So, I don't know if I made it clear or not, but there is a time difference between each chapter. Whether it's a few minutes or a couple of months. I don't know if there was any confusion or not, but...
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Oh, and just a little BTW, this chapter's kinda... smuttastic. Meaning there's a hint of sex. Oh, sorry, "M-rated material".
To my amazement, Marley isn't really objecting to our… rendezvous. Whether it's in the Cheerios locker room or in a classroom after school and before Cheerios practice, I never hear Marley complain. She's coming over to my house this weekend. Just her and no one else. Even my parents will be out. Me? I'm freaking terrified. Yes, she's been at my house before, but a couple of things have definitely changed. A: I absolutely will not make fun of her, especially in song. B: no one else will be there (again, just us). C: instead of watching sappy movies and doing makeovers, we'll most likely be making out. God, it sounds so weird. Marley and I will making out. But even though it sounds strange and slightly abnormal when I say it, it's so wonderful and beautiful and… awesome when it's actually happening.
"Kitty," I hear from behind. I turn around slowly and smile as I see Marley approach my locker. She stands right next to me and smiles her 'Innocent Marley' smile but her eyes have a perverted sparkle. "Hey," she whispers, and I don't think I've ever heard something so sexually beautiful. Is that even a real combination? Can something be 'sexually beautiful'? Or is it 'beautifully sexual'?
"Hiya," I try to say it normally and without that tell-tale waver that my voice does when I'm really, really turned on, but it just shows up out of nowhere and I know that Marley hears it. Hey, it's not my fault that her face is just so… fuck-able.
I stop everything I'm doing and Marley looks at me with a worried look. "Um, Kitty?" she asks, reaching to grab my arm, but I just latch onto her hand and slam my locker shut. I drag her off to the third floor bathroom—the one no one ever occupies. Only Marley can flip my switch from 'off' to 'Damn it, I need to get out of here now before I hump everything in sight in front of everyone' with just two words. "Kitty," she says more forcefully. I stop and turn to face her, and I'm afraid that she's not fully recovered and I was moving too fast for her and she's going to pass out again and—
"Baby, you need to calm down, okay?" I nod stiffly, not at all bothered by the term of endearment. "C'mon, Kitty," she prods as she pulls me towards her. I relax as my body touches hers and I vaguely notice that we fit perfect together. "No one's around, and I've always wanted to kiss you in the hallways…"
It doesn't matter if anyone is around or not because in this moment—this singular moment—I don't care if anyone's watching when I stretch on my toes to kiss her. I don't care if anyone hears it when I prod her mouth open with my tongue and she lets out a loud moan. I don't care whose locker Marley slams me up against and I don't care if anyone comes to check out the giggling on the third floor.
"Hey, Kitten," Marley mutters into my neck. Her breath tickles my neck and my hands tangle in her long, brown hair and my hips roll into hers in response. "C'mon, Kitten, answer me." Her fingers delve into the waistband of my Cheerios spanks and I really can't help the involuntary mix between a moan and a groan that escapes my throat. She kisses a spot under my ear and it's driving my absolutely crazy.
"What," I start, but then her hands move lower and lower and suddenly it becomes a little harder to breathe without panting like a mutt. She sucks on my neck and I'm pretty sure that there's going to be a hickey there later.
"Try harder, Kitten," she sounds so seductive and so sexy and yet… so… innocent and I can't really believe that we're doing this in the school hallway.
I hear the bell that signals the start of class but it's faint and vague, so I don't really pay attention to it.
"What…" another moan lets loose as Marley's fingers explore more and more. They're a little shaky and maybe a tad bit unsure, but it's still the best thing I think I've ever felt in my entire life. "What is it…? Marley?" I'm writhing against someone's locker and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like it if they knew, but I really don't give a shit because Marley is amazing and her fingers are amazing and her shaky breaths are amazing and everything is just…. "Amazing," I breathe out. Marley chuckles and her fingers collide with outer lips and I'm pretty sure I'm dead because surely this is what heaven feels like. That held, at least, until she decides to dip in.
Honestly, I don't know whose gasp is louder, but I do know that I'm obviously dead and this is heaven and Marley is handing me a one-way ticket there one hesitant stroke at a time.
"You're so…" she pauses to travel up and she hits this spot and I swear that everything just smashed into everything and a volcano just swallowed me whole because I'm on fire. I cry out as my head slams into the locker and even Marley is panting with me now. "Wet. You're really, really wet. You're soaking, Kitty."
For some strange reason, this turns me on more but Marley's fingers have decided that now was a good time to stop. "God, Marley," I sob. "Please, please, please don't stop. God don't stop!" I'm literally humping hand now because she's way too occupied with something and she's not doing anything. That means I have to actually do something.
"Kitty," she's looking at me now and I can tell that something's wrong because her face is super red, but fuck if I'm going to stop and find out why. "Kitty," she says louder, more dominantly and I just can't stop. A Dominant Marley is a Hot Marley. Hot Marley means a really, really turned on Kitty. I can't stop on my own, but apparently, I don't have to because Marley rips her hand from my spanks and steps back a few feet.
She's looking towards her left at something, but I don't know what it is and I'm just way, way too turned on to do anything (it's a chore just to stand) so I kind of just stand there. That is, until, I hear a voice from where Marley is looking.
"I don't mean to interrupt your Sweet Lady Kisses, but Coach Sue needs to talk to you, Kitty." I let out a groan, not because I'm super hot right now, but because now is not the fucking time for Coach fucking Sue to be asking for me and I'm just really pissed off. Which, might I add, is not a good combination when paired up with an almost unbearable ache in between my legs.
I glance at Marley and she looks like she's about to pass out from all the blood in her head and I'm kind of worried, but I don't know… I'm still kind of pissed.
"Um, I'll just talk to you late, Kitty. Bye," she rushes by and I almost yell at her for leaving me—how'd Marley say it? It was a while ago… oh yeah—blue-balled but then I remember Brittany and Coach Sue and I stalk off in the direction of her office with Brittany at my side.
She's sweet, Brittany, and I'm honestly kind of mad and sad for her and Santana's relationship. I really do think that Santana's a fucking moron for breaking up with sweet, sweet Brittany, but I'm also kind of affected by Brittany's overwhelming aura of depression. So you, see, I'm always kind of a little confused with my feelings when I'm around her lately. Add unto that my anger for Coach Sue's terrible timing and my 'blue balls' and I'm just… I don't even know anymore.
"Brittany," I start, not quite sure how to word this. "Brittany, you can't tell anyone about what you saw today, okay?" I turn to look at her and see that she's just looking at the floor with those uncharacteristically dull blue eyes and a hopeless smile on her face. She lets out a humorless laugh before speaking.
"And who, Kitty, would I tell?" She looks at me with unshed tears and I just want to go to Louisville and slap Santana really hard across the face. God knows she deserves it, at least this once. "But no, I won't tell anyone. Santana didn't want to tell anyone that we were dating at first either."
I got scared. Marley and I weren't dating. We aren't dating. Brittany is wrong. "We aren't dating, Brittany. We're just…" I can't continue because I don't know what we are. Brittany just smiles a sad smile at me, though, and keeps walking down the hall with me.
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