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F1CL3TS
By : megadeth425
Category: Web Comics > Homestuck
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“Is anyfin wrong?”
“Nope.” Your reply comes out too quickly, too forced, and you're left wondering if she believes you. No, of course she knows you're not telling the truth, and you begin trying to find a million different excuses. Maybe it's the fresh smell of her new car overpowering you, or the cold metal bands she wears loose around her wrists against your stomach that's throwing you off. It can't possibly be that you're an inexperienced nerd way in over her head as the coolest girl in school unzips the front of your jeans. There's no way it's that.
She seems to believe you, or is at least chalking it up to just nerves, and she continues, dragging the zipper all the way down. Your chest swells in excitement as you lean in and press kisses into her cheek, not sure if you're being too forward or not, but unable to contain yourself. It really is all just nerves, you think. There you are, Vriska Serket, eternally convinced you're cooler than you are, in the backseat of Meenah Peixes' new car. So new that you're pretty sure you're the first girl to be in the backseat of it with her. She's about to pop your cherry and the car's at the same time, in a way. That's way too much pressure for you to handle, no matter how smooth and cool you are.
Once the zipper is all the way down, Meenah pulls open the front of your jeans, and your cheeks go bright, bright red as you realize you're wearing your embarrassing panties. They're your favourite pair, granted, but blue with tiny spiders all over it is not the sort of thing you want to have on when a cool girl is fingerbanging you in the backseat. You're about to look away when she laughs, and it's way too amused to be at your expense. You of all people know what a cruel laugh sounds like.
"That's adorabubble," she says, tilting her head. She shifts around a little and quickly undoes her very loose jeans, pulling the zipper ends apart to show off fuchsia panties with a bunch of little fish adoring the front. You breathe a sigh of relief, smiling back to her as you nudge your somewhat slanted glasses back into place.
You swallow down your nerves, and manage to say, "Yours are cute, too," confidently enough to feel a bit more genuinely comfortable. At least, until she slides her hand down your open pants and rubs your pussy through the front of your underwear, at which point your blushing returns with a vengeance.
You wonder how your dork of an older sister managed to be best friends with someone so damn cool. Stuffy, talks-too-much-about-shit-nobody-cares-about Aranea, hanging around with the rich, cool and immeasurably hot Meenah, who's always wearing those short t-shirts that show off her abs and her tight jeans that make her ass look phenomenal. You've always felt that you were a much better fit to hang out with her, possessing some swagger and funny things to say, and at least being cooler than Aranea, and it feels sort of satisfying to be where you are now. A sophomore in the backseat of a senior's car; your stock is going to rise eightfold, but you're not really concerned about that. The only girl you want to be cool enough for is Meenah. Sexy, awesome Meenah, whose fish puns are a neat quirk and not just a dorky trait you drastically understate.
She pulls her hand up to push the hem of your tank top aside, finding the band of your panties. Your chest tighten as she uses her other hand to push your head into position for a kiss. Your lips meet hers and you immediately set out trying too hard to prove you're a good kisser. It makes her laugh a little, but she obliges you, letting your tongue slip into her mouth as she slides her fingers down your panties. The direct contact of fingers against your bare sit sends electricity up your spine. You've only ever had your own fingers down there, and she immediately proves herself more experienced than you are by how perfectly she touches you. You wonder how many girls she's done this to, how many girls have danced on her fingers, making her an expert by the time she gets to you.
Your shoulders lean back and your open flannel shirt slips down your arms a little. When she prods your clit, your legs jerk open on reflex, and you try to be smooth and make that motion into a change in position. Your entire body turns, angling you between the soft leather seating and the door, legs as open as you can get them in this much space. Apparently that was a good idea, because she leans forward, laying her body against yours and pushing her tongue into your mouth. She feels amazing against you; she's warm and soft, and the mere fact she's close to you makes you feel more attractive than you ever have before. You've had a massive crush on this girl since you were twelve, and four years later it's all come to a head. You couldn't be happier.
Her fingers slip into you, and you have no say in the matter when it comes to purring against her lips. She's too good for you to say 'no', and you want to let her know that she's making you feel amazing. You're not sure if you're supposed to, but it's too important to you to resist doing. "Don't be slow with me. This is nothing I haven't done before." It came out before you could stop it, but she laughs again, admiring your forwardness, and rewards you by slipping two fingers down to the last knuckle into you and getting right to the pumping. Your courage is rewarded with a steady fingering, making your legs twitch. In return, you put your all into the kiss, closing your eyes and letting the perfection of the moment take you away.
Once she's had her fill of your mouth, she pulls away and goes for your neck instead. You moan loudly and lean your head back to give her as much access as possible, eager to get badges of honour all along your neck to flaunt Terezi with once lunch break is over. Even if she can't see them. Her hand grabs a fistful of your flannel shirt and tugs at it, and in response you reach down her body and give her ass a firm, two-handed squeeze. When she groans affectionately at the feeling of your hands taking a grab at her ass, your chest swells with pride and you do it again. That's just about the best compliment she can give you, and you want to get it again and again. Her fingers hook inside of you, making your hips jerk, and you're suddenly holding back your orgasm harder than you ever have before because this is a matter of pride now. Impress Meenah and maybe you'll end up with her head between your legs on a regular basis.
"How's it feel now?" she asks, fingers moving as quickly as they can in a motion too fluid for you to be sure this isn't all a dream. She sucks on your neck, focusing intensely on one area, only moving once she's left a mark.
"Hnnn, fuck!" You gradually let out seven more fucks as she fingers you better than you've ever been able to do to yourself. Her free hand is up at the back of your head, fingers running through your hair as she begins nibbling at your skin instead of sucking it. You aren't even grabbing her ass anymore, but instead trying to clumsily undo her belt so you can get her pants off. You know she wanted to give you first go, but this is your chance and you're going to take it.
You can't even get her belt loose when one last pump of those fingers pushes you over the edge. Soon enough your hips are frantically bucking upward against her hand and you're a noisy mess, back arching and your blue bottom lip so firmly entrenched between your teeth that you almost break the skin. She's laughing, but it's still aloof and friendly as she makes you orgasm in the backseat of her car. You want to tell her you've been crushing on her forever, that she was what made you realize you were into girls, or invite her to Sunday's LARP, embarrassing as that would be.
Instead, you go limp and sigh, because no matter how much you want to say something, you know the only time in your life you aren't the coolest girl in the room is around her, and you'd probably be too big a nerd by comparison.
She smiles, withdrawing her hand and rubbing your quim off of her fingers onto the back of your panties, which makes your ass push down against her hand needily. "You're a virgin, right?"
You nod, focusing on regulating your breathing, and avoiding saying anything to ruin things.
"Not bad," she says, giving you a peck on the cheek. "If I didn't have a bio test, I'd let you have a go at me, and maybe cuddle once it's all done."
Before you can stop the words from being said, you blurt out, "Don't you mean 'cuttle'?"
But this time you expect the laugh, and it makes your chest swell up with pride again. Against all odds you've managed to stay cool. "I like you. Water you doing Saturday night?"
"Now that you ask, my schedule is wide open."
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F1CL3TS	By : megadeth425 Category: Web Comics > Homestuck Views: 3840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Homestuck and make no money from this story.

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