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It wasn’t exactly a glowing review of her social life, so I of course ignored her and focused more on my studies… maybe looked around and had some hook-ups with someone cute every once in awhile, but I mainly just studied. Honestly, outside of my friend group, I’m not the most…outgoing person when it come to new people. Especially not around someone as prestigious as her. Oh yeah, did I mention that she is rich? Because of course she is. She is very, very, very monumentally rich. \nShe has made what I hope are several jokes about using her wealth and deforestation tactics so that she can build several stores dedicated to fueling her wonderbread obsession. Again, I really, really hope that she is joking. That comment about wonder bread, however, actually lead us to having a conversation and, I’ll say It, actually agreeing to hang out a week from then (which is today) after she gets of work. How did that happen? Quick summary: I bravely stated the dangers of deforestation, she laughed, made another joke about it and…completely one upped me on deforestation knowledge. So now here I am, currently 3 people away from talking to her and arranging a place to hang out while I inner monolog to myself out if boredom. I sincerely hope that-\n“-what do you mean It’s expired?! My, like, girlfriend and I, like. Totally got this a few days ago. So, like, get your stupid facts right, bitch!”\n“U-um, Melody….it’s okay….we can just buy our usual and-“\n“um, no, sugarmouse. I’m sorry, but like, this bitch is trying to scam us out of free food. Free. Food. I’m not, like, going to pass that shit up!”\n“Ugh, excuse me, ma’ams? You’re holding up the line? Would you PLEASE just make you orders and quit wasting everyone’s time? It is an expired coupon. Someone else gifted you an expired coupon. There done. Move on.”\nOh yikes. That’s not what I’d call a pleasant conversation. I peek over the shoulder of a nervous customer and spot a very valley-girl looking Lynx and her very book-worm looking, quiet girl door mouse girl friend over by the front counter. Causing stress to a very irritated snow -queen known as Marsha. The elegant reindeer brushes a strand of snow white hair off her muzzle, attempting (unsuccessfully I might add) to smile and give the good customer service McDonald’s is known for…pffft hahaha, yeah, no, she’s glaring at them with a smile that looks like she’s contemplating their murder. The valley girl, Melody, places a hand on her hip and slams down the coupon, her face barley an inch away from Marsha’s stone cold expression. “Give. Us. The. Discount. Bitch.” I, along with several other customers, have our phones out and are getting ready to call the police. Well, except for her girl friend who I think was instructed to film this. I take a very nervous step forward. I don’t want her getting pulled by this chick, but I’m not exactly in the best of shape, my scrawny physic being hidden by my stylish bomber jacket and tan sweats. The “sugarmouse\" spots me stepping forward and rapidly shakes her head, mouthing something I can’t understand. My jerk my head back to the current fight going on and within two seconds Melody was flying directly towards me….shit! SHIT. The force of her body flying into mine knocked me square on my back. \n“Ow, you. Little. BITCH…! I’m so totally going to beat your face in-“\n“Hahahah okaythatsenoughnowMelodyletsgobye!” \nI think I just had a stroke. What did she say again? \nI guess it doesn’t matter as I see a little brown blur drag her girlfriend up by the arm and rush out of the McDonald’s with Melody screaming curses back at everyone in the store. “You okay, Virgil?” I painfully pull myself up into a sit, gazing up at the most disgruntled snow queen I’ve ever witnessed. “Here, take my hand. I am one-hundred-percent done with this place. We’ll go to a red lobster or something. “ I nervously fix my glasses and extend a shaky hand to be greeted with a surprisingly firm but slender hand. She lifts me up with ease, shockingly considering her fragile looking appearance. Even in that dull gray uniform, she looks like a hot chocolate-colored fairy tail princess from a kingdom of snow. But apparently she can knock a bitch across the room. Never judge based on appearances, I always say. Marsha and I basically make ourselves scarce before the police show up and jump into her small, humble, 180 inch long platinum gold and white limousine that she just happened to speed dial. Either that or the person behind the wheel is psychic and or knows her apparently violent habits and ran here just in case. Whatever the reason is, we quickly slide into the luxury vehicle and make our way to the nearest Red Lobster…40 minutes away. I’m sorry but…what?\n“Hey, um, I’m sorry but why are we going to the Red lobster across town again…? Is that where you live or something? I mean, I wouldn’t mind seeing the Mansion you no doubt have, but…” I glance over at her aaaaaaand she’s taking her clothes off. Right in front of me. Uh. I immediately turn my head away, pushing up my glasses and secretly thanking the gods for this turn of events. I can feel the heat pulsing through my vagina, all the way up to my cheeks. Ugh, I’m getting excited! “Hey. Are you just going to sit there like a little kitten or are you gonna help me?” I freeze up and slowly turn my head towards her. “Help…help you with what?” She has tossed her shirt into the floor, her elegant, curvy body on full display. She casually runs her fingers through her silky hair and rolls her eyes. “uh, don’t tell me your one of those that needs everything spelled out for them.” She points to her breasts and sighs. “I need some release after today’s little “incident”, that bitch ruined my karma for today so maybe giving a shy little sprout like you something to jerk off to might help balance it out.”\nShe scoots up next to me and skillfully unzips my bomber jacket, leting it slode off my arms and onto the floor. I swallow nervously, all of my inhibitions washing away as she firmly but gently grips my wrist and places my small hand on her breast. my fingers Instinctively squeeze it tenderly, causing a quiet sigh of satisfaction to escape her lips. “Good boy, that’s it… make sure to give my breasts the loving they deserve or you won’t get anything from me.” With those few words muttered, the shyness I felt before hand instantly evaporated. Replaces with the need to prove myself. I-I am certainly not a bottom, I mean, it usually ends up that way, b-but it may end up different here. After all, I really haven’t had sex with a cis-female before…. I shake those stupid, hindering thoughts out of my mind and get to work pleasing “my queen”. I immediately plant a kiss on her neck, taking both my hands and pinching each of her tender nipples, pulling and teasing them. She let’s out a sharp growl as I nip her neck a few times, continuing to massage and pinch her wonderful breasts. I snicker, trailing my hands down her navel, her white/chocolate, velvety fur tickling the pads of my hands. “Now, now, let’s not get so aggressive, my queen. We’ve only just begun…!” I throw in a sexy accent and slowly pull down her surprisingly clean work pants to reveal my prize. A nice, plump, juicy looking vagina lays bare before me, her panties, completely dry…and “my queen is…laughing? It’s quiet but I can see her legs shaking a bit, and a light, breathy laugh is emanating from above my head.\nBefore I have a chance to look up as she grabs the back of my head and slams my face right into her folds, messing up my glasses. Ouch, what the hell?! I mean I don’t mind rough sex but- and I’m on the floor with a gorgeous woman perched on my face. Huh, I could get used to this-wait no, I’m the one in charge here! Who does she think she is?! No matter, I can turn this around! JUST because she’s up there does not mean she’s in charge... right? I begin to have my doubts as I grip the back of her thighs tights and start ravaging her delicious peach. I dip my tongue in and out, run it viciously over her clit, roll my tongue over and over again on the clitoral hood….and nothing. From what I can see from on the link floor (which is nicely padded by the way) she’s looking rather board, staring at her nails and clicking her tongue in disappointment. \n“Oh, come on you “big, bad Tiger”, I know you have more to you than this, right?”\nWait, why does it sound like that was in quotes- ack! Before I can even finish that thought, she beings grinding her hips, forcing my lips further open and my tongue further into her vagina. My grip on her thighs tightens even more (hopefully not to the point of drawing blood) and I try to keep control of the situation. I try to do my sexy tongue maneuvers but she just is not having it. She keeps thrusting her hips into my face, quick and hard barely leaving me any room to breath even. “Now that’s a good kitty.” She nearly purrs as I start loosing the willpower to fight her, my nether regions practically soaked from all the excitement. Ugh, I can practically fell the heat pulsing through my enlarged clit, I really need to-AUGH. Can this woman just give me a break for more than two seconds?! She finally releases me from her death grip before gracefully turning self around and whipping off my sweats in a quick an royal fashion. Before I can even open my mouth to state my opinions on this, she smiles ruthlessly and croons “Ah, so that’s how this is, hm? Looks like your precious clam got drenched before we even got started…” \n“U-um, f-for your information, I-I, I….aaaah!” \nI let out an embarrassing moan, feeling every inch of her beautifully smooth, long tongue. She delicately licks in between my folds, savoring every single taste she gleams from NY juices. She sometimes stops to let me fester in agony like the bitch she is, breathing lightly on my poor, needy clit, only to resume gliding her tongue flawlessly across my every crease and fold. A-aha, so this is the game she wants to play, eh? P-proving her superiority by not orgasming at all, l-leaving me a speechless, wet mess?! H-ha, nit going to happen my princess…queen…whatever! Two can play at that game! I crafty spread her lips with my two thumbs and plant a suave kiss, practice frenching the dead center of her delicious vagina. I get my reward quickly as she stuttered in her tender licks, gasping slightly. “H-haha, who’s laughing now, my quee-AH” I immediately regret teasing her. Immensely so. She’s now decided that playtime is over, spreading my vagina wide with one hand and sliding two fingers into my slick, wet hole. “U-ugh, that’s not.. that’s isn’t fair!” I nearly embarrassed myself by whining that out as she continues to mercilessly pump her fingers in and out of me, laughing under her breath. “All is fair in love and war, my friend~” Gah, why does she have to have soft a soft and melodic voice?! No.. n-no…! I will not be beaten, I refuse! I try everything, fingering her, licking her slit, stroking her thighs, whispering sweet nothings… and it- “WORKED…AGH!” ….dammit, so much for not embarrassing myself. My whole body tenses up into a massive release, possibly squirting her directly in the face. “Yes, yes, it worked. I came. Good job, kitten.” Did she though? I look at her vagina again to find that she is indeed, cumming. With a slow flow, style, and grace as always. That’s Marsha I suppose. Who knew that she was such a quiet lover. I would’ve thought she’d be more electric and loud. I supposed I though her stoic act was, well, an act. I guess not. \nWe both sit up and clean ourselves of with the rather convenient wipes and towel dispensers this thing has. As I am wiping myself off and carefully cleaning between my folds, Marsha slids up to me and wraps a single arm around my shoulder and pecks me on the cheek delicately as to not cause me to hurt myself. She takes a quick glance at her phone. “Well Vincent, we have 20 minutes before we get to Red Lobster. I propose we watch some news for a bit, how about that?” I nod silently in agreement, tossing my used wipes in the trash can across from me. Wait, watch the news? How are we…*click*. I look up, slightly alarmed when a giant flat screen I did not realize was there for some bizarre reason clicks on with the news playing at a low volume. Marsha sighs, running circles over my nipples with her slender fingers. I tense a little when I feel her fingers blush gently over my surgery scars.\n“Hey…Vincent? I didn’t want to ask you about this during sex, but…”\n“Yeah?”\n“What’s it like, being trans specifically?”\nI let out a weary sigh, earning a side-eye from Marsha. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s-“ I shake my head slightly. Marsha raises an eye brow. I sigh again. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable talking about it, it’s just…difficult to describe.” I lean my head against hers, staring up I’m distraction at the news, probably talking about the president again. “I just…when I was a “girl”, nothing felt right. I constantly felt…out of character, like I was someone else entirely.” I shift in the seat a little. “my body was wrong, my mind was wrong, everything was just…wrong. I always felt that something was missing. Something that made me…me.” I gesture to my clothes in the floor. “I realized what it was when I decided I was going to dress more masculinity for a bit. It may seem minor, but it made me feel more like…myself. I didn’t completely change my personality and become a macho, toxic, manly man. But I did begin to act more like the man I saw myself as.” I let out another sigh. “Sorry if that got a little too heavy.”\nMarsha shook her head lightly and just silently stroked my cheek. We sat there for awhile, silently watching the news. Stroking each others fur, watching each other’s expressions when another fire story pops up on the screen. This seems like a sour way to end things honestly. And thankfully, just by glancing at her, it seems like she feels the same way. “Hey, how about when we hit up Red Lobster, we make it into something noteworthy, deal?” I stare at her for second before just nodding as the limo slows to a halt. “Good, because I’ve been keeping an eye on my phone and guess who showed up there just before we did?” Could it be..? Nooo, it couldn’t…right? She shows me her phone and, just as I thought, the couple from earlier decided to post themselves kissing over some dinner rolls and sweet tea.\n“Did she just seriously hashtag “eating out with my sugarmouse BRB fans!” Marsha deftly swipes to the left and the first thing to pop up is a video of the little “McDonald’s incident”. Oh, joy, this is going to be a fun thing Marsha gets to explain to the college after she and McDonald’s gets sued….wait, she’s rich why did she work there any way…? It doesn’t matter I guess, because it seems like we just reached our destination. And judging by the devilish smirk on Marsha’s face, she plans on making everything worse. Ooooooh dear, I may have to have the police on speed dial.\nWe get out of the cat and head into the restaurant, immediately greeted by several waiters and waitresses and the wonderful scent of seafood and breadsticks. Turns out Marsha made had her driver make us special arrangements…only 20 minutes prior to arriving here. I’m not going to question it, Marsha’s probably secretly an actual snow queen with psychic powers or something. Anyway, we make ourselves over to our booth which is, of course seated directly across from Melody’s table. “Hey, like, uh, what the FUCK are you doing here, rich bitch?!” She immediately assaults us with her lovely valley girl voice. Ugh, kill me. “Melody…sweetheart….can we PLEASE just enjoy our food…please…? I really don’t want a repeat of McDonald’s…”\nMelody looks at us, then at her girlfriend, then at us, the just plops down in her seat and huffy. “Ugh, fine. But like, I am totally going to ask to move tables. I don’t, like, want rich butch germs to infect us or something.” But as soon as she stands up, as soon as her and her girlfriend turn to go to another table, Marsha makes this comment; “Agreed, it’s not as though I’d ever consider you as anything but a little virgin with her barbie girlfriend playing make believe.” She stops dead in her tracks and I just stare at Marsha, both brows raised. Sugarmouse (what was her name again?) Gives is a puzzled look. “U-Um, what does that have to do with-“ “Excuuuuuse you, rich bitch! I am NOT a virgin! I am, like, 19! I’ve had, like, LOTS of hot sex with my girlfriend! What are you, like 49? Old rich bitch!” “M-Melody! N-no!” Marsha just looks at her with a bored look on her face with a small grin threatening to emerge. “21, actually. Also, it’s a bit sad to know that you’re still acting like a child even though you should be an adult.”\n“Oh, like, don’t give me that bullshit! My mom acts, like the same way, and she’s totally badass! You’re just jealous because you aren’t as good as me in bed, and you know it!” Marsha just looks at her and simply states “then why don’t you prove it?” I’m sorry, what is this conversation? Am I even needed here? Why is this happening? As all these thoughts fly through my head, I just see, Melody stare at her for a second, motion for Marsha to come over to her before leaning into her ear and whispering, “You, me, your limo. Now, rich bitch. I’m poly. Girl friends cool with it.” She looks at her girlfriend and who quickly nods. Marsha nods in agreement, but not before brining me into this. “Hold on, why don’t we bring our current partners with us? It’s not fair to keep the fun to ourselves.” Melody looks over at me and wrinkles her nose. Her girlfriend chimes I’m before she can open that mouth of hers. “u-um, Melody doesn’t like men, but I’m b-bi, so maybe w-we can just do a… double date thing?” Not sure what she’s getting at but her girlfriend seems to understand completely. “Ugh, sure. I have sex with rich bitch, you have sex with glasses-boy. Good? Good.”\nWell then.\nLooks like I’m having another round today.\n\n\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Eating out, rich-girl style
By CelestialLesbian
Oh dear, why the ever-loving hell is the McDonald’s line so busy?! It’s a Wednesday! Doesn’t anyone have anything else to do aside from gorge themselves on greasy “totally real meat” burgers and soggy fries. Though it seems hypocritical, since I’m standing in line at this accursed place and all, I’m actually just here to see someone (and possibly snatch a few cookies while I’m at it). My dear, elegant, level-headed, far-too-cool-for-this-place friend named Marsha. Ah, Marsha, what a lovely gal, beautiful and nearly as intelligent as I am hahaha….I’m joking. Sorta. Anyway, we met at college around last week. Well, officially met, anyway. She’s rather well known for hooking up with those pretty, peppy, oh-so-perfect people and having a few nights of ravenous fun before breaking it off in…interesting ways. It wasn’t exactly a glowing review of her social life, so I of course ignored her and focused more on my studies… maybe looked around and had some hook-ups with someone cute every once in awhile, but I mainly just studied. Honestly, outside of my friend group, I’m not the most…outgoing person when it come to new people. Especially not around someone as prestigious as her. Oh yeah, did I mention that she is rich? Because of course she is. She is very, very, very monumentally rich.
She has made what I hope are several jokes about using her wealth and deforestation tactics so that she can build several stores dedicated to fueling her wonderbread obsession. Again, I really, really hope that she is joking. That comment about wonder bread, however, actually lead us to having a conversation and, I’ll say It, actually agreeing to hang out a week from then (which is today) after she gets of work. How did that happen? Quick summary: I bravely stated the dangers of deforestation, she laughed, made another joke about it and…completely one upped me on deforestation knowledge. So now here I am, currently 3 people away from talking to her and arranging a place to hang out while I inner monolog to myself out if boredom. I sincerely hope that-
“-what do you mean It’s expired?! My, like, girlfriend and I, like. Totally got this a few days ago. So, like, get your stupid facts right, bitch!”
“U-um, Melody….it’s okay….we can just buy our usual and-“
“um, no, sugarmouse. I’m sorry, but like, this bitch is trying to scam us out of free food. Free. Food. I’m not, like, going to pass that shit up!”
“Ugh, excuse me, ma’ams? You’re holding up the line? Would you PLEASE just make you orders and quit wasting everyone’s time? It is an expired coupon. Someone else gifted you an expired coupon. There done. Move on.”
Oh yikes. That’s not what I’d call a pleasant conversation. I peek over the shoulder of a nervous customer and spot a very valley-girl looking Lynx and her very book-worm looking, quiet girl door mouse girl friend over by the front counter. Causing stress to a very irritated snow -queen known as Marsha. The elegant reindeer brushes a strand of snow white hair off her muzzle, attempting (unsuccessfully I might add) to smile and give the good customer service McDonald’s is known for…pffft hahaha, yeah, no, she’s glaring at them with a smile that looks like she’s contemplating their murder. The valley girl, Melody, places a hand on her hip and slams down the coupon, her face barley an inch away from Marsha’s stone cold expression. “Give. Us. The. Discount. Bitch.” I, along with several other customers, have our phones out and are getting ready to call the police. Well, except for her girl friend who I think was instructed to film this. I take a very nervous step forward. I don’t want her getting pulled by this chick, but I’m not exactly in the best of shape, my scrawny physic being hidden by my stylish bomber jacket and tan sweats. The “sugarmouse" spots me stepping forward and rapidly shakes her head, mouthing something I can’t understand. My jerk my head back to the current fight going on and within two seconds Melody was flying directly towards me….shit! SHIT. The force of her body flying into mine knocked me square on my back.
“Ow, you. Little. BITCH…! I’m so totally going to beat your face in-“
“Hahahah okaythatsenoughnowMelodyletsgobye!”
I think I just had a stroke. What did she say again?
I guess it doesn’t matter as I see a little brown blur drag her girlfriend up by the arm and rush out of the McDonald’s with Melody screaming curses back at everyone in the store. “You okay, Virgil?” I painfully pull myself up into a sit, gazing up at the most disgruntled snow queen I’ve ever witnessed. “Here, take my hand. I am one-hundred-percent done with this place. We’ll go to a red lobster or something. “ I nervously fix my glasses and extend a shaky hand to be greeted with a surprisingly firm but slender hand. She lifts me up with ease, shockingly considering her fragile looking appearance. Even in that dull gray uniform, she looks like a hot chocolate-colored fairy tail princess from a kingdom of snow. But apparently she can knock a bitch across the room. Never judge based on appearances, I always say. Marsha and I basically make ourselves scarce before the police show up and jump into her small, humble, 180 inch long platinum gold and white limousine that she just happened to speed dial. Either that or the person behind the wheel is psychic and or knows her apparently violent habits and ran here just in case. Whatever the reason is, we quickly slide into the luxury vehicle and make our way to the nearest Red Lobster…40 minutes away. I’m sorry but…what?
“Hey, um, I’m sorry but why are we going to the Red lobster across town again…? Is that where you live or something? I mean, I wouldn’t mind seeing the Mansion you no doubt have, but…” I glance over at her aaaaaaand she’s taking her clothes off. Right in front of me. Uh. I immediately turn my head away, pushing up my glasses and secretly thanking the gods for this turn of events. I can feel the heat pulsing through my vagina, all the way up to my cheeks. Ugh, I’m getting excited! “Hey. Are you just going to sit there like a little kitten or are you gonna help me?” I freeze up and slowly turn my head towards her. “Help…help you with what?” She has tossed her shirt into the floor, her elegant, curvy body on full display. She casually runs her fingers through her silky hair and rolls her eyes. “uh, don’t tell me your one of those that needs everything spelled out for them.” She points to her breasts and sighs. “I need some release after today’s little “incident”, that bitch ruined my karma for today so maybe giving a shy little sprout like you something to jerk off to might help balance it out.”
She scoots up next to me and skillfully unzips my bomber jacket, leting it slode off my arms and onto the floor. I swallow nervously, all of my inhibitions washing away as she firmly but gently grips my wrist and places my small hand on her breast. my fingers Instinctively squeeze it tenderly, causing a quiet sigh of satisfaction to escape her lips. “Good boy, that’s it… make sure to give my breasts the loving they deserve or you won’t get anything from me.” With those few words muttered, the shyness I felt before hand instantly evaporated. Replaces with the need to prove myself. I-I am certainly not a bottom, I mean, it usually ends up that way, b-but it may end up different here. After all, I really haven’t had sex with a cis-female before…. I shake those stupid, hindering thoughts out of my mind and get to work pleasing “my queen”. I immediately plant a kiss on her neck, taking both my hands and pinching each of her tender nipples, pulling and teasing them. She let’s out a sharp growl as I nip her neck a few times, continuing to massage and pinch her wonderful breasts. I snicker, trailing my hands down her navel, her white/chocolate, velvety fur tickling the pads of my hands. “Now, now, let’s not get so aggressive, my queen. We’ve only just begun…!” I throw in a sexy accent and slowly pull down her surprisingly clean work pants to reveal my prize. A nice, plump, juicy looking vagina lays bare before me, her panties, completely dry…and “my queen is…laughing? It’s quiet but I can see her legs shaking a bit, and a light, breathy laugh is emanating from above my head.
Before I have a chance to look up as she grabs the back of my head and slams my face right into her folds, messing up my glasses. Ouch, what the hell?! I mean I don’t mind rough sex but- and I’m on the floor with a gorgeous woman perched on my face. Huh, I could get used to this-wait no, I’m the one in charge here! Who does she think she is?! No matter, I can turn this around! JUST because she’s up there does not mean she’s in charge... right? I begin to have my doubts as I grip the back of her thighs tights and start ravaging her delicious peach. I dip my tongue in and out, run it viciously over her clit, roll my tongue over and over again on the clitoral hood….and nothing. From what I can see from on the link floor (which is nicely padded by the way) she’s looking rather board, staring at her nails and clicking her tongue in disappointment.
“Oh, come on you “big, bad Tiger”, I know you have more to you than this, right?”
Wait, why does it sound like that was in quotes- ack! Before I can even finish that thought, she beings grinding her hips, forcing my lips further open and my tongue further into her vagina. My grip on her thighs tightens even more (hopefully not to the point of drawing blood) and I try to keep control of the situation. I try to do my sexy tongue maneuvers but she just is not having it. She keeps thrusting her hips into my face, quick and hard barely leaving me any room to breath even. “Now that’s a good kitty.” She nearly purrs as I start loosing the willpower to fight her, my nether regions practically soaked from all the excitement. Ugh, I can practically fell the heat pulsing through my enlarged clit, I really need to-AUGH. Can this woman just give me a break for more than two seconds?! She finally releases me from her death grip before gracefully turning self around and whipping off my sweats in a quick an royal fashion. Before I can even open my mouth to state my opinions on this, she smiles ruthlessly and croons “Ah, so that’s how this is, hm? Looks like your precious clam got drenched before we even got started…”
“U-um, f-for your information, I-I, I….aaaah!”
I let out an embarrassing moan, feeling every inch of her beautifully smooth, long tongue. She delicately licks in between my folds, savoring every single taste she gleams from NY juices. She sometimes stops to let me fester in agony like the bitch she is, breathing lightly on my poor, needy clit, only to resume gliding her tongue flawlessly across my every crease and fold. A-aha, so this is the game she wants to play, eh? P-proving her superiority by not orgasming at all, l-leaving me a speechless, wet mess?! H-ha, nit going to happen my princess…queen…whatever! Two can play at that game! I crafty spread her lips with my two thumbs and plant a suave kiss, practice frenching the dead center of her delicious vagina. I get my reward quickly as she stuttered in her tender licks, gasping slightly. “H-haha, who’s laughing now, my quee-AH” I immediately regret teasing her. Immensely so. She’s now decided that playtime is over, spreading my vagina wide with one hand and sliding two fingers into my slick, wet hole. “U-ugh, that’s not.. that’s isn’t fair!” I nearly embarrassed myself by whining that out as she continues to mercilessly pump her fingers in and out of me, laughing under her breath. “All is fair in love and war, my friend~” Gah, why does she have to have soft a soft and melodic voice?! No.. n-no…! I will not be beaten, I refuse! I try everything, fingering her, licking her slit, stroking her thighs, whispering sweet nothings… and it- “WORKED…AGH!” ….dammit, so much for not embarrassing myself. My whole body tenses up into a massive release, possibly squirting her directly in the face. “Yes, yes, it worked. I came. Good job, kitten.” Did she though? I look at her vagina again to find that she is indeed, cumming. With a slow flow, style, and grace as always. That’s Marsha I suppose. Who knew that she was such a quiet lover. I would’ve thought she’d be more electric and loud. I supposed I though her stoic act was, well, an act. I guess not.
We both sit up and clean ourselves of with the rather convenient wipes and towel dispensers this thing has. As I am wiping myself off and carefully cleaning between my folds, Marsha slids up to me and wraps a single arm around my shoulder and pecks me on the cheek delicately as to not cause me to hurt myself. She takes a quick glance at her phone. “Well Vincent, we have 20 minutes before we get to Red Lobster. I propose we watch some news for a bit, how about that?” I nod silently in agreement, tossing my used wipes in the trash can across from me. Wait, watch the news? How are we…*click*. I look up, slightly alarmed when a giant flat screen I did not realize was there for some bizarre reason clicks on with the news playing at a low volume. Marsha sighs, running circles over my nipples with her slender fingers. I tense a little when I feel her fingers blush gently over my surgery scars.
“Hey…Vincent? I didn’t want to ask you about this during sex, but…”
“Yeah?”
“What’s it like, being trans specifically?”
I let out a weary sigh, earning a side-eye from Marsha. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s-“ I shake my head slightly. Marsha raises an eye brow. I sigh again. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable talking about it, it’s just…difficult to describe.” I lean my head against hers, staring up I’m distraction at the news, probably talking about the president again. “I just…when I was a “girl”, nothing felt right. I constantly felt…out of character, like I was someone else entirely.” I shift in the seat a little. “my body was wrong, my mind was wrong, everything was just…wrong. I always felt that something was missing. Something that made me…me.” I gesture to my clothes in the floor. “I realized what it was when I decided I was going to dress more masculinity for a bit. It may seem minor, but it made me feel more like…myself. I didn’t completely change my personality and become a macho, toxic, manly man. But I did begin to act more like the man I saw myself as.” I let out another sigh. “Sorry if that got a little too heavy.”
Marsha shook her head lightly and just silently stroked my cheek. We sat there for awhile, silently watching the news. Stroking each others fur, watching each other’s expressions when another fire story pops up on the screen. This seems like a sour way to end things honestly. And thankfully, just by glancing at her, it seems like she feels the same way. “Hey, how about when we hit up Red Lobster, we make it into something noteworthy, deal?” I stare at her for second before just nodding as the limo slows to a halt. “Good, because I’ve been keeping an eye on my phone and guess who showed up there just before we did?” Could it be..? Nooo, it couldn’t…right? She shows me her phone and, just as I thought, the couple from earlier decided to post themselves kissing over some dinner rolls and sweet tea.
“Did she just seriously hashtag “eating out with my sugarmouse BRB fans!” Marsha deftly swipes to the left and the first thing to pop up is a video of the little “McDonald’s incident”. Oh, joy, this is going to be a fun thing Marsha gets to explain to the college after she and McDonald’s gets sued….wait, she’s rich why did she work there any way…? It doesn’t matter I guess, because it seems like we just reached our destination. And judging by the devilish smirk on Marsha’s face, she plans on making everything worse. Ooooooh dear, I may have to have the police on speed dial.
We get out of the cat and head into the restaurant, immediately greeted by several waiters and waitresses and the wonderful scent of seafood and breadsticks. Turns out Marsha made had her driver make us special arrangements…only 20 minutes prior to arriving here. I’m not going to question it, Marsha’s probably secretly an actual snow queen with psychic powers or something. Anyway, we make ourselves over to our booth which is, of course seated directly across from Melody’s table. “Hey, like, uh, what the FUCK are you doing here, rich bitch?!” She immediately assaults us with her lovely valley girl voice. Ugh, kill me. “Melody…sweetheart….can we PLEASE just enjoy our food…please…? I really don’t want a repeat of McDonald’s…”
Melody looks at us, then at her girlfriend, then at us, the just plops down in her seat and huffy. “Ugh, fine. But like, I am totally going to ask to move tables. I don’t, like, want rich butch germs to infect us or something.” But as soon as she stands up, as soon as her and her girlfriend turn to go to another table, Marsha makes this comment; “Agreed, it’s not as though I’d ever consider you as anything but a little virgin with her barbie girlfriend playing make believe.” She stops dead in her tracks and I just stare at Marsha, both brows raised. Sugarmouse (what was her name again?) Gives is a puzzled look. “U-Um, what does that have to do with-“ “Excuuuuuse you, rich bitch! I am NOT a virgin! I am, like, 19! I’ve had, like, LOTS of hot sex with my girlfriend! What are you, like 49? Old rich bitch!” “M-Melody! N-no!” Marsha just looks at her with a bored look on her face with a small grin threatening to emerge. “21, actually. Also, it’s a bit sad to know that you’re still acting like a child even though you should be an adult.”
“Oh, like, don’t give me that bullshit! My mom acts, like the same way, and she’s totally badass! You’re just jealous because you aren’t as good as me in bed, and you know it!” Marsha just looks at her and simply states “then why don’t you prove it?” I’m sorry, what is this conversation? Am I even needed here? Why is this happening? As all these thoughts fly through my head, I just see, Melody stare at her for a second, motion for Marsha to come over to her before leaning into her ear and whispering, “You, me, your limo. Now, rich bitch. I’m poly. Girl friends cool with it.” She looks at her girlfriend and who quickly nods. Marsha nods in agreement, but not before brining me into this. “Hold on, why don’t we bring our current partners with us? It’s not fair to keep the fun to ourselves.” Melody looks over at me and wrinkles her nose. Her girlfriend chimes I’m before she can open that mouth of hers. “u-um, Melody doesn’t like men, but I’m b-bi, so maybe w-we can just do a… double date thing?” Not sure what she’s getting at but her girlfriend seems to understand completely. “Ugh, sure. I have sex with rich bitch, you have sex with glasses-boy. Good? Good.”
Well then.
Looks like I’m having another round today.
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