...and Ginny is bad at taking clean pictures even when she intends to.
Ginny (on the monitor) and Aniko (in the room) (c) Ketzio11 & Gothbunnyboy
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The padded bed mat on the ground, intended for Aniko, was unused. The hyena slid into the covers beside Ginny. The soft bed cradled her small body as Aniko fidgeted off her jeans from under the covers and let them fall in a heap on the floor. There was a welcoming, cool crispness on Ginny's sheets against her legs, but, she could feel 'the Ginny stare' as she sat up and lifted up her shirt and jacket; sitting only in her striped underwear and training bra.
She fell back which caused the pillow to let out an airy poof; the comforter falling just around her belly button which left her slightly trembling torso intentionally exposed. She took a challenging joy in having Ginny glance at her body and clad breast. She was mostly reacting off of what Ginny has said earlier... that she was 'pretty' or something. It was interesting.
Meanwhile, Ginny was still mired in a warm affection as her body snaked closer and closer. She loved the warmth of company in her own bed; that feeling of having someone actually lying beside her here, among all of her cool stuff and that it was Aniko: the coolest and most awesomely sweet girl ever.
"Your eyes are pretty... pretty" Ginny sheepishly said; feeling silly but kind of not caring. The tingling hadn't left her and, for whatever reason, that Dracula-charm Aniko possessed was amazing. Maybe it was the situation: her own bed and the way Aniko's little tummy scrunched forming that super awesome tiny chub rolls and.... those eyes like two sparkling severed lips pressed against the glass of a haunted mansion. What she loved most was that it was making the hyena blush and tremble, plus, that it was Aniko who got up and climbed into bed like this... it felt special.
"My mom probably won't be back for... pfft... a million hours, maybe. She normally tries out wine tonight and takes naps on the couch when she gets back, though." Ginny tapped the edge of the pillow; her eyes continually flicking down at the bra. It was fascinating that, while she bet nothing about herself was left to hide from Aniko, she still hadn't seen... much of Aniko. At all. In fact, her entire body was a mystery. Even seeing Aniko blush and shake was surreal and kind of awesome.
Anxiously, Ginny wiggled close and, like the world's least stealthy ninja, suddenly stole a little more of that first kiss with which Aniko was more than happy to oblige. Having freshly brushed their teeth made the second bout of kissing minty and fresh. It was a shock that Aniko seemed to enjoy it so much, despite her frozen shake and tight grasp.
"Okay, what would a guy do here?" Ginny thought as she desperately tried to prolong the kiss.
Mental light bulb.
Ginny slid a hand against Aniko's quivering chest; feeling the hard shape of her nipple poking even threw the might of a bra. That was a good sign. Her other hand slid along the hyena's side; feeling that alluring body that dipped before curving up on the hip. Like ANY guy would do, Ginny tugged at the side of Aniko's undies; feeling the elastic band rolling down the hip when, without warning, the kiss broke and the hyena flew back. That 20 inches of space between them might as well have been the marcellus trench... er... mariachi... er marinare... that deep trench she heard about in school.
Suddenly another mental light bulb. Aniko ... was... a virgin. Well, then again, Ginny should have assumed that.
“Whoooa!” Ginny giggled in response. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Aniko bluntly responded with a bit of a gasp.
"Never tried sex at all, huh?" Ginny suddenly asked with deadpan sincerity and a burning curiosity that caught Aniko completely off guard. "Not kissing stuff... but have you ever done… like… other things?”
"No." Aniko said; her monotone unshaken despite the hot rash colored glowing marks on her cheeks.
"Ever had a boy show you his thingie? A... girl? Maybe someone touched you down 'there'... or on your boobs?"
"No. No. No. And you touched my boobs, Virginia. Just now."
"Psh, that doesn't count! It was over the bra, silly! Like, has no one ever seen you naked?" Ginny scrunched her shoulders together; balancing herself on her knees.
"Not to my knowledge, besides perhaps my mother and father long ago... and maybe my doctor." Aniko shot her gaze to the ceiling as she procured that information.
"No, no, that doesn't count either. Ummm... what about yourself, have you ever like... self-sexed?"
"What." Aniko remained still.
"Like, touched yourself! Mastered-baited!" Ginny showed off her huge goofy smile as she butchered that word.
"I tried that once."
"And ... did you just stop?" Ginny furrowed her brow.
"No, I kept going and that's how I ended up with this." Aniko blankly pointed to her cast.
Ginny held back a crackly laugh. "Whaaaaat?"
"That was a joke." Aniko responded, once again, with no humor.
"Oooooh, I was about to say..." Ginny giggled. "...teach me." she was, at least, coherent in letting Aniko know that her statement was a joke but, of course, the hyena did not react in the slightest.
Aniko, instead, tightened her grip on the comforter upon her lap. That previous feeling of joy in showing herself off was somewhat replaced by the feeling of being a bit too exposed.
"Well, gee," Ginny started; climbing forward. "It's just us girls, right? Maybe I could..."
As Ginny reached for Aniko's comforter, presumably to pull it away from Aniko's lap, the hyena responded with terror and scurried back a bit out of Ginny's reach. Quickly, she composed herself and cleared her throat. "No, Virginia. I von't let you touch me there."
Ginny's ears perked. She could see that Aniko was blushing... but she also scooted away. Weird mixed signal alert. "Say whaaa? But I touched your boob."
"That's different." Aniko huffed; her tail swooshing left and right.
"You're a dog!" Ginny almost shouted with a personal-space-breaking finger point.
"...yees. Yees I am." Aniko rose an eyebrow.
"YOUR TAIL IS WAGGING! THAT MEANS YOU'RE HAPPY!" Ginny triumphantly announced; bouncing on her knees a little. "You want me to touch you there, don't youuuuuu. You're just too shy to admit it." she placed her closed fists on her hips.
"You're... being unreasonable, Virginia." Aniko squinted her eyes; actual emotion permeating through her tone. It almost seemed like she was whining. "I just had my second kiss recently. I think that's enough for today."
"First!" Ginny huffed. "That little peck those few weeks ago wasn't a first kiss, pshawww!"
"Okay, Virginia. First." Aniko sighed. "But I also just had my second vhen you kissed me for the second time today. So there."
Ginny mentally halted for a moment; putting a finger to her chin. Suddenly, she sprung back to life. "Ooooh. Oh, yeaaah!" she flaunted her wrist at Aniko. "Fine, fine, little one. We will stop because it's too much for youuuu."
"Your taunting is not appreciated." Aniko muttered; now clutching the comforter to her chest while still covering her pelvis.
"I guess I think about this whole thing differently, huh?" Ginny giggled to herself. "I really like you so... that's why I'm being all pushy, I guess."
"Very pushy." Aniko droned. "Also, Virginia, is this a 'like-like' thing that you were talking about before?"
"Maaaaaaybe." Ginny smirked. "Best friend and stuff, riiiight?"
"Perhaps." Aniko was squeezing the comforter so hard she felt it was about to burst.
"I mean," Ginny once again climbed upon her hands and knees; slowly inching herself forward. "You're really pretty and... I love your hair; it reminds me of spiders... and your eyes; they remind me of blood!"
"Thank you." Aniko hid her face a little under the comforter.
"... and you're a really good kisser! Ms. 'I've-Never-Keesed-Anyone-Before', blaaaah." Ginny imitated her best Transylvanian accent.
"Virginia... I feel like you should know," Aniko started with a deep sigh.
"--And I really wanna do more things like... go swimming so I can see you in a swimsuit and take baths together so I can see your--"
"Virginia, please." Aniko's face was as red as her irises at this point.
"Come oooooon," Ginny swiped an arm over Aniko's shoulder with a buddy-buddy tone; leaning the rest of her weight upon the hyena at an awkward angle. "I think it'd be super fun. Just you and me... nude... in a bathtuuuub? Maaaaybe on top of each oooother?"
"Wait a minute, Virginia--" Aniko stuck her hand out, "--There's something I should probably tell y--"
Once again, Ginny started to reach down below. Aniko watched Ginny's hand, as if in slow motion, approach her and she once again stumbled away in a hurry. "You're having fun putting me in a veird position, aren't you…" Aniko stated.
"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" Ginny stuck her tongue out.
"No." Aniko rolled her eyes. "Never mind, it's nothing."
Before Ginny could retaliate against her most hated words, 'never mind', she heard the front door unlock and creak open in that familiar way that meant that her mom just arrived.
"Yikes!" Aniko almost saw Ginny's pigtails jump in fear, "Aniko!" she whisper-yelled, "Pretend you're sleeping! Now! Now!"
Both girls rushed to throw the covers back in a proper position and Ginny hopped off of the bed, turned off the light, and practically threw herself on top of Aniko as they heard the dull clacking sound of high heels on wood approaching the door.
Ginny's mom, a red panda woman in her mid-30s, stepped in and checked on the two girls. Luckily, she was fooled, and after lingering for a few moments she retreated back to the living room; closing the door behind her. As the clopping sound of her high heels disappeared down the hallway, Aniko sat up; still panting a bit from their little freak-out moment.
"Virginia," Aniko squeezed the ridge of her nose. "I thought you said your mother vouldn't be here unti--"
She was cut off by the low, raspy sound of Ginny's breathing. Looking down, Aniko was flabbergasted to learn that Ginny was, in fact, passed out. Had she trained herself so well to just knock herself out on a whim?
For Aniko, this would be much harder as she lied awake; troubled by her desire for their night to continue the way it was going and also troubled about trying to subdue the small bulge that formed under Ginny's blanket. It probably wasn't the smartest thing Aniko had ever done when she took her pants off... but she hadn't packed any pajamas like a forgetful idiot. No way she was sleeping in jeans.
For several hours Aniko remained at the brink of sleep but every little noise that came from the living room jolted her back awake. Plus, it didn't help that Ginny seemed to have a tendency to grab things in her sleep which was, in this case, Aniko's arm. To Aniko's bemusement, her erection hadn't quite left her... well then again... Ginny grabbing her arm was making it worse.
Aniko decided that it was best, with very little fanfare, to get dressed and leave in the wee hours of the morning. Before Ginny woke up, Aniko was already out the window.
The morning walk would be nice for her anyways as her mind relentlessly replayed her first real kissing experience and, also, the feeling of someone touching her boob. For some reason, during these replays, she would imagine alternate ways those situations could have become more R-rated.
By the time Aniko got to a donut shop a few blocks away, she had cooled down enough to finally call her mom and ask for a ride back home. She knew her mother had adjusted to her odd behavior so this wasn't too out of the ordinary. Still, as she sat in the coffee shop sipping a cup of cocoa, her desire to go back and 'do things' to Ginny was growing more and more. Of course, that wasn't the only thing that was growing. Again.
Arriving back to her mansion in the nice gated community several miles above the foothill, Aniko didn't bother to communicate much with her parents. They simply asked how the sleepover went and she responded with a 'Good'.
She drudged into her room; feeling the effects of her sleepless night and never bothered to sign into any social media devices as she plopped onto her bed, face-first, and immediately passed out.
Weekends were nice. She slept the entire day without any fuss from her parents and woke up very late in the afternoon to treat herself to a bath. Sadly, while soaking, the nagging feeling of abandoning Ginny kept creeping into her head. She also thought of Ginny's suggestion of them taking a bath together. In fact, she kept thinking about that suggestion; vividly imagining what it would've been like and breaking her character with a slight smile of satisfaction. The things she imagined doing to Ginny were less than clean.
She glared at that gross thing between her legs; watching it poke above the bathtub water and weirdly twitch sort of halted her fantasies and her desire to continue bathing. Getting out, she took her pill, put her clothes back on and got something to eat.
Aniko lazily swiped some peanut butter wafers for dinner and ran back to her room; turning her computer on with the full intent of maybe letting Ginny know why she cut their sleepover so short.
She was entertained, perplexed, and horrified at how enamored with Ginny she had become. What was wrong with her? She watched Ginny have sex with several people and didn't think anything of it, then suddenly Ginny kisses her and she's 'feeling the color red' or some shit.
Thankfully, Ginny was online with several messages to Aniko.
"Anikoooooooo. my mom and me went shopping this morning! you totally shoulda been here cuz we went to all the thrift stores and got all these cool stuffs!"
Weird, it almost felt like Ginny didn't mind that Aniko left. Perhaps she was expecting it?
Aniko's desire to apologize withered so she ended up just starting everything with a "Hi." and Ginny immediately responded.
"Heeeeey! there u aaaare <3" Ginny was still typing, "i was worried about u ; v ;"
"Virginia," Aniko typed. "What does that heart mean?"
"it means i love u? c:" Ginny swiftly responded. "<333333!"
"I see." Aniko replied; feeling that odd sensation of butterflies in her tummy.
"weird huh!" Ginny typed. "its super weird to feel this way over another girl isnt it? but i still like guys! i must be some sort of freak! ; A;"
"It's called being 'bisexual', Virginia." Aniko sighed. "And it's very common."
"oh well <3" Ginny disregarded Aniko's previous message. "i dont mind being weird if it means i like u <333 :) so what'cha wearing, bb?"
"My underwear. And my socks." Aniko felt like that sentence needed something extra. "I always wear my socks."
"probably not when ur taking a shower or swimming tho =w=" Aniko could feel Ginny's sarcasm from all the way over there. "speaking of clothes! wanna see my bitchhat?"
"Your what?"
"oops! i meant my bitchin hat! from the thrift store~"
"Yes." Aniko had no idea where this was going, but, when an image came through and Aniko clicked on it, the first thing she noticed was... a bit of a Ginny-wardrobe-malfunction.
"hey anikooooo!" Ginny's message read immediately after sending her picture. "you like my scaaaaaary hat? :D"
That growing feeling of arousal started to engulf Aniko as it, also, pushed up the elastic of her underwear. What was that thing Ginny said before...? Mastered-baiting? Yeah. Aniko was immediately feeling up to that now.