Johanna Mason simply stood, taking in the prospect of having to compete in th Games for a second time. For most it would be a terrifying and daunting thinig to face. Not for her, she wasn't scared. Or perhaps she was, maybe that's why she had come here, to wipe the fear away and comfort herself.
She stood in her bathroom, the luxuries of the Capitol protrding from every concievable corner. All she cared about, however, was the mirror. She looked deep and long into it, taking in the georgeous beauty reflected within it. The figure within it stood bare and bold, flesh rippling with goosebumps. It's breasts were perfectly rounded and squeezable, perched loftily upon it's chest, it's nipples beginning to perk up in desire and anticipation. It's curves were tempting, smooth and rolling, not too much, and not too little, the type of curve that just blends and accepts embrace. The lines on the figure's abdomen were suttle and sensual, the lusty dipps of a washboard like stomach. It's thighs were firm and rounded cradling between them a warm fleshy pink opening. The figure's green eyes stared back with wide pupils and expression that was all too familiar. Hunger, desire need. This was Johanna Mason.
Johanna soaked in the beauty of her own body, even that being enough to send a tingle through her body and a wetness to her core. She traipsed over to the ridge of the tub and sat on it, delicately tracing the rim of pleasure. A gentle soft moan escaped her lips. Contary to popular beleif, Johanna hadn't had very many sexual experiences in her life. But she still remebered them. And never would she forget the very first time she had experienced the glory of intamacy. Even now the memory was powerful enough to send her fingers dipping into the wetness. She moaned once more.
It had been the summer before she would be sent into her very first Hunger Game. The air was warm, but it mingled with a cool breeze. She was with all the other women planting the seeds for new trees that would replace those cut down and logged by their men that year. She was seventeen, her breasts had long scince blossomed, and her lips were plush and kissable. Yet this was the first time in a long time she hadn't been focusing on herself, letting her own temptations drive her into pleasure. Ahead of her stood another girl, also seventeen whose beauty matched, possibly even surpassed that of Johanna: Selena. Her hair was blond, much lighter thatn that of Johanna's brown, and glinted in the sun. Her eyes were a stunning brown and her mouth was indescribably beautiful. Yet even better was the fact that the heat was starting to set in, and the sheen of sweat was starting to make Selen's shirt stick to her frame, revealing her tempting curves that caused Johanna's mind to dive into wild places. Yet everytime Selena would bend over to plant another seed into the ground, her shirt would dip wide open, revealing a pair of firm round breasts.
Johanna couldn't take it after ten more minutes and rushed off with her excuse "I have to go to the bathroom". She darted through the trees until she found a beautiful clearing overgrown with meadow grass and flowers. Sighing with anticipation, she peeled of her clothes and hung them from an overhead branch. The grass sent rippling sensations up her spine and across her inner thighs as she sat slowly upon the grass, a pleasant flowery aroma in her nostrills. She slowly slid a finger, then two, then three into her warm folds, quivering. Her mind came alive with the image of Selena, nude, stradling her, lips locked onter her own. She moaned. She slid her fingers out and then back in. And then again, faster. Then faster. Soon the clearing became alive with wet smacking sounds.
Her imagination had moved onwards, Selena's tounge sliding past her folds, when a rustling sounded. Johanna opened her eyes, the image fading. She attempted to stop but couldn't, the pleasure was too enticing. She did manage to slow down however. Another figure walked into the clearing. Selena, the real one. Her shirt and bra had already been removed and slung over her shoulder, leaving her bare breasts to bounce with each step, the pants that wrapped her legs the only thing that kept Johanna from orgasm.
Selena looked up, noticing Johanna propped up against her tree, fingers gliding into her wetness. "Oh! I'm sorry! Didn't mean to walk in! I thought I was the only one who used this place! I can go...come back later. I'm so sorry."
"No. no that's fine. I'll go." Johanna replied, flushed.
"No! Why make you give up your pleasure. I'll go"
"No!" Johanna cried out. "Stay"
Selena smiled, an unbelievably cute smile. "Alright, but I'll give you some privacy." She said before walking around to the otherside of the tree.
Johanna finnaly managed to stop as she strained her ears, heart pounding. She heard a faint russle and plop and pants and underwaer were removed and thrown into the grass. Then came the sound of a body shifting upon the grass, getting comfortable. Then there was deadening silence for a minute or two before there came a moan. Johanna felt her muscles contract, more wetness added to the mix. Then came the sound of wet flesh beating against itself, growing louder and louder. Johanna struggled to form a visual in her mind but for some reason couldn't. She bit her bottom lip. She couldn't take this anymore. She stood up, dripping slightly, and ran around the tree. There sat Selena, breasts bumping up and down with each thrust. Her eyes flew open when she heard Johanna, and she began to drink in Johanna's body. Without thinking, Johanna threw herself onto the blond, strandling her, and planted her lips on the other's. Selena screamed into Johanna's mouth and Johanna felt a warm fluid spray itself all over her thighs, dropplets pelting her own sensitive skin triggering her own orgasm. She saw the fluid sprinkle itself all over Selena's washboard stomach and out of sheer compulsion she thrust herself against Selena, sweet areas coliding sending up more sprays and screams. Johanna clenched her jaw so hard it hurt while Selena screamed out loud "Oh! Yes! Yes! AAAARRRGGGHHH!" The high-pitched shout was the swwetest thing Johanna had ever heard.
Johanna's eyes snapped open as her muscles convulesed. Again. And again. And again. She was back in the bathroom and her fingers appeared as a blur. Loud wet spattering sounds rang out as each pulse of pleasure sent a stream across the bathroom, drenching the mirror, dousing her own reflection. The image of herself basking in her pleasure brought on another wave. Selena would very well bring her comfort to soothe the pain up until she faced the Arena once more, but, until then, it was just her and Selena. Sensuous, georgeous Selena.