Mmm, Veronica...

Darkness. Darkness arose. My body was bare except the upper parts, as I slept alone in my apartment. I was 18 after all, still in Westerburg High, with the people crazed on Snapchat and Instagram. I felt numb everywhere. Then a feeling came into my body. I started to wake up, my eyes groggy and pained. Then, it all came clear to where the feeling was.

Heather Chandler was right here, right now, giving me lovely cunnilingus.

"Veronica," she cocked her tongue out with her lovely visage and eyes right on to me with a sense of shock with a sort of calmness on it. "I expected you to wake up earlier."

"Get out of my house," I coldly stated.

"I've been rubbing your cunt for two minutes now," she grinned devilishly. "I knew tongue-action was the trick. Thanks for opening your legs," she winked at me.

"Why the hell are you here?"

"Shall we continue? I don't mind if you cum on my tongue."

"I'm asking you a question bitch, and it's about why you're here in my goddamn apartment right now."

"Do you really want to curse in front of Heather Chandler dear?" She stood up, still dressed in her innocent-girl clothes, with her painstakingly short skirt. She put herself down my torso, giving me a full look of the awfully bitchy yet hot Heather. Heather no 1 she's called. No wonder why.

"No," I nervously replied. The bitch chuckled.

"That's nice. I'm not going to kill you, 'cause I'm feeling horny tonight," she iterated with a sing-song voice.

"Why are you here?" I bluntly asked again.

"Kurt and Ram didn't want to fuck. They said it's literally 3:30AM in the morning and they were drinking and smoking pot," she inched closer and closer to me. "So I chose you."

"Why? You could've fucked with trench coat kid."

"Nobody likes to fuck a newbie," she bit the part of the V-neck at the lowest point where my cleavage showed. It wasn't that big anyway. Just average. "Now, 'Ronnie Sawyer, would you like to fuck?"

"You literally just raped me by playing my pussy. If you want to fuck, why not finish where you've started?"

And then I realized.

I made the mistake.

"Eager darling," she grinned, letting go of the V-neck.

"Uh-that was a mistake, Heather," I stammer back. "Ah-uh-I was t-trying to make a smart remark-"

"Cat got your tongue?"

"I don't want to have sex with you, Heather." I audaciously stated, staring her with a red yet serious face. "I don't want to."

"You said that you want me to finish what I started," The bitch whined. "Are you afraid that you're going to cum on my tongue and leave a huge mess?"

"I just don't want to fuck. I'm goddamn sleepy."

Heather immediately backed out on riding my torso uncomfortably and sauntered away from my blurry view. I rested my head.

Peace and quiet.

Then cold.d

"For fuck's sake!" I cried out. It turns out Heather Chandler threw fucking ice-cold water right at my face.

"Now are you awake?" She sarcastically asked with a brow up.

I turned my pillow upside down, leaving the cold side to my head.

"For fuck's sake, you are an inconvenience, Heather Chandler-ohh fuck~" Heather's tongue engulfed the folds as her tongue dove straight in, and slithered back out. "What in the loving hell was that?"

"I heard you moan," she smiled. "Was that good? Should I continue to fuck you with my tongue?"

"Heather, stop-" The feeling of her tongue was too fucking good. "Heather... please-fuck... holy shit!"

My pussy tightened and tightened as her tongue went deeper, massaging everything in her way. Her tongue probably soaked with the juices, she continued, hitting every little nook and cranny. She impaled every single pleasurable spot.

"Heather... keep... no-fuck... Heather stop-shit..."

Heather's eyes piercingly stared into mine. So seductive yet so aggressive. She backed up, with her teeth biting her lower lip, all in a lovely shade of red. She crawled like a cat, closing towards me.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I wanna turn you on," she grinned.

"What?"

"I wanna turn you on," she reiterated. "I wanna fuck you until you cry and beg for my fingers as I edge you until it hurts, you get that?"

My right mind tried to defeat it... but a force that turns me on draws me closer into those alluring eyes of hers. I was turned on, but I was holding so much back to take control and fuck her out of my mind. All the nasty things I can do her, imagining her face full of tears, pleasure and delight as I finger her so badly... No. I had to stay right. This is a bitch in front of my face, fucking me with her slithering tongue.

"Heather, you have to stop what you're-oh... oh! Fuck! Heather-stop... Hea...Heather..."

I closed my eyes in pleasure as I saw Heather's eyes on me. "You look lovely when you orgasm so loudly," Heather cooed at me. "It would be better if you would open your eyes."

I refused to do so.

"Are you not opening your eyes because you're so embarrassed of seeing Heather Chandler?"

Whimpers and god-awful moans was my response.

"Veronica! Open your goddamned eyes!"

I opened my goddamned eyes, still moaning and squirming by her fingers.

"Heather... fuck yes! Heather..."

"Oh fuck, I'm getting turned on by you, Ronnie."

"Don't fucking call me that-aha... fuck... Heather, stop... fucking-AAH!"

"I can't hold on any longer..." Heather sighed.

And then, we were locking lips.

I struggle as my moans get louder and louder, as Heather's luscious and soft lips and the soft taste of strawberry on her lipstick. Her tongue tangled and twisted with mine, as we both massaged each other.

She was damn good.

And I wish that soft tongue was in my pussy.

Heather broke the kiss, and I continued moaning and wailing, struggling, squirming and screaming to Heather.

"Fuck, you're better than Kurt and Ram."

"Heather... Make me... cum..." I desperately pleaded. It was going on for too long. I needed to cum. I needed to. And besides, Heather would goddamn let me cum on her tongue.

"Darling, Veronica, did you just beg?"

"Bitch, you know what I... fuck... fucking said..."

"Alright," she sparingly promised, "I'm turned on, so you better fuck me too," she grinned.

She stopped the pulsing speed of her fingers rubbing against the G-spot, the hard yet gentle presses that gave pain and simultaneously pleasure, and knelt down to apply her tongue in. Heather pulled me towards her, her tongue entirely inside. Is she really gonna make me squirt on her tongue? I'll have to cum to find out.

"Heather! Fuck yes... Heather! Please... fuck... Fuck me!"

Heather refused to ramble a word as she impaled her tongue, flicking up and down... everything... it's so blurry now... The pleasure is too much...

"Heather... Please... Heather..."

She continued with the rapid pace, harder and harder, somehow deeper and deeper...

"I'm cumming!"

The rush of the white liquid came like a rushing stream when the drawbridge finally opened. Heather's tongue slowly backed out. It was full of dripping and soaking wet cum. And she closed her mouth. And swallowed it.

"Did you just-"

"Yes."

"That's disgusting, Veronica."

"Do I give a shit already, Sawyer? I'm a cum-dumper. Kurt and Ram made me devour every single weak load they have. I'm used to it now," Heather stood up. She smiled and toyed with her blazer, biting her lower lip. "Now, fuck me. Fuck for fuck."

"Wait, I thought-"

"I said 'fuck me' not 'fuck you.' I'm goddamn horny."

"Well, I'm not that good-"

"Just fuck me... I just want to cum."

"You have hands, why didn't you use them?"

"I am so goddamned familiar with my hands and my vibrators, I need something else."

"Why don't you buy another one?"

"I am concerned with my money and don't want to keep buying vibrators-my goddamned parents will know."

I sighed... I'm regretting I was even a Heather.

"Fine, I'll finger you the best as I can." I smiled reassuringly at her.

Heather sighed. "Thank fucking God." She toyed with the bottom of her red blazer again, squirming a little bit. She was desperately wanted out of her hot clothes. "Do you want me to strip slowly in front of you? Just to turn you on?"

"If you want to," I replied.

She slowly undid her blazer, revealing her white undershirt. She went closer, and closer, until she sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around my hips. Her soft and hot breath ran through my skin. Her silky-skinned hand brushed my face.

"I'm more turned on by just stripping in front of you than as I gave a lap dance to Kurt Kelly."

"Well, damn."

"I'm not even turned on to girls..."

"You might be now."

She unbuttoned the plain white shirt, exposing her lovely breasts with her lovely pink nipples. The head bitch, and perhaps a possible fuck-mate held my hand and ran it down to every single inch of her skin.

"It's not fair."

"What's not fair?"

"You didn't take off your shirt yet." Heather looked at me sternly. "I'll help you."

Heather forcefully grabbed the blue shirt and ripped it in half, leaving only a divided husk of what's left.

"What the fuck, Heather?!"

Heather immediately took off her skirt, and her underwear in the process. My God, her pussy and the folds were brightly pink. A desirable looking cunt that a big dick can fit snuggly in. And it looked tight as well. I somehow feel envious of Kurt and Ram. Of course, she threw the skirt and the underwear, because she's Heather fucking Chandler.

"Don't say a fucking word," Heather cursed. I didn't expect that this would be the last time I'd ever see the light of my bedroom, as she aggressively pinned me to the bed and sat on my face.