JANE'S POV

We waited. After the dreaded return of silence, we waited. A familiar hum of collected laughter arises beneath the filter of the floors, before the the triadic rythmic ticks of the drummer's clacking drumsticks brought the return of the buzzing tones, blessing us with a welcomed din that set to continue to mask the session of me and Daria. Giving a small sigh of relief, I look to see Daria glaring at me, or at least that's what it looks like. With her squinting due to her lack of her lenses, it's hard to tell.

"Get off" she orders.

I oblige. Quickly. Have I pissed her off? Perhaps she thought due to her orgasm that our 'ritual' had ended: An uninspired, brief and, ironically, anti-climactic climax. I wouldn't want for her to think that was it. It was simply a warm up. Foreplay. I hope she understands that. I admittedly hadn't even expected her to cum from rubbing alone. Then again, it was both our first time and for all I know, she's probably never even touched herself before any of this.

"Daria-" I go, shuffling to intervene with her adjustments on the bed, when I was quietened by the sight of her peeling from her body her own amber top. Shaking that bouncy bundle of hair from her front, she bashfully tosses the item aside and squints over at me. "Lay back" she instructs, in that monotone.

Something about her sudden authorititative composure sends an exquisite dart of arousal through me, electrifying my senses, and I obey, laying back on the bed for her. She quickly moves on top of me and I feel my face burn hotly, as she gazes down at me, and fumbles with her own bra strap, slipping the garment from her milky white shoulders and throwing it aside to join her other abandoned accessories. I gulp, the two sets of eyes staring me down. It's impossible now to tell if it's Trent's rehersal or my own thudding organ beating in my ears. Awkwardly, Daria maneuvers to position her knee down inbetween my legs and proceeds to press the joint up against my own region, causing me to gasp softly. She pins me down, fiercley holding my wrists into the duvet and silences me with her own lips. I squirm and whimper, as she brings her knee between my legs in a thrusting motion, again and again. This was a lot more direct than when I'd technically dry-humped her, having only teased her with the motion of our hips, but here, she was diliberately aiming her joint into my clit, essentially kneeing me in the groin.

Her forceful nature causes all the imaginative scenarios in that cursed book to come flooding back into my perception. Here, I thought perhaps I would've been the one to lead her through with this occassion, but it seemed the hunter has become the hunted. I am now at this girl's mercy and... shit, she's stronger than she looks! I begin seriously straining against her hold and I feel this buzz that practically switches off any attempts of protest, as she growls quietly into my mouth, slipping her tongue past my ruby red lips, to steal my voice it seems. I let her take me. I let her use me and my frame involuntarily spasms from the joyous feelings that spreads through my body. My hands, suddenly finding the strength once more to break free from my friend's restraining palms, clasp around her, holding her as close to me as possible. The intimate grabbing brings her to kiss the sides of my neck and I almost howl from the act. She ravages my newly discovered weak spot, kissing, licking and occassionally nipping my throat and I bare my teeth, the ecstacy almost unbareable.

"Fuck, Daria..." I breathe, feeling myself be taken hostage by pleasure. "Criminey... wait... wait" I object softly, and Daria seizes in her frantic efforts. She sits up, releasing me. Smiling, I go to remove my own bra, and upon disposing of it off to the side, I snatch ahold of her again, bringing her forward strongly, so I could suck on her tits.

"Woah, slow down!" Daria exclaims.

"Uh-huh" I mumble, between the powerful licks and sucking on Daria's breasts.

She pants, arching her back some. "I'm serious. I nearly bashed my friggin' head on the wall"

"Sorry"

"No, you're not" she argues faintly, feeling herself get swept up by pleasure again.

"You've too many brain cells as it is, Daria" I humor. "One little bump isn't gonna bring the whole fleet and formation down"

The chocolate haired darling groans, both at my statement, and at my passionate tenderisation of her chest. "If you weren't... trying your damnest t-to... milk me like some highland hefer, I'd... clobber you by now"

"Sheesh, I love you too dude"

My affectionate comment isn't reciprocated. Instead, I'm blessed by more of Darias deep moans, as she allows me grab, kiss and nuzzle her breasts. This feels unreal. I continue my assertion over her smart-ass, as I shuffle further beneath her to trail kisses along her exposed belly. As my lips leave their warm stamps along her flesh, they meet the waistline of her skirt and I go to unhook the clothing, flinging it off and away, leaving her down to her underwear. I watch her stomach tense into a hard, firm state, indicating she's perhaps uncertain, or at the very least anticipating my next move. She's quitened down again too. My previously smooth and confident handiwork having slowed into a hesitant contemplation. Chewing my lip, I slip my digits under the rim of her panties and go to lower them, just so the material behind slips just under her buttocks. Taking a deep breath, I slip the garment down more, to unveil the soaked material, where threads of quim latched to the cotton and her pussy lips practically gleamed at me. Daria flinches and pants again. I tilt my head back, and see her head hang down, her face blushing furiously, eyes closed, from embarrassment.

"W-whatever you're doing... h-h-hurry up" she whimpers, pleaing desperately.

That confident exterior that had paralysed me moments ago has melted away, and her frightened inner centre, the one I love to tease so much upon its sighting, provokes me to delve further. I smirk at her and she feels my eyes, trembling, as she feels my fingers too, going to venture between her wet labia. "What's the hurry?" I innocently pry. "What exactly are you wanting me to do?"

She bares her teeth, inhaling through them, her chest heaving, as she shakes her head. "I don't know" she squeaks, admitting her cluelessness. It would seem I was right from the start. She desired a more dominant approach, but it looked as if Daria has little knowledge of what two women do together like this.

That's cute.

It makes me wanna be an asshole to her.

As tempting as it is to test her out with a finger, I don't wanna put her off by making her think she has to 'bite the pillow' in anticpation. Instead, I shuffle even lower. She blinks at me. "Just how much maintenance are ya gonna do to fix this leak?" she jokes. However, it seems more as an effort to calm herself, as she watches me. Comparing me to a mechanic who's fixing a car did make me chuckle a little though.

"Not doing well for the mood here, amiga" I say.

"Sorry..." she quietly utters.

"C'mere, dude" I whisper, urging her to sit up. She looks down at me, total bewilderment on her face, as she sees my head sandwhiched between her thighs. "Make one comment about how this looks like a circus act, I'm kicking you out that door" I mention, rather harshly to her. She goes wide eyed, seconded by clasping her hands over her mouth, as I go to lick her pussy, locking her thighs in a firm hold.

Her muffled squeals are magical, but her taste is even more so. I can't say for sure if I'm any good at this or not. My attention is practically non-existant. My tongue and lips just go to explore everything I can at once, and the rapid exploration only serves to make my friend shiver even more. I feel myself burning alive, my own region completely soaked and craving attention. However, its a need that goes ignored, as I bury myself in further to Daria's hidden centre. I shyly poke my tongue into her slit and she wails ecstaticly. I can't reach my tongue in as much I want to, and my yap keeps making such loud sucking noises, I hope I'm not putting her off. However, I soon find the bookworm slip her fingers into my messy locks and grip hard, practically going to bring me to be almost suffocated in her groin. I try to breath through my nose alone, as she desperately begins thrusting her hips into my face. The vibrations of my own moans make her region tremble with excitement. I feel myself grow even more wet, if possible, at her demanding nature returning to her, as she reigns me into her. I suck her clit, hard.

"J-Jane... it's... it's happening again" she warns me in heated breaths.

I groan into her cunt. "Cum for me, Daria"

She does and she arches herself towards the ceiling, as if trying to escape my clutches, as I bring her to orgasm for the second time. She screams. I feel the bud I sucked on throb in my mouth, upon my tongue, as a telltale she's found her moment of euphoria. She gives a last squeak, as I bring my lips from her pussy and she collapses back onto the bed. I grin.

"You doin' alright over there amiga?" I question to her. No reply. Her head is probably swimming. I chuckle and rub her arm some. "Alright then. Let me just clean up and-" I say, going to get up, when my arm is yanked and I'm forced back into the bed. "HEY!"

"Is this some sorta joke to you?" she quires, a little angry.

I'm totally confused. "The heck, Daria? I'm just-"

"You're not even gonna let me try the same for you?" she snaps a little. I'm taken aback. My heart skips a beat.

"You wanna... do the same for me?" I clarify. She nods quietly. She goes to sit herself on the floor, at the foot of the bed, and pulls me over, going to remove my shorts and tights that've still been on all this time. I go to stroke her hair, trying to instigate some calm and tenderness, but she only gets more rough in her movement... which I have no problem with. However, like me, when it got down to the panties, she hesitates for a moment and stares a little blankly at me.

"You can't wish them away" I kid.

"Shut up"

Shakily, she removes the last of my undergarments and her face turns a slight pale in shock, as she's exposed to my region. Unlike me, however, she seems to freeze in the state of time. "Yo... um. You know, you don't have to if you don't want to" I assure. It's kinda something one has to wrap their head around as a queer woman, going down on another gal. It's a little daunting first time. I sorta admit I was a bit surprsied, but only briefly. As an artist who's drawn life models, nudity is a familiar shock for everyone, but it's championed pretty quickly. But, it seems Daria is a little slower in letting the factor sink in.

"Alright. C'mon dude" I usher, taking her hand and guiding her up to sit on the bed with me.

"S-sorry... I didn't mean to chicken out" she sighs, annoyed, as she rests her head on my shoulder.

"It ain't no sweat. There's other things we can do" I say with a smile.

"Like what?"

"Simple"

I scooch myself back on the bed, till my back meets the headrest. Parting my legs for my friend, I shoot her a coy smirk, before going to part my own pussy lips and slip two fingers inside myself. I watch the surprise on her face, and she watches with intrigue, as I masturbate in front of her. "J-just... " I attempt, my words slipping away, as I pleasure myself for her. "With your fingers, you can reach pretty deep... and when you curl them inward..." I moan, and that beckons her to crawl over to me. I remove my own digits and beam in anticipation for her. "Yeah?"

Take two.

She moves in to kiss me and I purr against her lips, feeling her shuffle closer to me. She traces her fingertips along my body and I chuckle at one point, as she feels my sides, unintentionally tickling me. Caressing my legs, cupping my breasts, I feel her drink me in, not just with her hands, but her eyes. Those wide, curious eyes, wanting to absorb as much as they can. Cupping her face, I kiss her once more, and guide one of her hands to my burning area. She pauses, mentally preparing herself and goes to cup and gently rub my pussy. I moan softly, smiling at her. While her lips don't move, her eyes appear to smile back at me. As her fingers take as much of my wetness to them, she braces herself, as she inserts the first finger to me. My smile broadens on my stupid face and my legs go to wrap around her, making her jump a little in surprise. With her free hand on my thigh, she starts to thrust into me, watching my reaction. Closing my eyes, I let her touch take me away. Her motions become bolder, as she pumps the finger into me a bit harder, accompanying it with a second. My noises become more raw and I grunt in satisfaction, as she finds the spot most sought after. As she continues, I reach to rub my clit.

Sighing in contentment of my friend making love to me, I begin to notice her want to thrust her hips into me, trying to match the pace for her hips with the rthym of the fingers at the same time. I blush furiously at the unspoken statement, but then an idea occurs to me, to perhaps make things easier for her. I take her by the wrist, bringing to a slow and still her busy hand. "What's wrong?" she asks with concern. "No good?"

Fuck me, she's adorable.

"I think I have something more to your liking" I explain, moving myself up from the bed and going to my drawers. Beneath some sets of clothing, I have hidden a toy. More accurately, a strap-on. Her face goes beet red. "I figure this may play more to your liking" I say silkily, presenting her with the accessory. After a moment, she goes to put it on. When she's finished adjusting it, she gulps, seeing me assume the doggy-style position, and she quickly mounts me, like some animal. I give out a small gasp, as she eases the toy inside me and she holds me, letting me get used to the silicone, before she starting bringing her hips into mine.

Fucking hell. This feels so good!

As she leans on me, arms linking around me, I feel her breasts press into my upper back and my heart pounds. Tending to my pulsing clit, I look over my shoulder, watching her take me. Her hips swiftly meets my ass, and I let my upper half fall into the bed.

The incredible noise from downstairs persists. Only now, I'm praying for the musical onslaught not to end before we do. I listen out and catch on to the particular song they're practicing. Grunting, rubbing more furiously at my clit, I'm then taken off guard as Daria snatches a little of my hair and holds my head firm into the blanket, as she continues fucking me. "Yeah, you like this?" she pries, still in that monotone she somehow has managed to keep. My arousal is sent into overdrive, as her authoritative side rears its head again and I meet her with a horny reply.

"Fuck, yes. I love it"

"Yeah? You like me treating you like dirt?"

Is she trying to meet up with the characterisation of the girls I'd drawn?

"Yes" I dreamily sigh.

"Show me how much you love it..." she groans, gripping my hair tighter.

"Fuck me, Daria!" I exclaim, and she rams her hips harder into me. I cry out, feeling tears of pleasure sting the corners of my eyes. This feels amazing. I can't believe this is even happening. And I can finally meet up with my friend's demands. I feel that familiar tide rising. It's getting closer. "You're making me cum, Daria!"

She grabs my wrists and lays into me with what feels like all her stamina. The impending crash. The anticipated rupture. I cum and cry out loudly, as I reach my state of bliss. We stop, just in the time. Silence reigns again. Panting, covered in sweat, we remain in our pose for a moment, letting the air settle and she pulls out of me.

The morning light stares in like a motherfucker and I groan, trying to turn away from the rude intrusion. Yawning, I awake to find Daria beside me, beneath the sheets with me, nude. Her hair is all frazzled and her arms are practically around me. I'm not that much of a prat to not remember what happened last night. It was what happened after we did it. Did I just pass out? How fucking lame. I grimace, pinching the bridge of my nose, as I lay there with an immense sigh. "Christ..."

Daria stirs and her eyes bat open. "Morning"

"Um... yo"

"Do I detect the uncertainty or regret of what happened last night?" she addresses point blank.

"What? No! Of course not... just..." I hesitate, trying to find the right words. "Hope that you enjoyed it"

She's quiet for a small moment that feels like a painful eternity. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you, you sadist? "Um... yeah. I enjoyed it" she finally answers. "Are we... girlfriends then?"

I wasn't prepared for that. "I guess. I mean... I want for us to be... that being if that's what you want too"

"Well, yeah. I just don't want either of us to think that what happened was purely alcohol influenced" she reasons.

"Well, they say drunk words are sober thoughts" I imply dumbly. I'm not even so sure how true those words are.

She frowns, insulted. "THAT'S your take on all of this?"

"What I mean is... you wouldn't have just let me do that to you, right? Evidently, you must've wanted to do this with me for some time". She goes quiet, processing, contemplating what I've said and she looks away. "H-hey, I'm not trying to corner you or outsmart you or anything, right?" I softly approach, rubbing her back. "I just thought... it makes sense of things if I know you've wanted me, like I've wanted you... for some time" I confess, feeling my face heat up again after saying that. She keeps her focus away from me and I sigh. I feel like a moron. "P-please, Daria..." I say quietly, dimly. She grants me the satisfaction of meeting my gaze. I see in her own is conflict. Inner conflict.

"I... didn't wanna lose you" she admits shakily.

I pull her in for an embrace, seeing that we both had fears of losing each other to our true feelings. She sniffles and gives a small sigh and I run my fingers through her hair. She shuffles along in the comfortable sea of covers and cuddles up to me, resting her head on my chest. I feel happy, knowing I don't have to be some lone wolf, isolated in a cold, overpopulated, stupid old world. There's another wolf out there, like me... with me... and she's not afraid to be a freak like me too.

The End