The Trouble with Trebles

Octavia’s bedroom wasn’t all that dissimilar to that of most teenage girls. It might’ve been a little tidier, and the overall color palette tended toward the darker end of the spectrum, but no one who knew Octavia well would find that surprising. A shelf on one wall was packed to the brim with books, and a cello stood in its stand by the window. It was a place of rest, of study, of artistic pursuits—an oasis for a young, budding musician.

Of course, the two girls barely noticed any of that as they stumbled inside, bodies in nearly constant contact, and whatever peace the room usually provided was effectively destroyed by the sound of giggles and gasps and panting breaths as they made their way to the bed.

Octavia took a seat on her mattress, and then promptly rolled onto her back as Vinyl kicked off her sneakers and crawled on top of her, straddling her hips. With an almost predatory grin, Vinyl leaned down and kissed her, and Octavia returned it with gusto, wrapping her arms around Vinyl’s neck. Vinyl placed her right hand against Octavia’s cheek, and held it there for a moment before moving it up and running her fingers through the cellist’s dark, silky hair, down and down until it found her shoulder.

When the hand continued its journey south and brushed against her breast, Octavia gave a start, prompting Vinyl to break their kiss.

“You okay?” she asked, removing her hand from Octavia’s chest.

Octavia looked down at the hand, surprised to find herself missing its touch. “Y-yes,” she said, moving her eyes up to Vinyl’s own. “You just surprised me.”

“We’re not going too fast for you, are we?”

“I… I don’t know,” Octavia said, searching her feelings.

“Do you… want to stop?” Vinyl asked, disappointment evident in her tone.

Octavia met her eyes. “Not especially, no.”

With a gentle smile, Vinyl returned her hand to Octavia’s breast, more gently now, slowly rubbing it and squeezing it through the fabric of her clothing. Octavia hummed in approval, running her hands up and down Vinyl’s back, and the hums turned into moans when Vinyl leaned down and began kissing and nibbling on her neck. She placed a hand on the back of Vinyl’s head, holding it in place and relishing the feel of the other girl’s lips and tongue against her skin.

Meanwhile, Vinyl’s right hand bade a fond farewell to Octavia’s boob and resumed its southward journey, moving down the other girl’s belly and arriving at her skirt. As her fingertips made contact with Octavia’s leg, she slipped her hand underneath the skirt and trailed her palm up the cellist’s smooth thigh.

“Vinyl, wait,” Octavia said, squirming.

The DJ did as she was told, removing her lips from Octavia’s neck and giving her a questioning look. “Is everything alright?” she asked.

“Yes, I… I just have a confession to make.” She blushed, averting her eyes.

“Yeah?”

Octavia nodded, hesitated, and said, “I’ve never done this before.”

Vinyl blinked. “With a girl?”

“With anyone,” she whispered.

“Oh.” Vinyl swallowed. “Oh…”

Octavia nodded. “Though, to be honest, the fact you’re a girl does complicates things a little. You see, I’ve… never felt this way about a girl before.” She snorted. “Admittedly, I’ve never felt this way for a boy, either. I always thought I was too focused on my music or my studies to care much about romance. But… I suppose I always just assumed I was straight.”

“But you do feel ‘this way’ about me, huh?” Vinyl asked with a tiny smile.

Octavia bit her lip, and nodded.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, Vinyl leaned down and planted a kiss on Octavia’s lips.

Octavia hummed in approval of the tender kiss, but as it ended, her nervousness returned. “But… I don’t know how this is supposed to go,” she continued. “I only have a vague idea of what two girls even do together. I suppose I… I’m just afraid I won’t be very good.” She met Vinyl’s eyes. “I assume you have been with a girl before?”

Vinyl nodded. “A couple of times.” She opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it again to speak: “Do you really want to keep going? Just say the word and we can stop.”

For all Octavia’s confusion and nervousness, and in spite of how alien it all felt, the idea of stopping was nearly painful to her. She couldn’t deny it if she wanted to. She wanted it. She wanted Vinyl. It frightened her how much she wanted her.

“No, I want to keep going,” she said with absolute confidence.

Vinyl grinned. “Well, okay then. Just sit back and relax, Tavi. You’re in good hands. Very…” Her hand once again began moving up Octavia’s thigh. “Very…” It arrived at her hip, coming in contact with Octavia’s panties. “…Good hands.”

And with that, her hand slipped between Octavia’s thighs and cupped her mound outside of her panties. Octavia gasped, and then moaned as Vinyl began stroking her through the rapidly dampening fabric, her eyes drifting closed as pleasure, delivered for the first time by another human being, bombarded her brain.

Vinyl watched Octavia’s face for a moment, basking in the euphoria she was giving the girl, and then ducked her head down, biting onto Octavia’s bow tie and pulling it undone with her teeth. She then used her free hand to unbutton Octavia’s vest and the white shirt beneath it, pulling both of them open and exposing Octavia’s belly and bra-covered chest.

With an expert flick of her thumb, Vinyl brushed Octavia’s clit, causing her back to arch. As if she had planned it, Vinyl reached into the space under Octavia’s raised back and unhooked her bra. This allowed her to lift the article away and reveal the cellist’s breasts for the first time.

Locking eyes with Octavia, Vinyl leaned down and flicked her tongue against her right nipple, then closed her mouth over it and gave it a gentle suck.

“Oh god…” Octavia moaned, grabbing a handful of Vinyl’s blue hair as she whimpered.

“You think that’s good?” Vinyl said with a smug grin. “Check this out.”

With no further ado, she slid her hand inside Octavia’s panties and pushed her middle finger into Octavia’s moist depths. The cellist’s body jolted with pleasure, her insides clenching around the intruding digit. Octavia began to let out great, vocalized gasps as Vinyl began thrusting her finger in and out of her. Those gasps became more like cries as Vinyl added a second finger, then brushed her thumb against Octavia’s clit with each thrust.

It was unlike anything Octavia had ever felt before. She’d touched herself, of course, but it had never been like this. Her eyes drifted closed as pleasure swept through her system like fire. Her feet, hanging off the edge of her mattress, lifted and twitched, her toes curling inside of her socks.

As she fingered her, Vinyl leaned down and continued to suckle at Octavia’s tits, moving from one to the next, leaving saliva glistening on the sensitive nipples. With one hand still clutching at Vinyl’s hair, Octavia’s other hand grabbed and clawed at her sheets, then moved to cover her mouth as she all but sang her pleasure into her darkened bedroom.

Vinyl began thrusting her fingers deeper, faster, more forcefully. Even through the fog in her brain, Octavia would hear the sound of it—a rhythmic wet squelch as the other girl’s fingers parted her folds and withdrew.

Octavia felt a familiar itch deep within her core, and knew that she was already getting close. As if she could sense it as well, Vinyl pulled away from the cellist’s nipple and watched her face as she continued to finger her, smiling. Octavia met her gaze, and they simply stared at each other as one gave pleasure and the other received. Looking into Vinyl’s magenta eyes, Octavia felt the warm tension within her growing even stronger, until it felt as though she might burst.

That’s when Vinyl thrust her fingers deep, holding them there, and curled them upward toward Octavia’s abdomen, finding and triggering a rough patch against Octavia’s inner walls.

With a squeal, Octavia came like a freight train, the tension within her melting and flooding to the ends of her extremities. Clenching her eyes closed, she threw her arms around Vinyl’s neck and pulled their bodies together, holding onto the other girl for dear life as her body spasmed. Her thoughts were wiped clean, until only one thing remained: Bliss.

After what felt like minutes—though she didn’t trust herself to gauge accurately—Octavia’s body went slack, and she covered her face with one hand as she panted and moaned in her afterglow.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” Vinyl said, a faint smugness in her tone.

“That… was unbelievable…” Octavia said, still trying to catch her breath, then flinched as Vinyl finally withdrew her fingers from her pussy and out of her panties altogether.

She watched as Vinyl raised her hand, almost embarrassed to find that it was coated in her juices.

“Holy cow, Tavi,” Vinyl said, looking at her hand in awe. “You soaked me.”

“Sorry…” she said, blushing.

“Sorry? You crazy? This means I done good.”

With no further ado, Vinyl stuck both fingers into her mouth. As Octavia watched, captivated, Vinyl slowly pulled the fingers out of her mouth, sucking them clean, until Octavia’s essence had been replaced by her own saliva. To finish the impromptu cleaning, Vinyl used her tongue to lap up what remained of the pussy juice.

“Mmm!” Vinyl said, licking her lips. “Tasty.”

Octavia wasn’t sure whether she was disgusted or aroused by the display. “I am?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” And with that, Vinyl kissed her.

Octavia’s eyes widened as the DJ’s tongue delivered her a sample of her own juices.

She squirmed in protest, gently pushing Vinyl away to break the kiss. “Vinyl! For the love of all that is good and…” She trailed off, smacking her lips. “Actually, that’s not as bad as I expected.”

“Right?” Vinyl said with a smirk, rolling onto the bed by Octavia’s side.

Octavia smiled at her, raising her hand to touch the other girl’s cheek. “Thank you, Vinyl. I mean, not for feeding me my… you know. But for before. It was better than I ever imagined it would be. I… I’m glad that you’re my first.”

Vinyl leaned her cheek into Octavia’s hand. “I’m glad, too. And you haven’t seen anything yet, Tavi. Fingering’s nice and all, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg.”

“I can’t wait,” Octavia said with a contented sigh. “But, actually… I was wondering if I might have a turn.”

Vinyl tilted her head like a confused puppy.

“Or give you a turn, I should say,” Octavia clarified. “To return the favor?”

Vinyl’s eyes widened. “A-are you sure? I mean, I know you’re still new to this whole lesbian thing, and I want you to move at a pace you’re comfortable with. You don’t have to feel obligated, ‘kay?”

“Oh, I know. But… I want to. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel, if I can. Besides, I’m still getting used to the idea of being with a girl… sexually speaking. Lying there and letting you do things to me is one thing, but actually doing things to a girl, and looking at a girl as the object of my desire, is still a new sensation to me. Why tip-toe around it when I can jump right in and embrace it?”

“Tavi?” Vinyl grinned. “You had me at ‘I want to’.”

They smiled, and then leaned in for another kiss.

Pulling away from the girl’s lips, Octavia got off the bed and onto her feet, and began to undress. As soon as she caught Vinyl watching her, propped up on her elbows on the mattress, Octavia decided to make a show of it, removing her clothing as sensually and seductively as she could. She felt rather silly doing it, but she seemed to have Vinyl’s undivided attention.

She began by removing her shirt and vest, which was already unbuttoned, tossing them with uncharacteristic sloppiness to the side of the room. She then hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and panties, turned away from Vinyl, bent over, and slid them slowly down to the floor together, stepping out of them and likewise tossing them aside. Last to go were her knee-length socks, sliding them slowly down her legs to Vinyl’s obvious approval.

At last, she stood in all her naked glory in front of the other girl. Now that her little show was over, she fidgeted nervously as she waited for some kind of reaction from Vinyl, like a competitor awaiting the judges’ scores.

“God, you’re so hot.”

Whatever Octavia had been expecting her to say, it wasn’t that. “Are you serious?”

“Uh… yeah?” She ran her eyes up and down the cellist’s form, illuminated by the moonlight. “You have a killer bod, girl. And you’re sexy as hell, too.”

Octavia looked down at herself, as if trying to see what Vinyl saw in her. “I admit, I’ve never thought of myself as sexy before.”

“And that’s part of your sexiness,” Vinyl said with a wink. She looked down at her own clothing and reached for the zipper on her shirt. “Well, let it never be said I let a chick be naked alone.”

“No, wait.”

Vinyl stopped, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Can…” Octavia swallowed. “Can I undress you?”

Vinyl stared at her, and then she smiled. “Be my guest.” She lay back on the bed, her body going slack, waiting for Octavia to do as she pleased.

With a nervous smile, Octavia climbed back onto the bed. She straddled the still-clothed DJ, her naked thighs settling against her hips. She looked down at the concealed body below her, feeling like predator and prey all at once.

She decided to start with the basics. She grabbed Vinyl’s right hand and lifted it to her, kissing her palm and fingers before gently sliding the arm warmer off of her, then kissing up her wrist and forearm. She repeated the process with Vinyl’s left hand, adding little licks to the mix this time.

That done, she placed her hands on Vinyl’s stomach, caressing up and down the flat surface and feeling the shifting of cloth over the girl’s skin. She moved her hands to either side of Vinyl’s slender waist, then rubbed them up her sides, and—slowly, tentatively—passed her hands over the mounds on Vinyl’s chest.

She arrived at the collar of Vinyl’s shirt, grabbed the zipper, and slowly began to pull it down—down her chest, down her stomach, and finally opening the shirt altogether. She felt like a kid unwrapping a birthday present as she pulled the shirt open, revealing… another shirt. Granted, it was just a plain white undershirt, but still, it was anti-climactic. With a huff, she had Vinyl sit upright and raise her arms, and proceeded to remove the DJ’s shirts, until only the bra remained.

She hugged Vinyl, reaching both hands around her back to unhook her bra, watching what she was doing over the girl’s shoulder. As she lifted the bra away, she got her first look at Vinyl’s boobs.

She wasn’t quite as well-endowed as Octavia herself, but her breasts were perky and alluring, and Octavia found her mouth watering at the sight. She reached a hand to touch one of them, but stopped short. She cast a quick glance up at Vinyl’s amused eyes, bit her lip, and made contact. Vinyl hummed in approval as Octavia kneaded her right boob, then tweaked her nipple between her fingers. Sitting back on her haunches, Octavia brought her other hand into play, rubbing both of her breasts at once, her hands occasionally straying into caresses across her stomach and around to her back.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Vinyl moaned, reaching up to run her fingers through Octavia’s hair. “That’s nice.”

But Octavia was hardly listening. She moved her hands to either side of Vinyl’s ribcage and held her there. She could feel Vinyl’s heart beating in her chest and, with a lick of her lips, she darted forward, taking one of Vinyl’s nipples in her mouth.

Even in her upright position, Vinyl’s back arched, moving her hand to the back of Octavia’s head.

“Oh shit!” she gasped. “Yeah, that’s it. You’re doing great, Tavi.”

Without removing her mouth from Vinyl’s nipple, Octavia lowered her onto her back, and then finally released her nipple with a wet pop. Meeting Vinyl’s eyes, Octavia began to kiss and lick her way down Vinyl’s belly until she arrived at her lower body.

In spite of everything that they had done together, Octavia felt a renewed sense of nervousness, knowing that the final threshold was about to be crossed. Steeling her resolve, she grabbed onto Vinyl’s skirt and, patting the DJ’s hip, said, “Raise up, please.”

Vinyl did as instructed, and Octavia pulled her skirt down her legs, dropping the article onto the floor. All that remained were her tight-fitting leggings. Assuming that Vinyl was wearing panties underneath them, Octavia wasted little time in grabbing the leggings by their waste band and pulling them down… only to freeze mid-thigh with a sudden realization:

Vinyl wasn’t wearing panties.

Octavia looked between Vinyl’s legs, and Vinyl’s naughty bits looked right back at her. Octavia didn’t know what to do. There were supposed to have been panties! She was supposed to have had more time to prepare herself!

“Uh, Earth to Tavi.”

Octavia blinked, looking up at Vinyl, then back down at… Vinyl .

“Sorry,” she said. “I just wasn’t expecting…”

“Me to be going commando?” Vinyl offered with a waggle of her eyebrows.

Octavia merely nodded. Swallowing her uncertainty down, she finished removing Vinyl’s leggings, leaving the other girl entirely nude. And on her bed. Octavia might have been thrown for a loop by that realization, but she was too transfixed by the DJ’s genitals to care.

Like a moth to a flame, Octavia got down on her knees, grabbed Vinyl’s legs, and pulled the DJ closer so that her legs hung off the edge of the bed. Placing her hands on the soft insides of Vinyl’s thighs and gently pushing them apart, Octavia leaned forward and got a closer look at the vagina in front of her. From her new vantage point, she could see that it was moist, and a musky, primal smell assaulted her brain. Sliding her hand up Vinyl’s thigh, she cautiously touched the palm of her hand against Vinyl’s mound, nearly gasping at how warm it felt.

Using her thumbs, she spread Vinyl’s lips open, staring into her pink, dripping insides. Looking back to Vinyl’s face and seeing the expectant look upon it, Octavia took her right index finger and, after a brief moment of hesitation, slid it into Vinyl’s body. She could feel the DJ’s pussy enveloping her finger, could feel her insides squeezing around it, as if trying to pull it deeper.

Ever so slowly, she pulled the finger back out, finding it glistening with Vinyl’s nectar.

There was no denying it anymore. Octavia was more aroused than she’d ever been before. The trickle of her own juices down her leg only confirmed it. Remembering Vinyl’s earlier actions, she closed her eyes and stuck the finger into her mouth.

Then, her eyes flew open again.

She’d gotten a small taste of herself earlier, and hadn’t been… well, pleasantly surprised, perhaps, but not overly impressed. But Vinyl…?

Wrapping her arms around Vinyl’s thighs, Octavia dove in, dragging her tongue up the entire length of Vinyl’s slit.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Vinyl swore with a gasp.

Octavia pulled her tongue back into her mouth, swishing the gathered liquid around on her taste buds. There was no mistaking it. Vinyl was delicious.

More sure than ever, Octavia moved in and began lapping at Vinyl’s pussy, finding a steady rhythm as she slid her tongue across the other girl’s lower lips. She looked up, along Vinyl’s torso. Vinyl lay there with her arm draped over her eyes, mouth open in an expression of bliss. Growing ever more confident, she placed her entire mouth over Vinyl’s entrance and buried her tongue inside the girl, thrashing the wet muscle around inside her.

Vinyl cried out now, reaching down to place her hands on Octavia’s head. The cellist smiled as she felt Vinyl’s thighs trembling to either side of her head. The fact that she was eating a girl out was mind-boggling enough, but to know that she was giving said girl so much pleasure was, frankly, one of the most satisfying things she had ever experienced.

Hoping to draw things out a bit, Octavia unsheathed her tongue from Vinyl’s quivering depths and set about teasing her. She nibbled ever so gently on her labia, peppered soft kissing along her inner thighs, and ran her hands in feathery caresses up her stomach to once again massage the girl’s breasts, only occasionally returning to dig her tongue against Vinyl’s pussy before withdrawing again. The teasing was having its desired effect: Vinyl’s moans took on a plaintive quality, and her body twitched and shook as it received its rations of pleasure.

Vinyl was a good sport, but everyone has a limit. “Tavi,” she said eventually. “You… you’re k-killing me here.”

Octavia pulled away from her crotch. “What do you want me to do about it?” she asked innocently, feeling suddenly cheeky.

“You know what.”

She smiled, Vinyl’s juices dripping from her chin. “I’d like to hear you say it.”

“Oh, for the love of— I’ve created a monster. Alright, Tavi: Could you just finish me off already? Please?! If I don’t cum in the next ten seconds, my head’s gonna pop.”

Octavia acted as though she was thinking it over. Then, “Well, alright. You talked me into it.”

Using her thumbs to spread Vinyl open, Octavia lunged forward and wrapped her lips around Vinyl’s clit.

The DJ’s body jolted, her back arching off the bed and her hands clutching desperately at the sheets. “Yes! There! D-don’t stop!”

Octavia gave the button a suck and grazed her tongue across its tip.

With a shriek, Vinyl finally got her climax. Her smooth thighs clamped tight around Octavia’s head, holding it in place as her pussy sprayed in the cellist’s face at point-blank range. Vinyl’s body spasmed as the orgasm ripped through her.

Finally, the cloud of pleasure began to fade, and Octavia, freed from the grip of Vinyl’s legs, released the other girl’s clit.

“Oh my god…” Vinyl moaned. “That was unr—”

With a smirk, Octavia leaned back in and took the clit into her mouth again, this time ever-so-gently raking her teeth across it.

“—re-AAAAAUGGGH FUCK!” Vinyl’s entire body seemed to leave the bed as another orgasm burst through her nervous system. Octavia received a second, albeit smaller, squirt of the girl’s nectar, this time catching it in her mouth.

As her second orgasm passed, Vinyl’s body went limp as a noodle, random muscles across her body twitching occasionally. As she lay there, panting and dazed and trying to make her way back down to the Earth, Octavia crawled up her body and kissed her, releasing the mouthful of Vinyl’s cum past the spent girl’s lips.

As Vinyl idly swallowed it down, Octavia smirked at her and said, “Now we’re even.” And with that, she lay by Vinyl’s side, cuddling up against her.

“H-holy shit, girl,” Vinyl breathed, finally coming to her senses. “Are you sure you’ve never gone down on a girl before? Because if not, you’re a fucking prodigy.”

“I’ve always been a prodigy,” Octavia said, pecking Vinyl’s neck and tracing her hand down Vinyl’s belly. “But now I have a new instrument.”

“Okay, that was pretty corny, but I forgive you.”

They lay there for a moment, one more patiently than the other. Octavia couldn’t help but grind her thighs together.

“So…” she said. “You ready to go again?”

Vinyl looked at her, her eyes wide. “For serious?”

Octavia nodded, biting her lip.

“Dayum, girl! You’re gonna wear me out at this rate.”

“So, is that a yes?”

Vinyl chuckled. “Yeah, just… let me pull myself together. Rehydrate, for one thing.”

Octavia smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. “Sounds good to me.”