Ginny (gropee) and Aniko (groper) (c) Ketzio11 & Gothbunnyboy
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"Hey Aniko! Check out this pic I made!" Ginny cheered and Aniko was suddenly met with an odd picture of two cartoon characters having sex.
For the past hour, while the two of them were watching a horror movie during their little slumber party, Ginny had been doodling something on printing paper. She was huddled over the coffee table in an attempt to hide this 'masterpiece' until it was done and... finally it was done... and it was two cartoons fucking. Oh my god.
At least Ginny wasn't bothering Aniko about those fancy clothes she saw during their rather 'revealing' video call earlier. Instead, Aniko had shown up seemingly already in her pajamas.
Weirdly enough, this picture was Ginny's first real... flirt of the night. They hadn't gotten into any mischief during Aniko's stay so far -- no kissing, no fondling, no... whatever else they'd do together. Ginny hadn't even mentioned their Skip call and how Aniko was completely cheated out of seeing Ginny-boobs. A lot of it probably had to do with Aniko's post-orgasm guilt-awkwardness perhaps. Fucking that doll was definitely the culprit. Damn.
"Whaddaya think?" Ginny asked; insistently pointing at the smutty picture.
"I... uh... that's uncommon." Aniko murmured; feeling as though her eyes were unable to focus on the picture. "To say the least."
"Uncommon, huh?" Ginny took a look at it with an inquisitive glare. "I'm probably the only one in the world who likes Gumball and Carrie together. Oh well. Maybe I should go for something more common then... liiiike... Carrie and Teri or something like that."
Aniko really hadn't been keeping up with this 'Gumball' show Ginny kept referring to, but she politely nodded as if she understood; followed with the question: "...who?"
"Oh! Well," Ginny pointed at the cartoon ghost girl on the picture she drew. "That's Carrie. Teri's the paper bear girl with the little dress. She's a clean-freak and she helped Gumball stop the virus..." Ginny paused; Aniko's face of confusion probably tipped her off. "...anyways. Yeah! Carrie and Teri are both giiiiiirls." she put an uncomfortable amount of emphasis on the word 'girls'.
Aniko made an almost cartoonish gulp; fidgeting with her cast as she returned her attention to the horror movie acting as background static at this point. "Surely."
"Oh!" Ginny bounced a little as she reached for the TV remote. "Speaking of two girls together -- you know what would be fun?" she changed the channel just as someone in the horror movie was being chainsawed; switching it over to an odd-looking channel with people speaking a language Aniko did not recognize. "One second!" Ginny stormed off; her massive tail creating a gust that almost knocked off their empty pizza box from the coffee table.
Stuck with this channel with an unfamiliar language and at Ginny's mercy as to whatever the hell she meant by 'you know what would be fun?', Aniko sat in dread; fearing what would happen in the immediate future. Her knees buckled a bit and she rested her hands on them; letting out a calming sigh, yet underneath all of the anxiety, she could feel this unusual tide of excitement.
What an emotional mess.
A few moments later, Ginny raced back into the room with a case-less DVD between her fingers. Halting gingerly at the DVD player, trying to regain her composure; she huffed and puffed a sentence out with a goofy smile on her face: "I uh... heh... got this DVD from... Justin... at the ghost hunting club."
Aniko sneered at the thought of Ginny having seen someone without her around but she contained her disappointment. Either way, she was trembling too much to even have another word edgewise. The DVD in Ginny's hands was... a little suspect even from the distance Aniko was away from it.
"He said... it'd be fun for me and you to watch." she plopped the CD down on the tray with a victorious smile. "He pretty much owns every DVD that's ever been made ever. I just HAD to ask if he had anything fun for you and me."
"Vhat is that?" Aniko asked in a tiny voice; her accent thick even on those 3 words.
"You knooooow," Ginny wiggled her hips left and right a little bit. "One of thooooose movies. Except with two girls!" walking back to the couch with her hands behind her back and unnecessarily long strides; she hopped back on the cushion next to Aniko... perhaps a little close for Aniko's comfort. "Sounds pretty cool, huh?" she stuck her tongue out through her smile.
There were two feuding factions in Aniko's head; screaming at her as to how she should react to this. On one hand; she wanted Ginny. She loved Ginny. She wanted to know what it was like to do more intimate things with her even if her purported 'love' was barely a month old. Fuck it, that voice was so powerful that Aniko constantly thought about marriage.
Then, on the other hand, her practical voice tried to scream louder. This was the voice of her therapist; not her speech therapist but the... other one. The fact that she had never before considered telling a soul (besides her parents and her therapist) about the nature of her body ever was suddenly in jeopardy. It was like, at once, she could visualize her crush all nude and sprawled out on the very couch she sat on and her hormone pills that sat on her computer desk at home.
It was all so conflicting and all so fast; she had spaced out for a couple of seconds and the only thing that she could do was say, in a voice so small it barely matched a baby mouse's, "Sounds... fun?"
"Heck yeah it does!" Ginny leaned back and dramatically pressed the play button on her remote; tossing it on the cushion next to her as she instinctively pulled up her shirt to her bellybutton and bounced her palm off of it weirdly.
Ginny must have realized it was weird when she saw Aniko's barely turned head and glaring eyes looking down at her; almost judging. She stopped with an awkward giggle. "Sorry," she said. "Excited."
"Mmhmm." Aniko slowly craned her neck back to the TV; barely keeping her cool as her fur stood up on end and her skin felt rigid and clammy. The dark room was lit up with an ultra colorful title menu with the words 'Luscious Lovely Lesbians' plastered at the top. Surprisingly, the rest of the menu had no fanfare with 'Play, Options, and See Other Titles' selections. The background was a solid color; almost adding to the dread of the unknown.
"Virginia." Aniko said in a wavering voice; now feeling her tail tucking between her legs as she immediately regretted her 'sounds fun' remark. "Are you... sure your mom is... gone for the night?"
"Yup!" Ginny nodded so hard that her loose hair flopped all over. "She's out of town, remember? With her new boyfriend? No way she'll come home tonight." there was a weird quiver in Ginny's voice that Aniko noticed immediately. It was the same nervousness that seemed to have swept over Aniko as well.
Aniko acknowledged just how aroused she was at this moment; covering her lap with one of the couch pillows. There was something in the shy vulnerability that broke through Ginny's act of seduction that completely overwhelmed Aniko.
Ginny fished up the remote control again; doing that oh-so-cute side-of-the-mouth-tongue thing as she clicked on 'play'. The almost elevator-music-like menu soundtrack abruptly stopped and they were greeted by production values that outclassed the horror movie they were previously watching.
Aniko's stomach knotted as she realized this wasn't the awkward and silly 80s-ish porn that she was expecting but an actually competent... thing. It was contemporary. The women were young and attractive; both of them some form of cat and both looking like they could very easily be working at a rather hip coffee shop.
From Aniko's peripheral vision, she noticed that Ginny was biting her lip and was now leaning forward; her tail unconsciously flopping over and tickling Aniko's sides.
On the screen -- the college-aged beauties, while entirely dressed, had begun to kiss without any build-up and Aniko was so surprised at how genuine their performances were; being reminded of her own kiss with Ginny which probably wasn't as expertly done as these two cats.
It didn't take long for the action to start kicking in as the cats, while still embracing in their kiss, began to disrobe; revealing their differences in body types. One of them had a healthy amount of curve and rather impressive breasts pierced at the nipples while the other one was much more slender with her ribs showing and perky breasts that more-so resembled triangles.
The slightly larger one then pushed the other girl back; letting her daintily land on the bed they were upon and, the moment that woman's lips met the other one's neck, Aniko felt like she would explode.
Her eyes were shut as she unconsciously slid towards Ginny; her face red as a tomato and her breathing irregular. The closer she got, the more she was greeted by that faintly familiar scent of licorice and old books that Ginny emitted and, just as she felt their shoulders touch, she jumped in her seat with a squeak.
"Hey there." Ginny chuckled; Aniko seeing that she was also blushing. "This is uh... kind of weirdly doing it for me."
Aniko could do nothing but look at her with a puzzled expression. She was, probably, attempting to say something like "Oh really?" or something ancillary like that but it almost felt like she had completely forgotten how to speak English at that moment. Her mouth opened and she almost spoke Romanian. She just ended up biting her lip.
"You know, Annie," Ginny started; swiping her loose bangs away from her eyes; proceeding with something of an odd accent that Aniko remembered hearing before -- a sort of drawl. "You're kinda the first girl I've been... like this... with? Like... you're really.. you're hot. And you smell good. And watching this movie with you is really hot."
Upon saying this words, Ginny slowly turned her head to fully face Aniko; barely noticing what was almost steam coming out of Aniko's ears. She leaned in; slowly closing her eyes and Aniko instinctively leaned backwards. "Are you trying to take my third 'kees'?" Aniko blurted out and instantly felt like an idiot.
"Maybe?" Ginny giggled with a hand over her face. "Am I being too weird?"
It was that moment of clear lucidity. That weird vulnerability and insecurity in Ginny's voice was so assuring and also so terrifying that Aniko lunged forward; planting a quick kiss directly on Ginny's mouth with a scrunched up face. She wanted so badly for it to be like the one in the video they were watching but she had neither the experience or the confidence to make it happen.
Ginny laughed and Aniko felt like crap. Then, by some cosmic force, they were somehow coiled in an embrace; snuggling and watching two college-aged women... fucking each other. Neither of them said anything and their breaths were slow and quiet; as if both of them couldn't properly breathe.
How Aniko found the strength to push her face, matted hair and all, back to Ginny's was beyond her but she managed to do it and, shockingly, was not doing such a bad job at it. She was terrified and shaking but somehow their kissing was not as disastrous as Aniko assumed it would be.
Aniko absolutely loved everything about it. The power she felt she had over Ginny, the taste of Ginny's lips, the warmth of her body and the erratic beating of Ginny's heart as they pushed their chests together in their embrace. Sure, their boobs were not as plentiful as the women on the screen but whatever -- they really enjoyed it.
That was, until Ginny's hands started to roam. They started off innocently enough at Aniko's sides then moved up to her chest but then, out of nowhere, quickly trailed south and that's when the hyena literally shot up off of the couch like a bullet; slamming her knees against the coffee table and collapsing in a mess on the carpet floor.
"Whoooa!" Ginny tried to hide her snickering through her concern; completely caught off guard by Aniko's circus performer maneuver. "Are you okay?"
Aniko silently stood up; all of the sweet taste in her mouth was suddenly replaced with the copper taste of blood and shame as her fangs had dug into her lip. "Uhhhh..." Aniko stood; facing away from Ginny against the glow of the TV. "...vun moment, I must get some fresh air."
"Annie?" Ginny leaned forward a bit; her concerned expression would've destroyed Aniko if she was looking at her. "You hit your leg pretty hard; are you sure you're alright?"
"YisI'llBeFine." Aniko nearly barked as she stormed out; freezing at the exit to the backyard. "Virginia." she said.
"Yeaaaah?" Ginny responded with a head tilt.
"I am only going outside because... I forgot... something... on my phone." Aniko took a deep breath. "I really... like you and... 'keesing'... you." with that, she closed the open slide door and walked out onto the porch.
The night air was chilling, even for her. These were the kind of nights she enjoyed just sitting on the balcony of her house; sometimes catching a glimpse of her neighbors doing their business. However, it was the wet mist of the night that she enjoyed the most. She could imagine being in a very Gothic cemetery and found peace in that isolating thought.
It was calming her down, but, the noisy calamity going on in Ginny's neighbor's yard started to get too distracting. She could hear a... Dr. Who voice (which is what she identified as a British accent) coming from that vicinity. It was a girl who sounded distressed and it was ruining Aniko's zen moment at her imaginary cemetery.
She callously moved closer in hopes of getting a slight peek at whom her audio assailant was and it turned out to be a scrawny beaver girl with ill-fitting pajama pants and a training bra pacing around and talking on her cell phone.
For a moment, Aniko was amused at how many half-naked girls she has seen in this neighborhood alone. She was also amused at watching this girl who had no idea that there were a pair of eyes glancing at her barely covered body. Unfortunately, the accent made Aniko's comprehension of the conversation rather impossible.
Still, she rested her elbow on the banister of the porch and watched for a while; still needing to calm herself down. The only bits of information she could gather from this beaver girl was something about a French-style frozen desert and money. Aniko had dark thoughts... wondering if, by standing outside in the open with barely anything on, this girl would be attacked or something. Or perhaps someone in her house was going to do it. Or anything like that.
This girl wasn't as cute as Ginny, and Aniko certainly didn't fancy kissing her, but she found herself kind of hoping that something interesting would happen -- preferably something involving sex but that probably had everything to do with her current disposition.
Finally, the girl stormed inside; bra intact, pants still on, unraped. She was smoking one of those silly pen cigarettes... E-Cigarettes or whatever they were called. Though unlikely, Aniko could swear that she could smell it and it was really starting to bother her. Just one distraction after the other.
She suddenly longed for that sweet scent of licorice and antique books that Ginny had again. Though she had mostly cooled off, she was already imagining Ginny's body, her kisses, her breasts against Aniko's own -- and it all became dreadfully clear: This feeling wasn't going away.
Aniko gathered her confidence, took a breath, and stepped back inside of Ginny's house; prepared for whatever may happen.
Oddly enough, the sound of faint gasping and moaning was gone and it was replaced by various cartoony sound effects played at a low volume. As Aniko neared the living room, she could see Ginny lying on the couch. The thought of how quickly she fell asleep in their previous sleepover came to mind but she figured that was impossible.
Nope.
Ginny was totally asleep and she was letting out cute little growling snores.
Aniko paused at the foot of the couch and looked about; completely flabbergasted at how this happened again. She noticed two things the closer she got; the pillows and blankets were on the couch and covering Ginny's lower half... and Ginny's stomach was showing again. Something about it just didn't seem fair to Aniko. It was too hot.
She had pulled together her confidence for a reason and now she felt like it was being wasted. Aniko felt like she had to do... something. Though, waking up Ginny, for some reason, never occurred to her. She, instead, slowly crawled onto the couch and positioned herself behind Ginny in an almost spooning position; letting her body move herself instead of her mind at this point.
Aniko lied there for a few moments; Ginny's back squeezing against her chest with each snoring breath. The scent of licorice and books was really starting to affect Aniko in a big way, plus, not to mention her pelvis being so close to Ginny's backside.
Perhaps Aniko wouldn't go all the way tonight but... she rationalized that she could perhaps conduct an ultra scientific self-experiment... with Ginny. After all, Ginny had previously promised that if Aniko showed her chest, she'd show hers too.
Aniko had seen it many times but... that was her reasoning. Instead of just simply seeing them like she normally did -- perhaps a grope or two wouldn't hurt.
The one thing her experimental science had taught her on this night was that Ginny's boobs felt nice.