The Night Before
Light twinkles into my eyelids and the rushing of a faucet pulls me from the planet of really cute boys named Shane. I don't know what's going on, but there's a space in the bed next to me and the covers have been moved.
Tori comes into the room from the direction of the bathroom. Even in the darkness, I can see the tube of special ointment in her hand as she's putting it into her bedside drawer. The weird thing is that she said she was getting the foam from now on because it felt weird putting the ointment on daily.
She probably doesn't see my opened eyes in the darkness and just slips back into bed. It's more like a fall really, and I would have tried to help her if she didn't land on her pillow and sprawl herself on her bed. Oh yeah, I was sleeping over since we worked late on our project.
I'm a sound sleeper, but I don't pass out the way she did. My guess is that she took some kind of fast-acting cold medicine, or maybe she was just really tired. The sun isn't even up, I don't blame her. Still, that was one really awkward fall. One time my brother passed out like that during church after he drank the stuff in the cup they tell you not to drink.
Before I could make it back to dreamland, I spied something with both of my eyes. I don't have night vision, but if I did that would be really cool, yet I see some kind of bulge on the surface of Tori's pajama pants. It looks very familiar.
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If there's one thing I hate, its getting text messages in the middle of the night.
But there's one thing I used to hate more than that. Getting texts from Cat Valentine in the morning, whether she's at home or sleeping over. I always roll over in the latter, looking at those cerulean seeing orbs that study me every time, like she knows she's done an annoying thing and she knows she's going to get away with it.
To clear something up, I call them 'cerulean seeing orbs' because I stayed over at Cat's house last week and had to play her brother's favorite game, Dogs & Werewolves, with them for almost half an hour. Its this really nerdy game where all of the languages the characters use have to sound like Ye' Olde English. My character was Breda, the Black Witch of the North who had almost twenty points put towards Charisma.
But I digress, anyway I pull out my phone from the confines of my cleavage and ready myself for the inevitable text from Cat. There's no giggling or breathing behind my back, so I know Cat didn't spend the night. Honestly, what a shame.
I read the sender's name, Cat, of course, and open the message with sleep still in my eyes. Her bubbly, "leet" speak brings a smile to my face, and I take the time to decode her under-cased and misplaced 'e's and 'o's.
From what I've put together, the spell-checked message comes out like this: "Jade, read this when you're alone. Okay, so I slept over at Tori's tonight and I woke up feeling funny. You know when you do that thing for me with your mouth? Did you sneak into Tori's house and do it while I was sleeping?"
Heh-hem. I raise one eyebrow, and then I sluggishly type out my reply. Cat's one-of-a-kind, in more ways than I'm going to say, but where did she get the idea that I'd break into Vega's house without a good reason? No, even with a good reason. I mean, her father's a cop.
The message goes back to Cat, leaving me to lay inside my den of woe and stare at the moonless sky through my window. Did she really have to text me about something so ridiculous? Okay, this is Cat I'm talking about here, but really, even I wouldn't go that far just to get a Cat-snack. If she wanted my attention at this hour, she should have slept over at my house. This is her fault, not mine.
When the lyrics to Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones reverberates in my chest, I pull my Pearphone out again and shiver with anticipation. If Cat was indicating what I think she was indicating, then maybe she couldn't wait and decided to jerk herself off next to Tori.
I feel an odd compulsion to strangle Tori Vega as I open the new text that was titled 'PLZ READ NSFW!'. This text was filled with upper-cased letters and, I can't believe this, but Cat's spelling has improved. Maybe she should type like this more often.
The bulk of this message reads: "TORI HAS A PENIS!" written three times in a row.
Hnh. I exhale through my nose, drying my nostrils as I read the first line about Tori having a penis again. Cat probably had a bad dream. Before I get the chance to type a reply, another message from Cat appears with the title 'Im rly sorry'. When I open this one, I can see that she must have calmed down to type lower-case again.
It reads, and I quote: "I sucked on it while she was sleeping. Sry, I couldnt help it."
Oh my god.
Oh. My. God!
What the chiz was she thinking? She gave Tori a hummer...while she was sleeping!? And let's go back a second here, Tori has a penis!? What the flying #%f was Tori doing with one? There's no way this is...could it be? Tori and I haven't had a good relationship in the past, but I got a look at her medical records. There weren't any notes about that.
Okay, so maybe the doctor that delivered her didn't put that in to keep it strictly confidential. Cat's medical records didn't say anything about that either. Hospitals must have kept this sort of thing quiet. Cat never tells me whether her parents know or not, but Tori isn't Cat. Seriously, what the chiz is going on!
I furiously demand that she prove her rumor. In those dark thirty seconds of waiting, I reach down to my knee and hold it tightly, trying to soothe myself. I can't believe this is happening. How dare Tori do this to my patient? All I want to do is throttle her right now, and not in the good way!
My Rolling Stones ringtone summons my attention again and I glare into my phone's bright screen. Damn, I hit the wrong button. Getting back to the list of recent messages, I see the one from Cat that says 'IM NOT LYING' with three exclamation marks.
There's an attachment with two pictures on this one. I open the first one and almost scream.
Cat's picture shows what is unquestionably a 'cock' resting face-down on Tori's lap. And if I know my male body parts, its ejaculated recently and shrunken down to the size of a small pear. It wasn't even clean. The white spots on the tip and around the base of the shaft were evidence of Cat's foul attrition.
I've always taken care of the clean-up for her so I understand why she left it like that. I'm so furious with that girl right now, I won't instruct her on how to clean up her mess. I move to the second attached photo, and almost choke on a large wad of saliva.
She's wrapped her sweet, non-glossed lips on Tori's undeserving, ungrateful, disgusting, unaware, and inferior 'head'. Her eyes are closed and her face is drawn, pushing her tongue against her cheek, and from the way the picture looks I think she's enjoying this pose. God Cat, why?
The small tears forming in my eyes are in no way related to any part of what I've witnessed. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
This isn't the time to be sad, and I'm not going to be a pity cushion. I'm a pity pillow, nothing else. That's what I was when Cat came to me with her secret, and that's what I am now. Officially, nothing between me and Cat has changed. Cat is practically a pet, waiting for her owner to scratch her where she likes it.
Tori is the one that's changed. My whole perception of her, everything I didn't like about her and everything that I half-liked about her before is just an outdated stereotype now. There's a whole new list of things that I can do to Tori now, all thanks to my gender-confused pet and her Pearphone.
Beginning my new crusade, I text Cat back and ask her how it felt - being the flutist instead of the flute - and imagined her giving fellatio to that sleeping harlot. God that makes me hot. The seconds pass and Cat texts me back, telling me that it felt like sucking a warm popsicle. I don't disagree.
And when Tori released, Cat got scared and tried to cover the 'tip' with her hand. Stupid, she's seen me do it how many times and she still acts afraid of it, and when it's not even her doing the releasing? Sigh. I text back, ordering her to send me a few more pictures from different angles, and ask that she take at least two with her lips on Tori. I want one with Cat kissing the tip, and one with her halfway down the shaft.
Shockingly, the pictures arrived sooner than Cat's other messages. There's a max of four pictures per attachment on Cat's phone, but she's sent me what I want. Satisfied with Cat's beautiful photography, I send her a complimenting message back and tell her to try and lick Tori clean. We don't want her waking up with her secret all over her lap.
Oh boy Vega, you are so busted.
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Present Day
"So how long have you had a penis, Vega?"
Jade's words sank into my lungs like poison. The spiders behind the various cleaning products in the janitor's closet probably stopped to listen in, the entire closet was quiet. I blinked a couple of times before processing the question, and my face twitched with horror that Jade West, my famous antagonist, deciphered my closely-guarded secret.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I answer innocently. Not even TRINA knows. I stop to catch my breath, which was increasing to dangerous levels, as Jade takes a step closer to me. I take a step back. She takes another.
"You can't lie to me Tori. Cat sent me pics." she pulls out her Pearphone and shows me a recent picture gallery.
"What does Cat have to, wait, Cat?" I stutter.
"Take a look." Jade finds a picture and shows me.
My heart skips a beat, and the only thing I want to know is how Jade could have possibly photoshopped this so accurately. It was a picture taken in my bedroom, practically on my bed, of Cat hanging over my...male passenger...and two of the pictures showed her actually sucking me!
Cat took these pictures?
Oh my god! Cat sucked on it? How could I sleep through something like that, there's no way cough medicine works that well! And yet this explains why my pajama bottoms were moist this morning. I assumed it was because of a wet dream, I should have known better after all that activity. Cat easily could have woken up before me and seen exactly what I saw last night!
"Come on, you can tell me Tori. We're friends, remember?" she hisses with that dominatrix tone, closing her phone in front of me.
"The last time you said that, you stranded me on some deserted highway!" I defend myself, but somehow Jade's eyes just aren't backing off.
"You jumped out of my car and said you'd walk the rest of the way." she replies in a voice so calm it sounds rehearsed.
"BECAUSE you were plotting my untimely death!" I try to scream, just as Jade closes the distance and takes me into her clutches.
Oh god, she's holding it. Her hand's squeezing, ugh, please let go! I shouldn't have worn jeans, she's serious and she knew exactly where to squeeze to weaken me.
Her deathly grip paralyzes my lower body and I realize now just how strong Jade is. My legs are giving way, but she hefts me with her hand between my legs. I open my mouth to cry for help, but she anticipates this and slams her palm against my mouth as she forces me against the wall. I swear, the look in her eyes is so stimulating.
Terrifying I mean! Ow, ow, she's squeezing again! Dag it, Jade. My next muffled scream comes out more like a pained moan, and no matter what I do, Jade has me pinned. There's no doubt she figures I'm enjoying this. I'm not, not in the least. If I had any control in my arms right now, this would be a girl-on-girl...closet brawl. Seriously, I'm sick of Jade abusing me. If I could just ball my fist I'd club her.
"You're glowing Tori and I've got you by the balls. Oh I'm sorry...do you even have those?" she whispers to me, and whatever part of my soul she's sucking out is starting to feel good. I'd fuck her. Wait, no, I'd kill her. Right now, in this closet if I could. I swear I would.
"Let go! Let go!" I would shout if she didn't have her mouth covering my head. I mean, her hand covering my mouth. I rush my tongue out and taste something sweet.
"Oh-ho! You're licking me now!?" Jade relishes, trying to intimate me and closing her eyes like she's getting something out of simple self-defense. "You must really like it when I put my hand right here, huh? Yes you do."
Ohhhhh... I don't want her to stop. Her wrist is irritating and massaging me at the same time. Jade's definitely caught on and I'm trembling in her grasp, she flattens her hand against me and pushes up and down, up and down. Every movement stirs a new feeling of Jade inside me, and the force of her grip is reaching its peak.
Then she just...lets go of me, all of a sudden, all haphazard, and I want to grab her hand and make her put it back.
I don't remember to stop licking her hand until the pleasure is gone for five seconds. Even when my tongue retreats, she keeps her hand on my mouth. She grins, for once not because I'm in pain or humiliated, and unthinkably she grabs my zipper and wrenches it down, stripping my jeans from my body.
"Really? White panties?" she frowns at me with a cocksure expression.
What's it to her anyway, I'm the one being violated! She's being cocky and slowly tugging my jeans down with her foot, and with her free hand she starts measuring my length. I try to move again, but her ridiculous strength holds me on the wall while she's touching me, getting a feel for my rising underwear and making the situation even worse with her padding.
Fine. I don't care anymore, if she's going to do me, just do it. My eyes close and I wait for release-
There's a soft presence on the head of my crotch, like a kiss, right before Jade lets me go. I open my eyes with blurred vision just to watch her drain some of her spit onto her finger, then drag the finger away with the web of saliva hanging on the end until it whipped backward, moistly slapping my skin and sending a chill up my spine.
Collapsing against the wall, my pants and underwear sit around my ankles. Jade stares at me, enamored with my sighing form. I wait for her to finish her sadistic ritual, but she just stands there waiting for me to do so something.
Without saying another word, Jade smiles and leaves me to my bidding, closing the door behind her.