''Ava, I think we should call someone…''
''Bea, I've got this!''
Ava did not have this.
Beatrice could see from a mile away that the Warrior Nun was struggling. She was partly to blame. She had made some off-handed comments regarding Ava's skills, attempting to ease the tension in the room with some dry humor. However, it had backfired horribly, as Ava accepted it as a challenge. By the time Beatrice had reached for her phone to call a professional, Ava was already on the move. It was too late to stop her. Beatrice could only watch in horror as Ava tried and failed, time and time, to complete her task.
''Do you even know what you're doing?''
Ava momentarily stopped what she was doing so that she could shoot her closest friend a playful glare. ''Haven't you ever heard of learning on the job?''
Beatrice rolled her eyes. There was no point in arguing. Ava was determined to fix the sink without outside help. She had stated that it was so that they wouldn't have to call someone from the outside and risk involving them in any of their business. Beatrice knew that this was a full-face lie. They run a bar as a cover with customers frequently coming and Ava never had any qualms. But, when she felt the need to step up and prove her worth to Beatrice, she would do so without any comprehension of the consequences, no matter how minuscule they were. On the one hand, Beatrice was frustrated because it would mean that there would be double the mess for the professional plumber she would have to call afterwards. But, she couldn't deny that it was adorable to see Ava trying to be smooth and in her element.
Plus, even if she was as clueless as a lost puppy, Ava rocked the plumber look.
Beatrice's eyes darted to the side; avoiding any possible eye contact with Ava. Her imagination had grown during their time together. It didn't help that they were now essentially in business together, running this bar whilst gathering information about Adriel. She constantly berated herself for letting her mind drift. But, she couldn't help it. The more time she spent with Ava, the deeper Beatrice fell for her. They had grown closer at work. They had grown closer during training. At one point, Ava had called Beatrice the sister that she never knew she wanted. Beatrice wasn't sure how to take that compliment. After all…sisters wouldn't have constant daydreams about riding each other day and night. At least, not ones outside of the dirty smut that Ava tried to trick her into reading.
''Okay!'' Ava called out, snapping Beatrice back to the real world. ''I think I've got it. Give it a spin!''
Beatrice sighed and made a silent prayer before reaching for the drink dispenser. If all went well, then they would have the beverage running smoothly from the opening.
Unfortunately, it wasn't to be.
The instant that Beatrice pulled the switch, a geyser splashed in her direction.
Ava froze. She didn't need to see what was happening to know that she had messed up. The sound of a water jet coupled with Beatrice's surprised shrieks gave her a vivid enough picture. For almost a full minute, Ava listened to Beatrice struggle with the water, trying to desperately shut it off and stop herself from drowning. At long last, Ava heard the water stream slow. However, the relief was short-lived as Ava felt Beatrice's foot hook around hers and tap it a few times, signalling for her to come out. Ava felt like a child about to be scolded by their parent. She slowly crawled out from underneath the sink and rose to her feet.
''In my defence, I said I would get the water running again.'' Ava smiled innocently.
It wasn't enough to stifle Beatrice's heated glare. She was soaked from top to bottom. Her hair clung to her wet face and her buttoned shirt was sticking to her skin. While it gave Ava a pleasant view of Beatrice's toned arms beneath her white shirt, she could hardly focus on that with Beatrice's eyes burning into her very soul.
''No more arguing,'' Beatrice growled. ''I'm calling someone.''
''You're the boss, Bea.''
The two stood silently. The only sound in the bar was from the water dripping onto the floor from Beatrice's clothes. The nun wanted to stay mad. However, the longer she stared at Ava's face, which was riddled with guilt, the quicker her stern revolve evaporated. Why did Ava have to be so damn adorable? It didn't matter what she did, Beatrice could never stay mad at her for long. She exhaled slowly and placed her hands on her hips before glancing down at the floor, staring at the puddle she was creating around her feet.
Suddenly, Ava snickered. ''Whoa…feeling brave today?''
''What?''
Beatrice's eyes shot up and that's when she noticed that Ava was staring at her chest. The nun's face flushed as she realized what her friend was looking at. By now, Beatrice's shirt was drenched, to the point where little was left to the imagination and Ava could see right through the material. As if that wasn't already enough of a problem for Beatrice, she had also chosen today of all days to forgo wearing a bra…meaning that Ava had no trouble seeing her full breasts. Beatrice's blushes intensified as she glanced down and saw her nipples poking through to greet Ava.
The Warrior Nun turned away to try and hide her cheeky grin. ''Well, it is getting closer to summer so…''
Ava had no time to tell her joke as Beatrice dashed out of sight and ran up the stairs.
''Bea? Beatrice?'' Ava called out as she chased after her.
Beatrice didn't look over her shoulder as she rounded the corner and hurried into her room; all the while, covering her chest with one arm. Just when it looked as if Ava was going to catch up to her with her superior speed, Beatrice slammed the door behind her. At first, Beatrice wondered if that would work considering Ava could just phase through the wall without any trouble. But, the Warrior Nun didn't intrude. Instead, she heard Ava continuously call out her name whilst knocking on the door, pleading for her to come out.
''Bea? I'm sorry. I was just messing with you.''
Eventually, Ava's voice disappeared into the void as Beatrice's ears were buzzing. Her whole body felt numb as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. She felt her heart racing a million miles a minute. All she could think about was the look of satisfaction etched on Ava's face as she gawked at her chest. Somehow, Beatrice didn't find that idea unpleasant. She was enthralled by the idea but wasn't brave enough to admit it. Hence why her first thought was to retreat to her room and let her thoughts take a sinful turn.
Beatrice backed herself against the door and looked forward to seeing Ava standing before her.
But, not her Ava.
A split second was all it took for her to know that this wasn't the Ava who was still probably calling to her from behind the door. Ava's smirk was brimming with confidence as she strode forward. Her gaze lingered on Beatrice's chest, yet…Beatrice didn't shy away. If this was all in her mind, she wouldn't need to hide. Why couldn't she be like this for her Ava? She wanted Ava to stare at her with longing and lust and love.
This apparition would have to do for now. At least until Beatrice found the courage to express her true feelings toward Ava.
The distance between them was non-existent. Beatrice found it difficult to breathe as Ava reached out and hooked a finger between the gap of the buttons on her shirt. A loud gasp escaped from the nun as Ava suddenly pulled the shirt open, ripping the fabric and sending buttons flying across the room to expose her chest. Her breasts glistened wetly. Beatrice's throat hitched as she tried to remain calm. This vision felt so real.
God, she wanted it to be real.
The way Ava's eyes scanned her skin, exploring every single detail was making her quake at the knees. She didn't understand why she had such a fascination with wanting Ava to marvel at her boobs. Was this what people called…a kink? Beatrice couldn't dwell on that theory for long though. She moaned softly as she felt Ava's hands grope her full breasts. They bounced in her palms as she touched them more forcefully. Beatrice was powerless to do anything as she was pinned to the door. She didn't resist. The sensation of Ava's fingers running over her tits, cupping them sensually before twirling her fingers and thumb around the hardened nipples was exhilarating. Beatrice couldn't get enough of it. She opened her mouth to beg for more. But, she held back. She didn't want Ava to hear her; the one who was still behind the door. Was she still there? Beatrice didn't know. Time was no longer a factor in this reality and the scenery around her and the Ava apparition had faded into nothingness.
She couldn't escape from this fantasy. The only thing that would stop this erotic moment would be her mind snapping everything back to normal. But, she was enjoying this too much.
Looking downward, she noticed a very familiar bulge prominent between Ava's legs. Did Beatrice do that to her Ava? In her panic, she had rushed away from her before she could properly dissect her reaction. Would Ava be excited to see her breasts through a wet shirt? It sounds like something that would happen. But, with Beatrice? There was always that whisper in the back of her mind that told her she was beneath the Warrior Nun. Ava was confident. Attractive. Funny. She could have any woman in the world.
Why would she settle for Beatrice?
Before the doubt could choke her, Beatrice whimpered at the loss of touch between her and Ava. The disappointment didn't last for long as she could see that Ava was working on the buckle of her belt, tugging on it until her jeans were loosened and crashed down to her ankles. Beatrice licked her lips as she saw the tent that had been pitched up in Ava's boxers. It didn't matter how many times Beatrice had imagined this; she would always feel excited.
If only it was really Ava.
Beatrice's cheeks burned as Ava pulled her boxers down and her large cock sprang free. Her imagination had always put in the extra work to capture every little detail of Ava's magnificent shaft. Beatrice could see the veins pulsating around the thick girth and the heavy balls swinging from below. The bead of pre-cum that leaked from the tip was a nice touch. Whenever Beatrice had to do a body inspection with Ava, it was always strictly professional. She longed so deeply to view Ava's body lustfully. The same way that she hoped Ava would gawk at her in such a way. She was beginning to understand why she enjoyed the idea of Ava marvelling at her like a whore appealed to her so much. It made her feel validated. She wanted Ava to view her as sexy and beautiful.
Why did she have to run away when her shirt got wet? Why did she have to get flustered so easily? A hug and a cheek kiss were enough to shut her brain down. She couldn't even begin to imagine how she would handle Ava seeing her naked like this.
When the apparition of Ava curled her fingers around the throbbing length and began to stroke it, Beatrice felt her heart skip a bit. She happily watched as Ava pumped her cock repeatedly, moving her hand at a faster pace as she never tore her eyes away from Ava's breasts. Beatrice wondered if Ava had ever stroked off to her. Beatrice blushed as she thought back to those nights when she would finger herself and imagine that it was Ava's fingers inside of her.
Her fingers, her tongue, her cock. Beatrice wanted to experience everything that Ava had to offer her.
Ava moved swiftly like lightning. She pressed her hand against the door, inches to the side of Beatrice's face as her other hand kept stroking. ''Stay right there.'' Ava's low voice coiled around Beatrice's body like a snake tightening its hold around its prey.
Beatrice couldn't breathe. She was essentially trapped as this apparition jerked off to her. She could hear the husky moans slipping from Ava's throat as she stroked herself faster and faster. Even though Ava was the shorter one between the two of them, her cock was long enough to reach up and come within touching distance of Beatrice's breasts. But, there was no contact. Beatrice wanted to move closer, but Ava's overwhelming aura was enough to keep her frozen on the spot. She knew what was happening. She wanted Ava to please herself whilst gazing at her body. This was the scenario Beatrice secretly wanted after having Ava gawk at her chest earlier.
It would never happen. But, that's why humans are tempted and enthralled by sinful thoughts.
''Cum on my tits, Ava,'' Beatrice whispered. ''I want you to. I want you.''
Ava huffed and responded to Beatrice's demand with a mischievous grin. Beatrice was utterly captivated. It seemed like every time she had one of these visions, she discovered a new kink. She looked down and watched as Ava brushed her thumb over the tip of her cock and dragged the pre-cum up and down her shaft, coating it with her slick wetness. The excitement that Beatrice was feeling was reaching breaking point. Her chest was rising and falling at a steady pace, giving the apparition a glorious view. Beatrice made a silent vow to never wear a bra again if it meant getting this kind of reaction from Ava.
Just as Beatrice was beginning to wonder if this fantasy would last forever, she could see that Ava was preparing for her imminent release. Instinctively, Beatrice played with her breasts, rubbing them to entice Ava further. Right now, Beatrice's greatest wish was to hear her name spilling sensually from Ava's lips. But, it wasn't meant to be. This Ava was silent. As hot as this was, she wanted the sounds that came with the sights. The feeling was unlike anything that Beatrice had experienced. However, she knew that it would compare to the real thing. Then again, if this was her Ava standing before her, stroking her cock and ready to explore, Beatrice would have been on her knees doing god-knows-what. Well, she knew exactly what. But, there wasn't going to be any time to delight in that scenario as Ava finally came.
Threads of cum jetted from Ava's cock and landed all over Beatrice's chest. With only a few pumps, her tits were covered by Ava's seed. Beatrice tried to catch her breath. It felt like the air in the room had been electrified as Beatrice continued to cup her breasts, rubbing Ava's cum all of them like lotion. Such a dirty thing to do. Beatrice loved it. She longed for it. She wouldn't hesitate to indulge in this dream over and over again.
At this moment in time, reality was calling back to her.
''Bea, can we please talk?''
Beatrice blinked and saw that the room was back to normal. Her shirt was still on. Wet, but still intact. It was as if she had never left. Technically, she never did. It was just her mind that had been transported into a world of debauchery with Ava.
After taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Beatrice took a deep breath and opened the door. ''Ava…''
''I'm sorry!'' Ava said before Beatrice could explain herself. ''I was just trying to make light of the situation because that seems to be how I'm hardwired to cope with stress. I wasn't trying to offend or upset you, but I'm so sorry that I did. If the shirt is ruined, I can give you one of mine, or I can shop for something for you, or…''
''Ava, relax!'' Beatrice said. She fully came into view, no longer caring what Ava saw. ''It's no big deal. I overreacted.''
''Are you sure?'' Ava asked. ''You liked quite upset. The last thing I want to do is make you feel sad in any way.''
Beatrice was beginning to feel a little dejected. She had let her desires take hold without realizing that Ava was genuinely concerned about upsetting her. Beatrice wished with all her heart that she could tell Ava that it was alright and she didn't mind. But, she wasn't brave enough.
Not yet.
Without a word, Beatrice reached out and hugged Ava tightly. The Warrior Nun was surprised at first, but soon happily returned the welcoming embrace. They both eased into the hold. Despite everything that had just occurred, they would always make the other feel comfortable.
''Wow, you've got some real pokies.'' Ava teased. Instantly, Beatrice pulled away and glared at her. ''I'm sorry, I don't know how to shut off sometimes.''
It didn't take long for Beatrice's smile to return. She could never stay mad at Ava.
However, she knew that she couldn't stay silent about her feelings.
When they pulled away, Beatrice began to blush. ''Uh…you didn't hear anything while I was behind the door, did you?''
Ava shook her head. ''Not really. You were only in there for a few seconds.''
''That felt like longer than a few seconds,'' Beatrice mumbled.
''What?''
''Nothing!''
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