It had been two months since Normal Norman had broken up with me. In those few months I had found solace from my heartbreak in someone I never would have given the chance to befriend if not for that whole fiasco that Twilight girl’s gang did a year or so before. It’s crazy to think about, that the school cliques would all start to merge like that. ‘Magic of friendship’ as I think they put it. I had been so limited in my choice of friends, only hanging out with the other fashionista kids. I never would have thought that I could be friends with an athlete girl, to be maybe more than friends with Tennis Match. I’m not going to say I was denying those thoughts at the time, it's just that it all came about so fast.
She was there for me, through all the hardships of losing Norman. I was a mess, what little makeup I had was always streaked with my tears. I had felt so alone when those words came out of his mouth. He was just so special to me, I didn’t think that someone even more special was hiding in plain sight the whole time before she touched my shoulder that one day. Funny isn’t it, how loneliness can start to blow away with a single well placed touch?
Tennis Match was the pinnacle of a strong spirit. She would take it upon herself to be a shoulder to cry on, when I knew she could have been spending her time developing her talents. Who ever heard of an athlete kid skipping out on afternoon practice just to help some drama queen fashionista like me? Helping me get over the void in my heart. That’s what Tennis was doing that day, the day we both acted on our feelings.
***
I was staying over at her house, as my post-birthday celebration. I had officially entered into the world of adulthood, as I had finally reached the age of eighteen.
We were sitting on her couch, watching some movie we weren’t taking serious at all and eating some of the leftover birthday cake I had baked. I had a special talent for baking, it ran in the family. My uncle and aunt were bakers!
“Oh no, not the bees! Not the bees!” yelled Tennis as she held her hands to the sides of her head. Shaking her light turquoise hair erratically.
I giggled at her imitation of the actor on screen, Tennis could be really goofy for such a tough girl. Once I stopped my fit of giggles I looked up to her, “You can be really silly sometimes, you know that?”
She puffed out her chest and banged her fist against it, “I think I’m so good at making yah laugh, I should start hanging out with the drama kids.”
I brushed my moderate persian blue hair back behind my ears,“Your acting is a little too over the top, even for them.”
She smiled, “Hey, I take that as a complement. Just means I have lots of passion to spare.”
“Oh?” I raised my eyebrow, “I think it takes a lot of passion to keep from going overboard.”
She shrugged, “Eh, as long as I can entertain yah I’m fine, right?”
I stuck out my tongue playfully, “That was kind of corny, you know that?”
“Hmm?” she leaned closer to me, “at least it wasn’t like sticking out your tongue, those kinda things just make people horny.”
My body froze, a light blush came over my face.
She stared at me, and opened her eyes wide in realization of what she had just let slip. “I-I didn’t mean,”—she waved her hands in front of her—”I was… you know?” She rubbed the back of her head as we just sat there, in an awkward silence that drowned out the television.
I darted my eyes around the floor, trying to piece together what she had just said. Did she mean I made her horny? I looked back over to her, she was practically sweating from the implications. I had to switch this conversation back around to something a bit less risky, rationalizing that if we continued talking like this, I might let slip my little secret too. “Um… so what should I expect… being an adult now?” I was sure we both realized how poorly that was phrased, “I mean… like what’s adult life like?”
Tennis came back to her senses. She leaned back on the opposite end of the couch, trying to act like nothing weird had just happened, “I-It’s pretty dece, like you’re your own person.” She crossed her legs, I remember thinking at the time that I was for once a bit unhappy to see her wearing spats, and following up with thinking that the thought of her skirt without them would be very lewd. Bad Blueberry! “I mean, like you still gotta live with the folks ‘til you’re out a school. But you’re independent. Like I get to stay home alone like this when the folks are away, get to decide myself if I want to have friends over.”
I raised my eyebrow, “You mean you didn't ask them if I could come over, again?”
Tennis raised her finger like she was going to protest, but thought better of it, “Y-Yah.”
I giggled softly and shook my head.
“Don’t look at me like that, just forgot is all.”
I folded my arms and gave a fake, stern look, “I bet.”
We both looked at each other before erupting into a fit of giggles and chuckles. My acting was just as terrible as her’s. Tennis smirked at me, “You feeling better today, Blueberry?”
I nodded, “Yes, you always seem to cheer me up when you're around.”
“Pfft, look who’s the corny one now,” her smile started to disappear, “hey look, I’m sorry if that horny comment creeped yah out or anything.”
I brushed some of my hair back behind my ears, “No, it’s alright. Just caught me off guard, that’s all.”
“Again, I’m sorr-”
“Because…” I bit my lip, my hormones were suddenly starting to kick in, and my body was telling me that it was now or never. I felt like my body was taking over my next few words, like my body was trying to blow open my secret itself, “because I…” I took in one last gulp of air, “I like you.”
I think it didn't register at first for her. Her face just froze, except for those seafoam colored eyes, which darted around as if they were searching for any hint that what I had said could be just a joke. It came slowly, she started to breath again, and parroted my words. “I-I like you too, Blueberry.”
We both sat there gazing at each other, unsure of what to do next. She broke away first and fiddled around with the remote, eventually managing enough control to pause the movie. “S-So… when… when did you start feeling that way?”
I clutched my chest, futilely trying to calm down my booming heartbeat, “Just recently, I think it just clicked in my mind when I started to…” I bit my lip, “when I started to realize that you were filling a hole in my heart. That you were becoming something special too me.”
Tennis stared at me with this ever increasing warm smile, like her whole world was lighting up, “Can I do something crazy?”
I looked to her lips, she was subtly wetting them. I knew what she would do next, but I played innocent, “W-What do you want to do?”
She started to move closer to me on the couch, “I want to kiss you.”
I knew what she said before she said it, but it still made my heart skip a beat. I instinctively went on the defensive, “B-But were girls, isn’t that like... weird?”
She placed her hand on my lap, “You like me, right?”
I glanced down at her hand before my eyes met with her’s once again, I gave a small nod.
“Then should this be weird? Should our feelings have’ta feel weird?”
I thought about it, keeping both my emotions and logic decide my next action. I placed my hand over hers, “No, it shouldn’t feel weird.”
My consent was all she needed. Tennis leaned forward, and gently placed her lips on mine.
I had kissed before, but there was something about the first kiss with someone you’re attracted to, something that always draws you in. Maybe I could describe it as this warmth that fills your body when it happens? No, it was more than what the body felt, it was the raw meaning behind it all. I kept my lips on her’s, slowly parting them as a signal.
Tennis took it, she slowly loosened her lips and our tongues met. The warmth of her mouth felt like it was heating my entire body. She gently pressed against my shoulders, laying me down on the plush couch. Her knee subtly running along my inner thigh. It was the first time I felt her body against mine in that way, it felt so intimate.
The soft sounds of our kissing kept going for who knows how long. I didn't care about time, all I cared about was the feeling of her lips against mine, and the sensation of her tongue playing with my own.
She slowly broke our kiss and studied my eyes, searching for how best to phrase her next question. Something intimate, something no doubt magical in its presentation. I remember my heartbeat rising just from anticipation of waiting to hear those next few words.
“Can I say something crazier?”
She never was very artistic.
“I want… if you wouldn’t mind that is…”
I remember smiling and rolling my eyes, asked her what she was struggling to tell me.
“Do you think we can take this to my room?”
Both of my eyebrows practically jumped off my face, for as much as I thought that it was a possibility that she could say that, I never quite imagined it was going to be what she actually said! “W-What?”
“I know that this may seem like it’s going fast and all, but I just have wanted to do this for a very long time.”
I remember trying to search her face for the answers, was she really meaning what I thought she had meant? Those eyes, did they really want me of all people? “Why me?”
She shifted slightly, “What do you mean?”
“I’m a bloody mess, I’ve done nothing but mope for as long as you’ve known me. Why do I deserve you?”
“Because...” she started to rise off of me, “I want to make you happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, ever since I saw you sobbing behind the school. You don’t mope all the time, when I make you smile or laugh, it lights a fire in my heart. You make me feel like I matter,” she chuckled, “I’d never thought I would be so passionate about anything besides Tennis. I want to make you to never feel lonely again, and I feel that I want to take your happiness to the next level. Because I’m just as pleased to make you feel good.”
I remember steadily sitting up with her, running my hand down the side of her face, and pressing my lips against her’s as my answer.
***
How we managed to get to the bedroom is lost to me. My eyes were closed, and my lips were locked with her’s the entire way there. I only opened my eyes when she broke our kiss to take off my dress and shirt.
Tennis gently guided me to her bed, resuming position over top of me. She gripped my exposed bra softly, feeling the hint of my breasts underneath it, “You have no idea how good it is to finally touch you.” Running her hand down from my breasts, and over my stomach, she reached my skirt. She moved back and gripped it with both hands, sliding it off my legs and letting it fall to the floor. She gently pulled off my socks and brushed her finger up the bottom of my feet’s soles, “Feeling comfortable?”
I nodded, scooting up the bed, “What are we going to do?”
Tennis grined as she striped, letting her own clothes meet the ground. She crawled up to my side, “Let me handle it, you just focus on having the time of your life.” Tennis leaned in and kissed my neck and slid her hand down my belly, advancing past my panty line to between my thighs.
My body twitched as her middle finger ran across my covered privates.
Tennis continued to gently stroke me as her lips moved up my neck, planting soft kisses as she went. My legs instinctively closed tighter as she started to prod me through my panties.
I felt my insides heat up, and soon the feeling of her fingers against my underwear felt different.
“You’re getting wet,” she moved her hand back to my waist and slipped it under my panties, “It's time I give you some real pleasure.” Her finger ran across my damp petals, she clasped me in her hands and teased my entrance, “Are you ready?”
“Y-Yes,” was all I managed to say, holding my breath in anticipation.
She pressed her lips against mine, slipping her tongue inside me as she gently pushed in her middle finger.
My leg twitched as my pussy was pierced.
Tennis pushed another finger inside me, and ran her fingers against the belly side of my walls. She played with my pussy, rubbing the entrance and prodding my insides. My hips jolted as her fingers flicked out of me, throwing a few drops of my wetness across the sheets.
“I think you’re good and ready now,” she slid down my body, kissing me lower and lower until she reached between my legs. She gently pushed my legs apart and admired my womanhood. Pressing her fingers against my labia, she softly parted them, exposed my entrance. Tennis stuck out her tongue and pressed it against my dripping pussy, wetting her tongue in my juices.
My hips rose as she continued licking me, mixing her saliva with my juices. My breath started to become shallow, I took one of my breasts in my hand, playing with my nipple as her tongue began pressing inside of me.
Tennis moved my legs over her shoulders as she slipped farther inside me. Her fingers teasing my erect clitoris as she continued to dig into my moist insides, the feeling was washing over my body like a hot tsunami. The quickening pace of her tongue, the stimulation of my perked nipples and my clitoris were becoming too great. My stomach muscles felt like they were contracting violently. I leaned forward and held the top of her head as I started to give in.
“A-Ah!” I screamed as my muscles spasmed in delight. The prickling sensation below my waist shot up my body as I came, drenching Tennis’s tongue with my juices. My body fell to the bed, still shivering and panting as the sensations died down.
I could hear Tennis give some kind of giggling sound as she lapped-up my fresh cum, each flick of her tongue sending a shiver down my spine as my body tried to adjust to this new found sensitivity. Her slurping and gulping trailed off as she finished taking her fill. Tennis sat up and rubbed my body, massaging my muscles post-orgasm. She rubbed and pressed against my stomach and sides, washing my sensitive body in a tingling feeling. Her hard presses made my body sore, but euphoric. She leaned in close and kissed me, letting me taste the remnants of my own sweet juices. She continued to rub down on my body and breasts, asking if she was successful in making me happy.
My head was still too light to make coherent sentences, so I just answered with a nod. My body was sweating, I was so hot my panting didn't seem to quell the heat coming off of me.
Tennis licked the salty sweat coming from my chest, “Do you want more?”
My glazed eyes tried to focus on her, I couldn’t form the words to tell her I did. That although my body felt spent, my mind could not say yes hard enough. This girl, she had made me feel things I never had felt before. Every soft touch she gave was like an explosion of pleasure, how could I resist anything she said?
Tennis grinned, “Still can't talk? How about this, blink twice if you want me to make you that happy again.”
I mustered up the strength to focus and complete the task, not wanting to waste another second before I could feel that good again.
She nodded and raised herself out of bed, leaving me without her warmth for just a moment. Tennis walked over the the side of the room and opened her closet. She reached back behind the sea of shirts and skirts and pulled out a little box. Opening it, she produced a textured dildo for me to see, the longest one I had ever seen in person.
Tennis crawled up beside me, setting down the six inch while she once again slipped her tongue inside my mouth. She played with my sore breasts, pulling and teasing them by my nipples. I gave a soft moan as my insides heated up again, I was still sensitive from my last orgasm.
She pulled back from our kiss, letting just a strand of saliva keep us together. Tennis picked up and put the dildo to my lips, telling me to coat in in my saliva first. I opened wide and she softly pushed half of it in. It was rubbery and bumpy, but my tongue still pressed against it, desperately coating it. She pushed harder on its base, forcing it to go partially down my throat. I lightly gagged, but fought back the clenching in the back of my throat. My mouth gurgled as I did everything I could to lube the massive piece. When Tennis felt like I had done my job, she pulled it out of my mouth and kissed me. Telling me that I had done well.
Tennis reached down and started to rub the large, wet cock against my warm pussy. Parting my damp labia, teasing my entrance, pushing against it and stroking my lower lips with the massive member. I let out soft moans as I began to feel that yearning again somewhere within my tummy. She moved the dildo up and down, brushing my clitoris slowly but forcefully, making it pop back up to attention. I was shivering with delight with each movement of the bumpy texture against me. Tennis positioned herself farther down me, deciding to exam my womanhood before continuing. She suddenly buried two fingers into my pussy, pulling them apart from each other, stretching my walls.
I yelped, my toes curled with sudden pleasure.
She pressed the dildo against my entrance, and told me that she was ready. I was so tight, she had to use a fair amount of her strength to push it in. I could feel my walls spreading apart over the textured cock, trying to press down over it as if begging her to stop and continue at the same time. My insides were throbbing in excitement as each bump of the texture ran against my soft enclosure. Tennis slowly inched the dildo further into my pussy, exploring my depths with the monstrous member, filling me with its size.
I bit my lip as my hips rose, my sensitive body felt like it was being ripped apart by the cock.
She pushed the the dildo into me harder, pumping it in and out of my hot pussy, banging against my back wall. I gripped the bed sheets, the feeling was both excruciating and luscious at the same time. I was coating the cock with my juices and loving how it felt to have the foreign member in my pussy. Tennis kept pushing and pulling the bumpy dildo in and out of me, my insides were screaming as the rough texture fiercely grinned against me. My pussy was so wet, the cock was making loud squishing sounds from inside me. It was as if my folds were slurping on the dildo, wanting it, tightening around it and milking it lustfully.
I gasped for air as Tennis plunged the dildo far inside me, continuing with the thrusts. I was so assaulted by my body’s contractions that I couldn’t even force my open mouth to make a sound. My eyes were rolling back as my body recoiled from each trust of the cock. My burning walls clamped down on the hard member, I shuddered violently as I came once again, soaking it with my cum.
Tennis slipped the dildo outside of me, raising it to her mouth, licking my cum off of the rubber member. She gazed down at my squirming, sweating body. Watching my chest rise and fall trying to regain enough oxygen to bring me back to my senses. She smiled, “Did I do a good job at making you happy, Blueberry?”
A good job? My body had never felt that marvelous before, I was far past cloud nine and into the stratosphere. How did I know that word? I remember thinking that the Techies had gotten to me. I lightly giggled, trying to get my train of thought back on track.
Tennis crawled up to me and brushed my lips with hers, gently letting our lips caress each other. “If you would let me, I would give you this kind of high each and every night,” she lightly rubbed her cheek against mine, “I want to give myself to you, Blueberry. I want to make you feel this good each day I’m with you.”
I mustered up the willpower to lift myself up to Tennis, kissing her. My arms were almost giving out on me, “N-Next time, I’ll make you feel this good too.”
She delicately guided me back down to the soft bed, “Rest first." Tennis chuckled and laid beside me, “then we’ll talk about where we’re gonna go from here.”
I nodded just before my exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep.
