No Rest for the Wicked
"Take this pillow right here. And I know you're so excited if you bite it they won't hear."
"Neighbors' Know My Name," Trey Songz
"Say my name, say my name, when no one is around you, say baby I love you if you ain't runnin' games. Say my name, say my name, you're acting kind of shady, baby, why you runnin' games?"
"Girls Love Beyonce," Drake
"See you sexy and them jeans got me on 10. 1-2-3, think I got you pinned. Don't tap out, fight until the end. Ring that bell, we gone start over again. We ridin' with passion 'cause it's your birthday. Been at it for hours, I know you thirsty. You kiss me so sweetly, taste just like Hershey's. Tell me where you want your gift, girl."
"Birthday Sex," Jeremih
Chapter 2: Friday Night Lights
Friday night doesn't come fast enough for Natsuki and her friends.
All throughout the week there had been a number of individuals offering to help out with the party's preparations by donating bottles of liquor, narcotics, and other things they felt would contribute to what is already being called the Party of the Year.
Natsuki had thrown numerous parties in the past. Each and every one of them had reached ultimate party status, but she felt that this year's party will take the cake.
Word travelled fast and they expected that most of the school, if not the entirety of it, will be attending as well as a few stragglers from other schools such as Gaderobe and Windbloom.
Although those schools are private and well known for their strict curriculum, the individuals who had crashed her parties in the past had brought along with them some of the best weed and foreign liquor she has ever had the pleasure of consuming.
When Friday finally comes, Natsuki and Nao go straight home after school to make sure everything is in order. After shooing off her father and making rounds to the neighbors' houses to inform them about excessive noise and party-related activities ahead of time, they shower, change out of their school clothes, and venture into the kitchen for a quick drink.
"Here's to the future Party of the Year," Nao holds up her shot glass and clanks it against Natsuki's. "And to the possibility of you getting laid."
Natsuki downs the contents of her glass in one huge gulp, slamming it back down against the counter with a sour grimace. "Oh? Is that why there were so many condoms on my bed this morning?"
"One plus one equals nine months if you don't wrap it up." Nao says. "Consider it a favor. You can thank me now."
Natsuki peers out of the window upon hearing the pulsating beat of a Japanese trap song, the sign of incoming party guests. "I would, but you see, you're little favor doesn't benefit me."
Nao narrows her eyes. "Why? Did Daddy dearest get you neutered ahead of time?"
Natsuki smirks as she flags down the party bus. She flashes Nao an arrogant look over her shoulder. "No, they're too small."
Nao raises an eyebrow. "Those were the biggest they had…"
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She told her father she would be participating in a charity event hosted by the celibacy club, and to her surprise, he believed it. Although, his latest conquest, a young woman not much older than herself probably has something to do with it.
Her father's chauffeur is a woman of few words and doesn't act any questions regarding Shizuru's destination. She watches the neighborhood lights through the partition. She's nervous, her palms are moist, and her heartbeat is erratic.
She has never lied to her father before. She knows what the consequences of her actions can be, but this is her chance to finally do something on her own accord, and finally be a teenager. She can hear the party before she can actually see it.
She can't really understand what is being said by the artist speaking in the song. Her English class helped her distinguish basic words like 'money' and 'diamonds' but most are foreign to her. The streets are absolutely packed with cars parked in any open space their driver's could find.
Some are even parked in front of red curbs and front lawns. She peeks through the tinted windows. It is much like the after school atmosphere; lazy, carefree, and upbeat. She giggles as she watches a brightly painted car bounce hazardously on the coils attached to the wheels, its occupants screaming with glee, holding onto the seats and their red cups for dear life.
More people are gathered in the street, drunkenly playing basketball basketball or chasing each other around. A group of stoners are huddled in a circle to the far right. Two boys on motorcycles race through the cul-de-sac, despite its crowdedness.
The party is centered around a rather impressive loft with massive glass windows. She can see an ample amount of people inside the complex, dancing and just overall having a good time.
"There's nowhere to park," her driver announces, "I can let you out right here if that's alright with you, Viola-sama."
"Here is fine. Thank you, Yamato." Shizuru says as she steps out of the limo and waves at the dark-haired woman, who gives her a simple, stoic nod.
"Call me when you're ready to leave, Viola-sama, I won't be far." Yamato replies.
Shizuru smiles gratefully as Yamato steered the vehicle down the street and vanished amongst the throng of cars. She glances at her outfit, hoping she hasn't overdressed for the occasion. She looks around at the other girls and their clothes, or lack-there-of. She feels confident.
She's wearing another short skirt, expensive top, and a pair of dark gucci heels. She doesn't own much else. She walks towards the loft, ignoring the surprised gasps of students her school and squeezing through the throng of sweaty bodies.
As soon as she entered, someone hands her a red cup, and with a good-natured pat on the back shouts, "Get fucked up, baby!"
I'll keep that in mind, she thinks with a tiny smile.
The loft is even more impressive on the inside. Wide and spacious with marble floors, plentiful expensive furniture, and a massive television complete with surround sound and numerous gaming consoles.
There's a grey spiral staircase in the corner leading to a second floor that resembled a balcony. A doorway is located in the very back, probably leading to the bedrooms.
"Damn, you actually came."
Shizuru spins around and comes face to face with the host of the party, Natsuki. She's wearing a dark leather jacket over a plain white shirt, another pair of tight ripped jeans, and a pair of Concords. She's got a cup in her hand and a smirk on her lips.
"I was invited." Shizuru replies smoothly.
"I know, but I didn't think parties were your scene." Natsuki says as she takes Shizuru's cup and gives it a curious sniff. "Yuck, I hate this fruity stuff."
Shizuru chuckles. She hadn't even been drinking it. "Someone gave it to me when I walked in. What are you drinking?"
Natsuki leans against the wall. "Beats me. But it tastes like everything." she pauses, looking Shizuru up and down, taking in the fullness of her hips and thighs, and the way her skirt hugged her backside so deliciously.
"See something you like?" Shizuru teases, having caught Natsuki's wandering eyes.
"Oh yeah, just wondering if she's interested." Natsuki replies smoothly, but the tips of her ears glow red slightly.
Her flirtatious nature gets the better of her. She leans in closer to the slightly shorter woman. "Ara, she is very interested."
She's known she was gay ever since she was young. She's flirted with women, even kissed some girls from the local college, but she has never been romantically involved with one. Natsuki blushes, a lovely sight to the older girl. She laughs softly, nervously. "Well, what're we waiting for? Let's party!"
"YO!" Natsuki calls over the roar of the music, gathering the attention of the entire party. They paused, looking at her expectantly. "It's going down for real!"
"Fuck yeah!" Nao's voice erupts from the throng of people and the party atmosphere and music comes back full force.
Natsuki grabs Shizuru hand and leads her to the kitchen where a group of older women are gathered around a small table with about fifteen red cups spread out on each end in triangle formation. "Beer pong," Natsuki whispers in her ear, "shoot the little ball in the cup and the other person drinks! First to hurl loses. You game?"
Feeling her heart pound with excitement, Shizuru responds, "Yes!"
"Let's see what you got, sweetcheeks." The older woman says, smirking while her friends lean against the counter to watch. She tosses Shizuru the ball. "Ladies first."
Shizuru has always been a quick learner. She's practically a pro when the third round comes. She's hot, her bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead, her vision blurred from the alcohol consumption. She giggles into Natsuki's equally sweaty neck, strands of dark hair sticking to her lips.
Her hands are dangerously low, gliding over the waistband of Shizuru's skirt. Shizuru's breasts are pressed into Natsuki's shoulder as she whispers drunken tactics into Natsuki's red-tipped ears. When the fifth rounds comes, the older woman waves the white flag, clutching her abdomen as she stumbles away from the table, her friends in tow.
Natsuki leans against the table, pulling Shizuru in between her legs and resting her hands on her hips. She pushes Shizuru's bangs away from her face, giggling at the girl's flushed cheeks and glossy eyes.
She's absolutely wasted. Nothing is louder than the sound of her heartbeat in her ears and the feeling of arousal as Natsuki places drunken kisses on the column of her throat. She can't remember who kissed who, but somehow it happened.
Natsuki's lips are so soft, and taste of weed and mixed drinks. She places her hands on either side of Natsuki's face, biting and sucking on her bottom lip as she slowly sways to the beat. She licks her way along her lip, gently asking for entrance which is immediately granted.
It was then she discovered Natsuki's tongue piercing. Its cold ball and her hot mouth are the perfect match. "Let's go somewhere else," Shizuru whispers, "I want you all to myself."
"Yes, ma'am," Natsuki says against her lips and grabs her hand, leading her up the spiral staircase. They both miss the knowing smirk Nao flashes them as they pass by, and the jealous glare of a teal-haired woman.
...
Shizuru moans as she pressed against the door of Natsuki's bedroom. Her hands tangle in long, dark-hair as teeth and tongues clash with heat and ferocity of drunken passion. She slides Natsuki's jacket off of her shoulders, clawing at her back as Natsuki places a strong thigh between her legs.
Natsuki pauses briefly and leads her over to the bed, falling onto the soft mattress and pulling Shizuru on top of her. Breasts are pressed tightly together as Shizuru pins Natsuki's wrists above her head.
"You are so fucking sexy," Natsuki whispers against her lips.
Shizuru smirks and releases her captive's wrists in favor of using her hands to lift her shirt over her head and flung it carelessly to the side.
Natsuki lets out a low, impressed whistle as Shizuru's full breasts hover inches away from her face. "Damn, baby, show me everything."
Shizuru yelps in surprise as Natsuki uses her superior strength to reverse their positions. Natsuki doesn't break eye contact as she makes a show of removing her own shirt. Shizuru gasps as she feels a growing wetness between her legs upon seeing Natsuki's toned upper body.
She's full-breasted, toned, and her chest, shoulders, and arms are covered in tattoos.
"See something you like?" Natsuki smirks against the skin of her neck.
Shizuru bites her lip as Natsuki rids her of skirt, leaving her in only a lacy bra and panties.
"You do know about me right?" Natsuki asks.
Shizuru tilts her head to the side. "Know what?"
Natsuki chuckles and takes her hand, pressing it firmly against her groin. Shizuru gasps as she feels a throbbing hardness through Natsuki's jeans.
So, the rumors are true, she thinks to herself.
She pulls Natsuki's face closer to her own by her hair and whispers, "Natsuki, please, touch me."
Natsuki's heart skips a beat as she allows Shizuru's slender fingers to loosen her belt. She teases her, her hands dipping into the waistband of her pants, past her boxers. Her fingers glide along her length, slowly, gently, as if she's familiarizing herself with it.
Natsuki moans against her lips, her own fingers disappear in between the apex of Shizuru's thighs. She's impossibly wet, and Natsuki's fingers have a difficult time finding traction on her flawless pale skin.
Shizuru's bra is lost among the rapidly growing sea of clothes. Natsuki dips her head low, her tongue darting out to fondle her nipple. Shizuru gasps as she continues to stroke Natsuki through her genes. A part of her is screaming for her to stop; to tell Natsuki to slow down, and that she's never done this before.
But another part of her is lost in the pleasure. Her body is on fire.
Natsuki's kisses have her heart pulsating in her chest, her mind in a frenzy. She has never felt so alive. Natsuki lifts her up by her hips, sliding her panties down her thighs in one fluid motion. They too are lost amongst the sea of abandoned clothes.
When Natsuki's tongue first presses against her womanhood, she cries out. Strong hands strain to keep her hips still. Her tongue flicks up, down, left and right, alternating between harsh, meaningful strokes and half-hearted teases.
Natsuki's darkened eyes open briefly to lock with hers as that skilled tongue of hers continues its erotic ministrations against her heated flesh. She's held captive by that gaze, that beautiful, hazy, animalistic gaze.
Her abdomen tightens, heat pools in her body and she reaches out to fist her hand in Natsuki's sex-tousled dark hair. "Natsuki!" she moans out as a foreign force wreaks havoc throughout her nervous system.
She throws her head back as a drop of sweat rolls down her chin. Natsuki watches, enraptured, as the liquid rolls down her neck and disappears in between the valley of her breasts. When Shizuru catches her breath, Natsuki leans over and presses their lips together.
She can taste herself on Natsuki's lips, and it only serves to make her even wetter.
Natsuki retreats momentarily to rid herself of her jeans and boxers, smirking when Shizuru's eyes stare unblinkingly at her groin. She grabs the older girl by her hips and drags her across the bed, pulling their bodies flush together.
Shizuru is about to get on her knees and return the favor, but Natsuki stops her before she can, seeing the intent in her dark gaze. "I need to be inside of you."
Shizuru clit throbs even harder.
She nods as Natsuki crawls on top of her. Her length presses against her sensitive hood and she bites her lip, spreading her legs even wider. Natsuki runs the tip up and down her slick flesh a few times, coating herself in her wetness.
Her hazy mind struggles to remember one important detail, but after a few seconds of trying to figure out what it is to no avail, she abandons the thought entirely.
The first few inches are hell for Shizuru, but she hides it behind a well constructed mask.
Natsuki takes her time, giving the girl the opportunity to adjust to her girth. She's not a monster by any means, but she takes pride in her above average length and thickness. She buries her face into Shizuru's neck, placing soft, heated kisses against her burning flesh.
"You okay?" she breathes.
Shizuru claws at her back and it only serves to turn her on even further. The brunette nods after a few moments. "Please, just go slow."
Natsuki gently pumps her hips, slowly at first like the older girl requested, but as Shizuru's pained noises turn into ones of pleasure, she gradually speeds up. The sound of skin slapping against skin is deafening, even over the roar of the music below.
Shizuru is making all sorts of sexy, erotic noises and Natsuki tries not to come before hand. Shizuru is wet and tight and moist and just utterly beautiful. She likes the way her face scrunches up when she hits a particular spot, and the way those gorgeous lips are clamped between pearly white teeth.
Her fingers leave bloody trails along the skin of her back, but she finds that she doesn't care; tattoos be damned.
Suddenly, Shizuru finds herself on her hands on knees as Natsuki continues to take her from behind. The new position allows for deeper penetration. She whimpers, burying her face into the soft blankets on Natsuki's bed.
Her abdomen coils again and she knows that she won't last long.
Determined to not let Natsuki completely dominate her in bed, she uses her martial arts training to reverse their positions once again. She forces Natsuki onto her back and crawls on top of her, her long pale hair fanning out over her face. She runs her manicured nails over the plane of her abdomen as she bounces on her length, her breasts rising and falling with every single thrust.
Natsuki's hips rise to meet hers every single time until they've developed a steady rhythm. As her climax approaches, she leans down to brush her lips against Natsuki's one last time. She comes all over Natsuki's length, coating it and her thighs with her sweet juices.
Natsuki comes soon after, filling her with her hot seed until she's absolutely full and the excess semen dribbles down her thighs. She collapses against Natsuki's chest, both of them breathing hazardously.
"Well… aren't you just… full of surprises." Natsuki pants out.
Shizuru smirks. All the blood immediately rushes back to Natsuki's groin. She's up before she can even catch her breath. "Well, would you look at that."
Shizuru slithers down her chest with a seductive twinkle in her eye. "Come Nat-su-ki, make me bend in ways I never knew I could."
Green eyes darken at the challenge.
"I'll make sure everyone here knows you know my name."
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Oh, boy. Just a little teaser of what's to come. This scene was actually really difficult to write for some reason. I'm sure I can do better during the upcoming chapters. Thank you for all your support, don't forget to leave some feedback!