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Kingdom Tart	By : HondoOokami Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 32614 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts 2 is not mine and never will be, nor are any of the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay, so I lied. While this should be part two of three, I’ve split it again so this is actually part two of four. Trust me, it’s for the best.

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One night on a sleepover at Roxas’ house, many months prior to the summer events that brought Roxas and Fuu together, when she found it difficult to get some sleep, Olette discovered something about the young man she adored that really made her head spin in an inebriated effect, and simultaneously discovered she had a nasty new turn on. His smell had an overwhelming hold on her, and she really got off on it.

The scent of his clean body, the musky smell of his messy hair and the sweat stained clothes he’d discarded in the laundry basket at the end of his bed to be later taken to be washed... all those different aromas boiled the desire within her body like a kettle prepped for making tea, and the region between her legs grew so damp she had no choice but to duck into the small adjoined bathroom with her hand cupped over her crotch through fear of wetting herself.

Sweat glistened on her red-hot forehead under the white light. Breath ragged and raspy, her head fell back and her shoulders quaked with an ashamed yet delighted shiver. She sat on the toilet, lid up, with her legs up and apart, the soles of her bare feet resting on the rim of the sink just opposite and her toes curled, and her pelvis tilted back. The hand that she pressed to her loins had gone on to apply the fingers in a spur of the moment bout of self pleasure, no matter how many times her brain ordered them not to.

It didn’t help the fact she held onto a pair of Roxas’ underpants in the clenched fist of her free hand and smothered them over her mouth and under her nose.

With continual deep inhalations and an array of odd noises she tried to stifle by chewing the hem of the orange tank top she pulled up to bare her slim belly and get a better view of her lower region, Olette’s fingers plunged, twisted, pinched and stroked between and over her soaked vaginal lips in a manner as wild as the intoxicated ideals that swirled about in her head. At times she hooked her fingers inside and stimulated her clitoris with some rough application by use of her thumbprint, and the outflow of her bodily fluids poured down her perineum and partway between the crevice of her butt, where it finally stopped and dripped into the loo.

“I’m... so disgusting,” She whimpered in a pathetic and pitiful voice. “I’m really wet... from a few whiffs... of Roxas’...”

A few tears rolled down her toasty red cheeks. Masturbating in Roxas’ house with Roxas’ dirty clothes felt so damn good, so much more exhilarating than doing it at her own home with just his photograph, it was almost painfully overwhelming for her senses.

“He wore these today... the odour is so strong, and it tastes... so strange...” She sucked on the material of his pants, whereabouts his crotch would be. “Is this... what it would taste like? I... want to know...”

Copious amounts of her juices poured into her palm for the fifth time that night. She really had to put an end to this soon. She really had no idea if she would be able to stop, or what the consequences would be if she were discovered. The chances of the latter were slim, as it was late in the night and Roxas was a heavy sleeper.

“So... disgusting...”

After one final release, Olette was able to say to herself ‘enough’s enough’ and dropped her arm. The crumpled article that belonged to Roxas fell from her limp fingers to the floor down beside the loo. Red cheeked and both mentally and physically exhausted, she remained in place until she relaxed back to normal. Once achieved, though her stance wobbled a bit, she cleaned herself up and pulled back on her Capri three-quarters, and returned to the bedroom on tip-toes.

In the morning, Olette acted casual and Roxas was none the wiser to what happened in his bathroom in the night... although, he did wonder how the pair of dirty underpants he wore the previous day found their way from his laundry basket to down beside the toilet.

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A few days later, while at school, Olette found herself at the mercy of Roxas’ body odour once again after gym class. Though the boy’s and girl’s activities were separated, they had to pass by each other in order to reach their respective locker rooms, and that’s when she picked up on his scent.

It’s amazing how much effort he put into his role as a striker in football to cause him to sweat so much. As she walked past and he patted her shoulder in his friendly manner, she mustered all the strength of her will to stop herself from pouncing onto him and licking the moisture from his forehead there and then in front of everyone. Lord, did she want to, and regretted the fact she didn’t as she watched his back disappear behind the blue door.

A palm pressed to her forehead from aside, which snapped her from that hopeless gaze of longing and made her heart skip a beat from the sudden shock.

“Fever?”

The question that was asked in a tone that matched an aloof expression came from Fuu, who’d noticed the overbearing ruddiness of the brunette’s face, and stopped to check up on her. Olette stuttered and fumbled her response, as her mind was currently in a state like the contents of a bowl of mixed punch, and shook her head as if she was ready to deny an accusation before it had been flung.

“Oh, oh no, no... I’m just worn out after playing all that netball and running the track, that’s all. I’m okay otherwise, but thank you anyway for checking on me, Fuu.”

It was left at that, and Fuu brought her hand back to her side.

A line of guys passed by, and they all took a discreet glance at the aloof beauty with silver hair in her gym clothes. The tight white shirt that pronounced her marvellous D-cup bust and the skin-tight navy blue Lycra shorts were a sweet treat for the eyes and the mind, and an image that they should cling to when they go home at night to ‘strangle the rabbit’.

With a toss of her chin towards the girl’s lockers, Fuu tapped Olette’s side to make her get a move on as they still had a class to get to afterwards. When the brunette complied and went on her way with an unusual sensation stuck in her brain, Fuu placed a hand to her chin. She happened to know who caused Olette to blush so profusely, but wasn’t sure why she sniffed the air after him.

After some consideration, she thought she may have found the answer.

‘Intriguing.’

Four other girls brushed past Fuu as she stood there in thought, which wasn’t readable through her blank expression, and her one visible eye tracked the last two before they disappeared along with Olette. Those two were the new students in their class as of a month ago, and both had evident interest in Roxas, whom they befriended the very day they arrived, the same as herself and Olette.

Fuu winced. Her plans were in dire need of a revamp now the competition had raised a few bars...

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Ten minutes into the geography class, Olette’s mind wandered away from the apparent importance of tectonic plates and pondered on Roxas’ smell once again. It was difficult not to think about it since the scent had coiled around her, but she did attempt to put up a mental block to halt the filthy ideals once or twice. Obviously, because they were only ‘attempts’, the efforts failed and those thoughts floated about inside her head like a small fish tank overloaded with carp.

Pink-cheeked, she chewed the end of her pen and jogged her knees with a bounce from the balls of either foot as she increasingly grew nervous. That was because she had also grown increasingly damp, and could feel the moisture seep through her panties and stain the inside of her thighs. Not only that, but the seat as well.

It drove her crazy, and it didn’t help much when she looked one seat forward to the right and focused on Roxas’ back. With shaky hands, she put the pen down and gripped the edges of her desk.

“Ohhh,” Olette sighed in a high tone with pursed lips, which, luckily, wasn’t loud enough to draw attention, and pressed her thighs together. Her core was now heavily soaked, so much so a warm puddle formed on the seat, and traces of drool started to roll down her chin from the corners of her mouth. Her entire countenance flushed a deep vermillion, her eyes drooped half-closed as she were slowly succumbing to sleep, and her head told her to do something that wasn’t suitable for this time or place based on many social and moral issues.

‘You can get away with it,’ the voice in her head purred in a seductive whisper. ‘Look around you. No one’s even paying any attention. No one can see you here at the back...’

Olette didn’t have to look around, because she already knew the voice was right. Fuu sat at the desk to her right and couldn’t see to her left side because of the way her hair was styled, and would be too engrossed in the school subject to notice anyway. To her left, the new student sat straight with her eyes either to the front or on Roxas. It was hard to tell which one, but in any case she wouldn’t get distracted and look to her right.

‘Don’t,’ she whimpered in her mind. ‘Don’t, don’t, don’t, not in here, not right now, please don’t do this to yourself…’

She was too late, and far beyond her own ability to stop. With discretion, her right hand slid down her stomach and ducked up her short school skirt. One finger at a time, they hooked over the elastic banding of her panties and pressed flat against her wet opening.

‘No, no, no, no… someone will see me…’

Her index finger eased the tip between her soggy lower lips, and slipped partway inside. The other fingers rubbed their prints on her flesh, and her thumb stroked the tuff of hair just above the opening.

‘Nooooooooooo…’

Her thumb and ring finger slid down and parted the wet labias to open up more, and allowed more of her fluids to flow out. The tip of her index finger poked her clitoris three times before it began a slow, sensual rub. Olette shuddered as she hunched forward and clutched the furthest edge of the desk in a tight, creaky grip. Her eyes rolled back, saliva rolled down her chin and splashed upon her notebook, and her nipples had stiffened.

She had to open her legs wider. She did so with each knee against the outside of the cold table legs, and resolved to play with harder herself. Her teeth clicked together as she forced her middle finger inside herself and began to thrust.

‘If Roxas were to look back and see me like this… would he be disgusted?’

Her middle finger wildly jabbed into her tight hole. The indecent squelches reached her ears, yet didn‘t take heed to the fact that other people might hear them too.

‘All the boys would see me in this degrading state… start to talk about me, and make nasty comments… probably about me being so dirty and up for it with anyone… yes, he would be disgusted… he wouldn’t want to be seen with me ever again… not this repulsive, perverted girl…’

Now her thumb added a harsh, pressured multitude of strokes to go with the penetration, and her index finger rubbed along her labia.

‘I must… stop… I have to if I… don’t want to lose Roxas as my friend…’

She couldn’t stop herself. As much as she didn’t want to lose his companionship, which would count for Hayner and Pence, too, she just as much wanted Roxas to look back on her and think ’wow, Olette, you’re so naughty! It’s just how I imagined you to be each night I spent masturbating to you! Come back to my house after school, and we can get naughty together for the whole night!’

Olette pulled her finger out and focused on her swollen clitoris. She pinched and massaged the hard pink pebble with her thumb, index and middle fingers at various rates and pressures. Boy, did she hope this would end soon…

‘I… I’m close! I’m nearly there! Thank heavens, I’m almost done!’

A heat wave blasted from her core, and she managed to release into her palm. Hot juices poured into her hand and onto the seat, dripped to the floor and stained the inside of her thighs.

“Guh…haaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

Olette’s body slumped forward, and the side of her face hit the desk with a thump. The climax, fuelled by dirty thoughts about Roxas and the thrilling possibility of getting caught, felt so darn good. Perhaps she should try this again in another class sometime…

“Olette?”

She froze upon hearing the concerned voice that belonged to the one she just touched herself over in class. By the sounds of things, he was right in front of her.

Scared, she raised her head in a slow and wary manner. Quite so, because she just discovered that he was indeed before her, crouched down to get to her slumped eye level, with a look of concern about him. That wasn’t the only thing; the whole class was dead silent, and the eyes of absolutely everyone peered in her direction.

‘Oh Gummi Blocks,’ she cringed. That loud noise she made during the climax really drew some attention…

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“Where are we heading? The nurses’ office is down the hall back there,” Olette pointed out in a quiet voice that was laden with guilt and shame, even though she wasn’t really in any need to see a nurse. Though, if a psychiatrist had recently set up practice next to the office, she’d be glad to pay them a visit at least to try and find out the cause behind this sudden obsessive ‘problem’ she suffered from.

The observation went ignored, and Fuu continued to lead Olette down the opposite direction of the deserted hallway despite being the one who claimed her friend’s ‘bad stomach’ required the nurse. Their arms were linked, and the shorter girl pretty much dragged the brunette along at a fair pace. She may or may not be aware that the taller girl had trouble keeping the pace due to the soggy patch between her legs that made the chafe of her moist thighs so awkward in both the irritated and erotic sense.

After less than a few minutes, Olette realised where she‘d been taken to. Why, she was fairly certain she knew from the way Fuu shot a glance at her, but how the other girl knew the link was what left her stumped.

“I-into there? But we can’t, that’s the boys changing rooms! We’ll get into a lot of trouble…!”

Again, the questions went ignored and Fuu continued forward regardless of the protests.

Several aisles divided each long row of lockers, with a combined bench and coat rack running down between each one. A few bags and jackets littered the racks untidily, left behind by the owners to be collected later, and some of the locker doors were ajar. Mixed in with the strong, odorous waft of teenage boy sweat that bore a resemblance to malt vinegar, this place was a horrid bombsite in comparison to the relatively well-kept rooms used by the girls.

They’d halted a few feet away from the door while the lead girl mused over the way the lockers were sorted. Like in their changing rooms, these should be alphabetised to the student‘s names. While she done so, Olette frightfully glanced around as if they’d wandered into a haunted house and hugged the arm that linked with hers.

Though no one was likely to walk in at this time, it could still happen. If they got caught sneaking around the boys locker room, they’d either be branded perverts or thieves. Either label would be bad enough, or the even the possibility of a black mark on her otherwise clean permanent record would haunt her for the rest of her life. Those thoughts pent up the worry inside and made her tremble.

Fuu seemed sure to head down the third aisle and along the right side, so she took them down there. About two-thirds of the way to the end, and she stopped by one particular locker and lightly rapped the knuckle of her index finger on the door.

‘Found it’, her slight smile seemed to say.

On a thin bronze strip beneath the grill, a name was engraved to identify the owner. When she read the clear title, Roxas, Olette’s heart picked up the pace in its thumps and she started to feel that hot, bubbly sensation in the pit of her stomach once again.

As a member of the school’s football team, or ‘soccer’ as some other regions may call it, Roxas had the privilege to own a locker rather than sharing it like the rest. That would mean that the clothes he wore for the previous lesson wouldn’t get tainted by the less appeasing smells of the others.

Certain that she heard Fuu’s breath shudder out in a manner similar way to her own, which would indicate her nerves were mutual, she shyly tilted her head.

“What are you going to do?”

After a moments pause, Fuu flashed Olette a look that seemed to say ’we’re about to play a little game’, and then slipped her fingers into the notch. Before Olette could find her voice and stop Fuu from opening it out of respect for Roxas’ privacy, also for her own sake in relevance to her ’problem’ due to the familiar smell she managed to pick out amongst the other unpleasant ones, the locker opened wide with a metallic squeal.

‘Oh no,’ Olette’s eyes snapped shut and her flushed features twisted as if she were under an enormous amount of physical stress. Her free hand shot up and pressed on Fuu’s upper arm, her knees knocked together and her upper body and shoulders bunched in. ‘It’s happening again!’

Moisture formed upon her hot brow. To her, the heavy stench of Roxas’ sweat produced the same reaction to any other type of regular aphrodisiac.

The silver haired girl reached up top and grabbed a messy clothes bundle. She knew from the design that it was the same one Roxas wore earlier, and she could feel a few clammy perspiration patches on her fingertips. Awe paid a brief visit to Fuu’s otherwise aloof expression, which Olette missed on account of her eyes being shut and the fact that most of her face was concealed by a veil of hair.

Fuu passed the bundle by her own nose to take a whiff and realised there was something there that defined his scent from the others, something that couldn’t be described as anything else but erotically pleasant, and then moved on to wave it underneath the other girl’s nostrils.

Olette let out an outstretched wail and trembled terribly as her back reflexively arched. If it wasn’t for Fuu, who shifted her foot to adjust to the sudden weight shift from the taller girl, she would’ve collapsed on the floor in a fit of muscle spasms. Although, saying that, Fuu didn’t help much by holding the sweat-soaked item of clothing to Olette’s face like she were trying to apply a dose of chloroform on a rag to render her unconscious.

“Uhhh… wahhhh…”

The squeaky whine that erupted from the brunette’s throat was muffled by the article that covered her face. Having opened her mouth, her tongue touched the fabric and came into contact with a particularly strong patch. In the instant, her core flared up at ten times the magnitude from when she simply stared across the class in the imagining of such a situation, and her already drenched panties soaked up a portion of the sudden explosion of her sweet bodily fluids.

With incredible strength that was cleverly concealed by a lithe figure and short stature, Fuu brought the clothes away from Olette’s face and scooped her hand behind her back to pull the girl up straight again, and followed that up by guiding her back towards the wooden bench/coat rack behind them. She stopped once the brunette’s calves bumped the rim of the bench, set her back to rest against the midway post, and then applied the clothes to her forehead. Sweaty portions of cloth hung across her eyes and barred her vision, and the scent could still reach her nostrils with the utmost clarity.

“Obscure fetish,” Fuu noted, and to that the other girl whimpered cutely like a pathetic little puppy. She eyed Olette’s wobbly lips and smiled at the orchestra of gasps, until she decided to make them end for now.

Fuu pursed and blew onto Olette’s damp lips, licked a bit of dribble from her chin, and then pressed hers against them.

Olette was in no way taken aback by the kiss, nor did she struggle to break from the lip lock she shared with another girl. On the contrary, in tears, she wailed and begged into Fuu’s mouth for her to kiss harder. That’s because this wasn’t the first time she and Fuu had kissed, and certainly not the first time been touched by her.

Some time ago, during a sleepover at Olette’s, Fuu insisted they watched a copy of that particularly dirty video that’s circulated its way around the classroom and came into her possession. They both agreed that the feature was an eye-popping exhilaration and, in few words as possible, the red-eyed devil coaxed her friend into the idea that there wasn’t anything wrong with two girl-friends sitting side by side, touching themselves as well as each other during the film. Olette made no secret of about whom she fantasised but Fuu, being an enigma with an emotional pattern that was too hard to read, did. Seifer, Olette imagined, but then again she had inkling that someone else may have caught her attention…

Tongues whirled in a messy tango, wet lips smacked together in a ferociously heated assault, and the knee of the shorter girl raised to set foot on the bench, bumped the other’s burning loins and acted as a support to prevent her wobbly legs from caving inwards. The way Olette’s precious area leaked a hefty flow of hot juices upon Fuu’s thigh and spilled across her pale skin was enough to send the chills of delight up both their spines.

A heavy sigh shared between them as their lips briefly parted for much needed air, and then their mouths crashed back together. Fuu slipped the Roxas-scented garment down and pressed it to Olette’s cheek, and pushed her chest further against her to squash their soft, plump breasts together firmly.

None of the muscles in either of Olette’s legs had any energy left within them to help her stand, and her weight came down upon Fuu’s thigh. That wasn’t a problem for the ruby eyed beauty, who could support her friend for a good long while in this position, however she conceded that it was the best time to sit her down. In a smooth, swift movement, Fuu hugged Olette and lowered her down until her butt touched the bench.

“Huahhh,” Olette whimpered in shame, stared dazedly up at the aloof girl with an expression contorted with overheated embarrassment, and opened her legs to display the soggy panties that covered her precious area. Fluids stained the inside of her thighs, seeped out in a small puddle upon the bench, and dripped from the edge.

Even though her expression didn’t show, Fuu was incredibly surprised to see her in a higher aroused state than normal from a simple bit of teasing with a pair of Roxas’ sweaty gym clothes. She was quite damp herself, but Olette was several hurdles ahead.

Tears were in the brunette’s eyes, and fogged her vision in the same way the powerful odour clouded her mind. That being the case, she was now well aware of the reason for Fuu bringing her here.

“N-no, Fuu… please don’t do this to me… not in here…”

“Relief necessary,” She responded in a soft tone to make it understandable that this course of action was for her own good, and that she should accept it rather than turn away. Of course, as always, she knew she would eventually.

Truth be told, she didn’t dislike being kissed or touched by Fuu, because she did feel that her touch served her better than her own. It was purely the times and locations she seemed to pick that made her so reluctant to participate. Most often they’d be someplace public, someplace buzzing with people living their everyday lives, someplace where people couldn’t, but at the same time could, see them. It’s just a wonder that they’d never actually been caught in the act.

Fuu placed her fingertips underneath Olette’s chin and smeared the lines of mixed saliva upward across her lower lip with her thumb in a gentle, wavy manner, as if she were trying to tempt her into sucking on it. No surprise registered on the aloof girl’s face when Olette took that as the true purpose and fell to the lure whilst she kept her pitiful gaze up in a manner that begged forgiveness should she fail to perform this to her satisfaction. She looked up like that regardless of the fact that she knew Fuu cared for her and would never display any acts of anger or violence towards her in any form despite holding a reputation as a humourless, forever-miserable lass with a glare that could cut through an acre of bamboo trees.

Also, she did actually find the taste and texture of Fuu’s flesh to be of the utmost sublime quality, with a taste that clung to the buds on her tongue like any of the worlds most delicious and characteristic flavours.

Gently she suckled on the tip, and the soft, moist squelches of lips on skin rung clearly in her ears as it was the only noise other than the electrical buzz of the overhead lights in this empty room. With a light sigh, she dared to take in the whole digit to the knuckle and sucked on it with longer, firmer pulses and added a bit of tongue to rub the print. Olette didn’t want to look to see whether or not this action was desired, but continued to do so anyway in hope that she would be appreciated for the effort.

A disagreeable whine and a silent, wet ‘pop’ accompanied the withdrawal of the thumb, as Olette had started to get into the mood. Still standing, Fuu licked the thumb herself just once, then drew a wet line down Olette’s forehead, the bridge of her cute nose and stopped at the centre of her pursed lips. At the very same time when this action was performed, the other hand she had with the smelly bundle of Roxas’ clothes pressed to the side of the brunette’s head like she were applying a pack of ice to a swollen purple bruise.

“Ahhh,” Olette gasped, her eyes murky as they glanced aside to try and catch a glimpse of the reeking article whilst she kept her face pointed in the direction of her friend. “His smell, it’s swirling around inside my head and permeating my brain like a toxic cloud... I-I don’t want to, but I feel that I must touch myself silly or else it’ll simply push me to the brink of insanity... heh, perhaps it already has...”

Standing with her upper body bent and her butt protruded towards the row of lockers, Fuu’s lips hovered and wavered within an inch of Olette’s, brushing by on occasion for a mere half second each time, as she listened to the absent-minded mumble. When she decided that it was time for Olette to stop and relax while she ‘relieved her’, she slowly drew the full surface of her tongue upward across her cheek and nose and softly hushed her into silence.

Weakly blubbering with tears rolling down her cheeks slower than the wet trails creating puddles between her legs, Olette closed her eyes, tilted her head further back and received the kiss with a muffed, long-drawn moan of acceptance. Her fingers clutched Fuu’s bare shoulders tight, and tried to pull her closer if not on top of her. It pretty much worked, as the silver haired vixen pushed her busty chest forward and raised one knee at a time upon the bench to straddle her lap.

Roxas’ clothes drew further away as both Fuu’s hands grabbed a couple of coat hooks above, arms up like she were a bodybuilder showing off her fantastic biceps, but the aroma still wafted around Olette’s nostrils as if they were right under her. The pretty brunette slipped her hands down her friend’s back and stopped at her tailbone, one on top of the other, and clung on as Fuu started to slowly and rhythmically grind her hips to drive her crotch into Olette’s stomach. Through the thin layer of her blouse, she could feel the damp growth between Fuu’s legs as it smeared up and down over her belly. That, alongside the continual pressure changes related to the firmness of Fuu’s tender D-cup breasts against her collar and throat and her own impressive mounds against Fuu’s stomach, made this movement a spine-tingling extravaganza.

Their moist lips ripped apart noisily, and each let out a grand, pleasant sigh of contentment. Olette’s head still hung back, her jaws apart as if she awaited someone to plop a fresh grape into her mouth, and Fuu set her lips on the girl’s sweat-laden brow for a second before she released another long breath. Her hips hadn’t stopped, even though she intended to, and she came to realise why.

That scent that’d gotten to Olette had gotten to her, too, yet she was lucky that it wasn’t on the same level otherwise they’d both be a numbed, drooling couple lying half-unconscious on the floor when all the boys return from class. Lord, if they found these two sexy minx’s in here, doing naughty things to each other in ways they only imagined in their wild, hormone-driven minds when they sat at home with their lad’s in their hands, beating out to fantasy that also included themselves in some way, who knows what kind of nasty deeds they might perform given the opportunity.

Would these two girls resist, or succumb?

Fuu glanced up to the clothes that hung from her hand, and decided to inhale an amount for herself. She took a whiff, decided that there was something fairly indescribable that made his musk stand out from the others, and then dropped the half that was his shirt. For now, she planned on making use of the interesting flavours of his shorts.

By great strength of will, Fuu reined back control of her own mind and stopped her hips from moving. Olette seemed to be disappointed that it should end, but then the compensation cast that aside like an old, unwanted toy. She snatched the offered shorts from Fuu’s hands like she were a starved peasant being offered a loaf of bread, and covered the nasty article over her mouth and nose with a deep breath.

“Kyahh, this stinks...” She moaned in delight.

Fuu slipped off Olette’s lap, slowly knelt down in front of her, placed her hands on either knee and opened Olette’s legs. She reached in with one hand and used her index finger and thumb to pinch the juicy lower lips of her panty covered crotch together like a wet sponge. The coarse squelches made by her damp flesh as it was squeezed were loud enough for both of them to hear.

“Squishy,” She said with a hint of humour in her low voice.

“Ah... I’m such a freak, aren’t I?” Gasped Olette as she seemed to suck on the region of the shorts that would cover Roxas’ groin, slid her butt forward to sink down, tilted her pelvis and tucked her knees up to her own shoulders like she were performing a somersault. This position was set so that Fuu could reach her damp place with ease, and her voice quietened down into a muffled whimper. “No one who’s normal gets turned on so much when they stick someone’s smelly, rotten pants under their nose. Look, I’m so wet that anyone would think that I peed myself. What do you think? Do you think this thing I’m into is... gross?”

Olette was unsure whether or not the overpowering flavours from Roxas’ shorts meddled with her brain and the reaction she thought Fuu gave her was a mere hallucination, so she asked again in hope of a more verbal response. Then again, she didn’t know if her ears played tricks on her, too.

“Contagiously sexy,” Fuu smiled, and used the hand that previously rested upon her knee to pull up the hem of her short skirt and flash her own knickers. She, too, was very wet indeed, and she seemed to suggest that Olette and her new dirty habit brought it on.

After a few seconds of silence, Fuu dropped her skirt and went back to what she had in mind beforehand. Her tongue flicked across her lips in anticipation for the sweetness she knew was delicious from memory, and her warm breath tickled the area which drove a light shiver throughout Olette’s entire body. The full surface of her tongue slowly dragged upward over the soggy material and sunk a portion of the fabric between the lips, creating a gorgeously erotic set of cameltoes.

Again, she dragged her tongue up, and then used the tip to swipe down through the crevice. Throughout this repeated action of varied speed and force, Olette inhaled Roxas’ smell and massaged Fuu’s scalp with her free hand as if to say ‘good girl, you’re doing wonderful’ to her like she were an obedient pet. Give her a collar and a leash; perhaps the silver haired vixen would like to play a nice little game of ‘animal obedience’...

Olette’s slim, moist thighs sometimes received a kiss or a lick, and she sighed pleasantly. Until the devil sparkled in Fuu’s one visible eye and she opened her mouth wide to completely cover the brunette’s opening and gently sunk her teeth into the soft, spongy flesh like she were taking a big bite out of a delicious peach.

“Ku-ahhh! Fuu!”

The sharp spasm at the base of her spine curved her back, and an eardrum-rumbling howl echoed through the empty locker room. Both Fuu’s hands clasped the underneath of Olette’s thighs, just an inch from her buttocks, and her clawed fingers squeezed the tender area meanly. She sucked the juices that seeped through her panties with harsh conviction, and used her tongue like a spear to force the material further in between the labias in order to make the underwear seem tighter. When she found the hard and particularly sensitive pebble through the fabric, she dabbed and nipped at it in a full-on assault.

A sudden heavy spurt of warm bodily fluids dashed her chin and spilled down Olette’s perineum to her butt, and made a whole new wet stain at the rear of her knickers. Fuu pulled back and smacked her lips before she kissed the inside of either thigh.

“Overflowing,” She commented as she swiped her fingers between the labias and dug in further on the second go. They may have only been the sixth or seventh time they’d done this, but again, she’d never been this wet nor released this much before.

Fuu’s tongue swung across her own chin to collect the honeysweet release that stained there, stood up and gently tapped Olette’s raised knees in a way to tell her to drop them. Both feet came down together with a light thump on the solid floor when she complied without question.

Olette’s skin had turned pink from the heat, and a thin sheet of perspiration that covered her made her exposed flesh glisten in the light like a beautiful figurine made from crystal. Without a word between either of them, she shifted and sat forward when Fuu’s hand touched her quivering shoulder and she gave a slight gesture with only a tilt of her head. The other girl raised her leg, slipped in behind and pulled her back into a tight hug, and they both shivered once again on account of her breasts being squashed against her.

A puddle had formed where Fuu sat, yet the sensation of a wet arse didn’t at all bother her. She did shift and squirm a bit as the moisture soaked through her skirt, through her knickers and crept up into her crack, but that was only natural.

One at a time, Fuu hooked a hand beneath either thigh to open Olette’s legs and hang her knees over and on the outside of her own. The brunette closed her eyes and let her head fall back on Fuu’s left shoulder with a light moan, and continued to smother herself silly with the shorts. The mysteriously stimulating reek reached Fuu’s nostrils, and her nose scrunched cutely; more so to try and blockade the alluring scent from flooding to her brain and taking control of her again as it did earlier than out of repugnance.

To get started, Fuu simply kissed Olette’s hot cheek and then set her hand upon her friend’s pubis with her fingers ready to gently rub the sodden, panty-covered lips. Her middle finger hooked and found the stiff, receptive little nub once again, rubbed it a few times with her print, and then added her thumb to give it a pinch. The arm she crossed over Olette’s body hugged her tighter when she trembled, loosened in the slightest when she seemed to calm, and then tangled with each button on Olette’s standard, school-issued sleeveless blouse until she stopped a notch down from the solar plexus.
The half of the blouse on the side where Fuu peeked over opened when she bit the hard collar and tugged on it with her teeth like a playful puppy with her chew toy, and her other half was brushed open by her hand after she slipped her fingers beneath the material.

Pale digits dug beneath the right bra cup, and pushed it up to uncover and grant the fleshy mound of perfect shape and softness freedom with a light bounce. The cool palm that then scooped beneath the warm, moist breast drew a sharp, whistled breath and a shiver on Olette’s part due to the temperate contrast. With another teasing coo, Fuu’s index, middle finger and thumb plucked the hardened nipple.

“Oh… oh that feels good,” Olette’s breathless compliments cut through the rank air as her tender C-cup breast was squeezed and juggled by the fingers. Fuu cooed and teased into her ear about her no longer objecting to this action compared to when they started, batted her lobe with her tongue, and latched on with her teeth.

Fuu’s hand snuck into Olette’s saturated panties, brushed through the material that’d ridden up into the soggy crack, and rubbed along the wet lips with her fingers. The tips of her ring and middle fingers dipped in to nail depth, and the thumb pressed over the stiff clitoris. In time with Olette’s whine, she harshly hooked the two fingers in further to their second knuckles whilst she simultaneously pinched the outside of the soft, squidgy labias together with her thumb and little finger.

The heavy outflow of fluids was ludicrously more so than the previous encounters, Fuu noted with great interest, and put it down to the mix of the excitingly risky location and use of Roxas’ dirty shorts. There were also the photographs on the inside of Roxas’ locker door, which they could both see from their seat, to add to the feast.

Either full-framed or cut to make a collage, numerous group and portrait photos plastered the metal panel. Many were of the usual bunch, Olette, Hayner and Pence, either all together or alone with Roxas in a whole variety of cool or funny poses, and amongst an interesting array of backgrounds from beach trips to snow days to regular snaps at the usual hangout. A few consisted of himself with a family member on holiday and, surprisingly, standing alongside Seifer and Rai in a fairly relaxed manner in their football jerseys, and there was even one of him and Fuu sitting beside one another beneath the shade of a tree. A couple of new ones were there towards the top, which depicted him as being fairly nervous from his lopsided smile and red cheeks, with the two new students in their class pressed in close to his sides and clinging tight to either arm like they’d claimed him as their possession.

“Hnhhhh,” Olette gasped and turned her head away shyly. She knew they were just pictures, but for a reason that could possibly be contributed to the way the odd aromas of Roxas’ clothes played haphazard tricks with her mind, it almost felt as if all those eyes were upon her dirty body right now. The thought of that, alongside the teasing of her nipple and precious area and the warm breath upon her moist neck sent a tremendous shudder across her shoulders.

What if Roxas was really there? If he stood there, smirking at the sight of her ashamed countenance, piercing through her partially bare chest with his smouldering blue eyes in a successful bid to will her heart into a faster paced beat, trailing down her smooth, peachy stomach and then concentrating on her naughty, drenched loins with a hard gaze that could burn and melt them further like a sunbeam through a looking glass... and noticed the way she got off on the rank stench of his gym shorts.

Almost as if she read her mind, Fuu whispered seductively into the brunette’s ear to place the images deeper inside her head.

“Lustfully leering,” She started in the way Olette first imagined, and the added twist of her fingers gave Olette a sudden, gasping start.

“Stripping attire,” She persuaded her with the idea that he’d started to undress, and heavily emphasised the thoughts of him naked. “Gleaming skin.”

There was a short pause between the suggestions, but her fingers continued to work away on Olette’s regions with all their pinches, jabs, plucks and twists.

“Heroic build,” All of her words started to slow in their pace, almost as if Fuu were gradually starting to fall asleep. “Hardened member.”

Everything, including the ministrations, stopped for twelve racy heartbeats for the both of them. That image Fuu brought up left them both in a wondrous, red-cheeked daze.

“Vigorously beating,” She suddenly squeaked in a higher tone, and continued on with her work. “Moaning gruffly.”

Oh God, the wild imaginings she depicted of Roxas standing there before them, tossing off over these two dirty girls while they moaned and writhed got to Fuu as much as it did to Olette.

“Erection... pulsating,” Fuu tried so hard to tame the pitch in her voice, however her failure to do so lead her to burrow into Olette’s sweaty neck. “Edging... closer.”

Even in her crazed, racy state of mind, Olette managed to pick out the way Fuu seemed to choke and squeal in the same wanting excitement she did. The way she also picked up in speed and applied more and more pressure into her teases seemed to nod towards there being a far deeper meaning to the way she reacted to her own descriptions of Roxas. Was it possible, perhaps, that the person Fuu liked was none other than...

“Spurting,” Fuu’s squeaky growl sliced through Olette’s thoughts and dashed away the final pieces of the puzzle before they could connect and make the big final picture, and drew her back into the fantasy of the young man and his throbbing manhood looming over them. “Ejaculation!”

That word alongside the mental image of Roxas releasing a thick load that’d cover them from head to toe, moaned straight into her ear, hit her mark. Olette’s inner walls enclosed around Fuu’s two fingers with enough force to make the penetrator fear their bones may snap, and prevented them from withdrawal. Hot juices poured out over Fuu’s other fingers and palm in a cast amount that quickly overflowed and spilled onto the seat.

Olette felt a wave of warm liquid gush on her lower back at the very same time as her own climax. Was that Fuu’s...?

Once it all stopped, Fuu twisted her fingers slowly and hastily kept on going to drive Olette over the edge again. Her teeth clutched the collar of the brunette’s shirt and acted as either a pain reliever of a voice muffler.

Five or maybe six times later, Olette was but a tired, red-faced and breathless wreck slumped on the bench in dishevelled clothing and with a hefty, dripping puddle spilling off the bench from between her legs. She tried hard to raise her head to see what it was Fuu was doing over at Roxas’ locker after she’d taken back his shorts, but she couldn’t focus on anything. She was just too exhausted, and felt the need to sleep.

Fuu closed Roxas’ locker when she put some things back and took some out, otherwise leaving all else as it was so he’d be none the wiser. She did intend to return the bits she borrowed, of course, once she’d finished with them. She turned away, knelt down before Olette, cupped her leaning cheek and brushed her fingertips across her fringe with the other hand.

“Fulfilled?”

The brunette’s watery, half-closed eyes darted in all angles, and the inflations of her chest began to ease down. In the time it took for Fuu to lean forward, slip her arms around her neck and cuddle her friend whilst she licked away the crystalline tears that still rolled down her cheeks, Olette managed to build up the will to respond.

“I’m… I’m fine now, but I still…” Olette closed her legs, tilted her hips and chafed her moist inner thighs together. “I still need… more… later…”

With that, Olette finally passed out into a peaceful sleep. Fuu’s expression changed in the slightest from neutral to slight sorrow. So slight being that no one could really tell unless they caught the tone in her voice.

“Overexcitement unintentional,” She looked back at the locker. While she knew she really shouldn’t have pushed Olette so far over the edge with this, she deemed the whole thing necessary. If things were to ever get intense, she needed to be prepared for it. Fuu was.

A good amount of time was left before the last class finished, but even so it was a good idea to use the remainder to carry Olette out of the room before they both got caught and landed into some serious trouble. There wasn’t much she could do about the messy stains upon the bench and floor, though.

With a shrug of her shoulders, Fuu decided to ignore it. It’d make an interesting surprise for the guys.

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I apologise if the chapter seems scruffy and unchecked, but I’ve been rushing about trying to get it finished. If you spot any major problems, please give me a holler and I’ll sort them out. More comin’ up soon. I should be getting my laptop back at the beginning of next week, meaning quicker updates. Rejoice!

Also, I did come up with an alternate route for the locker room scene to take, albeit I decided it best not to. You can probably guess what that route might’ve been, eh? I might, however, post it up as another story some time. Any thoughts on that?
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