Of Neon Butterflies

Chapter Three

Matthew lay on the couch, staring up at ugly, plain ceiling of his new cell. His entrapment of life, now forced to share the same oxygen as Kinzie. He rolled over onto his stomach, groaning a little as he closed his eyes, pretending everything would go away and he was back on top. Hell, life was pretty damn awesome when he was the leader of the Deckers. He got what he want, when he wanted it. He wanted a super-hardrive: he stole it. He wanted a lap dance: He bought it. He wanted a pack of cigarettes...well, who cares what the Saint's boss thinks anyway? What a dick.

The boy growled, trying to twist around back onto his behind but being caught up in Kinzie's old mattress rug. He gave up, curling into a small ball and embedding himself into the blanket. Almost immediantly the strong odor of marijuana flooded his nostrils, almost making him gag as he pushed it away, the scent leaving him almost instantly. No wonder Kinzie was such a loner: She had her green friend to keep her comfortable.

Meanwhile, in her 'inner sanctum', her fortress of screens and wires, coding sprawling across many systems as her fingers typed away vigorously, her eyes darting from screen to screen, keypad shortcuts flying into her mind as she tapped with anger and frustration. She'd been like this for the past three hours, the thought of breakfast a distant, forgotten concept of the morning. It was a sunday, and there is never any rest for the wicked.

"...got bored one night and threw it together." Kinzie responded to the boss, her remote camera access beautifully displaying each pedestrian slaughter in full HD. She grimaced, looking down a little as she contemplated how psychopathic this person truly was. What had she got herself into? Then again, she too didn't mind it too much. Her ears perked up as a quick response from the boss hit her ears with witty remorse "Electronics are good for that too!" she bit back, blushing a little in contrast of her purple head-set and microphone, her hands almost subconsciously spamming away on the enter key after every command she typed.
After a while her mike was filled with incensitives between the boss and Angel, so she simply stopped listening, switched off her mike and began to slowly close each screen, before coming to the third last screen, when closing the window, the sudden appearance of last weeks porn session flashed before her eyes, her face turning fifty shades of 'OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY' as she quickly lept forward, reaching for the screen and trying to press the off button, not even risking the slight possibility of trying to manually close it. The woman struggled, reaching across two hard-drives in a b cup is never easy, her breasts knocking against the hard plastic as she battled to switch the screen off. Finally, her middle finger reached sweet, sweet success as she clicked the button off, a sudden feeling of joy smacking the redness from her face as she slumped down, relaxing for a moment, then realising that had reminded her of all the fun she had got up to.

Kinzie blushed again, the crimson returning to her face as she remembered playing with herself just the other night before using the shower. She leant her head back, reminiscing about how her fore-finger had slowly moved itself along the folds of her vagina, and the tender, filling sensation of her other fingers delicately rubbing her other hole. She stopped, blinking suddenly as she awoke from her fantasy, realising her fingers had slowly found their way to her now wet pants, her hands recoiling in the shock that had suddenly filled her heart. A 16 year old was less than 20 metres away!

"What the fuck Kinzie" she mumbled, before looking down and realising just thinking about Matt over there was exciting her, her clitoris hardening a little as she thought about defiling that boy. She moaned, muffled within her shoulder as she reached down, trying to find the zip of her jeans. She gasped a little as she slowly pulled the metal clip down, feeling the cool, smoothe metal move across her underwear, subsequently brushing against the folds of her pussy. Softly, she began to rub the slowly wettening patch of her underwear, lavishing every moment of it, before squeezing her two fingers along in inside of her pants, beneath her as she held back a loud moan, beginning to rub the entry point, so unused to having to hold back her moans. It was rather erotic, honestly.
She groaned again, feeling her hands slowly touching her sensitive hole, pushing into it a little, a very quiet squawk exitting her mouth as her stomach began to feel a little warm from the pleasure.

Suddenly, her blood drew cold and her hand stopped dead still as she heard a slight creak of the floor behind her, slowly, she began to turn her head to the right, her body almost entirely hidden behind her large rotatory computer chair to see young Matt, staring, eyes wide and mouth drawn open, a slight bulge in his pants, the member as confused as his young mind at what he was looking at.

"I..." Matt began, his mind racing so quickly he hadn't realised he was standing tall below, his skinny black jeans showing the bulge against his left leg quite clearly. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, he began to back away slowly from what he was looking at, namely trying to forget the occasion 'Matt' he had heard Kinzie whisper subconsciously, his face red in comparison to his ebony black hair, his legs moving one by one as they acted like automotons, trying to flee but being held back by the slow, jagged movement of each step acting like a shot from a taser. Slowly, Kinzie began to react, her mouth trying to form words, before stopping and smiling suddenly, looking Matt dead in the eyes. He blinked.

Shouldn't she be screaming? Yelling? What the fuck...

The woman nodded down, back towards her attention of earlier, a slight cheeky smile crossing her lips as she licked along them. He stopped dead in his tracks, frozen with a sense of fear and horror. His mind said no, but his body, yeah his body was telling him ye-ess! (Couldn't resist. No way in hell). He liked guys! He liked hot, chiseled guys, like Josh Birk! Not women! Not Kinzie least! But...but why did he want this so badly? He groaned, his legs beginning to carry themselves back over, awkwardly stumbling forward as if in a trance or spell.

"I...I..." he began again, trying to think of something to say before Kinzie raised a hand out to his lips, placing a solitary finger on them. "No words. Only actions. Only dreams." she said in a soft, womanly tone of control, her thighs quiverring a little with expectation as she lead Matt down along with her finger, down onto his knees as she opened her legs, revealing the soaked fabric of her crotch.

She looked down at him, her mind flowing with cruel, beautiful ideas. Matthew blinked, staring directly at the drenched panties, before leaning in. He'd never done this! Sure, he had had a girlfriend, or, tried to, but that hadn't worked. And all he'd got to was to cop a feel once or twice. The only time he'd ever felt anything was that one time with Ricardo and his silk-like tongue...

He groaned inwardly as his brain palled at what he was doing, but his tongue began to slide out of his mouth, giving the salty, sweet liquid a faint touch, his nostrils swimming with a noxious fume of precum, before he felt his hair being grabbed and pushed against it, his eyes widening. No! Not like this! He tried to recoil, his body screaming yes but his mind taking the reins. This was messed up! But Kinzie thought otherwise, her mind screaming with delight and pleasure, and her body following too. Sure, he wasn't even trying, but just this idea got her wet. She began to rock down on his face with her crotch, her dominance beginning to rush to her head as she began to do it again and again, her mouth opening a little, looking down at Matt's scared face just got her off more.

"...I...is that g-good?" she asked mocking, enjoying giving him a mouthful of grinding. The boy just looked up, his head shaking and trembling, but his crotch throbbing with pleasure, a deep desire within his eyes demanding to be punished, but the inward instinct of what he had known to love being slowly overridden. Kinzie giggled, slipping a hand down her stomach and upon the clip of her jeans, slipping it loose and beginning to take off her pants, letting the fabric slowly slide along her legs teasingly, keeping Matts mind 'on the prize' as she held him there, before finally slipping off her wet panties, leaving them to be draped against her right foot as she opened her legs for full view, her trimmed hair in a slight little tuff above her crotch, the rest cleanly waxed off. She had thanked Viola quite a bit for teaching her how to do that, and how to wash her hair. Both of those things where almost completely foreign, but both had it's benefits. One made her feel like a goddess, and the other was great for getting knots out of her ponytail.

She giggled, feeling the unknowing stare of Matt, confused and aroused, penetrating her soul, before she slipped her fingers against the faps, opening it to let him look. Just for a moment, because the next she had him by the hair, almost tearing his well tidied hair as she forced his mouth back on, her vagina responding by quivering with pleasure, her breasts hardening as she felt like the king of this boy. She was the top dog! Not him! Not anymore.
"C-can't make any snide comments when you've got a mouthful of muff, eh?" she managed, gasping a few times between the occassional word, Matt submissively nodding up at her, his tongue slowly beginning at it's task as it began to lick along her entrance, his saliva lubricating it tentatively as the soft, squishy body of his tongue tried to enter it. She moaned, grinning up at the ceiling as she felt herself coming closer to finishing in his mouth, and Matt, sensing it too, tried to pull away a little, but her grip had him forcably at her crotch.

"Uh-uh-uh! Y-you get to clean it like a good pussy" she growled, biting her lips as her legs urged her to put something other than a tongue in there. Matt's eyebrows forced an expression that could only be called sincer puppy eyes, but unluckily for him, that only spurred Kinzie on, pushing him a little under her as she began to ride on him, her plush rump almost off the chair entirely as she felt herself cum, a hot, burning sensation filling her body as her screams where silenced away by the loud throbbing of her heart in her ears, her eyes shut tightly as she let a few shots of pleasure entire Matt's mouth, held closely against her vagina as his tongue recoiled at the taste of the salty fluids, but a little, dark part of his mind singing a little song of chemicals, making his own crotch slowly precum with excitement as he felt her come into his mouth, the body in his mouth loosening itself, before slowly giving him a fresh breath of air, more than welcome as his slowly beginning to drip eyeshadow began to stop, oxygen filling his lungs after the minutes or two of nothing but moaning and clawing.

Kinzie smiled down at Matt, a few lines of cum dripping down his open mouth, the slow sensation of the afterglow hitting her softly with a few waves of ectasy as she looked at him. She'd actually came in his mouth! Usually she needed at least three rounds with the penetrator to get her going properly, not just this! Finally, she was able to say something, the saliva that had made it's way down her mouth wetting her words as she craved him again.

"Oh my god."