Surprise mothafucka. I bet you all thought I abandoned this story. WRONG. I'm just busy as fuck…anyway, remember to comment, favorite, and follow. Thanks for reading you hormonal little shits.
"Don't worry," whispered Drew. "It's just one little kiss, right?"
Annabeth licked her lips, preparing herself for what was to come. She leaned forward, her head inches from the soft delicate skin of Drew's cheek. The imprint from her hand was still red, and the girl's eyes were puffy from crying.
Just as she was about to place a kiss, Drew quickly turned her head, letting their lips crash into each other. The two passionately made out for a brief moment before Annabeth pulled back, her breath suddenly short.
"Drew!" she breathed. "I-I thought you…what are you doing?"
The Asian teen blushed deeply, her eyes flickering back and forth. "Sorry, I just…I couldn't help myself. Are you mad?"
"What? I thought you would be mad at me!" Annabeth exclaimed. "You kissed me!"
Drew audibly sighed. She sat on her legs with her hands in her lap, nervously playing with some of the rings she wore. She slowly brushed her hair over one ear, took in a deep breath, and looked up at Annabeth.
"I need to tell you something," she said as quietly as possible.
Annabeth's curiosity spiked. "What is it?" she asked cautiously.
"It's about the letter I was holding earlier, the one that I left in your cabin."
"Yes? Go on," she replied, trying to pry more information out of Drew.
"See, the thing is, it was an anonymous letter that confessed my love for someone…"
Annabeth waited. If she was correct in what she thought was going on, then that would mean big problems in the future. "You mean Malcom or someone else right?"
"No…" she responded, hesitant to reveal herself. "It was for you…"
Annabeth gulped, her fears now fully revealed. She was right; Drew wanted her, and if she was willing to entirely forgive all that had just happened, it was clear she wanted her badly.
"Look," she started, her hands fiddling with the straps of her lingerie. "If there's anything I've learned from these past few moments, it's that it doesn't matter who you love, as long as you truly love them. I love Percy because he's the best person I know in this world. He's kind, he's thoughtful, but most of all, he would go to the ends of this world just to save a friend. But," she continued. "I love all of my friends in so many different ways and for so many reasons, and none of them would ever hurt me. How can you say you love me Drew? I've never been exactly nice to you, and especially after today's incident, what would make you say that?"
Drew let out a small smile. "When I look at you, I don't see someone who's hurt me. I see someone who has amazing ambition. I see a caring friend who fights for what is right, even at the cost of her own life. I admire you more than you can understand, and now, after years of struggling with my feelings, I can finally tell you that I love you Annabeth Chase. There is nothing in this world or Elysium that I want more than to make love to you, right here, right now."
Annabeth's cheeks flushed red, her breathing short and flustered. "I-I don't know what to say…"
"Then don't," whispered Drew as she leaned in to once more to entwine her lips with the shocked daughter of Athena.
The two's lips, both soft and full, met each other yet again, and for a lingering moment, they were one. Slowly they separated making hesitant eye contact and an understanding passed between the two in a heartbeat.
Suddenly Annabeth tore off Drew's clothes, throwing them off to the side in the dim-lit attic. Her body was flawless, as would be expected from a daughter of Aphrodite. Her skin was smooth and toned, her legs long and shapely, and almost all the hair on her body had been shaved away except for a small landing strip above her glistening mound. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she leaned forward to unstrap the lingerie clinging to Annabeth's body.
"Drew, you're so beautiful. You're body…it's…it's perfect."
She blushed ever so slightly. "Being the daughter of Aphrodite has its perks," she commented.
Once the two girls were both completely naked, they sat cross legged from each other, examining each other's bodies with a renewed interest. Occasionally their eyes would meet and they would both blush, the excitement of having sex in the attic of the Big House rushing through their blood. After almost ten minutes of doing nothing but looking, Drew broke and lunged into Annabeth's arms, her stiff nipples poking into delicate skin.
Where she had been sitting was a small wet spot, left over from her evident arousal. She began kissing her way down the blonde girl's chest, making sure to pay extra attention to the ever hardening points of her chest. She licked and sucked a path all the way to the smooth shaven mound and the entrance to Annabeth's wet slit. Her hole was seeping juices onto the wooden floor.
Drew immediately thrust her tongue into the flowing nectar and lapped at the river of fluid that ran down her cunt and in between her ass cheeks. It tasted slightly of honey; the sweetness of Annabeth's natural flavor surprising her.
"Wow," she panted. "You taste really good."
"So I've been told," she said smiling.
She paused licking and teasing to open the puffy lips of the moaning blonde girl. Her pussy smelled sweet, especially with Drew's saliva mixed in. The inside of her delicious hole was colored a bright pink, contrasting with the smooth white skin of Annabeth's legs perfectly.
Once again she dove back in to assault her sex, nibbling and twisting, sucking and licking nonstop with a vigorous intensity.
"Oh gods, Drew," she moaned. "Where did you learn this?"
With a mouthful of Annabeth's sap she smiled. "I'm the daughter of the goddess of sex," she laughed. "I didn't have to learn it anywhere."
A few minutes later and the daughter of Athena lay on the floor, wriggling from an intense orgasm, her slit gushing out fluid onto the now soaked floor.
End of Part 22