. And I bristled.
“Hey, not all my problems can be solved with food.” It was a hard argument to stand by. Rachel’s smile only widened and my stomach did that flippy-flop thing it always did when she looked at me like that. She leaned in close to my ear.
“No,” she agreed in a hushed tone. “Everything else my tongue can take care of.” When I pulled away her smile was devious, naughty. Before I could stop myself I felt my crotch tingle at the implications. She knew what she was doing to me, and only smiled that much wider. I fought to keep the warmth out of my cheeks.
It was hard to notice right away. Already covering my breasts, the tickle, now an itch, had made its way well into my panties. I’d been doing my best to ignore it, but seeing my girl stare at me like that- it was impossible not to feel what was happening in my pants. Which was even worse now.
Taking a deep breath, I could feel the warmth in my body spreading, reacting to whatever this was. I should probably be a little more worried about what was happening, but with Rachel around it was hard to think about anything else.
“H-Hey, come on! Let’s get to the grub.” I tried to bite down the stutter. Fuck me, Rachel was just about the only one who could make me that nervous. The sudden warmth in my underwear certainly wasn’t helping. In fact, it seemed to be getting worse? Man, must be thirstier than I though. Might need to ditch Max for a bit after dinner and see if my girl’s willing to put up all that talk.
“Max?” Rachel stood up taking my hand. But the small thing Max grew up to be remained firmly seated on the grass, and was actually looking worse than the zombie we’d picked up that afternoon. If possible. Eyes trained on me, her face was pale to the extreme, and made me think for a second she could actually see the party going on in my pants. Shit, I wasn’t poking through my shirt, was I?
“C-Chloe?” she asked. If I didn’t know better I could swear there was actual fear in her voice. Dropping my smile, I shot her a weird look. “Are you sure you not feeling anything weird?” Her own hand settled in her lap. She seemed anxious about something. I mean, it was cool that she was worried about me, but try not to have a cow, yea?
“Um, sure?” Horny as fuck, but then what else is new. You didn’t have a hot piece of bootie like Rachel to screw and not walk around with a perpetual lady boner. Sometimes the bitch will just look at me a certain way and we were on top of each other. I cross my arms over my chest, just be sure. And wouldn’t you know two stubby bumps pressed against my arms.
“Come on. If we don’t get some food fast, me and Rachel will just have eat you for dinner.” I added in a playful wink, trying for one of Max’s signature blushes. She was ridiculously easy to tease, not to mention fun. This time she didn’t seem to catch on, and worked her way to her feet as though I hadn’t said a thing.
Boooo! Lame.
Besides Max acting like a total spaz, the rest of us started on our way towards Two Whales. Mom might be pain in the ass but she knew how to cook some serious burgers. Not to mention with Rachel around she’d be half way pleasant. It should probably piss me off that my own mother preferred another girl over her own daughter, but I couldn’t really blame her. I liked her a lot more than me too.
Filing in the car Rachel took her seat next to me and Max jumped in back. My car might not be much to look at, but it was mine. And any kind of freedom in this Podunk hell hole was appreciated. And as soon as Rachel graduated, this will be the thing to take us to LA.
Cheeks warm, my panties were starting to get a bit wet, and it was hard to concentrate on anything else. I started the car and could feel the rumbling engine vibrate through my seat. My fingers on the steering wheel tightened. I did my best to play it cool, but for a second I could swear something was actually touching me down there…
I shrugged it off, or did my best to. Unless Marlboro started mixing ecstasy in their tobacco, then I was just losing my mind. Certainly didn’t make my sudden condition any easier. Gripping the shitty leather and starting down the road, I had to bite my lip, acutely aware of each and every bump in the road.
Okay, so this was weird even for me. I’ll be the first to say I’m a total horn dog. But that doesn’t mean I cream my pants just cuz my girlfriend mentions her tongue. Fuck, I could feel the blood in my cheeks beaming; not to mention other places. Even my tits were starting to fuck around.
Tight and warm, the gentle weight hanging off my chest felt like it was wrapped in kind of silken scarf. Every move I made, ever breath I took seemed to make it more sensitive. The worst of which centered around my rock hard nipples.
Releasing a heavy breath, it was all I could do to keep from panting.
On the upside, whatever this fucked up thing was, it made me forget about the aching in my crotch. In fact, locked in a car with my girlfriend and best friend, it became all I could do to keep my strangeness from being noticed.
Me and Rachel liked to joke around Max about doing it in front of her. But the reality was a lot less appealing. Too many fucked up emotions there already. Still, my panties were cooking and I wasn’t sure what would happen if I had to suffer through an entire dinner in front of my mother before I got the chance to do anything about it.
I turned my head, careful not to let Max catch me peeking at her. To my relief, whatever had gotten her on my ass at the school seemed to have passed. And now she was anxiously biting the nail of thumb, staring down at her lap. Might as well be the poster child for shy, fucked up teens.
I coughed, clearing my throat. To my right, Rachel looked up from her phone and shot me a strange look. I must be more obvious than I guessed. But then, it wasn’t very easy to look natural when your vagina to goes nuclear. A single maddening moment of indecision flashed through my mind, before I decided to just fuck it. A philosophy I’d followed through most of my life since dad.
“Hey,” I whispered, my breath hot against my lips. If anything Rachel’s eyes seemed to widen, but not without an amused smile also gracing her features. She was so fucking beautiful, and I took a second to admire her. That turned out to be the wrong thing to do and the sensations in my crotch reached much deeper into my stomach. A feeling that nearly had me moaning right then and there.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she whispered back. But her expression exposed that she knew exactly what was going on. I returned to the smile, though mine was a bit more seductive.
There was no way I was getting through this without Rachel catching on. And if she was going to find out, I might as well as her to lend a hand, right? It made sense to me. And seeing that I had her attention I looked her dead in the eyes. At the same time my hands popped the button of my jeans open. An action that forced her to glance down and her jaw to drop.
“Think you can lend a hand?” I asked repeating my internal joke. She seemed to catch on right away and shot me a wide expression of disbelief. Eh, what can I say? I’m incorrigible.
Normally getting fingered in public wasn’t really my idea of a good time. But I was dying here. I tried to show this, putting on a pouty expression. But that just made her laugh harder into her hand.
Eyes wandering back to our third wheel, she saw that she was occupied in her own thoughts. When she looked back, I knew she didn’t have the excuse of getting caught and waggled my eyes brows invitingly. She shook her head, but not in a way that said no.
“Pleeeeease?” I whispered. My heart was already beating in my chest. And I didn’t even bother trying to hide my nipples pressing through my top. Fuck, these babies could probably poke through Kevlar by this point. Rachel, the wonderful person that she is, bit her lip and gave my flustered form a once over before sighing heavily. And when her shoulder pressed against mine, it took all of my self-control to keep from cheering out loud.
“Thank youuuuu.” I sang in her ear. But she wasn’t listening. Instead she watched her own hand on my thigh, feeling the warmth inside the torn denim. The sensation alone was enough to curl my toes. But I waited, panting quietly as it rubbed higher and higher toward the open flap leading towards my exposed undies. Simple and dark grey, they weren’t especially sexy. But I think she’ll appreciate what’s inside.
As much as I wanted to look at her and only her, the nagging reminder that I was driving forced me to keep at least one eye on the road. Thankfully it was mostly empty and I trusted Max to stay lost in her thoughts until we got to the dinner. She always did like to brood.
I just finished passing through an intersection when Rachel’s long fingers finally found the opening my pants. Feeling her finger press against my swollen mound I had to fight back a moan, slowly sinking in my seat and spreading my legs to give her more room.
“Jesus, Chloe!” Gasping like she’d been burned. Rachel’s amusement turned to awe feeling just how wet I was. I grinned despite myself. Always trying to impress. You know me. But the small curling motions of her fingers were like heaven. With one hand I reached up to cup my tit through my bra. Easily finding the pebbled tip, I gave it a light pinch and slowly started to rock my hips against her hand. Fuck yea…
The spreading sensations were getting worse. I could feel it. Actually inside of me. I’d thought Rachel’s finger would help. But as Rachel drew her fingers through my lips, it only seemed to get worse. Or better, depending on what I was looking for. Now it felt like there were two things touching me. Rachel, who worshiped my lips and clit, and then whatever the fuck I’d picked up reaching the very back inside of me. With both of them going at full force, I could already feel the tightness in my stomach starting to quiver.
The worst part about all of this? The sound. Despite our best efforts to keep quite I could actually hear Rachel’s fingers as they squished and rubbed my pussy. I was fucking dripping at this point. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I was ever this wet. Rachel’s expression remained frozen in amused awe, open mouth and smiling as she stared between my legs. The sharpness of my nails bit through the warn leather of the steering wheel leaving four identical puncture marks.
My free hand reach out to grip her arm, pulling her that much harder against my crotch. She seemed to get the message and pushed her fingers past my lips and into my body. Finally gifted with something to squeeze down on my pussy bared down on her two fingers sending wonderful sensations up my spine. Quick and small, it was just the beginning of an orgasm that I would need to bite something for just to keep from screaming out.
“Look at you,” Rachel’s soft voice filled my ear. No longer looking at the mess that was my crotch, her eyes watched my face enjoying each expression as they came. I bit my lip, trying not to do anything too embarrassing. But the steady pumping of her fingers rendered me little more than goo. My eyes rolled back. Her deep throaty chuckle echoed in the back of mind.
Two Whales was just around the corner. But I was closer. Working myself faster against her hand, I focused on the tingling on my breasts and all along my pussy and gave into the pleasure. Jaw falling open, my mouth formed a silent scream and the body numbing orgasm finally crashed through me with all the force of a hurricane.
Holy fuck. I had no idea what had happened to me, but I wasn’t so sure if I wouldn’t mind it happening again. Though, preferably in a place where I’d be able to return Rachel’s generous attention. If this was what fucking outside was like then watch out Arcadia Bay, raging lesbian on the loose. Somehow I didn’t think they would mind. Pervs.
My arms and legs seemed to shake, only made worse by my attempt to keep them still. Thankfully I was able to restrain from crying out loud or slamming on the accelerator. But my following gasp was anything but innocent. And I could only feel my face continue to burn.
I let go of Rachel’s arm and let her retrieve her soaked fingers. Eyeing me with purpous, I watched her bring the dripping fingers to her mouth and lick them clean. Fuck me, she is a goddess. One that new exactly how to get to me.
My pants were ruined, even before I came. Shifting on my seat I could feel the wet fabric stick to my ass. Ugh, the worst. I probably didn’t smell to hot either. Au de cum, wasn’t my personal choice of fragrance. Especially walking up to my mother. The entire car reeked of it much to my embarrassment. And with a startled realization, I just then remembered the third passenger locked in the back seat.
Pulling into three whales, I didn’t dare look behind us. Not a second sooner did I drag the car into park, did the door open and Max fled towards the fresh air. Fuck me, I didn’t think things would get that hot. It’s really a miracle I managed to keep the rust bucket from crashing. But it seemed we hadn’t been able to keep our little game from our friend.
Shit was fucked up enough between us without adding this to the list. Little blushing max, she must be having an aneurism right now. Dropping my head on the steering wheel, I waited for whatever sarcastic comment Rachel had lined up to fire. But there was silence.
My head turned slowly, my energy still sapped from the explosive activity. But seeing Rachel, my face curled at the sight of her staring at her fingers, a deep line between her eyebrows. Her tongue forked out, drawing against the light pink lips. And what had been a fun and flirtatious gesture was kinda freaking me out now.
“Babe?’ I started, a nervous chuckle on my breath. “Not really the compliment you might think it is.” but rather than shy back, I found my eyes going wide when she turned her attention on me, eyes narrowed.
“We’ve been together all day, right?” A weird question, but I was a little too tired to look at it too closely. I shrugged my shoulders. Technically. I mean, she’d spent the night before heading over to cheer up Max so… yea?
Rather than explain her weirdness, Rachel’s face just looked more confused. “Um, if you’re done licking your plate, I think we just scarred Max for life…” that got her attention. Turning around she stared at the spot Max had been sitting and cursed.
Weird as it was to think about, my girl actually seemed to care about Max. I was happy about it. I mean, as much as I wanted to bag on her for ditching me, she was still the same little shit I ran through the woods with looking for buried treasure. Pretty hard to cut off ties like that completely.
But lately it was like she’d gotten a little intense about it. Almost like she was pushing us together. The sound of the door opening interrupted these thoughts, and I looked to see Rachel’s seat empty. I opened my door to follow.
Max stood at the bus stop a few feet away and I felt like the biggest ass on the planet. Honestly, I still don’t know what the fuck had gotten into me. I might be raunchy, but I’d never just exploded like that. And now I might have seriously fucked up one of my only real friendships. Rachel wasn’t doing much to make feel any better- arms crossed her eyes glared in my direction.
“Fix it.” She demanded, flat and plain. She pointed across the lot towards our friend and I couldn’t help but bristle. I hadn’t fingered myself after all. But fuck it, Rachel might be my angle, but fuck me if she ever gets in a mood. That bitch can rage with the best of them. I learned my lesson a long time ago, and just raised my hands in surrender.
I walked over to Max anxiously chewing my lip. I tried to think of what I was going to say. To either flat out apologize, or maybe try and play it off like it had all ben one big joke. ‘Oh, I wasn’t really getting finger fucked with you in the back seat. No, we just pretended. To fuck with you, you know? Oh the distinct smell of my crotch? No, no, all part of the prank.’ Yea, even I wasn’t that dump. Kicking a rock, my head hung with regret.
“So… sorry.” I winced as soon as I said it. I’d never been too good at acknowledging my wrongdoings. Staring at her back, the sound of my voice earned a small flinch in her tiny shoulders.
She didn’t say anything right away. And for a second I was worried I’d be dealing with a cold shoulder. But fidgeting next to the warn bench, and watching cars zoom past, Max’s hesitant voice finally sounded. Though she didn’t turn to face me.
“Chloe?” My name shook on her lips and I wanted to swear at how freaked she sounded. I mean fuck, I knew she was a virgin but it wasn’t that bad, was it? “Chloe, what happened?”
“Ah,” I hesitated. Because, fuck, what could I really say? Even I wasn’t sure. One second we were all just hanging around and the next my insides felt like a tenderized stake. Without the fucked up pleasure, I was starting to be more aware of those aches. Though it was way more manageable.
“I don’t know?” It was the truth. And the only answer I could give her. “Just, like, I honestly don’t know what came over me. I not trying to cop out of anything but for realz, it just came out of nowhere.” My arms crossed over my stomach remembering how the strange sensations had crept on my skin like a million tiny fingers. I shivered, despite the circumstance. “I’m sorry if we freaked you out.” There, I apologized.
Max went back to being quite, and I felt my nerves grate. She still hadn’t bothered to turn and face me. And believe it or not, standing in a parking lot soaked to your knees in your own cum wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Especially in goddamned Novemeber. If this bitch was expecting me to beg because we tarnished her fucking delicate sensibilities than she had another thing coming. Rachel could give me the stink eyes all she wanted.
“You know what? Fuck it.” I rolled my eyes. “I gotta shower and shit before food. So if you want a ride back to your dorm get in the car. Or wait for the bus. I don’t really give a shit at this point.” Turning my back, all I could do was shake my head.
Entitled bitch. Its why, when I started to walk back toward my girl and my car, the feeling of a hand grabbing my arm caught me off guard.
“Chloe…” I turned around, eyes drawn together. Max was facing me, hand wrapped round my arm almost painfully tight. Looking her in the eyes, there was no disgust or embarrassment. But fear. Honest to god fear. Enough to actually knock me out of my own ass and listen to Max’s next few words.
“Chloe I think something’s going on at Blackwell.” She swore, one hundred percent serious. Brown eyes bored into mine and it was all I could do to keep from staring at her like she’d lost her mind. “There’s something I need to tell you about. Something I haven’t told anyone. Chloe… I need your help to figure this out.”
Next chapter – Talk Nerdy to Me: Max attempts to convince Chloe that there is more going on at Blackwell than meets the eye. And Warren takes advantage of a crush, long been ignored.
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