Part 1 of 2: A New Kind of Wub
Octavia eyed the object with suspicion.
Scratch could be home any minute...
Her nether lips begged to differ.
But then again... it *has** been a while since last time...*
Her flower liked this line of thinking.
... No, I don't want her to see me... doing that.
Octavia stashed the toy back in its home, deep in the back of the top shelf in her closet. She closed the sliding door and walked out to the living room, where she sat down and turned on the TV. She was perfectly fine. But it wasn't meant to be, for the urge began crawling back into her bloodstream, the itch tickled her nerves, and a fire ignited between her legs. She gazed at her door, the placement of her favorite object crystal-clear in her mind, the excitement and bliss it brought her time and time again sent her thoughts into a fuzz. No. No! Scratch will be home soon, and I don't want her to see that! Octavia thought defiantly. She crossed her arms for added emphasis to her own thoughts, but it was a vain expression for the heat in her loins refused to die without attention.
The intoxicating call became louder, the urge to spring up and retrieve the object she so desired almost too strong to fight. At this point, the TV was little more than background noise with the haze of self-pleasure clouding Octavia's senses. Finally she could fight her need no longer and quickly rose from her seat and made her way for her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. If I go quickly enough, I'll be able to finish before Scratch gets back. Octavia thought quickly, the small box now in her hands rather than its usual home. She removed the lid and placed the box on her nightstand, the object now in her hand.
It was a small grey vibrator, perhaps five inches in length. It was, as the original packaging read, "travel sized" and easily hid from others. There was a small knob at the bottom that changed the speed at which the machine did its dirty work. Normally, Octavia would move this knob slowly, let the pleasure ease its way throughout her body, but there was simply no time for that. She turned the knob to around half of its total circumference, making the little toy vibrate enough to tickle her palm and give off a quiet hum. She quickly undid the small button on her black dress pants and let them slide to the floor, and just moved her crimson red panties down enough to put the vibrator where it was meant to be. She let out a soft moan as the toy rest on her wet lips, Octavia drawing small circles with it.
"Oooooh, sweet Luna, yes..." Octavia muttered to herself as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Remembering she had no time to waste, she pressed the toy in as far is it could reach, and a gasp that quickly morphed into a moan escaped her. Normally this would be the part where she turns the knob about one fourth of the way, slowly moving it back and forth to let her excitement build slowly, making release all the sweeter. Sadly, she couldn't do that this time, and opted with moving it in and out at a more brisk pace. She bit her lip to suppress the moans that climbed up from her throat, but quickly remembered that she was home alone right now, and so released her lip and let her moans and squeaks fly freely from her mouth. The vibrator was doing an excellent job of tickling her in all the right ways, with Octavia's juices letting the little machine move more easily.
Octavia turned the knob a little more, about two thirds of the way. A long, low moan came from her as the toy sped up, with a now audible buzz sounding from between her legs. She moved her hand back and forth faster, pressure beginning to rise inside her. With her free hand, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and freed her right breast from the confines of her bra, kneading away at the soft, perky flesh while the toy worked its magic, lying down on the bed as she did. Octavia couldn’t suppress the slight scream she gave and, in her current state of mind, couldn't care less. Everything felt so good, so blissful, she didn't give a damn who heard right now! She turned the knob as far as it would turn, the toy giving a surprisingly loud buzz now. She moved her hand back and forth as fast as she could, and groped herself a little harder. She was close, just a few more seconds...
Here it comes, and holy shit is it gonna be a big one. Octavia gave quick, high-pitched moans as climax swiftly approached. I'm... I'm-
"...home?" Vinyl asked from Octavia's doorway.
By Celestia's perky nipples!
Octavia couldn't keep the moan that escaped her inside as she came, her juices squirting out with enough power to make it halfway to Vinyl while the rest flowed over her hand and the vibrator buried snuggly in her snatch. Vinyl's expression was hidden behind the sunglasses she constantly insisted on wearing while Octavia's was one of complete and utter embarrassment. Her cheeks became a rosey red as she lifted her head up, her hand going on autopilot to move the knob back to the off position. A painful silence settled around the two girls, Vinyl's face void of emotion and Octavia's heart still racing, but not from the rush of cumming hard enough to squirt. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Octavia did what anyone would do in this situation:
She fainted.
***
Octavia slowly opened her eyes, her senses still numbed from deep sleep. Bright side: her surroundings were familiar, so she could cross out "kidnaped and raped", but her love flower did feel satisfied, oddly enough. She mulled this over for a bit, fuzzy memories funneling in from the black. When a picture of her toy came into her mind, she remembered just why she felt so good. A smirk spread over her lips at the thought. But the thought had this odd feeling to it, something was off about it, just... felt wrong. Her features scrunched up in confusion over the thought. What was so wrong with getting off that it felt this way...? Something about electric blue hair-
Please tell me it was a dream.
"...home?" Echoed around in her head.
Sweet, merciful Sisters, it wasn't a dream. At least tell me-
"Look who woke up from her nappy-wappy." Octavia could hear the smirk.
She remembered. Celestia, please be kind.
"I always thought you had a vibe, but I could never find it."
...
"Well? Are you gonna put on some clothes or do I have to do something about it?"
Wait, what?!
Octavia shot upright and glanced down at herself to find her pants were still off, her panties down her thighs, and her boob still on full exposure. Throughout all of this, at least her bowtie was still perfect. Octavia glanced up to see Vinyl sitting on a stool across from her bed, wearing her sunglasses, a white tank top, and black panties. She was also wielding her bow for her cello. She also had a massive grin, one even bigger than normal. Glancing down once more, Octavia quickly yanked her panties on high enough to be somewhat decent, covered her exposed tit with her shirt, and then faced Vinyl. "GET THE HELL OUT!!!"
Vinyl simply continued grinnig, but stood and left her room, stool and bow in tow.
Octavia stared at the door after Vinyl left. Her boob was still hanging loose behind her shirt and she was, despite her best efforts, beginning to feel the tingle of arousal. She sighed and unbuttoned her shirt to replace her dislodged jug. Once it was tucked snuggly back in her bra, she buttoned her shirt and located her dress pants. How in Tartarus am I going to explain this to Vinyl? Octavia thought as she picked the offending pants up off the floor and brushed the lint that collected on them. She lowered her pants and bent over to pull them up when Vinyl sounded behind her.
"Oh, you're not gonna need those."
Octavia froze, leg calf-deep in the first leg of the pants, a shocked expression on her face.
"Love the view, but you should report to my room, my little cellist."
Octavia didn't move a muscle.
*Click*
"Unless you want that sexy image on Facebook in the next five minutes, get your ass to my room."
Octavia heard her door close. She remained frozen.
She wouldn't.
She would in a heartbeat.
Octavia pulled her dress pants up quickly and exited her room and walked down the hall to Vinyl's room.
Upon opening the door, Octavia saw a few things. The one that stuck out most was the subwoofer in the center of the room, of all places. The next was Vinyl, sitting on her bed with her laptop in her lap, camera plugged into its side. Vinyl looked up and frowned at the cellist. "I said you won't be needing those." She pouted slightly.
Octavia's eyes widened, if only slightly. "I thought you said you wouldn't post that..." She fidgeted with her hands.
Vinyl looked blankly at her for a moment before she caught her meaning. "Oh! Yeah, this was just a bluff." She said, closing the laptop. "Now, if you would be so kind as to remove your pants and sit atop my subwoofer here." Vinyl said as though it was a perfectly normal request.
Now it was Octavia's turn for a blank stare. "You can't be serious..."
Vinyl gave a mock face of shock. "Oh, well, I could always upload the picture of your smokin' hot ass..." Vinyl made a move for her laptop.
Octavia made her way to Vinyl fast enough that if you had blinked, you would have missed it. "No!" Octavia said rather loud, slamming the laptop screen back down.
"Then lose the pants and take a seat." Vinyl said, a smirk breaking through her attempt at a serious face.
Octavia sighed and trudged over to the speaker, staring down at it for a bit. It was roughly two feet tall, black carpet-like material around the outside, save for where the speakers were themselves. Octavia turned pleading eyes to Vinyl, the message begging for her to change her mind. Vinyl's face remained unchanged as she slowly began reaching for the laptop once more. Sighing in defeat, Octavia slowly unbuttoned her dress pants, slid the zipper down even slower, and once the protective garment was loose, Octavia closed her eyes and released the fabric, her pants falling around her ankles. She heard Vinyl let out a low whistle.
"Damn Tavi, they look even better the second time around." Vinyl said, her eyes running up and down Octavia's legs.
Octavia felt her cheeks grow warm in embarrassment as she lifted her feet out of the heap of clothing known as her pants and tentatively sat down on the subwoofer.
"See, that wasn't so hard, no was it Tavi?" Vinyl asked, a grin plastered to her face.
"How long do I have to do this, Scratch?" Octavia muttered.
"'Bout ten minutes. Or less; it all depends on you, really." Vinyl said.
"What does that even me-"
Then the music began to play.
It startled Octavia for two reasons: first, it was loud. Even this quiet buildup to the rest of the song shook the subwoofer, and she was sure the window may be rattling as well. Second, each time the bass sounded, or 'wub' as Vinyl described, it pleasured her like she had never known. each thump and shudder the speaker gave sent pleasure rocketing through her. Despite the fact that Vinyl was still watching, Octavia couldn't help but grin at the high she was receiving with each note. A blush spread on her cheeks because Vinyl's eyes still wandered over her, and the quiet voice in the back of her mind told her as much.
But that voice may as well have been talking to a brick wall for all the good it was doing. Octavia let out an involuntary moan at the feelings pulsing through her. Every little shake the speaker gave tickled her lips, made her shudder in the greatest possible way. Her favorite toy didn't even hold a candle to this wonderful piece of technology that pleasured her pussy. If only it could go deeper as well... No matter.
Vinyl was also enjoying the speaker, if for a different reason. Now, Vinyl wasn't a lesbian by any means. It would be most accurate to say that her door swung both ways, though usually said door only opened in when she was shitfaced. But now, the sight and sound of a grinning, moaning, pantsless Octavia was getting her hot and bothered. For the briefest of moments, Vinyl questioned why this show was getting her so excited, enough to dampen the black panties she was wearing. Was it the inborn biological need, the drive for sexual reproduction that was triggered by these sounds? Did she really have feelings for Octavia?
"Oh, Luna's sweet ass, YES!" Octavia screamed over the music.
Nope, it was that, that did it. Vinyl vowed to herself that before this was over, she would taste the sweet love taco between Octavia's thighs and a whole bunch of other mumbo-jumbo that meant "Have sex with Octavia".
Speaking of, she was close to release now, the pressure building up within, the pleasure exponentially growing with every wub. Her moans grew higher and shorter, and her panties were so thoroughly soaked that her quivering flower could easily be seen, every delicate curve standing out against the crimson red. Octavia had only enough brainpower to hold on to the subwoofer-turned-vibrator while the rest was autopilot. Her eyes saw without seeing from the wonderful, wonderful pleasure coursing through her nerves. Octavia closed her eyes tight and let out a long, low moan as her legs closed shut on instinct:
She was cumming. And cumming hard.
Her moan elevated into a scream as her juices shot out. They came with enough force to leak through the panties and spatter out the sides, drenching the insides of her thighs. A small puddle began to form in front of her snatch on the speaker, though not nearly enough to damage it. Had she been in a different position and naked, she would have squirt with enough power to paint a picture on the wall in front of her. As the last few waves of indescribable pleasure rolled of her nerves, Octavia was sure that she was going to simply pass out from the strength of her climax.
So she did.
Part 2 of 2: Wub Her Right
You know how it's like when you are just about to wake up, but you really, really don't want to? The kind of feeling you get that no matter what you are sleeping on, or what position you're in, it feels like you're sleeping on the most heavenly bed sheets to ever grace your body? That is how Octavia felt right now. Her legs were a little cold, especially her thighs, but that wasn't going to stop her from the blissful sleep she was in. Especially not with the memories of the dream she had. She had quite possibly the most powerful wet dream in her life, which could explain her cold legs. A smile spread over her cheeks in her sleep.
It was so great, so real. She could still feel the afterglow of the climax. Every little tingle that still swam in her brain felt like it had happened only moments ago. Happiness coursed through her bloodstream like heroin, a similar high only just now starting to fade away. And with her slowly returning to earth with her fuzzy, half asleep mind, the glorious afterglow began to grow a taint to it. She had the strange feeling of déjà vu when electric blues began to leak into the memories and this loud thumping noise that Vinyl called mu-
By Luna's wet lips!
And like a repressed memory, it all came flooding back into her mind's eye, the entire ordeal. Vinyl's attempt at blackmail, the subwoofer, the most powerful orgasm of her life, and then passing out. While Vinyl watched. If one could die from sheer embarrassment, now would be the time. Knowing Octavia's luck recently, the Fates wouldn't be so kind as to grant her a swift death.
Slowly, she opened an eye, dreading the mile-wide grin she was sure she would wake up to. What she did wake up to was far more confusing and slightly more alarming.
Rather than huddled in a clump on Vinyl's bed room floor, she was in her bed. Her own bed, of which she knew she didn't climb into. She opened another eye and shot up to a sitting position, looking around the room almost frantically. There was simply no way to explain this short of Vinyl carrying Octavia to her bed and tucking her in. Knowing the blue-haired DJ would sooner post a picture of her ass on Facebook rather than tuck her in, Octavia was absolutely dumbfounded. She threw off the covers to find that she was actually clad in a pair of her pajama pants rather than her bare legs.
...Was it all a dream? Octavia thought, however unsure.
She didn't want to think that it was a dream, but as it currently stands, there was no other explanation. She slouched slightly, the surreal situation settling uneasy in her mind. It just didn't feel right, most of her wanted to believe that it really did happen, but a smaller, growing part said that it wasn't possible. Octavia thought on it, and once she thought through it all, she did it again. Things just weren't adding up, Vinyl wasn't the kind of roommate to tuck in a passed-out roommate that she watched orgasm on a speaker. Maybe it was just a... very strange dream. A really hot strange dream.
And if it was a dream... what did that mean about how Octavia felt about Vinyl?
Octavia knew she wasn't attracted to boys, but she never knew that she would ever feel something like that for a girl. Come to think of it, she never really thought about it in the first place. She had been content with practice and music and she never thought about sex. But even if this wasn't a dream, Octavia wouldn't mind it. The thought of Vinyl, another girl, watching something so... so... raunchy was getting Octavia excited. She could only imagine how Vinyl would have thought about it. Sitting there, watching the speaker vibrate and jump slightly with her straddling it, moaning in ecstasy from everything shooting through her, her scent filling the air-
"Morning!" Came Vinyl from Octavia's doorway.
Octavia turned to Vinyl, her eyes no longer glazed over in the mindset of lust, and was confused as to why Vinyl was staring at her like that, her sunglasses off for once. Octavia followed her gave to where her hand rest under her pajama pants right where her flower was. Hand, after I kill Vinyl, you're next. Octavia thought, quickly returning her hand from where it went without her consent. "Um... morning?" Octavia said sheepishly.
Vinyl kept staring for a moment before she shook her head. "I'll just, uh, let you finish." And quickly left, closing the door.
No, come back! I want you to watch me while I- sweet Celestia, I have a problem. Octavia thought.
Octavia stared dumbly at the door, her cheeks slowly draining of the red she had on them. She sighed before falling back onto her bed, suddenly feeling very tired. The heart was a complex, mysterious part of the human body, and right now Octavia was angry at hers. Or should she be angry at her brain for making her hand do that? Either way, Octavia was upset with these new feelings of hers, and they need solving fast.
But coffee first. Drink coffee, then dwell on feelings for roommate.
***
Luckily for Octavia, Vinyl had shopping to do for clothes (one would be surprised at how fast she went through them) and left Octavia to their apartment for most of the day. After a simple breakfast of cereal and coffee, Octavia said goodbye to Vinyl and immediately became upset with herself when she forgot to ask about yesterday. But if there was one thing that could calm her nerves and freshen her body, it was a nice, long bubble bath. Seeing as to how she hadn't so much as showered yet, Octavia decided to head upstairs and take said bubble bath.
While climbing the steps, towel in hand, Octavia once again thought about what the dream-possible-actual-event meant about her. Was she apparently a lesbian? Yep. She tried replacing Vinyl's position in her mind with a famous man, let's say Soarin', but it just wasn't the same. In fact, she was really turned off by the thought of a man watching her do that, let alone what a man would do to her. Now, if had been Spitfire watching... that was making some headway in her mind and nether lips. Opening the bathroom door and shutting it behind her, Octavia imagined what it would be like to have the athletic adrenaline junkie watching her while she sat upon the subwoofer.
Oooh yeah, now it was getting good. Octavia took a small break from her fantasy to plug the drain and turn the warm water on to fill the tub, Octavia sitting on the toilet lid-down while she waited. Back to her thoughts, the same song, being the only one Octavia knew when it came to dubstep, was blasting at its deafening noise level, the speaker shuddering violently under her naked body, the tiny movements tickling her flower in the most incredible ways. A hand had, at this point, snaked under her PJs once more and was tracing lazy circles around her folds. While Octavia was experiencing pleasure like never before, she would moan loudly, so inappropriate and dirty that she would absolutely love it. She would turn to see how Vinyl was enjoying her-
Vinyl?!
And like a light bulb bursting, the fantasy was gone and her hand out of her pants. She glanced over at the tub and shut the water off, the water at an appropriate level for washing. She grabbed the bubble soap from the cabinet under the sink, the shock of her mind wandering to Vinyl still fresh. She didn't mean to, she just... did. She once again felt the confusion that she felt earlier, and was left with about as many answers as well. Done mixing the bubbles to her satisfaction, she replaced the soap and undressed, her reflection catching her eye.
Before stepping in, she faced herself, looking over her body. She was nothing fantastic, nothing special. She would go as far as to say she was normal, very plain looking. She had the curves to make her clearly a woman, but they weren't sensual, they seemed almost forced and somewhat flat. Her breasts were about the same, a mid-range C cup that was enough to be mentionable, but nothing dazzling. She also had an 'innie' bellybutton. She always wondered what it would be like to have an 'outie', but that's for another time. Overall, while she didn't hate her body, she didn't love it either.
Sighing, she moved back to the tub and gingerly lowered herself, sighing in pleasure as the warm, bubbly water slowly enveloped her body. Laying on the slight incline on the side of the tub opposite the faucet, she let herself sink enough that only her head was visible, the rest of her body covered by the white foam of the bubbles. Another sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, and her hand found her other pair of lips at the same time. While on the subject of female looks, Octavia thought that this time would best be spent wondering how Vinyl's naked body would look, sprawled out on Octavia's bed, her crimson eyes beckoning her over, lazy fingers moving back and forth oh so slowly over her slit. Goddesses, this was getting hot.
Vinyl would take the fingers that had been so slowly rubbing herself up to her face and give them a lick before curling them towards herself twice; Come here. Octavia would slowly, strutting the way she always wished she could as though she did it every day. Vinyl would never break eye contact as she slowly walked up, then than Octavia would throw one leg over her and press her lips with force to Vinyl's. Octavia would snake her tongue with Vinyl's with a passion that surprised even her, her hands deftly massage Vinyl's glorious mounds while she did. At this point, Octavia was slowly moving her index in and out of her flower, wet with both the water and her arousal.
After what would feel like forever, she would pull back, a lone strand of saliva still connecting them. Vinyl would slowly remove Octavia's shirt, tossing it away and the two girls would reconnect in their passionate swapping of spit. Vinyl would unhook and remove her bra, leaving Octavia's beautiful orbs open for Vinyl's hungry hands to explore. Octavia's free hand went to her breast to massage at it to not only add to the fantasy, but to increase her guilty pleasure. She let a soft moan echo around the tiles of the bathroom as she worked herself. Vinyl would pull away and flip Octavia onto her back and slowly crawl downward, planting small kisses and nibbles as she went. She would undo the pesky zipper and button that kept her from its hidden prize.
Upon discarding of the pants, Vinyl would grab the hem of her black lace panties by her teeth and slowly drag them down her thin, quivering legs. Her half-lidded crimson eyes would almost tease Octavia as they slowly moved down her legs. Octavia's breathing would quicken as she waited for what was to come. Even slower than when she went down, she would crawl back up with the sexiest smirk Octavia had ever seen. She would pause at the flower that had gone unloved for all Octaiva's life, Octavia taking short, excited breaths. Inch by inch, Vinyl would get closer and closer, her hot breaths tickling the sensitive folds and setting butterflies free to roam Octavia's stomach.
On a side note, Octavia was never one to believe strongly in the Goddesses impacting each and every life of their subjects, but as the bathroom door opened while she released a particularly loud moan and see Vinyl walk in, apparently home early, Octavia knew that, without a doubt, the Goddesses must consider her life to be their personal plaything.
Once the moan finished its infernal echo, there was a silence that the dead grew jealous of in the bathroom. Lavender eyes met crimson ones in what could be the single- well, second -most awkward moment of her entire life. The one thing she was happy about at the time being were the white bubbles blocking any and all views of what lay beneath them. Octavia, being highly skilled in the art of conversation, decided to break the interminable silence:
"You're home early."
Vinyl didn't quite know how to respond to that, and did what she would in any situation she didn't know how to respond to:
Laugh. A lot.
Octavia's blush only grew, but more in confusion now, but being naked was still part of it. "What's so funny?" Octavia asked, and when the DJ only paused long enough to look at her and begin laughing again, Octavia began to feel slightly irritated. After a solid two minutes of non-stop laughing from Vinyl, she calmed down enough to collapse onto the toilet seat and wipe tears from her eyes with chuckles still escaping her lips. "What's so funny?" Octavia asked once again with a slightly stern edge to her words.
Vinyl cleared a final tear from her eye before looking at Octavia, opening her mouth to explain why, and promptly bursting into laughter again.
Octavia, fed up with Vinyl's laughing, cute as it was, shot up to a standing position, leveled a finger at the DJ and said, "No! No more laughing!" When Vinyl's laughs ceased, Octavia was happy, but when she noticed that Vinyl was now staring, Octavia followed her gaze. Octavia forgot that she was bathing. And that Vinyl's head was now lower than hers. Sweet Celestia, I forgot I stood up! In her rash moment, she gave Vinyl a front-seat view to her wet, naked, sud-covered body in all of its glory. She quickly sat back down and covered her chest with her arms as her face emulated the color of a tomato, while Vinyl merely gave a blank stare before shaking her head and looking at Octavia.
"Damn, Tavi, you're hot."
Needless to say, that was not the response that Octavia was expecting.
"You... You really think so?" Came tentatively out of Octavia's mouth.
That was another reaction she wasn't expecting.
"Well... yeah. I mean damn. Your legs looked good, but the whole thing is, like, ten times better!" Vinyl said happily.
Octavia could only blush and mutter, "Th-thanks."
"Can I see you again?"
"What?"
"Come on! You know you want to...!" Vinyl said with a smug grin and sing-song voice.
"N-no!" Octavia was slightly confused as to why she suddenly was against the idea, but she guessed that's why they call it a 'fantasy'.
"Alright. We'll play it your way." The smug grin was still there as she stood up.
"Vinyl? What are you doing?" Octavia asked as the blue-haired DJ reached for the shower head.
The adjustable shower head.
With a hose.
Octavia put two and two together. "Scratch. Don't. You. Dare."
Vinyl gave Octavia the single biggest grin she had ever seen, "Don't I dare do what?"
And she turned on the cold water.
Octavia had only enough time to draw in a surprised gasp before she was hit full force with a jet of water that felt like ice right to her face. She raised her arms to block to cold stream of death and coughed out any water that entered her mouth and struggled to keep as much of the water from hitting her face as she could. "Vinyl! Stop it!" Octavia yelled at her, only to be met with the sound of the DJ cackling.
"You know how to stop me~!" Vinyl sang.
"Goddesses damnit Vinyl! Knock it off!" Octavia demanded, refusing to give in to her stupid game.
Octavia was honestly surprised when the water stopped. She slowly lowered her arms to see Vinyl pouting at her. She let out a small sigh and let her freezing arms sink back under the warm, heavenly water when Vinyl grinned, "Damn, I missed a spot."
She had only enough time to widen her eyes in surprise and alarm when more cold water hit her defenseless face.
"Agh! Fine!" Octavia screamed and stood up for a second time.
Upon Octavia's form rising above the bubbles that so zealously guarded it, Vinyl went wide-eyed, slack jawed and stopped spraying the water out of the shower head. She dropped it, actually. While Octavia blushed heavily, Vinyl watched and memorized every line, curve, skin tone, every beautiful feature she could find, and there were a lot. She noticed a small set of suds slide slowly down the middle of her mounds, an image that will forever be burned into her mind. She regained a small amount of motor function and closed her mouth only to work it again, "It gets better every time."
Out of habit, Octavia covered her chest with one arm and her flower with another, "There. Happy?"
"Not yet." Vinyl plainly said.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Octavia yelled.
"No."
Octavia opened her mouth to yell at Vinyl some more, only for a foreign pair of lips to close on them. It took Octavia a moment to fully realize that Vinyl was kissing her. It felt... nice. Her lips were soft, warm, welcoming. Octavia always wondered what her first kiss would be like. She never would have guessed this particular situation. Vinyl's hand found its way to Octavia's cheek and rest there, the soft skin caressing her and pulling her closer and deeper into the kiss. Octavia slowly let her own eyes close and inexpertly moved her lips against Vinyl's, reveling in the electric feelings coursing through her. She almost felt sad when Vinyl pulled away and grasped the back of her head and pulled her back, not done kissing her yet.
Vinyl isn't one to argue in matters like these, and happily kissed her back. Octavia did what she assumed was what people are supposed to do when they kiss, that being move her lips forward and back against Vinyl's. She also moaned into the kiss, spurring Vinyl to establish herself as the dominate female. Not much caring about getting her clothes wet, Vinyl snaked her arm around Octavia's waist, pulling the pale-skinned girl against her body. Octavia put her arm around Vinyl and pulled her close as well. When another foreign body part brushed her lips, she parted them to let Vinyl's tongue enter and explore as it pleased, Octavia leaving her tongue where it lay for a lack of not knowing what to do with it.
When Vinyl pulled back, it was only enough to move her lips, "This is your first time kissing someone, huh?" Her voice was a whisper.
Octavia only nodded her head, "Y-yeah. I-it is." She knew they couldn't have been kissing for more than two minutes, but the experience still left her slightly winded.
"Let me show you how it's done then." Octavia could hear the smirk.
"Alright." Her heart began to flutter in her chest again.
This time when flushed lips met tentative ones, they were soft, slow, careful. Octavia pushed slightly and copied what Vinyl did; tilt her head slightly, push when she pulls, pull when she pushes, rinse and repeat. Their kissing escalated rather quickly, their movements more frantic and passion-filled. When Octavia thought it was about to turn into her second-ever make-out session, Vinyl fully detached herself from Octavia. More than a little disappointed, Octavia looked at her with her cutest, "What the fuck?" face, consisting of a pout and puppy-dog eyes. "What? I thought I'd join you." Vinyl said as her pants fell to the tiled floor.
"Uh, yeah! Yeah, okay." Octavia said, lowering herself as she watched, with great interest, as Vinyl undressed.
Next to go was a white tank top that she was wearing, most likely from yesterday, followed swiftly with her bra. From casual looks, Octavia knew Vinyl was more gifted in the area of breast size than most other girls. But with nothing obscuring her view from them, they looked almost twice as big. Easily into the mid-D range, they were nothing short of incredible. They obviously were to big to stand themselves up without support, but they held their own rather well, giving tantalizing little jiggles with every motion. When she turned around and bent over to take her panties off, Octavia let her jaw drop at the sight. If she had one word to describe it, she would take a page from Vinyl's book and choose, "Damn."
She watched with her heart beating a million miles per hour as Vinyl smirked at her and walked to the tub, gingerly set one foot in followed by another and then as Vinyl slowly lowered herself until she was inches away from her face (It looked kinda like this). Vinyl still had her amazingly sexy smirk on her face as Octavia felt hands grasp her waist and slowly slide up her body, electrifying every nerve they brushed. When they found Octavia's breasts, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as Vinyl's hands massaged them softly, teasing the nipples and caressing their curves. "Damn, Tavi, you've got some nice boobs." Vinyl said.
Octavia responded with grabbing the back of Vinyl's head and pulling her into another kiss, an activity she enjoyed thoroughly. Vinyl decided to go with it and kissed her back, her hands continuing to massage at her orbs. Vinyl was surprised when Octavia pushed her tongue to Vinyl's lips, but she parted them nonetheless. Their tongues twirled together again, each one hungrily exploring the other as they pushed back and forth from one mouth the the other. Octavia reached her hands around Vinyl's waist and grabbed a firm handful of Vinyl's ass, much to the DJ's delighted surprise. She moaned happily into Octavia's mouth and redoubled her massaging, making Octavia break the kiss to let out a beautiful moan.
An idea struck Vinyl and she pulled out of the kiss to stand up, much to Octavia's confusion. "D-did I do something wrong?" Octavia asked, her eyes slowly widening and panic edging into her voice.
"No. That was actually the hottest make-out sessions I've had in a while." Vinyl said as she unplugged the bathtub's drain.
Octavia felt the soothing wash of relief flow through her, but was still confused as to why the kissing and grouping had to end. "Then, what are you doing?"
Vinyl changed the waters flow from the lower head to the shower head, "I can't eat you out underwater, can I?" Vinyl said as she turned around with the same crazy sexy smirk.
Octavia could feel the blush on her cheeks, "I-I guess you're right..."
"Mmm-hmm. Damn right I am. Now, up." Vinyl said, offering her hand.
Octavia took her offered hand and shivered slightly as the cold- well, colder than her -air met her bare skin. That changed when warm water rained softly from the shower head upon the two girls. Once she was standing up, she was caught off-guard when Vinyl pressed her back against the wall, placed one hand against the wall on either side of her head effectively trapping her, and moving in for a soft, passionate kiss. Octavia wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to do, so she kissed back. It was nice, a memory that will follow her to her grave; the warm water cascading down them, Vinyls soft lips dancing with her own, the closeness of their bodies, it was just so... perfect. She wrapped her arms around Vinyl's shoulders and pulled her closer, never wanting this moment to end.
Vinyl pulled back from the kiss and moved her head down to kiss at Octavia's neck and nip softly at the pale flesh. Octavia tilted her head and moaned softly as Vinyl teased and kissed her neck, her flower quickly becoming damp, though not from the shared shower. Vinyl took her hands from the wall and run them down her body, her fingers searching everywhere they could reach until they found Octavia's rear and rest there. When they started to massage it, Octavia gasped and moaned, her hands pulling Vinyl closer to her. Vinyl wiggled out of it only enough to slide slowly down Octavia's body until she was eye-level with her pussy. Octavia looked down, holding her breath for some reason, she guessed anticipation. While those big crimson eyes stared up at her, Vinyl moved her tongue slowly up her folds.
Octavia thought that a vibrator was good, and the subwoofer was great, but that one lick was like an afterlife mixed with ecstasy. She closed her eyes from the pleasure and let out a shuddering breath as Vinyl slowly licked up again. Everywhere she touched, from Octavia's ass to her currently being serviced flower felt like the nerves were being electrified. Octavia couldn't help but let out a small, "Ahh~!" as Vinyl's tongue went up a third time with enough force to spread the lips slightly. Octavia's hands found Vinyl's matted-down hair and pressed her slightly towards her, "Please, Vinyl... more." Her voice was just above a whisper.
Vinyl didn't respond, only placed her mouth fully to Octavia's pussy and spreading the lips with her tongue, moving it in slow circles. "Ahhhh~!" Octavia let out much louder, pressing Vinyl closer to her. Vinyl translated this to, "Fuck yes, more of that please." and redoubled her efforts. Octavia felt like a fire had been lit in her nethers and coiled a spring too tight. She knew what this feeling meant, but didn't want this feeling to end yet, she tried her best to hold the pleasure back, wanting more and more with ever movement of Vinyl's tongue.
But then Vinyl pulled back and started sucking on her clit and all of that went right out the window.
Octavia grabbed a fistful of Vinyl's hair in each hand, pressed Vinyl closer to her snatch, and let out the loudest moan she could as pure adrenaline and pleasure coursed throughout her body. Not that she ever read them, but in... more adult stories, the peak of their 'performance' was always described as feeling like it never ended. Up until now, she never believed them. Because now, it did feel like forever. After the feelings significantly died down, her legs gave out and she sank down until she was sitting on the tub's floor, Vinyl sitting just in front of her.
"I forgot you were a squirter, Tavi." Vinyl said slowly.
"Huh...?" Octavia asked slowly, opening her eyes and glancing at Vinyl.
While some of the water had washed it away, Octavia could tell that a fair amount of her juices had flown onto Vinyl's face, a thought and sight that sent her back into the mood. Good thing, too, because Vinyl wasn't done.
She was far from done.
