by Jones,Ciara
She’d counted to one hundred several times when they finally reached the other side. She’d been seen by maybe a hundred people. The disc of the sun was peaking over the buildings in the east. It would only get more crowded.
And finally, Kaye was merciful. The buzzes got less, the pace got faster. Moira focused on the ground in front of her as Kaye marched her up the stairs on the bluff on the other side of the bridge. She counted in her head as she walked through the chilly, breezy Letna park, where dog walkers and joggers were already starting to appear and point and laugh. She tried not to panic as they approached the hostel on the other side of the park, where there were even a few cars driving by in the streets. Were students around? Pedestrians? Not too many. Almost home. Almost.
There was a hidden alley door on the hostel building, where kids sometimes came outside to smoke. Moira leaned against the wall feeling her crotch ache and her wrists chafe, begging to the universe that no one she recognized would step outside. She felt she should be checking if there were people around, but she lacked the energy to care.
“Damn,” said Kaye, patting her pockets. “Forgot my key”.
Several moments of silence.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
“Kaye, please. I’m tired. I’m sore. I want to go in.”
“Sorry, babe. No key. We’ll just have to wait until someone comes out.”
“Oh my god, Kaye.”
Kaye planted a kiss on Moira’s lips. She held it there, stroking Moira’s hair from her face. Moira’s exhausted heart fluttered.
Then Kaye BUZZED the remote and Moira bit her lip.
“Ouch! Bad Moira!”
Kaye gave her a firm spank. Moira leaned against the brick and whined. Her breasts rubbed against the rough stone. She barely cared.
It wasn’t too long before the door opened. It took a thousand years for it to swing all the way forward.
Who is it? thought Moira in that infinite space. Who’s going to get to see me all naked and trussed up with a sex toy in my pussy? Is it Daniel from bio? He smokes like a chimney? Or Josie? God, she’d tell the whole school.
It was neither of them. It was Alena.
“Hello!” she said, smiling. Then those big eyes fell on Moira and widened into dinner plates.
“Oh my!” she said. “Oh my! Umm.”
“Hey, girlfriend!” said Kaye, oblivious to Alena’s embarrassment. “Glad you could make it! I thought I might have given you the wrong address. You got the hoodie?”
“I, um. I left it upstairs. In your room. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all! It’s a dorm party! Come on, let’s get up there!”
“You poor girl,” said Alena, still blushing and smiling as she put an arm around Moira and guided her inside. “You’re all tied up.”
“Yeah,” said Moira. Was she blushing too? Alena draped something over her shoulders as she pushed past her up the stairs. The old black hoodie. Except now it smelled like perfume.
***
They passed one or two students on their way up to the dorm room, those obnoxious early risers doing ungodly things like jogging in the morning. No one seemed to notice Moira was wearing only a hoodie, and if anyone saw the rope hanging at her ankles, Moira couldn’t tell. Alena kept hands on her shoulders as they went up, steadying her. She was grateful for it. She could feel those long, slender fingers through the fabric of the hoodie.
“I hope you don’t mind, I let myself in,” said Alena when they reached the room. “The key was in your hoodie, I left the room unlocked.”
She pronounced it hoo-DEE. She gave Moira a firm squeeze.
Moira made a beeline straight for the bed. She plopped down face first onto it and laid there, not moving. Alena slid her hands under the hoodie to begin working on the ropes. It would have been easier to just take the hoodie off. Alena was protecting her modesty.
Why? thought Moira. You’ve already seen me every kind of naked.
It took several minutes for the ropes to finally come off for good. First her ankles were gloriously free, she rotated them in wide circles, feeling their range of motion. Then her wrists, at long last. She drew them under herself and rubbed the red circles where the ropes had been. Free at last, she thought. My hero.
“She had quite a night,” said Kaye somewhere behind her.
“Yes?” said Alena.
“Oh god yeah. You were just there for the middle adventure. She went all over town like that. This little one’s into weird stuff.”
She’s not wrong, thought Moira, angrily. She rubbed her thighs together and felt the vibrator, still stuck inside her. Gently, she reached between her legs and pulled the little devil out, setting it on the end table next to the bed. Kaye placed the remote on the table too and then went back to her spot against the wall.
“Lemme see, first we had some crazy sex in the hostel across town. Then she wandered most of the way back wearing just that hoodie. She flashed a convenience store clerk and got most of the way naked, for some reason…”
Moira grunted.
“Okay, I made her mostly naked. I do that sometimes. Then we stopped in for a drink and Moira couldn’t keep her eyes off you.”
Alena giggled shyly.
“You made her come pretty hard. Just saying.”
Alena was laughing nervously.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was feeling silly.”
Yeah, me too, thought Moira.
“Don’t apologize. I’m fine with it. I love seeing Moira get her rocks off. Anyway, Moira took a naked jaunt over to the river, we fucked around a little bit, then I had to keep her in place while I got her a present from that late night place over by Old Town. She made a few fans by the river, I think. It all turned out fine.”
Easy for you to say, thought Moira, still remembering the taste of Kaye’s panties.
“So I gave her a toy to play with and she liked it so much she played with it all the way over the bridge back to here. Poor girl’s probably exhausted.”
Not yet I’m not, thought Moira, climbing up to her feet, letting the hoodie slide off her. Her arms and legs fully mobile for the first time in hours, she lunged at Kaye and pinned her against the wall, biting her lip ferociously. Surprised, Kaye offered little resistance as Moira yanked her shirt up over her head. Still bra-less. Moira placed her mouth on Kaye’s nipple, using just enough teeth to get her to gasp.
“AAhhh!” was all Kaye had time to say before Moira clamped a hand on her throat. Once again, it was just tight enough to let her know she meant business. Kaye regained enough of herself to start fighting back, but Moira was intent on winning. She spun Kaye around and threw her down on the bed, causing Alena to back away with an “Eeep!” Then she undid Kaye’s jeans and yanked them off and threw them on the floor. Now you’re naked too, thought Moira, falling on top of her.
She grabbed Kaye’s breasts and squeezed them roughly. Kaye took a handful of Moira’s hair and gave it a squeeze, rolling her head around. Moira responded by digging her fingers into Kaye’s breasts. They both moaned, exhausted, angry. Moira raised herself up into a cowgirl position and started grinding against Kaye’s pelvis, feeling her become slick. Kaye reached up to grab Moira’s breasts but Moira seized her by the wrists and pressed them down onto the bed, still grinding.
Then she felt slender fingers on her shoulder blades. Alena. Moira had almost forgotten she was there.
The girl massaged along Moira’s spine, on her shoulders and neck. Her fingers were slim, strong, very dexterous. Moira leaned back and Alena planted a delicate kiss on her neck. She turned towards Alena and began tenderly kissing her on the lips, the nose, the cheeks. The mood became softer. Moira breathed deeply, eyes closed, and slid her hands to Kaye’s breasts, gently stroking the nipples. Kaye writhed under her, her crotch wet with Moira’s juices.
Moira wasn’t thinking anymore. Just doing. Alena, Kaye, it was all the same. She’d had a hell of a night, she wanted release.
A fight, a fuck, maybe both. She felt a tingle again in her mid-section, steadily growing, approaching like a freight train.
Alena had her eyes closed as she began to pull her shirt up over her head. So shy, this one, thought Moira. She had an adorable pink bra on underneath. Moira released Kaye’s breasts and hugged Alena so she could unclasp it. Her breasts were small but pert, well-shaped with pointed nipples. She hugged them against her own, pressing her fingers into Alena’s back. She was so skinny. Moira could feel the bumps of her ribs on her back.
She stroked Alena’s chin and caressed her cheek and began grinding against Kaye again, gently at first, then harder. Kaye wasn’t writhing anymore. Moira felt the need to fix that.
When her orgasm was getting close, she stopped herself. Anger again, self-inflicted this time. She channeled it into the desire to make Kaye scream. She pushed backwards off Kaye, back off the bed, and knelt before it, spreading Kaye’s legs. She kissed her way up the inside of Kaye’s legs, feeling her wiggle and twitch in anticipation. Her tongue found Kaye’s pussy and began to lick. Kaye gave a high “Ohhhhh” that raised in volume and pitch as Moira began working her.
Moira peeked over at Alena and saw she was getting fully undressed. Still hesitant, but determined. You’ve never done this before, have you? thought Moira. Neither have we.
Down came those tight jeans. She was wearing cute green panties over gorgeously defined hip bones. Such a skinny little thing. Alena’s face was still red, but her smile was gone. She was focused. Down came the panties. She hopped onto the bed with the other two girls and began kissing the delirious Kaye, massaging her breasts with those slender fingers. She still smelled like warm perfume.
After a few minutes, they all did.
Kaye was the first to come. Moira could feel her tensing up, could feel those legs squeezing in and releasing reflexively. When her tongue began to work her clitoris, Kaye was lost. She began wailing like a girl possessed, as Alena rubbed and kissed her tits, her stomach, her neck, her mouth. Alena even gave her a slap on the breast just before she climaxed. That got her screaming in earnest. Her legs squeezed Moira’s head and her whole body shook as if electrocuted. Moira gave her a few more rounds with her tongue, sending Kaye into deeper hysterics, before finally pulling away. Kaye lay still. Moira wasn’t finished.
She climbed back onto the bed and began kissing Alena, passionately, with just enough roughness. Alena was getting more insistent. She was starting to fight a little too. Moira pushed her down firmly onto the bed next to the near-comatose Kaye and kissed those perky breasts. Alena was a quiet one at first. That didn’t last long. After a few moments she was “ooh-ing” quite loudly.
It got even louder when Moira reached over to the end table and grabbed the vibrator. With her other hand, she teased Alena’s pussy, parting the lips and toying with the clitoris. Alena’s breath caught with such suddenness Moira thought she’d hurt her. Alena’s brow was tightly furrowed. She’s a sensitive one, this girl is.
When Alena was wet enough, Moira slid the vibrator in over Alena’s clit and g-spot. The girl shuddered as it found its place, eyes still shut tight. A pause. Moira planted a firm, romantic kiss on her lips, pushing her tongue into Alena’s mouth, hearing her coo and breath.
Then she grabbed the remote and pushed the lowest setting.
“Ahhh!” went Alena.
A setting higher.
“Ahhh-AAAHHH!”
This won’t take long, will it? thought Moira.
She set it back to low but let it buzz. Alena was panting, whining. Her back arched. Those small nipples were stuck out like needles. Moira tickled them and Alena whined louder. Then she pushed herself backwards and began scissoring Alena, ribbing her pussy against the Alena’s, with only the vibrator between them.
Kaye was rousing from her stupor. She seemed to notice Alena next to her for the first time. Wearily, she reached over and cupped one of Alena’s breasts, palming the nipple. With a herculean effort, she managed to drag herself onto Alena to put the nipple in her mouth.
Moira watched all this from the other side of the bed, grinding against Alena, feeling that vibration between them. Kaye wasn’t crazy, there was something terribly naughty about watching her girl “get her rocks off”. She turned the vibrator up a notch and Alena yelped in agony. Her face was still bright red. Those big eyes were shut tight.
Moira pulsed the vibrator to a higher setting. That was all it took. Alena’s pitch became higher and higher as she climaxed. Her back arched violently. The bed shook as Moira ground against her.
Moira wasn’t far behind. All the orgasms denied her over the night, all the humiliations, all of it came flooding back. Being tied up in the hostel, being forced to walk down the street in the hoodie, being teased, poked, flashed, tied up tight like a bad little girl. Being stripped and given to Alena, being marched out past strangers, left in the park with panties in her mouth, being photographed and laughed at and marched over the bridge with a sex toy stuck inside her, spanked like a disobedient child and naked for everyone to see.
She forgot all about her skinny dipping summer camp story. This was lightyears ahead of that.
She nearly fell off the bed when she came. Her first thought when her mind came back to her was I’m never wearing clothes again.
***
Sometime later, the three girls were cuddling, naked under the covers, watching Youtube videos on Kaye’s laptop. They giggled and teased each other with their hands. A tickle here, a squeeze there, feeling each other’s sweaty, slick bodies. Eventually the tickling became too amorous and the sex started again, calmer this time.
Still too loud, apparently. There was a knock on the door. The three girls froze, terrified. This is going to be fun to explain, thought Moira.
Without another word, Kaye threw off the covers and hopped to her feet, marching to the door. Moira loved watching that pert ass walk away. She yanked upon the door and shouted “What?!” Two stunned boys stood on the other side. Moira recognized them from history class.
“Uhhh, you’re being loud…” said one of the boys, after he found his tongue. The other one peeked into the room and locked eyes with Moira. Alena snuggled into her, burying her face under the covers with a shy “Eeep!” Moira waved at the boy, feeling laughter well up inside her.
“We’re fucking,” said Kaye. “Do you mind?”
The door slammed shut and Kaye marched back over to the bed to snuggle up against Moira.
A pause. After a moment, all three girls began laughing, breathlessly.
“You’re crazy,” said Alena. She pronounced it crazz-ee.
“What?” said Kaye, smiling, picking a new video. “It’s not against the law.”
