Sexual Sensations

Octavia sighed heavily as the bass of Vinyl's speakers shook their whole house. She was currently trying to find the checks in order to pay the rent, but it all was to no avail. She looked through every drawer, cabinet, couch cushion, crack, everything in order to find them, aside from the obnoxious DJ's room. "It's ten in the morning and I refuse to go in there!" she yelled out, although it was barely even a whisper with all the heavy bass lines flowing from Vinyl's room. Letting out an inaudible sigh of defeat, she approached the woman's room, scraping her knuckles across the brown door with an angry fist. "Vinyl Alyxandra Scratch, lower that noise immediately!"

The pale DJ opened the door, lifting her purple shades up and pushing her indigo-and-blue hair back and out of her eyes. "Oh, hey Octy!" she screamed over the wubs. "Whatcha bangin' on my door for?"

Octavia, already being annoyed with the constant shaking of her once-quiet home, shoved the door open with her hand, walking past the baffled DJ and towards the stereo system. She grabbed the volume knob and turned it counter-clockwise, which silenced the awful noise that Vinyl referred to as 'dubstep'. All loud noises that normally weren't heard in the morning had been relinquished.. "Finally," she breathed quietly.

"Oh, you wanted me to lower it?" Vinyl asked, looking up from her phone.

Octavia whipped her head around, her eyes constricting and her right eye twitching. The nerve she has! Her mind screamed. "No, of course not, dear Vinyl," she began. Her tone was like lightning and thunder accompanied by a top hat and monocle. "I was totally not banging on your door and asking you to silence that dreadful noise coming from this system of yours," she sternly said, pointing her index finger at the large stereo.

Vinyl chuckled cheerfully. "Well, why'd you turn it off then?"

The more-formal one growled, brushing past the laid-back DJ. "Put some headphones on or something, please!" she called over her shoulder as she plopped down on the couch, opening a magazine once she had her legs crossed and was sitting upright with her back straight. As if on cue, the bass kicked in once more, vibrating the entire house. She groaned, searching the couch cushions for anything to silence those horrible wubs, as her housemate called them.

A door slammed, slightly toning down the sound of the bass. "Why must I deal with this?" she asked herself, slamming her palm against her forehead and dragging it down her face. She closed the magazine that was now resting on her lap and turned on the television, flipping to a movie called The Wizard Of Oz. She barely half-smiled, laying on her side and setting a pillow against the arm of the couch, getting comfortable and eventually falling asleep.

The DJ was in her room rummaging through her drawers in a desperate attempt to find some clothes to shower with. She shrugged, grabbing a pair of boxer briefs, a blue-and-white-striped bra, and a white tank top. Turning her music down just a notch, she opened the door to her room and walked along the wall and into the bathroom, being sure not to disturb the cello-player again. "Grumpy ass," she muttered, turning on the water and getting undressed. She cracked the door and stared at herself in the mirror, reaching under the sink and grabbing her own shampoo and conditioner. She wiped the mirror down with her hand once the bathroom had become steamy and hopped into the shower, her hair falling over her face. "Gaaahh!" she growled playfully as she stepped out of the water, putting some of the shampoo in her hand and running her fingers through her hair.

She began humming something she heard Octavia hum from her iPod before. I don't remember what the damn song is called though. She thought as she grabbed her razor, beginning to shave her legs with some soap as she hummed the tune aloud, switching between high and low notes. She kept going on with it as far as she knew it, starting over once she came to an end of everything she had heard. She retreated back into the warm water, washing her hair out and grabbing the bar of soap once more, stepping out as she began to lather her bikini area up, shaving all of the stubbly pubic hair away. She then grabbed the conditioner, repeating what she did with the shampoo and continued singing as she began lathering her body in many layers of rich, white bubbles of cleanliness.

The cellist still lay asleep on the couch. Although her dream was nothing at first, the scene that just recently happened had been twisted around in her mind and began to become something she would have never dreamed of doing. Vinyl had pinned her against the wall in mid-sentence, kissing with as much force and passion as one could conjure up. The formal one didn't know how to react, staring at the DJ in front of her with wide eyes as large amounts of blood rose to her cheeks, causing a heavy blush to appear. The DJ didn't seem to mind though, her lingering lips staying there for several long, silent moments before she pulled away and began trailing her kisses along the others body. First she kissed her cheek, then her jaw line, then just below her ear, and finally her neck before sliding her tongue up it and began nibbling on her ear. Octavia closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the wall, allowing Vinyl to have more room. Her fingertips trailed down from her collarbone and over her breast, going down her stomach and to her pajama pants and everything faded into darkness before she jolted awake. "What the fuck!" she screamed before she hit the floor with a thud.

Vinyl was in the middle of washing her hair out when she heard the scream. She looked at the door, curiosity sparking within her head as she finished what she was doing and jumped out of the water. Not bothering to put a towel on or even turn the water off, she raced out of the bathroom dripping wet to find Octavia on the carpet floor, rubbing her ass. "Tavi, are you okay?" she asked, squatting down and checking the other for any signs of injury.

Octavia nodded, unaware of the naked woman in front of her. "Indeed I am, Vinyl. Thank you for asking," she murmured before looking up, seeing her dripping wet body shining in the sunlight. "O-oh, Vinyl, y-you're nude," she stuttered, forcing her purple eyes away.

She blushed, her pale cheeks turning a soft pink. "Yeah, sorry. I heard you scream and I had to see if you were okay," she whispered as she stood up and offered her hand out to Octavia. She was sitting on the floor, twirling her long, silky black hair in her fingers.

She eventually grabbed her hand and pulled herself up with Vinyl's assistance, staring at her in awe. Celestia, her body looks amazing, she thought, resisting the urge to bite her lip. What am I saying? How uncouth! She yelled at herself, yet again forcing her eyes away. "Thank you," she said, brushing herself off as a cover up for staring.

Vinyl nodded. "You're welcome, Octy," she replied, rushing back to the bathroom. Octavia stared at her pale, but 'modest-sized' ass. She shook her head vigorously in an attempt to rid the absurd thoughts she now had of her roommate. She lay back down on the couch, stopping herself from falling asleep once more in fear that odd dream would continue where it left off, blankly staring at the ceiling.

Vinyl pulled the briefs on quickly after drying off, followed shortly with the hassle of her bra. "I hate these damned things," she grunted, finally hooking it in the back and then slipping the tank top over her head. She looked at her hair, which was now in a more natural state. She grabbed the brushed and moved her bangs over to the right side as she pulled it through the remainder of her hair, draping the short indigo and blue color over her shoulders. She opened the door again and walked out and to the living room, seeing that the movie had been silenced.

Octavia rolled over with a groan. "Vinyl," she whispered.

"Octy?" Vinyl said, poking her with a confused finger. "Octy, I'm right here."

Her hair was covering her eyes, concealing any facial expressions Octavia had hidden from her. She was silent again, her black hair disheveled from all her tossing on the pale gray leather couch. She sat up immediately once more, knocking heads with the looming Vinyl. "Ow!" the two said in unison as they both placed a confused hand to their foreheads, rubbing the forming bump with their fingers.

"The fuck was that for?" Vinyl asked, still rubbing her forehead.

Octavia looked at the DJ, staring at her hair in disbelief. It looked simply beautiful, like a marble swirl in a cake, perhaps you could say, instead of her normal jagged style. "I didn't mean to, dear. It's just that this odd dream won't leave me be."

Vinyl's curiosity and wonder sparked inside of her as she jumped over the back of the couch, sitting at her feet now. "Spill it," she told her with a stern voice.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked, cocking her eyebrow and sitting up.

"Tell me what your dream was about," she clarified.

"Oh. I don't think I should," Octavia said, turning her head away.

Vinyl suppressed a small laugh, trying to get rid of the weird, awkward atmosphere of the room. "C'mon Tavi, you know you can tell me anything."

She nodded. I know, but I think this *thing** may be one of the things I mustn't!* Her mind screamed. She licked her chapped lips and swallowed hard, still looking down at the ground. "I know, but still."

"But nothin'. Octy, you gotta' tell me," Vinyl pushed on.

"Vinyl dear, I don't think you understand."

"What is there to be non-understandable?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Octavia giggled. "I think you mean, 'misunderstand', Vinyl."

"Whatever the hell the damn word is. What was your dream about?" she asked, putting the matter of large vocabulary aside.

She groaned, trying to find another way to get Ms. Scratch's mind off of the dream. "Want to watch a movie?" she suggested, giving a sheepish smile before turning her head back towards the television.

Vinyl shook her head. C'mon! Tell me! I'm not patient at all! Her mind screamed even though her lips were pursed. "Ohhhh Taaaavvvvvviiii," she said in a melodic tone. Octavia turned her head, lifting her eyebrows in an expectant way. Vinyl gave a charming smile and clasped her hands together, batting her eyelashes a few times and still keeping the tone, she said, "Would you please tell me? With a cello on top?"

Her jaw slacked. She stared at Vinyl in disbelief before shaking her head and rubbing her eyes a few times, opening them again only to see Vinyl doing it over and over. She sighed. "Fine," she muttered.

Being how giddy and curious she is, Vinyl scooted up, placing Octavia's legs over her lap. "Go on then," she told her.

With another sigh, she told her what happened. The heat of the moment, how it made her feel, the intensity, the excitement, everything. She looked up once she was done, staring at Vinyl with a deep blush on her cheeks.

Vinyl leaned forward, cupping Octavia's face in her hands. She was hesitant at first but leaned in slowly, placing a gentle kiss on Octavia's smooth, delicious lips. It took a moment of realization until she kissed her back with as much force as she was giving her, considering the fact it was more of a 'Is this really happening?' moment to her. In the midst of Tavi's thinking, Vinyl's other hand was doing just as it did in the dream, her fingertips sliding slowly down her body but up her shirt this time and under her bra, squeezing her nipple between her index finger and thumb just enough to harden it. Unfortunately though, she slid her hand out of her shirt and pulled away, a sly grin dancing on her lips.

"W-why'd you stop?" The cellist asked in a shaky tone.

Vinyl's grin broadened. "Because," she leaned in, nibbling on Octavia's earlobe gently before whispering seductively in her ear, "I'm a tease, my Tavi." With that, she got up, walking away from the couch as if nothing had happened.

"You fucking sly-ass little bitch," Octavia muttered, the wetness in between her legs was also very unhappy with what Vinyl had just done to her. "Don't worry, Scratchie," she paused, her own lips curling into that of a grin, "I'll get you back, just you wait."

=^w^=

It was almost six at night now and Octavia was tuning her cello in the garage, the only quiet place in their home where most of Vinyl's bass did not reach. She was getting ready to play one of the most harmonious symphonies she knew. She picked up her bow and pressed it against the chords, sliding it across each of them with swift, accurate movements. Just until a loud bass speaker kicked in and it made the most awful sound in the world. "Mark my words, I will murder that woman if she does not learn how to show some consideration for what other people do!" she yelled, getting up from her chair and storming out of the once-silent car-holding palace and nearly busted down Vinyl's studio door.

Vinyl had her headphones on her head as she was working the turn tables, lights flashing in every direction from them. Many other various stands of endless equipment that lay near the walls and around the room. She briefly looked up to see a rather-pissed-off Octavia standing directly in front of her. She muttered an inaudible curse and turned the volume down, giving a sheepish smile. "Heh, hey Tavi, whatcha doin' in my studio?"

"What are you doing ruining my cello session?" she countered, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot on the ground.

"Jeez, calm your nips, girl. I'll just turn it do-"

Octavia face palmed before cutting her off. "I want you to turn it off, Vinyl Alyxandra. And by off, I mean shut everything down and go read a book or something other than being an obnoxious nuisance!"

Vinyl gasped, taking her purple shades off her face in a slow, dramatic manner and placing them on her DJ equipment, stopping the track that was playing almost immediately. She stepped out from behind her booth and stood in front of the cellist, staring her down. "Say that again," she demanded, "or do you not have the guts to?"

The cellist, already being worked up twice in one day and knowing it would not be good for her already-knotted shoulders, she breathed out heavily in an attempt to calm herself down. A proper lady would never blow up. She thought to herself as she took another deep breath and let it out before speaking in a more calm and civilized manner. "Stop being an obnoxious nui-"

That was all it took before Vinyl had cupped her face in her hands again, leaning in and planting another kiss on her ever-so-perfect lips. Octavia mumbled against her lips only to show that whatever she did, the DJ would not lay off. Instead, she gave in, kissing her back hesitantly at first before deepening it, unsure of what exactly she was supposed to do. Vinyl began to pull away and, before Octavia's mind could even react, her hands snaked around the pale woman's waist, preventing her from moving away from her as their lips parted. Vinyl wrapped her arms around the other's neck just lightly, glancing down at where Octavia's arms were now placed and looked back up at her with those seductive scarlet eyes of hers as she bit her bottom lip. They both knew damn well why that kiss was so aggressive but neither knew what the fuck they were going to do now. "Someone's grumpy," Vinyl finally whispered once Octavia's grip loosened some.

Octavia huffed. "Silence yourself," she told Vinyl as she pulled away, unwrapping Vinyl's pale, long arms from around her neck. Vinyl stood there watching as the slightly-darker cellist walked back out of the studio and down the long corridor, opening her door and flopping down onto the bed. It was quiet for a long while, the bed occasionally squeaking as she tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. After about ten or so minutes, there was an inaudible groan before the bed squeaked, alerting Vinyl that she had gotten up.

She smirked and sat near the door, hiding her figure so the mysterious and confusing long, black-haired woman could not see her. "C'mon Octy, you're bound to shower soon," she muttered under her breath.

Octavia was rummaging through her drawers and closet, unable to stay still. She finally grabbed a black bra, black lace panties, a gray tank top, and a pair of gray gym shorts. Why do I even have this? she asked herself, but shrugged it off, the thought leaving almost as soon as it came. She walked out and grabbed a towel from the hall closet and walked into the bathroom, closing the door and the sound of a lock clicking was heard as the water started.

"Fucking dickmuffins," Vinyl cursed. She got up and ran quickly to the kitchen, pulling the fridge open. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out some cabbage, along with some creamy ranch and Italian dressing, followed by some ham, salami, and tomatoes. She then ran for the pantry, swinging the door open as she closed the fridge with her foot and grabbed some black and green olives. Quickly, as if her life depended on it, she started pulling apart the cabbage and placing it in a large plastic bowl, rinsing it off before adding the other various ingredients she had grabbed. She reached to the second cabinet to the right and pulled out two plastic plates, adding about a quarter to Tavi's plate and a half to hers, topping hers with the ranch and Tavi's with the Italian dressing, preparing the salad all in a matter of ten minutes. The water turned off and she placed a fork on each of the plates, putting them on the table at a rushed pace as she dove for the fridge, pulling out a can of Dr. Pepper and Arizona Sweet Tea, nearly slamming them down next to each of the plates. She leaped over the table and sat in her chair, nearly falling back from the amount of force she had impacted it with.

Octavia walked out as she was drying her hair with a beige-colored towel, eyeing Vinyl suspiciously. She draped the towel over the back of the chair, seating herself. "And what is this for?" she asked, staring at the concoction Vinyl made her and her eyes drifted from her plate, to the tea, then to Vinyl several times.

"Just to apologize for how I've been acting," she muttered, picking her fork up and trying to politely eat. How does she make it look so simple to have proper table etiquette? her mind questioned but she pushed it away, waiting for a response.

"Thank you, I guess," Octavia finally said, picking up the fork and taking a cautious bite. "This is quite divine, even if it is just a salad."

Vinyl did a victory dance in her head but kept a calm composure on the outside, only looking up briefly with a smile. "Glad you like it."

Octavia nodded and her thoughts began flooding with possible reasons as to why Vinyl did this. Why is she being nice? What is she planning on doing? What time is it? What is going on in that hormone-crazed head of hers? Maybe I'm paranoid. Ah, yes! I'm just paranoid by the simple fact that I'm thinking of doing dirty things to my house mate! Octavia's head screamed, but she too kept a straight face and calm composure throughout most of the meal. I wonder how she felt during the kiss. I wonder if she's ever dreamed about us two being intimate, feeling the warmth of each other's body pressed up against each other as we both slid our fingers in and out of each others pu-STOP! Octavia told herself, resisting the urge to shake her head wildly. What in the name of everything musical is wrong with me? she thought, almost allowing her jaw to slack and lose all her manners and begin banging her head on the table, not caring what the DJ thought of her then.

Vinyl looked up from her plate, staring at Octavia with one eyebrow cocked and her head slightly tilted to the side. What the shit has gotten into her lately and what is she even thinking about? she asked herself over and over again, repeating the question in her head. She glanced up at the clock. Six thirty. Hmph, that doesn't give me much time to get my plan underway. Maybe I could drug her...no, no, we have to make this sexy time go right, or she could hate me for all eternity. Oh, how I wonder what that body looks like naked. Vinyl thought, undressing Octavia slowly with her eyes. She shook her head just slightly, letting her thoughts continue on by themselves as she chewed her food thoroughly.

=^w^=

The cellist was almost ready for bed, putting a relaxing instrumental on her iPod and retreating to the restroom, pulling her hair back into a high ponytail with a purple hair band, turning on the sink with warm water and began washing her face. She washed her hands first and then proceeded to wash the stress of the day away, splashing her face before lathering a thin layer of soap on it and also rinsing that off. She sat up straight, a towel covering her face as she turned the water off. Two long arms snaked around her waist and a set of soft, slightly wet lips pressed against her shoulder and started trailing from her shoulder to her neck before she finally pulled the towel from her face, muffling a soft moan before she did so. She saw Vinyl in the mirror, still placing small, tender kisses along her neck and shoulder before her jaw clamped down softly on her neck, causing another soft moan to escape her lips.

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she turned slowly, Vinyl's arms releasing her some. She looked at her with lust and desire residing in those piercing scarlet eyes of hers. With a smirk and just barely any strength, she lifted Octavia up and put her up on the bathroom counter and wrapped Octavia's arms around her neck. "Hello, beautiful," she whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe softly.

Octavia breathed in deeply, tilting her head to the side to allow Vinyl to have more room. She then wrapped her legs around the DJ's waist almost instinctively and pulled her closer, causing her to bite down harder on her ear. She winced slightly and Vinyl began trailing soft, tender kisses from her earlobe down to the base of her neck. Octavia bit down hard on her lip, causing it to tear and start bleeding. "Are you going to say anything?" Vinyl breathed against her neck, causing a shiver to course through her body.

"I-I don't know," Octavia whispered and dropped her head. Vinyl slid two fingers under her chin and lifted it up to where they were making eye contact, staring deep into those beautiful amethyst colored eyes of hers. She shifted slowly, pulling Octavia to the edge of the counter and pushing herself against it, being sure she could hold the thin woman up. She brought her hand up, caressing her cheek. She smiled warmly before leaning in, her lips lingering by the cellist's.

"M-may I?" she asked politely, breathing against her.

Octavia nodded, leaning in to be met halfway by the DJ's lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, as did Vinyl's. The two deepened the kiss, sometimes leaning more into it than the other. Their tongues explored each others mouth, their saliva mixing as Octavia tangled her fingers in the DJ's hair as her tongue grazed against Vinyl's for a moment, the warmth of it only turning her all the more on. Vinyl, surprisingly strong for how puny she may look, picked up Octavia and turned around, walking out of the bathroom and to her own room, only to have her hair pulled softly and causing her to moan into Octavia's mouth and slam her against the wall. In response, the cellist moaned as well, the impact of the wall making her gasp loudly.

They pulled away, staring deep into each other's eyes and Octavia slid her legs from around the DJ's waist to stand on her own two feet, her legs feeling like Jell-O beneath her. She reached for Vinyl's shirt only to have both her wrists grabbed firmly and slammed above her head and against the wall. She let out a short breath in response, trying to keep her moans to a minimum. "V-Vin-" she was cut off as Vinyl's lips met hers once more, immediately sliding her tongue along the inside of her mouth. She turned her head away, breaking the kiss only to have her ear nibbled on once more and her neck kissed repeatedly, followed by short pauses and cold air being blown against her neck. "V-Vinyl," she said breathlessly.

"Mhm?" Vinyl said against her neck as she slid her left hand from around Octavia's wrist and started trailing her fingertips slowly down the exposed side of her arm, sliding them from her wrist and then to her side, slowly dragging them down the cellist's smooth, deep curves as her fingers messed with the hem of her gym shorts, slipping just her index and middle finger inside of them. She did the same with her other hand, allowing both of Octavia's arms to fall to her sides once the DJ had her other index and pointer finger inside the others pants.

"Wh-what are y-you doing?" she asked, her tone unrecognizable.

Vinyl smirked and slid her tongue slowly up Octavia's neck and up her ear, nibbling at the top before returning back to her neck. "What do you think I'm doing?" she rhetorically asked before she began sliding Octavia's gym shorts down slowly, only to expose the black panties underneath them. She looked down and smiled approvingly to herself, sliding her fingers over her clitoris underneath the lace slowly, only to get a soft, almost inaudible moan in response from the cellist. She was already wet just from a few kisses, the dampness on her panties had suggested it. Okay, maybe not a few, but it's the same thing. Vinyl thought as she shrugged, continuing to do this until she was pushed into the opposite wall in the hall and pinned against it by a smirking Octavia.

"I know what you're doing, Ms. Scratch, but perhaps you're trying too hard," she grinned, sliding her hands up the others shirt and onto her back, dragging her nails down with enough force just to tease her and make her roll her body forward and into the cellist's body. She half-smiled, her eyes brightening to a much lighter color as she continued doing this, leaning in to peck Vinyl softly on the lips before going straight for her sensitive ears and nibbling on them, sliding her tongue along and around her lobes, smiling to herself as the DJ idly tilted her head to the side and shut her eyes, her breathing becoming deep and steady as her breasts pressed against Octavia's. She dragged her nails harder down her back, causing her body to roll against hers once more before two firm hands grabbed her hips and pushed her away enough for her to catch a glimpse of two bright scarlet eyes.

The DJ smirked and dragged her to her room and threw her onto the bed, stripping her of her pants almost immediately. Her legs hung over the bed now, dangling as Vinyl bit her lip and smirked deviously. "Octavia," she whispered seductively before looming over her, moving her hair to one side as she stared down at her victim.

Octavia gulped. She knew what was coming. Sex. Lesbian sex and the thoughts in her head wouldn't give up. The excitement building within her, the wetness in between her legs. Oh, how she couldn't wait much longer. Vinyl's hand slid up Octavia's shirt slowly, bringing it up and over her breasts and her fingers started making their way towards her already wet vagina. Vinyl slid her fingers along her lips on the outside of her panties slowly. She squirmed beneath her, moving herself upwards on the bed to stop the teasing Vinyl was doing to her. "Please," she begged, looking up at the DJ with a soft gaze.

That was all it took before Vinyl moved her panties aside and began rubbing her pearl at an agonizingly slow speed. Again, she squirmed, whining and pleading softly as she began moving her hips against Vinyl's fingers. She still kept the pace, not even bothering to pay attention to Octavia's endless pleading and whining. She leaned over and pecked her lips softly, lingering there as Octavia leaned up and slid her hand onto the back of the DJ's neck, pulling her down to her. "Please," she whispered as she pressed her lips hard against Vinyl's hoping to get the teasing to cease.

To her immense surprise, it did, two fingers sliding up her tight womanhood as Vinyl's thumb began rubbing her pearl slowly as she slid her fingers in and out of her wet cunt at a steady pace. In response, she released a soft moan into Vinyl's mouth before she pulled away, covering her face with her hand. Vinyl gradually picked up speed before sitting her up, pulling her shirt over her head with Octavia's aid and unhooked her bra with one hand while still fingering her as she slid her bra off, keeping herself up by resting herself on her forearms and sitting up just enough to see that Vinyl was now sliding down her body, placing gentle kisses on each of her collar bones. She let out a soft moan as the DJ's fingers slid further into her, sliding her tongue along her already hard nipples and biting them just barely before continuing her trail of kisses downwards, ending at the hem of Octavia's panties. She smiled, slowly sliding her now wet fingers out of her and bit down on her underwear, sliding them down her thighs and off of her, Octavia sliding both of her feet out with ease.

Vinyl smirked before sliding up her body, laying fully clothed in between her legs before spreading them further apart and sliding two fingers back inside of her, kissing her aggressively. The cellist returned her kiss, leaning up to deepen it only to get the same amount of force back, each of them attempting to dominate the other as their lips remained locked, Vinyl's fingering increasing each time she lost dominance within the kiss. They broke apart, breathing heavily now as Octavia's moans increased in volume, turning Vinyl on even more than she already was, sliding down the cellist's body effortlessly. She lay on her stomach between her legs, placing her lips gently to her inner thighs, kissing softly and getting ever to close to her clitoris. Octavia looked at her, hoping Vinyl would allow her to release, only for Vinyl to skip over it completely and kissing up her other thigh, repeating this quite a few times while still keeping her steady pace, pausing occasionally.

She withdrew her fingers once Octavia began bucking her hips hard against them, coming closer and closer to her climax. With a puzzled look, she weakly lifted her head, the feeling within her caused her head to slam back down on the bed and arch her back in pure ecstasy. Vinyl's tongue parted her lips, diving deep into Octavia's glistening sex. Forgetting all her formalities and her proper manners, she screamed as her body rippled, her walls tightening around Vinyl's tongue and her legs trapping her head there. "Oh, fuck!" she hollered, biting down hard enough on her lip to draw blood.

Once Octavia's legs had opened again, Vinyl put on a sly grin before she grazed her teeth against her swollen clit, gently biting down on it to get another shiver through the cellists body. She sat up slowly, her forearms wrapped tightly around the woman's thighs as she lifted her up and draped her legs over her shoulders. Octavia, already worn out from her previous orgasm, stared at her questionably, her eyes making contact with those scarlet ones that held less lust than that smirk of hers. Without warning, she slid her tongue along her lips before parting them once more, focusing on her pearl now. She flicked her tongue on her button at incredible speeds not even Octavia could have obtained. Instead, she was muffling out her moans with the back of her hand, biting down and drawing blood as her teeth dug deep into it.

After a few long, scream filled moments, she finally collapsed, dropping her legs from Vinyl's shoulders as her body exploded in another mind-blowing orgasm, squirting her juices all over the others face and neck just before her ass touched the rather damp sheets below her. "T-that w-was absolutely a-amazing," her breath was shaky and low as she stared at Vinyl with a devious smirk. Once she could feel her body's energy return to her, she sat up, grabbing Vinyl's shirt and twisting it in her hand, pulling her into a deep kiss. Their tongues were in a battle within Vinyl's mouth, repeatedly trying to take control as they slid together and against each others, Octavia tasting herself on Vinyl's lips. She tasted of strawberries for some reason, causing her to smirk within the kiss.

Vinyl's wetness began to trickle down her legs from her standing position, her vagina begging to be touched and have her own release. As if Octavia could read her mind, her hand slipped into her briefs, sliding her fingers over her slit before parting her lips and rubbing her clit. Vinyl had leaned further into the kiss, sliding her tongue into Octavia's with enough force to drive Octavia's back into her own mouth. The teasing then began once Octavia stood up and turned Vinyl around, shoving her onto the bed with enough force. Idly, Vinyl turned herself over, staring at the cellist with an innocent look. "Dn't give me that," she muttered with her heavy accent as she slid two fingers deep into the other's throbbing cunt.

Vinyl let out a soft, almost silent moan as she did so, the cellist sliding her fingers out to the second knuckle, moving them upwards in a 'come here' motion, stroking Vinyl's G-spot at an agonizingly slow pace not fit for her liking. She groaned and glared at her, almost begging her with her eyes, pleading as her lower lip quivered to add to the effect. With that, Octavia had repeated what she did to her. Instead, she began placing gentle kisses along her body before ending at her dripping pussy, smirking before she began her work, teasing and pleasing Vinyl to both their limits, Vinyl spewing her juices all over Octavia's face within minutes.

If it's safe to say, this went on for a good four hours, both of them switching between pleasuring one another before the two lay snugly in bed with Vinyl's bare body pressed against Octavia's as the two shared a slow, passionate kiss for a few moments. Vinyl broke away, nuzzling Octavia's neck softly before placing a gentle kiss on it. She began sliding her fingertips down the other's body slowly in the direction of her calming cunt. "Let's go again," Vinyl whispered in her ear seductively, and climbed on top of her, looking deep into her eyes, biting her lower lip as she began finger fucking Octavia once more.