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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Chapter 16: The Witch’s Tale
- F/F, Minor2, Finger, Oral
One afternoon, shortly after that disastrous ski trip where Toad used Kurt’s holo-watch to disguise himself and… and kiss me…
Ugh. Let me start over.
Bored and alone one afternoon at the Brotherhood House, I sat on the couch and wondered what to do. The boys were out causing trouble in some fashion, but I wasn’t interested in pointless mayhem. The TV reception was worthless, as usual, so that wasn’t an option. I was considering painting all my nails different shades of red or purple just to kill time.
Deciding to enjoy the peace and quiet, I stretched out. I ditched my shoes and socks, since I prefer being barefoot whenever I don’t have to worry about stepping on food dropped by Blob. I was wearing my midriff-baring red halter, which my bra straps constantly escaped from, and black denim jeans, forgoing all the cuffs and bracelets that I usually wore. As that afternoon was rather sticky, and the AC was on the fritz again, my clothing quickly grew cloying.
A thought occurred: with no one named Toad around to ogle me, why not lounge in the buff? I’d hear Lance’s jeep up the drive early enough to dash up to my room. Perhaps I’d even touch myself, right there on the couch, and the boys would be none the wiser. That’s what did it for me; I pulled off my top and heaved a sigh of relief when I unhooked my bra to let my poor stifled breasts breathe.
I should explain. I’m not an exhibitionist like you, Rahne. It’s just that I’d only recently discovered the pleasures of my own body, so I was eager to indulge myself at any opportunity.
I’d just unfastened my jeans when there was a knock at the door. “Who’s the idiot knocking on the door of the Brotherhood house?” I wondered. For the moment, I put only the halter top back on. I intended to deal with the visitor in short order and, in just as short order, undress fully.
Imagine my surprise, then, to see a girl at the door. She stood about my height; her build like mine, but for broader shoulders. She wore a short-sleeved black tee a size too small, baring her midriff and especially displaying her pierced navel. The shirt had blue letters, I remember, saying, “You have the perfect face for radio.”
What really struck me hardest, though, were her hazel eyes. I’d never seen a pair of eyes so full of life – mischief, with just a hint of sadness. The impact of her eyes was really heightened by her violet eye shadow. I would say she wore too much, but I’d feel a bit hypocritical doing so. One eye was partially hidden by a lock of dyed-purple hair.
I found myself drinking in every detail of her unusual appearance: her thin, expressive lips; the half-dozen earrings in her visible ear; her long, slender neck; the swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist; her slim calves jutting from her khaki cargo shorts. Her punk hairdo, cropped close on one side while overly long on the other, had initially struck me as silly. The more I looked at it, though, the more it seemed rather flattering on her. She was the oddest-looking, most captivating person I’d ever seen.
To cover that I’d been caught utterly flat-footed, I snapped, “What do you want?”
The visitor just blinked. ‘Oh dear,’ she murmured, ‘you’re not Lance’s squeeze, are you?’
I made a face. “In his dreams, maybe,” I grumbled. Quickly, so she wouldn’t get the wrong impression, I added, “And I’m completely fine if it stays that way. He’s all yours.”
The punk girl looked over my shoulder expectantly. ‘Is he here, then? I’ve got something he’ll want returned.’ The girl had some sort of accent; I’ve no idea what, since I don’t have a lot of experience with accents. Maybe English?
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “No, he and his loser friends are out. Out being losers.” Yeah, I know, that was lame. I just wanted this chick gone so I could get down to business alone. “I guess you could leave it in his room,” I suggested, stepping aside to let her in.
The strange girl came inside, looking around in horror. ‘How can you stand it here?’ she muttered. ‘It’s falling apart inside and out. I’d wager a strong wind could knock it right in.’
I shrugged and closed the door. “We’ve not had any bad luck since I moved in,” I hinted.
‘And the stains, the crumblies on the floor,’ she continued blithely. ‘I’m shocked you don’t have creepy-crawlies.’
“Toad lives here,” I retorted. “Does that count?”
The purple-haired punk girl giggled. ‘I reckon it does, at that. Are those your knickers on the couch?’ She pointed at the couch where I’d left my bra, which I’d completely forgotten about until that moment.
Warmth filled my cheeks. “Lance’s room is upstairs,” I told her to get her back on track, “if you want to leave the… whatever it is you brought… in there.”
I’d swear she winked at me as she headed up. ‘A girlie mag,’ she explained over her shoulder, ‘that Mr. Kelly pilfered one afternoon. Or maybe it was Ms. Darkholme. I can’t recall now.’
“How do you know it’s Lance’s?” I asked, mostly to distract myself from her butt flexing beneath the shorts right in front of my face as I followed her.
‘Name’s on the front. Must have a subscription,’ the mystery girl answered airily.
“So Lance put you up to getting his magazine back?” I was starting to feel a bit lost in the situation. I also wanted to hear more of her sexy accent.
‘I, ah, liberated it and let him know with a note slipped into his locker,’ she clarified. ‘I s’pose I’m lucky he still goes to school at all.’
“I guess it helps to still have friends there,” I mused, “though I’m surprised, since he’s so proudly out about being a mutant.”
At the top of the stairs now, Lance’s friend tossed me an amused smirk and eye-roll. ‘Do I look like someone who cares what other people think?’ she asked, flipping her lock of hair out of her face.
I couldn’t help but smile a little, since she had a point. “Second on the right,” I instructed her.
‘Straight on till morning?’ she asked with an impish giggle as she headed down the hall. I know now it’s from Peter Pan, but at the time I was totally thrown by the non sequitur. I kept following the weird girl, not sure she wasn’t up to something more.
By the time I got to Lance’s room, the girl with the purple hair was sitting on the edge of the bed, thumbing through the magazine. She’d even managed to kick off her shoes. If she was shocked by the pictures she saw, she didn’t show it beyond a faint flush of her cheeks.
“I thought you were just dropping it off,” I reminded her, folding my arms impatiently.
‘Lance actually called and wanted this issue back,’ she mumbled. ‘I thought I’d have a peep to see why he wanted it so badly.’ Licking her lips – an act I wanted to see again, in slow motion – she added, ‘And maybe collect a bit of, ah, reward.’
“We don’t have any money, that’s for sure,” I snarked.
With a smirk, she replied, ‘Not the sort of reward I had in mind, luv.’ She flipped one more page, her face finally registering some surprise. ‘So that’s what the cover was on about, why Lance would want this back,’ she murmured. Her face became very animated when she looked up at me and said, ‘You simply must see this to believe it!’
“I don’t think I want to,” I replied, keeping my arms folded. I was curious.
‘Come on,’ she pleaded. ‘Not shy, are you?’
“No…” I unfolded my arms. I was really curious.
‘Afraid?’
“Of course not,” I huffed. Now I felt like I had something to prove, so I sat down next to Lance’s friend, on Lance’s bed, with Lance’s porn. I was curious.
And I looked.
There were three people, three naked people, three naked women, in the photos before my unprepared eyes. I had no idea you could do… things… with three people! So much bare skin… hands and legs and lips everywhere… soft, feminine curves…
Sorry, I got a bit carried away there. That image is seared into my memory. Where was I?
My jaw hung open. My cheeks burned. My thighs rubbed together. My, um, lady-parts moistened.
Okay, “lady-parts” is a silly way to refer to them, but I don’t like any of the other terms. Most of them sound so… unpleasant; and that area is so beautiful, especially when fully aroused. I like “privates” – thanks, Jean, for the suggestion – so I’ll use that term from now on.
While I stared at the picture, my hands kneaded my thighs. Once our “guest” left, I planned on a long session with Lance’s magazine. Since he didn’t know it’d been returned, I thought I just might keep it for myself.
The other girl’s voice broke the spell the photos had cast on me. ‘Can you imagine doing that?’ she wondered aloud. Her lips parted and she shivered.
“Which part?” I replied. “The ‘naked in front of a camera’ part, or the ‘naked with other girls’ part?”
‘Either; take your pick.’
I glanced over at her nervously. “I don’t think I could… do the, um, y’know… I mean, n-not in f-front of a c-camera,” I stammered, blushing.
The punk girl raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curling up in a mischievous smirk. ‘And the other?’ she asked. When I didn’t reply, she leaned a bit closer. ‘You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?’
“M-Maybe,” I mumbled. It was as good as an actual confession.
‘I’m game if you are, luv,’ she purred.
“What?” I cried. Backpedaling, I added, “It’s just… well… I mean… I’ve n-never…”
The purple-haired girl nodded understandingly. ‘We’ll start slow then,’ she promised. ‘I don’t suppose you’ve even been snogged good and proper yet, have you?’
I had no idea what she had just asked. I’m sure it was written all over my face, because she giggled and said, ‘I’ll take that as a “no.” Just close your eyes and relax,’ she instructed me, ‘and I’ll do all the work.’
Nervously, not knowing what to expect, I closed my eyes. Soon I felt her soft lips against mine. It sent a jolt through my whole body, from my toes to my head. I distinctly remember thinking, So this is what kissing is supposed to feel like. I sighed happily.
Of course, I had no idea what I was doing, and I’m sure the other girl could tell. I pressed my lips more firmly against hers and mimicked the movements hers made. My partner emitted a moan and licked my lips. I licked hers back. Our tongues began to intertwine, nuzzling each other like cats in heat. My head swam with sensations.
She cupped my cheek. I took her hand. Our fingers interlocked. I knew my hand was warm and sweaty, so much so that I couldn’t tell if hers was too.
When she started laying me back onto the bed, I had to break the kiss. I pushed the purple-haired girl away, just a tad. An expression of confusion painted her face. “N-Not here,” I explained, my cheeks reddening. “M-My room is… is just across the hall.”
‘Lead the way. We’re going to have oodles of fun,’ she promised.
Hand in hand, we crossed the hall to my room, which was neater and more comfortable than Lance’s. We sat on my bed and resumed our intense kissing. I’d feared that she wouldn’t want to continue, due to my inexperience; but she dispelled those fears quickly.
As we ‘snogged,’ she began caressing my waist and midriff. I sighed happily once more, the touch sending pleasant tingles all through me. Her hands slipped beneath the hem of my halter top. I became suddenly, acutely aware – or maybe, reacquainted – with my lack of bra. Part of me felt embarrassed; the greater part, though, hoped her hands would creep even higher.
I gasped with delight when they did just that. Her hands cupped my breasts, sending shocks of pleasure all through me. It quickly became too difficult to focus on kissing while she felt me, especially when she started playing with my nipples.
The girl touching me switched to nibbling my lower lip, which also felt wonderful. ‘They were poking right out of your shirt,’ she murmured, ‘just begging for me to do this.’ I didn’t argue as she pinched and rolled them.
Because it felt so good, I pulled my halter top up to give her hands more room to work. My back arched, thrusting my breasts more fully into her hands. My hips rocked back and forth a bit, grinding the crotch-seam of my jeans against my privates.
‘Why don’t you just ditch the shirt?’ suggested the other girl. ‘That’ll leave your hands free,’ she added with a wink.
I did just that. For some reason I felt suddenly shy about showing my breasts to another person, especially one who seemed so experienced. What if she didn’t like them? What if they’re shaped funny, or the nipples are too small?
The punk girl stared. I just knew she was horrified, so I started to cover them. She stopped me, though, and reassured me: ‘Now, now, luv, don’t cover up those gorgy nunga-nungas.’
Now it was my turn to stare. ‘Because they bounce?’ she explained sheepishly. She cupped my breasts and jiggled them, saying ‘nunga nunga’ in time with the bounces. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
“I guess you should show me yours too,” I suggested when I noted her fascination. “It’s only fair.”
She smirked. ‘No problem there,’ she assured me as she reached for the hem of her t-shirt. ‘Mine aren’t quite so large,’ she added as she peeled it upward.
The lacy black bra she revealed was rather well-filled. My mouth watered at the sight of her milky cleavage. “What size are you?” I asked.
‘Thirty-four-C,’ she replied as she reached around her back to unhook. ‘You?’
I licked my lips in anticipation and answered, “Thirty-D.”
‘Scrawny thing,’ she teased as she pulled her bra away.
I didn’t respond, too enchanted with the sight of her breasts. Overall, her complexion was close to mine, but her nipples were larger and, ironically, redder – a delightful shade of rose. I just had to touch. My partner moaned softly in response.
It wasn’t long before we were back to making out, or snogging, while groping each other’s breasts. Hers were supple and perky in my hands. My arousal built even faster than before; and hers did too, if her moans were any indication. At some point, we’d moved our hands away so our breasts could rub together directly.
‘Let’s strip down,’ she suggested, her voice thick with desire, ‘to just our knickers.’
I looked at her in confusion again. She giggled and unfastened her shorts. Understanding what she meant now, I blushed and started removing my jeans. I wondered what she would think about my panties that day – lavender, fairly mundane, but with a large (I was sure) damp spot over my privates.
I glanced over at her legs, as pale as mine but a bit, shall I say, meatier. Her “knickers” didn’t cover very much, consisting of minimal black lace. Based on your, ah, demonstration earlier, Jean, they would have suited you.
“Is that even comfortable?” I asked in disbelief.
‘It’s not for comfort, luv,’ she answered. ‘It’s for style. Shows off my bum.’ She rolled onto her stomach, her perfect, heart-shaped rear on full display.
“I see,” I replied simply, staring.
‘Yours are marvy,’ she assured me. ‘If my bum was tiny as yours, I’d bet they’d look good on me.’
I lay back on the bed so our faces would be on the same plane. Our lips soon rejoined, picking up right where we’d left off. My partner’s hands roamed freely up and down my torso, conjuring gasps of pleasure from my lips, especially when her hands brushed over my enlarged nipples. My hands roamed as well.
My thighs rubbed together to help contain the pleasure, the yearning I felt quickening between them, stronger than anything I’d ever felt while alone. However, those feelings only intensified. This was the point at which I realized I might be a lesbian. The activities that followed confirmed my suspicion.
One of my hands cupped her shapely rear. It was a bit firmer than her breast, of course, but still deliciously soft. I kneaded with gusto. My partner rewarded me with a lusty moan.
One of her hands trailed down my stomach, almost ticklishly. She slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of my panties and proceeded to trace a partial circuit from one hip to the other and back. My legs drifted apart, an invitation of sorts, I suppose, but one entirely outside my conscious control.
My partner wasted little time sliding her hand further into my panties. I soon felt her fingers running along my soaking-wet privates. I shuddered with pleasure. ‘You’re right sodden,’ my partner murmured between kisses.
I inhaled sharply when she found the sensitive nub at the top of my privates, the one I’d found the first time I’d masturbated. When she traced small circles on it, my back arched. Her expert fingers conjured pleasure more intense than any I’d felt before. I shuddered again.
Amid this sea of pleasure, I decided to return the favor. Following the curve of her rear, I stroked her privates through the thin lace that covered them. Even through her thong, I could feel her supernal wetness. I exerted a bit more pressure, summoning another moan from her.
‘That feels fab,’ she assured me. ‘Don’t let my knickers stand in the way of your fingers.’
I remember distinctly how warm she was, how indescribably wet, once my fingers slipped underneath the lace. I think my finger slipped right inside her. I’d go into more detail, but I can tell some of you are getting uncomfortable. It’s not entirely fair, since I listened to all the details of your experiences; but I’ll move on.
We kissed and touched each other a while longer. My whole body trembled while her moans filled the room. Adding another finger, I plunged deep within my partner. My stomach seemed tied in knots as I approached my peak.
I wouldn’t call the noises that came from the other girl “moans” – the utterances were far too guttural. They were low and throaty, coming from the diaphragm. For my part, the only sound I emitted was a content sigh; my body communicated my release well enough by shivering with full-body spasms.
‘Are you always this quiet?’ murmured my freshly-climaxed bedmate. ‘I wasn’t sure at first if you’d cum.’
Panting for breath, I nodded. “Don’t want… boys to know…” I explained between breaths.
‘We’re all alone now,’ she purred in my ear. We pulled apart, just a bit. She moved my hand along her curves till it reached her mouth. Before I could ask what she was doing, she started to lick and suck on my fingers.
I gasped, “Those were… just… inside you!” At first, it tickled, but the feelings grew more erotic quickly. Despite having just climaxed, my body shuddered again, as if preparing for more pleasure.
Winking her more-visible hazel eye at me, she assured me, ‘I love, love, love the taste of cum – from boys or girls.’ Finished with my fingers, she leaned down to kiss all over my breasts. ‘I’ve an idea for something to try,’ she added between kisses, ‘to see if I can’t make you scream.’
She began licking and sucking my nipples. Delightful sensations coursed through my body. Quivering, gasping, I ran my fingers through her hair. I felt her slide my panties below my knees.
As the other girl released my breast to kiss a path down my stomach, I divined her destination. I grew suddenly self-conscious of the abundant, unkempt hair down there, especially since I’d felt her much-smoother area. Apparently sensing my nerves, my partner soothed, ‘I’ll manage all right; but if you plan to, ah, have company down here more often, you may wish to, y’know, trim the verge a bit.’
“Our plumbing barely works as it is,” I grumbled. “I don’t want to clog the drains.”
‘Your choice, of course,’ replied the other with a shrug. ‘Just don’t be surprised if you don’t get more offers for a fab tongue-lashing. I’m smooth as a baby’s bum, so you don’t have to worry.’
I swallowed. I’d suspected that’s what she meant to do; but now that she said so, I wasn’t sure I was ready for all that. “I… I can’t,” I protested. “I… I wouldn’t know what to do. I’d mess up.”
I expected the other girl to get upset and refuse to follow through with her plan, but instead she just shrugged. ‘Suits me, luv,’ she said, ‘so long as you don’t mind me putting on my nuddy-pants too and having a frig.’
“Um… okay, sure,” I answered, once again having no clue what she’d actually said.
The purple-haired girl stood and pulled off the last scrap of cloth she wore. My eyes nearly escaped from my sockets when I saw that she was, in fact, utterly smooth and hairless. I found myself hoping she’d drop by again, once I could summon the nerve to do for her what she was about to do for me. I also resolved to “trim the verge” just in case, as she suggested, though I’ve not yet been brave enough to fully denude myself down there.
My partner knelt beside the bed and worked my panties off completely. Gentle kisses climbing my inner thighs coaxed them apart. Before I laid my head back onto the bed – to relieve some of the tension I felt from anticipation through watching her – I saw her reach between her own legs. The working of the muscles in her forearm showed me just what she was doing. Then, all I could see was the ceiling, so I lay back and waited.
She didn’t leave me waiting long. A bolt of pleasure shot up my spine, followed by another, and another, and several more besides. I gasped and shook all over. Dimly I was aware of her rough tongue probing my most sensitive areas. Every one of my senses shut down; all I could do was feel pleasure. If you’ve not had it, I’d go demand it from your boyfriends tomorrow.
Once my consciousness returned from whatever higher plane it had jaunted to, I saw my partner licking her fingers clean, her hazel eyes gleaming with satisfaction. I smiled shyly. “Did I… make noise… like you wanted?”
The other girl sighed and shook her head. ‘But you did herky-jerk around like you were being shocked.’ She winked and added, ‘I’ll take it.’
I giggled and replied, “Sorry to disappoint. I guess not every girl’s a screamer.”
‘Maybe next time,’ suggested my partner with a smirk. She glanced at my clock and said, ‘I reckon I shouldn’t be here when your friends get back. It sounds like they’d be total perverts and ask you questions you don’t want asked.’ She started getting dressed, and I followed suit.
I walked her downstairs. She tried to refuse, but I told her it was the least I could do for her after such an amazing afternoon. As she walked out the front door, I called after her: “I hope I see you again…” I trailed off, realizing I’d never gotten her name.
Glancing over her shoulder, she smirked. ‘Oh, I’ll be around, luv.’
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A/N: To you, my readers, I apologize for the slight delay in posting this chapter. I'd hoped that I'd be able to post this as a "bonus update" ahead of schedule about three weeks ago; however, it got delayed due to author distraction. I started working on some stories in another domain. I blame my Muse.
This chapter also took longer than I anticipated because it ended up being a longer chapter than usual. I'm sure you readers will consider that a plus. Also, I kinda struggled with this chapter, losing interest somewhat as I wrote - kinda like the Rahne chapter, though not to that degree.
Since this is my first major attempt at writing F/F, I greatly (even more so than usual) desire feedback, especially reviews and on the discussion thread (link contained in first chapter's AN). I still plan, tentatively, for another update in August before classes resume; but, because of the Muse pulling me in other directions lately, we'll see. Maybe having this monkey off my back will let me finish the other story and get back to this one!
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First Times at Bayville High