Supremacy Part 12
Back at Yale. Back to 'reality'. Back to lectures and long classes and late night studying.
Back to not being able to touch Kitty.
The first week or so crept along so slow I thought I was going crazy. It was as if I was going through withdrawals, I would wake up at night thinking I was in bed with her, my fingers clutching at my sheets. I would think that I could see her walking around campus, always being just out of reach.
It started to die down a bit when the photos started coming though again. Nothing as graphic as the ones of her fucking herself. But still, they were flirty, risqué if you will.
Ok, let's be honest, they belonged in a M rated mens magazine.
At least she sent them via regular text this time, so I could keep them for more appropriate viewing times. But the drawback: there were none of her fully naked. Legs, breasts, lips as far as the eye could see. But nothing inside her panties.
And it was driving me insane.
This has been happening for the last three weeks leading to now. Every time we try to skype Kelsey seems to be home, and Kitty for some reason has decided she won't get naked unless I will too. This has then resulted in numerous cold showers on my behalf, and on the odd occasion, a steaming hot one with my hand firmly fixated between my legs.
I know Kitty's doing this on purpose. For what reason, I don't know that part. But she knows exactly what she's doing to me, how worked up I'm getting.
Come on, please… I hate begging. I'd hated it before this, and now I hate it more. Kitty's on my screen. She's in a tight tank and some short shorts. I can she her nipples peaking through her top.
"Quinn, I've told you, no."
But Kitty, I'm dying here, please… I need to see you I can sense Kelsey moving around the room behind me.
"And I'm the teenager… Quinn, keep it in your pants." I sigh.
"Besides, it's only 8 days until my birthday, and you said you're coming back to Lima… So…"
I know, I know
"Anyways, I have to go. Night babe."
Night
"Don't pout, soon you'll be able to have all of this." She stands up and kisses the camera before ending the call. I sigh again before taking my headphones off and closing my laptop.
"So, who's this girl that seems to be taking up all your time?"
"She's…" I go to say no one, but I can seem to let those words past my lips, even if it's just a lie to get Kelsey off my case.
"She's a girl from back home."
"Uh-huh, and that's why you skype call nearly every night?" Ok, so I need to tell her something. It's not as if I don't like Kelsey. We actually get along pretty well, we don't have a lot of classes together, but we go out to parties and stuff together. And besides, who's she gonna tell?
"Ok, so, we're kinda seeing each other."
"Details. Now."
"Her names Kitty, We met earlier this year. She's a cheerleader at McKinley, and in glee club." I don't really know what else she wants.
"So, how come she never comes to visit?"
"She's… still in school.
"Younger woman, way to go Quinn." If only she knew.
"Show us a photo?" I get my phone, and after some careful searching I find one that's not too full on, and show Kelsey. It's from the Sadie Hawkins dance they had, the one that she went to with Puck. I know she's just using him as cover, girls like Kitty don't stay single for long, but it's still annoying. He got to dance with her all night, and see her in that beautiful dress.
I remind myself again that this is just sex, and I don't have any other feeling towards her.
"Woah, Quinn, good work." I blush a little.
"But, how old is she? She looks really young in that one."
"She's…" What the hell, it's Kelsey.
"She's 15." Kelsey's eyebrows almost reach her hairline. I try to grab my phone back from her, but she moves out of my grasp.
"15?" She looks back at the photo.
"She turns 16 next week." I try to justify my actions.
"You're dating a 15 year old?"
"We're not dating." As soon as the words leave my mouth I know they're the wrong choice.
"You're not dating? So you're just sleeping with a 15 year old?" I sigh and sit back down on my bed.
"It's not like that." It's exactly like that.
"Hey, I'm not judging. She's hot. But, you're 19. Can you remember what you were like when you were that age?" Almost pregnant, that's where I was. She hands my phone back.
"Just… don't get yourself hurt."
The rest of the night carries on like nothings happened, but there's a weight around my thoughts. What was I doing? This was supposed to be a one-night thing. Now it's been just over two months and it's still going.
But, if it's just sex, then that's alright, right?
Like, it's not like there's any feelings involved, no one's gonna get hurt. It's just harmless fun, Kitty's experimenting, and I'm just scratching an itch I have. We're both using each other just as much.
I push those thoughts aside. I wasn't gonna let Kelsey's words ruin this. For one of the first times in my life I was truly enjoying everything that life had to offer. Even if that included getting 'blue balled' by a 15 year old cheerleader.
The old Quinn wouldn't take this. If she wanted something she would just take it. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do. How can I make Kitty understand just what she's doing to me?
So I devise my own plan.
I start the following day. I don't message her, which wouldn't seem that unusual. It hits lunch time, and she'll be in the café. I pull out my phone and open her texts. I thought about using that snap chat thing, but I want her to feel how I've been feeling. I zoom in, and take a photo of the corner of my lip, curled up in a smirk. I write a text beneath it that simply says:
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20 minutes later I get a response:
What's that about?
I ignore the message, and when she tries to skype me that night I ignore the call. I try to focus on my schoolwork, knowing I'll need to do some extra work to cover my missed classes next Friday. My mind keeps thinking about what I have in store for her.
The following day I don't wait until lunch. It's about 10:30, and she'll probably still be asleep. I snap another photo, this one of my completely exposed neck and collarbone.
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An hour later, my phone buzzes, and she once again asks what I'm doing. I keep the radio silence happening, wanting her to be going out of her brain, like I have been. Gotta fight fire with fire.
Sunday rolls around, and it's 6pm before I know it. I wait until Kelsey leaves our room, and quickly take a photo of my legs under my skirt.
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I get it, count down til my birthday. Can you please just write back to me? This is driving me crazy
I smirk to myself as I re-read her message. Good, now she knows how I feel everyday.
Monday proves a bit more difficult, sneaking off to the bathrooms between classes and pulling off my top and bra. I know she said she respects my scars, and even finds them attractive, but I still can't bring myself to take a photo of the one on my left side. Instead, I take a photo of the right side of my stomach, tensing so my muscles are slightly more defined. I also angle the phone so I manage to catch just the bottom of my breast in the photo. Not enough to class it as scandalises, but enough so she'll know it's there, and I'm at least naked from the waist up.
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By this point she's stopped messaging back. Tuesday is a similar situation, in the shower block. I've just finished washing myself off, and I dry my hands enough so I can operate my phone. Left hip, top part of my leg, dripping wet.
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Wednesday I decide to send it off right when I know she'll be in history class. I've got on my favourite black lacy bra. I undo it at the back so the material hangs loose and I slide the right strap off my arm, using my left hand to hold it to my breast. I zoom in again and take the photo, making sure the tiniest sliver of my nipple is exposed. Man, maybe I should have taken photography, I'm getting good at this.
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This one was going to be it. The crème dale crème. The piece de resistance.
This one was gonna drive her fucking nuts.
Kelsey's out at a lecture, so I have the room to myself. I open the photo roll on my phone, and find the various pictures Kitty's sent me over the last month and a half. One by one I stare at them, knowing this last photo is going to be just as much torture for me as it will be for her.
I scroll through the half naked pictures, thinking about touching her skin, tasting her, fucking her deep. I finally end on the shot I copied from snap chat. My eyes trace along the lines of her fingers, the wetness of her core, the way her muscles are tensing as she's pushing her fingers inside herself. I squeeze my thighs together as I think about the things I want to be doing to her.
I want her pressed against my door, her legs wrapped around my waist and my fingers rubbing her clit. I want her ass on my desk and her hands in my hair as her sweet taste fills my mouth. I want her bent over my bed as I take her from behind while she screams my name.
I slide my skirt up, spread my legs, and take the photo.
One last photo, showing her what she does to me.
I look at the shot, my panties visibly soaked.
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