Liar's Tongue
Chapter 2- Stressed Out
The harsh tweet of the whistle pierced into the air, commanding a fleet of young women raced along the white lines of the orange track. Sweat bled from their glistening skin as rapid footsteps surrounded around Miku who was already nearly about to collapse.
"C'mon, Miku! Hustle!" the male coach bellowed.
She growled in response. Could he not see that she was practically struggling under sweltering sun?
Her eyes looked over to the other side of the track to see Luka crossing the finish line; her mood then turned dark when she saw him eyeing her like a kid at a candy store.
Goddamn, he mouthed, infuriating Miku to no end.
Realizing he forgot to check the time, he glanced at his stop watch, and his eyes became wide with amazement.
"One minute and thirty-seven seconds?! Outstanding, Megurine!" he called out. "See, Hatsune?" Why can't your weak-ass be like our star athlete?"
"Because I'm not her, jackass," she huffed under her breath.
The frail girl approached the thin, powdered strip of line with a sorry excuse of a jog where all the other girls had arrived with their puckered lips caged into the opening of the water bottles; Luka seems to have already downed the bottle to nothing. There was absolutely not one damn drop of clear liquid in that bottle. Miku was bent over, hands gripping at her knees to hold herself up. Her lowered head studied hard at the shadow that stared back at her while her flushed face was dripping with sweat. A ragged breath limped from her mouth but hitched when she felt something cold press against her cheek. Strained, she raised her head to find Luka with that soft smile and those warm eyes gazing back into hers.
"Need a drink?" she offered.
Miku gawked at her like an idiot before answering.
"Uh...oh! Yeah, yeah, thanks," she said and took the cool drink from her.
She stood up, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp out of it. Her panting began to slow. Feeling a little energized, she glanced over to meet the pinkette's face but was distracted by her athletic yet feminine shape. Her well-developed breasts were large enough to make any girl envious. Her clothes hugged her mature body to create an appetizing figure as well as her pert rear outlined by her tight latex shorts that only cupped her cheeks. Miku traces her eyes up and down unconsciously, and her cock grew stiff. She wanted nothing more than to to just ravish her at this very moment, especially when she is wearing her gym attire. Secretly, half of her, no most of her wanted the rumors to be true.
Luka noticed the girl's lingering eyes and her "excited little buddy" and tilted her head with curiosity.
"Miku," she started.
"Hm?" she hummed questioningly.
The athlete walked over to her, closed the space between them by enveloping her with one arm, and used her free hand to fondle the mysterious object outlining her shorts. Miku's eyes shot open, and her face swelled into a bright red. A moan threatened to breach her lips, but she managed to hold it down. She was kneading it quite thoroughly, her fingers tugging and pawing at the shape. A seductive smile lifted the corners of the other girl's lips and whispered into her ear.
"My, my Miku. I had no idea you were into something like this," she purred.
Miku pulled away from her embrace, flustered.
I...I need to go inside for a minute," she muttered and treaded off.
Luka's face fell into concern as she jogged after her.
"Wait, Mik-"
"It's fine! It'll be quick!" she announced shortly.
She stopped and watched her enter the girl's locker room. She thought about whether or not she should continue to pursue her, to see if she needed help. Inhaling, she chose to run after her, the coach not paying any mind of where they were going. She arrived at the door, creaked it open, and glanced around...nothing.
"Miku?" she called.
No response.
"Miku?"
Still no response.
Luka followed the only path that was available to her which led her to the shower room where Miku was. She was leaning against the light pink tiled walls with her head lowered to her feel. The pink-haired girl neared and stood in front of her.
"Miku."
"..."
"Look at me."
She did not obey.
Luka cupped her chin and tenderly rose her head to see her face.
"There's no need to be ashamed, honey," she said soothingly. "Now, between you and me...I'm actually into this kind of stuff, too."
Miku understood exactly what she meant. She was into bondage. Leather play. Unfortunately, that was not the case with her.
"Y-you are?" Miku stammered.
"Mhmm."
The tealette looked down again, embarrassed yet turned on after learning one of Luka's secrets.
"Umm...actually, I..." Miku dithered.
"Hmm?" Luka furrowed her eyebrows slightly.
"...can you keep a secret?"
"Sure. I told you mine, so..."
Miku felt her heart march feverishly in her chest. How was she going to react when she admits to her that she has a male counterpart? Scenarios played in her head that were enough to nearly make her faint from stress: she could laugh and not believe her, tell everyone in school, understand and accept it, or...she could live up to the rumors... an abundant of possibilities, indeed.
"I..."
"You...?"
"I-I AM a girl...it's just that..."
"Go on."
"I'm a...girl...born with a dick," she finished quietly.
Luka was silent for a second before speaking.
"That's all?" she simply asked.
Miku perked up.
"You're not disgusted?"
"Of course not. I mean, I know it's not...'the norm,' I guess, but...it exists."
A wave of relief rippled throughout her body. She knew that Luka was very popular around the school due to her wealthy background, but most people who are well-known inflict condescending looks to anyone lower them, like Miku. So for her to be accepting was truly bizarre. Guess you really don't judge a book by its cover...then she saw a blush on Luka's face.
"Uh," she nervously started, "so...about my secret...can you not tell anyone?"
"Oh! Uh, yeah, sure! Your secret it totally safe with me!"
Luka's expression relaxed.
"Thanks. God, it's so humiliating...and I really thought that you-"
"I know; it-it's fine. I won't tell anyone."
The tall girl's eyes examined hers and smiled an impish smile.
"You're such a nice girl, Miku."
Miku blushed again.
"Ahh, thanks," she smiled awkwardly.
Luka chuckled under her breath, tucked her thumbs in both sides of her shorts and pulled them to her knees to expose her peachy member. The pink wolf eyed it with hunger, turned around to force the tip to view her leather coated ass. Miku gulped at the sudden change of situation.
"L-Luk-ah!"
Luka cut her off with a firm grasp around her cock and shoved into the skin-tight cheek of her latex shorts. She gasped at the warm feeling blanketing her pulsating member. Feeling daring, the sly girl pressed against her balls, rubbing it in every direction to make sure she received intense pleasure. Desperate for control, Miku gripped at her hips to peel her off, but Luka made it utterly impossible, for she was stronger and was dominant.
"Luka-ohhhh, fuuuuuck..." she groaned helplessly.
She was entranced by Luka's willies. How was she to escape from her sexual torture. Her eyes fluttered into the back of her head from a blurry of pleasure.
It just felt so damn good...
"Enjoying yourself?" asked Luka playfully.
"K-kyaaah...!" muffled Miku.
She pouted insidiously.
"Oh, come on. Why don't you tell me how it feels having your dick teased?"
"No-ahh!"
"Miku..."
She grinds faster against her trembling meat, leather exploring every inch of it. The helpless girl bucked her hips...she's about to cum, Luka thought. After giving one, final, good rub, Miku's cock wriggled itself out, holding in her release as she panted.
"So...I'll ask again; how does it feel having your dick teased?"
Haze snowed over Miku's eyes like a rough blizzard. She felt as though her legs would become jelly if she did not have an opportunity to rest, yet she wanted more...more of Luka. With such an unbearable thought, she let out a whine for the girl to proceed.
"We'll pick up on this tomorrow," Luka promised. "Just meet me in the bathroom before first period starts."
The alluring sound of Luka's voice captured Miku's heart. She was completely under her charm, a charm that was unfathomably difficult to free herself from. She knew this all too well, and a troubling thought wandered into her mind...does Luka actually have an emotional attachment to the girl, or was she only playing with her feelings? The questions weighted themselves into her chest and just sat there alone like an echoing unanswered statement.
AIN'T GOOD AT DOIN' SEX SCENES BUT HEY IT'S A LIVING
oh yeah, and i'm working on ch 3 right now so yep!