The First Step
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Adult +
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3
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9,599
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13
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The First Step
A/N: Should I even bother?
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to me.
Viper narrowed her eyes at the blank computer screen trying in vain to ignore the soft pants of the girl behind her. If she cast her glance to the window beside the monitor she could see the cheerleader sitting in her partner’s lap. Luckily the reflective glass did not grace her with the vision of his long fingers gliding smoothly in and out of the blonde in his possession.
Viper’s eye twitched as her mind was invaded with lurid images of the popular ones behind her. She vaguely wished that her friends were not so into porn. Then she might have had a chance of not having her mind go into such detail. ‘Of all the days to forget my CD player…’
Unfortunately nothing could mask the soft sucking noise her vagina made with the movements of those two fingers. The raven haired goth clenched her jaw as the librarian called out for the fifth time to be quiet. Their actions might have been blocked off by a misplaced bookshelf, but said container was no defense against the indecent sounds the couple was producing.
“This was supposed to be a group project. Not an excuse to off each other during class.” Her voice was sharp with irritation. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she finished the project that had been assigned to her and her so called partner.
“Don’t worry you can have your turn right after Jessica.” Trent answered insolently. As if on cue the blue clad symbol of school spirit stiffened and would have let out a loud moan if her mouth had not been covered in time. A low whimper and the girl slumped into the chair as Trent removed himself from the cheap fabric surface leaving the blonde heaving against the thin cusion.
“You have practice to get to now.” The blonde raised her blue eyes in complete adoration as she hastily fixed her outfit and skipped, literally, out of the library. Trent turned his attention onto his irate English partner with a hint of amusement. His dark brown hair gleamed in the fading lights of the school’s old computer section. He walked up to the chair Viper sat in and put his arms around her. She stiffened and tried to lean out of his embrace.
“I believe it is your turn now.” Trent ignored the look of disgust on the black clad girl. “If you want I can finger you before washing off her delightful scent.” With that comment he brought his still moist fingers up close to Viper’s face. “Can you smell her?”
“Get the fuck away from me.” The clipped voice left no room for argument. Then again Trent was not someone who took subtle hints.
“Do you want to taste her? Or should I just slip myself into you now?” He made a move towards her pants. Viper stood abruptly careful to avoid any contact with the tainted fingers. The chains on her pants clanked softly as she quickly printed her document and exited the room.
Trent grinned at her departing form. Her grey eyes had held the promise of a challenge that he was more than willing to take on. He straightened from his bent position and surveyed the now empty library. He was sure that eventually he would wear down the hatred the raven haired girl had of him. This had just been the first step.
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to me.
Viper narrowed her eyes at the blank computer screen trying in vain to ignore the soft pants of the girl behind her. If she cast her glance to the window beside the monitor she could see the cheerleader sitting in her partner’s lap. Luckily the reflective glass did not grace her with the vision of his long fingers gliding smoothly in and out of the blonde in his possession.
Viper’s eye twitched as her mind was invaded with lurid images of the popular ones behind her. She vaguely wished that her friends were not so into porn. Then she might have had a chance of not having her mind go into such detail. ‘Of all the days to forget my CD player…’
Unfortunately nothing could mask the soft sucking noise her vagina made with the movements of those two fingers. The raven haired goth clenched her jaw as the librarian called out for the fifth time to be quiet. Their actions might have been blocked off by a misplaced bookshelf, but said container was no defense against the indecent sounds the couple was producing.
“This was supposed to be a group project. Not an excuse to off each other during class.” Her voice was sharp with irritation. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she finished the project that had been assigned to her and her so called partner.
“Don’t worry you can have your turn right after Jessica.” Trent answered insolently. As if on cue the blue clad symbol of school spirit stiffened and would have let out a loud moan if her mouth had not been covered in time. A low whimper and the girl slumped into the chair as Trent removed himself from the cheap fabric surface leaving the blonde heaving against the thin cusion.
“You have practice to get to now.” The blonde raised her blue eyes in complete adoration as she hastily fixed her outfit and skipped, literally, out of the library. Trent turned his attention onto his irate English partner with a hint of amusement. His dark brown hair gleamed in the fading lights of the school’s old computer section. He walked up to the chair Viper sat in and put his arms around her. She stiffened and tried to lean out of his embrace.
“I believe it is your turn now.” Trent ignored the look of disgust on the black clad girl. “If you want I can finger you before washing off her delightful scent.” With that comment he brought his still moist fingers up close to Viper’s face. “Can you smell her?”
“Get the fuck away from me.” The clipped voice left no room for argument. Then again Trent was not someone who took subtle hints.
“Do you want to taste her? Or should I just slip myself into you now?” He made a move towards her pants. Viper stood abruptly careful to avoid any contact with the tainted fingers. The chains on her pants clanked softly as she quickly printed her document and exited the room.
Trent grinned at her departing form. Her grey eyes had held the promise of a challenge that he was more than willing to take on. He straightened from his bent position and surveyed the now empty library. He was sure that eventually he would wear down the hatred the raven haired girl had of him. This had just been the first step.