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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      逆転裁判_|_Gyakuten_Saiban_|_Ace_Attorney
  Relationship:
      Kidzuki_Kokone/Naruhodou_Minuki_|_Athena_Cykes/Trucy_Wright
  Character:
      Kidzuki_Kokone_|_Athena_Cykes, Naruhodou_Minuki_|_Trucy_Wright
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-03 Words: 8058
****** Experimentation ******
by tellezara
Summary
     Response to Phoenix Wright Kink Meme prompt asking for Trucy/Athena.
     Trucy is 16 and Athena is 18 in this, to make the ages clear. The
     focus on the fic is very much on experimentation, with Athena
     offering to help Trucy find out how she feels about sexual activity
     with another girl, only to find she enjoys it more than she
     anticipated...
“Those are nice leggings,” Trucy commented as she handed another wet dish to
Athena to dry. “I like the pattern! It’s like a galaxy or something.”
“Hey, thanks!” Athena said, taking the plate and drying it off with the
teatowel. “I only bought them yesterday, I thought they were pretty cool and I
just couldn’t wait to wear them. It’s the Horsehead Nebula, see?” she tilted
her leg towards Trucy to show the darker patch on the printed leggings that
looked like a horse’s head rearing out of the pinky-purple stardust.
“Oh!” Trucy exclaimed. “Wow, it really does look like a horse’s head!” Then she
sighed, turning back to the sink. “We never do cool stuff like that at school,
it’s just the order of the planets in the solar system and stuff. Boooring. The
exhibit at the Cosmos Space Centre was way more interesting!”
“Oh, Mr. Wright finally took you back there, did he?” Athena smiled. “I know
you didn’t really get a chance to look at any of the stuff last time you went,
because Aura’s robots started rounding everyone up.”
“Yeah, but he wouldn’t buy me anything from the souvenir shop,” Trucy made a
pouty face. “He said it was too expensive. I even told him I’d go without salty
noodles for a week if he’d buy me some moon rock! But no, he’s a meanie.”
“Well, you do spend all your allowance on magic stuff,” Athena grinned. “Gotta
prioritise!”
“Ah!” Trucy had a realisation. “So it’s not that Daddy’s mean because he won’t
buy me stuff, he’s mean because he won’t give me more allowance so I have spare
money to buy other things!”
“Er, haha, I think if you did get more allowance you’d just buy more magic
stuff,” Athena pointed out.
Trucy thought about this, swirling the sudsy water in the sink around with the
scrubbing brush.
“Probably. But your leggings are cool, they’d be worth some of my allowance!”
“Hey, you’re not buying my leggings off me!”
“I could buy my own,” Trucy grinned at her.
“Well, these are Black Milk leggings – you might not like the price tag so
much.”
“How much are they?”
Trucy squealed in horror when Athena told her.
“And you paid that much for those?!”
“Well, I don’t buy myself many things and I really liked them, so...”
Trucy looked at her in wonder.
“Wow, it must be amazing to be a grownup and just buy things because you really
like them,” she said.
“Hey, they make me feel like a million dollars, wearing something so cool, so
it’s worth it,” Athena smiled.
Trucy was looking at Athena’s leggings, dish in one hand and scrubbing brush in
the other. Then she looked up at Athena.
“You look like a million dollars, too,” she said, then immediately began
scrubbing hard at the dish she held.
If it wasn’t for the slight clash between what Trucy had said and what the
voice of her heart was singing, Athena would’ve missed the slight pinkness of
Trucy’s cheeks. But the disparity stuck out to her straight away – the casual
compliment against the sheer amount of joy in Trucy’s heart. She dried the dish
that Trucy passed to her, thinking about this.
“Hey, Trucy,” she said.
“Uh, yes?” Trucy was feeling around in the soapy water for the cutlery. Athena
caught the trace of alarm in her voice and saw the pink blush on Trucy’s cheeks
deepen. She’s worried about me catching her out.
So she went for a neutral approach – one that would let her assess things more.
“I’m free tomorrow – and it’s a holiday day for you, isn’t it? So do you fancy
going downtown with me? We could take some of your Wonder Bar savings and you
can get some new clothes that make you feel like a million dollars!”
“Yay, shopping!” Widget chimed in.
“Ooh!” Trucy turned towards Athena, the pink blush on her cheeks masked by her
big, happy smile. “I haven’t been out shopping in forever! Polly’s so boring to
go shopping with, all he wants to look at are waistcoats. I’d love to go
shopping with you, Athena!”
“Awesome, it’s a date!” Athena held up her teatowel triumphantly. “I’ll take
you to all the cool shops!”
“A... date?” Trucy stammered, dropping the scrubbing brush. Her voice jangled
in Athena’s ears – excitement, shock, happiness, confusion. Yes, there was
definitely something going on. Perhaps she could get to the bottom of it and
help Trucy out.
“Yup, a date for all things girly!” she said. “The boys are away tomorrow and
the day after for that Legal Academy Conference thing, so after shopping we can
come home and have a movie night with icecream and things.” She’d been annoyed
at not getting to go, being left at home to keep an eye on Trucy and to keep
the place clean (more specifically the toilet), but perhaps things would still
be fun after all.
“Oh, that sounds brilliant!” Trucy was excited now. “Now I can’t wait until
tomorrow!”
“Well, do all your homework and then it’ll come faster.”
“Booo. Dullest way to spend an evening,” Trucy sighed.
“Well you shouldn’t have left it all till right before midterms. I’ve got work
to do too! C’mon, we’ll boot Apollo off the sofa and work in front of the TV.”
It was a companionable evening at the Wright Anything Agency. Apollo was
putting off doing his packing for tomorrow’s trip, so he helped Trucy with her
homework. Mr. Wright was on the phone to Prosecutor Edgeworth in the background
– they were talking about cases, and Athena tuned it out pretty quickly. Her
paperwork was mindless, and her thoughts quickly turned to Trucy.
“Is this really such a good idea?” Widget said.
“What is?” Trucy asked.
“Me doing this paperwork so late at night,” Athena said absently. She was used
to covering up for Widget.
“You could do my math homework instead?” Trucy offered.
“Nah, you’re alright.” Anything outside of the statistics she’d used for her
psychology projects was beyond her.
“It wasn’t a good swap anyway,” Trucy went back to what she was doing.
Athena sighed to herself. She wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do.
But it was more than likely that Mr. Wright hadn’t picked up on the thing that
she had. She was still thinking about it as she went to sleep later that night,
but managed to release herself from the analytical cycle by deciding that it
would be best to just see how things developed. It didn’t stop her from
dreaming about it, though.
***
"Bye, Daddy!" Trucy flung her arms around his waist, hugging him tight.
"See you tomorrow night, Truce!" Mr. Wright smiled, hugging her back. "Have fun
shopping," he turned to Athena. "Try not to let her buy anything horrendous."
"'Cause she'll definitely try," Apollo chimed in. "She nearly bought a
chameleon home from the pet store last time we went up town!"
"Hey, pulling a chameleon out of a hat is way more interesting than a rabbit!"
Trucy protested.
"Yeah, no chameleons for a start," Phoenix said.
"We're just gonna buy cool clothes, aren't we, Trucy?" Athena grinned at her.
"Yeah, and you're not very trendy, Daddy, so you you'll think whatever I've
bought is horrendous anyway!"
Mr. Wright sighed, a long, drawn-out, Solomon Starbuck-style sigh. "Written off
as uncool by my own daughter. The end is coming, I can see it."
Trucy patted him on the arm.
"It's okay, Daddy, you're still the best, even if you're out of fashion!"
"Hey, that's our train on the platform!" Apollo exclaimed. "HOLD UP!" he yelled
to the guard, slinging his rucksack over his shoulder and breaking into a run.
"Bye ladies!" he shouted breathlessly over his shoulder.
"Wait for me!" Mr.Wright called out. "Sheesh, I can't keep up with anybody
these days. Bye, you two!" and he was gone.
Trucy and Athena were left standing in the middle of the station concourse.
Widget suddenly giggled, and Athena clapped her hand to the device to muffle
it. But Widget was just echoing how she felt: like a schoolgirl whose parents
had gone away for the evening, allowing her to get up to mischief.
"So where are we going, Athena?" Trucy was bobbing up and down on the balls of
her feet, a happy smile on her face.
"Melrose!" Athena punched her fist into her palm, a grin spreading across her
face. "I'm gonna take you to the Tokidoki store, it's brilliant!"
When they got there, Trucy stepped into the shop, eyes wide with wonder.
"Wow, this place is amazing!" she gravitated towards the big handbags. "I could
hide all sorts of stuff in these!"
"Pretty cool, huh?" Athena smiled. "I never knew about any of these stores when
I was a kid 'cause Mom used to order all her kimono and things for me off the
internet."
"All the characters are so cute," Trucy picked up a nearby plush toy, a little
cat wearing a cactus onesie. "So you never got to see things like this when you
were little, Athena?"
"Mom did get me some nice stuff," Athena hastened to reassure her, detecting
the sadness in her voice. "And now I can come here whenever I like!"
"I guess it's probably more fun coming here to shop when you're earning money
to spend!" Trucy took out her purse. "Now I've picked this little cat up I
don't think I can bring myself to put her down again, she wants to come home
with me!"
Athena boggled at the amount of money sitting in Trucy's purse.
"Is that all your Wonderbar savings?"
"Oh, this is just a little bit of it," Trucy laughed at the look on Athena's
face. "Hey, just because Daddy's rubbish with money most of the time, doesn't
mean I have to be too!"
"That's a totally fair point," Athena conceded.
Trucy bought a few things and they left the shop with the first purchases of
the day. Athena then took her to some of the alternative clothing shops on
Melrose Street, introducing her to the colourful characters who ran them.
"Hey, Cosmo," Athena said. "You had some Black Milk stuff in a few months back
- still got any lurking around?"
The flamboyant shop owner laughed uproariously.
"Oh, honey," he patted her on the shoulder, "you should know by now that no two
visits to Flasher are the same! Come in every day of the week and I'll have a
new style for you!"
"Well, Trucy here really liked my Horsehead Nebula leggings I got from you last
quarter. Reckon you can fix her up with something similar?" Athena gestured to
Trucy, who grinned at Cosmo.
"I like your jacket!" Trucy said. "It's really fabulous!"
"Oh, oh, hit me with those compliments, darling, I love it!" Cosmo grabbed the
lapels of his sequin and stud-covered jacket and opened it up, baring his
chest. "They get me right in the heart!"
Trucy chuckled at this, and Athena knew they were both going to come out of
here with purchases of some sort or another. Trucy and Cosmo got on like a
house on fire, and the two girls were ushered into changing rooms, Cosmo
handing them a visual cornucopia of items to try on. Everything was a perfect
fit, and if something didn't suit Cosmo would take it away immediately.
Eventually he waltzed through the doorway of the changing rooms, a triumphant
grin on his face.
"Look what I found out the back," he singsonged, holding up a pair of Black
Milk leggings.
"Oh wow, Trucy, you need to try those on!" Athena exclaimed at the sight of
them. "They're the Harry Potter Patronus ones!"
"Harry Potter!" Trucy bounced up and down excitedly. Athena knew she was a big
fan, the books that Mr. Wright had sourced for his daughter were dog-eared and
well-read, and they were Trucy's go-to books whenever she was unwell and bed-
bound.
"They don't even make these anymore, sweetie," Cosmo said, handing them to her.
"It was just luck they were in your size, it's like you're meant to have them!"
Of course, Trucy fell in love with them as soon as she tried them on. The
ethereal blue animals danced across her legs as she spun around on one heel to
show Athena.
"I..." the magician was lost for words as she looked down at the leggings.
Athena looked at Cosmo, who winked at her.
"...How much are they, please?" Trucy asked Cosmo tentatively.
Cosmo bowed to her with a flourish.
"More than your savings, my darling, but they look so magical on you that it
would be simply monstrous to part you from them now!"
Trucy's whole face lit up, and as she thanked Cosmo over and over, Athena could
hear the joy in the young girl's heart, and it made her smile. Of course, she
bought a new skirt and some other things from Cosmo too, because she could
never visit his shop without coming away with something, that scoundrel was far
too good at his job.
They gleefully bore their purchases home, stopping at the general store around
the corner from the Agency to buy tubs of ice-cream.
"Oh, I love mint choc chip," Trucy patted the tub before putting it in the
freezer. "And Neapolitan for you!" she added Athena's ice-cream to the drawer.
"Yeah, I just love all three flavours and can never just have a tub of the
one!" Athena got the box of Maltesers out of the bag, holding them up. "Oh, I
got these too so we can play a game."
"A game?" Trucy was curious.
"Yeah, we have to pick something silly that's going to happen in the film, and
every time we spot it happening, we eat a Malteser!"
"Haha, that sounds pretty fun!"
"Yeah, me and Simon used to play it when I was a kid."
"You and Prosecutor Blackquill would watch films together?" Trucy's mouth made
a little 'o'.
"Yup, we watched old Samurai movies and things, although actually," she dropped
her voice conspiratorially, even though she and Trucy were the only ones in the
house, "I think he secretly liked the girly films I made him watch with me."
Trucy giggled. "Oh, Athena, I just can't believe that! Then again..." she
turned speculative, "he's quite traditional. Maybe he's a hopeless romantic!"
"Well, he'd never admit it, but I think you're right," Athena tipped her a
wink. "Now, time to get into PJs and order pizza!"
She changed into her PJs in the bathroom, while Trucy went to her bedroom to
change. She unbuttoned her shirt and as she looked up from the buttons she was
undoing, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She let her hands fall
to her sides, her dress shirt dropping open to reveal the blue bra she was
wearing. Unbidden, an image of her unbuttoning Trucy's pajamas came into her
head. Her cheeks flushed immediately.
You're doing this to help her, remember? she reminded herself. It's therapy.
She reached behind her back to undo her bra strap, her breasts settling into
their natural position and giving her a sense of freedom as she slipped off her
shirt and the bra. They were not a strange sight to her, nor was manipulating
them into bras or for lumps and bumps. Boobs were boobs. But again, her
thoughts of Trucy were betraying her, regardless of how she tried to steel
herself against them and clinically examine them.
She bent down and pulled her pants off in preparation for putting on her pajama
bottoms, but with a flash of guilt she realised she was starting to feel a
little wet between her legs.
"Okay," she murmured quietly to her reflection. "So this is getting to me more
than I thought. That's okay. It's an unusual situation."
The reasoning helped her school away the blush, and she put her pants back on,
putting her pajama bottoms on over them. But her skin felt hypersensitive, she
was aware of the fabric rubbing against her breasts as she buttoned up her
pajama top, could feel the slight dampness in her pants. She knew full well it
was just her body reacting to the prospect of a sexual encounter of any nature,
but she was having trouble denying the realisation that her desire to help
Trucy had blossomed into a desire of another kind.
She took a breath and mentally shoved her feelings in a box in one corner of
her head. Then she ventured out of the bathroom. When she entered the lounge,
Trucy was already ensconced on the sofa. She had taken her comforter from her
bedroom and neatly tucked herself in beneath it. She'd arranged it sideways so
there was room for Athena too. On the TV Trucy had already brought up the
ordering page for the local pizza place.
"What do we want?" Trucy flicked through the meal deal options.
"I'll eat pretty much anything, so you pick!" Athena flipped up her end of the
comforter and sat on the sofa, pulling the comforter back across. It was
already nice and toasty.
"Ooh, let's have the meat feast, and garlic bread!" Trucy put the order
together and they cobbled together the change for the delivery driver.
"Now, which film..." Athena fired up the movie service that Mr. Wright had
reluctantly subscribed to with Trucy's gentle persuasion. "Do we fancy a girly
movie, some Disney, a terrible horror film or a badass action thriller?"
"I know!" Trucy exclaimed, "Let's combine girly and Disney, we could watch
Tangled!"
"You know, I don't think I ever saw that in the cinema."
"Ohhh, it's really good," it appeared Trucy had already seen it but was happy
for a rewatch in the name of educating her. "I think you'll love it!"
"Tangled it is, then," Athena selected it from the list.
As Trucy had predicted, it was an enjoyable film, with the right mix of silly,
heartwarming and heartbreaking moments. Much to Athena's surprise, Trucy's
favourite character was Mother Gothel, rather than Rapunzel.
"Well, she's just a really tragic figure, I think," Trucy explained, taking a
bite out of her pizza slice. "She's ended up in this situation because of her
own flaws, and you can tell that she does care about Rapunzel really, in spite
of everything that's happening here. And oh, her singer," she said dreamily.
"Her voice is just incredible."
Athena grinned.
"Yeah, she has a pretty sexy voice, it's really alto and suits Mother Gothel so
well. She's quite beautiful in her own way, really - Disney did a great job
with the character designs."
"You think so too?" Trucy's voice had conflict to it - hope, happiness, but
nervousness too. Athena could tell the question had more than one layer to it.
"Well, yeah," Athena injected a casual note into her voice. "Guys don't have
the prerogative for sexy voices, after all. And look at her," she gestured to
the screen, where Mother Gothel was comforting Rapunzel after being seemingly
abandoned by Flynn. "Disney made her to be beautiful in a much more mature way
than Rapunzel. And she looks frickin' amazing."
Trucy was quiet for a moment, eyes on the screen.
"Are there any other ladies you think are beautiful, Athena?"
Emotions nearly assaulted Athena's ears. She didn't even need her special
hearing to tell where Trucy was going with this. The question was whether she
wanted to go there herself. Again, she was aware of the way they were both
tucked in under the comforter in their PJs, and her thoughts from undressing
herself in the bathroom came back to her once again, sending a tingle over her
skin. This was something that she thought needed to be done to help Trucy feel
better, but now, having realised it had transcended from need to want, she
wasn't sure if it was a good idea anymore. She'd deliberately removed Widget
from around her neck prior to this to stop it from betraying her feelings. But
her silence here was probably betraying her anyway. These thoughts were a
tumult in her head, she could feel her stomach flip-flopping in response to her
mental dilemma, and her psychology studies told her the only way to break this
was with action. She had to give Trucy a response.
"It's okay to think any lady is beautiful, Trucy," she answered the question
that Trucy hadn't asked. "Guys think so, so why can't girls?"
"I know... I know it's okay," Trucy said quietly. "I get told it enough at
school. But you still feel like you're not supposed to think like that."
That was something that actually matched with Trucy's feelings. Athena regained
a little of her original resolve, realising that her original assessment of the
situation, her own feelings aside, had been correct.
"Yeah, I can understand feeling like that," she replied. "A lot of the taboo
around these things comes from people not talking about it. School tells you
it's okay and then they never mention it again, having ticked that box on the
education list. America's pretty bad for it, actually - in Europe people are a
lot more open about it and you see lots of women together as couples around the
place. Guys too. But yeah, it can be hard to come right out and say 'I think
that woman looks sexy and she's rocking that pair of heels!' I mean, it's like
you complimenting me on my leggings yesterday - I bet you felt a bit
embarrassed saying that, right?"
Trucy flushed immediately.
"I, uh," she hesitated. Athena could detect joy amongst her prevarication and
took it for what it was - she was right on the money, and Trucy was happy about
being called out on it.
"Hey, it's cool," Athena laughed. "I totally appreciated being told I look
awesome in the leggings I bought to look awesome in! But you wanted to say it
enough that you overcame your embarrassment, right?"
Trucy nodded. It was as if she daren't risk saying anything now. Athena was
experiencing that thrill she sometimes got in court, when chasing down those
inconsistent feelings in testimony and driving her point home - and Trucy
wanted her to, she knew that now.
"So you see, the more you talk about it, the easier it is to overcome that
feeling that you shouldn't. And I can kinda tell there's more to this then just
talking about how badass and sexy Mother Gothel is. So why don't we talk about
it some more?" she offered. "It's just the two of us here, and I pinky promise
never to tell a soul if there's anything you wanna tell me."
"I'm so glad you pick up on things like this, Athena," the words tumbled out of
Trucy's mouth. "I'm so relieved! I just didn't know how to tell anyone, or to
start talking about it, and-" her voice was wobbling a bit, "and-"
"Oh, c'mere, Truce," Athena held her arms out towards her, and Trucy shuffled
across the sofa so Athena could put her arms around her. She was warm and
toasty from being tucked under the comforter, and that warmth sent prickles all
up and down Athena's spine, but she steeled herself and suppressed them. "Tell
me all about it."
"I'm sorry," Trucy hiccuped a little. "I don't know why I've just started
crying like this. I think I've just been keeping it all inside for too long."
"S'cool. I know it's not like you." Athena patted her on the back. "So what's
the story then? Is there a girl you like?"
Trucy nodded against her.
"Want to tell me about her?"
A moment of hesitation.
"It's... Jinxie," Trucy said.
Nervousness, fear, but also fondness in her voice. Athena paused for a minute,
unsure how to interpret that. She thought back to yesterday's chat over the
dishes, the one that had first clued her in that something might not be right.
There were some things that didn't add up.
"Why are you nervous about that?" she asked. "Jinxie's your friend, you guys
are really close. I'm sure if you told her you liked her, she'd be okay with
it, even if she might not feel the same way back. Are you worried your feelings
about her might affect your friendship?"
"Huh? No! Jinxie and me are friends forever, no matter what," Trucy was quite
resolute about that, and some of the noise in her voice disappeared with that
statement, but there was still some left.
Athena tried another angle. "Are you completely sure about your feelings for
her? 'Cause sometimes you can have a bit of a crush on a girl because you like
them so much as a friend, but that's not quite the same as actually wanting to,
you know, do things with them."
"...That's part of the reason I haven't talked to anybody," Trucy admitted. "As
long as I keep it to myself I can just say it's all in my head and it's just a
phase I'm going through, right?" The nervousness and fear she felt were
amplified with that statement.
"Well, tell me more about Jinxie. Why do you like her?"
Athena listened carefully to Trucy's explanation, she knew Jinxie was a lovely
girl underneath all of her fear and superstition, and she knew Jinxie and Trucy
were close, but throughout all of it Trucy's fondness for Jinxie was completely
overlain with nervousness and fear. Until she could clear that, she wouldn't be
able to tell how Trucy really felt. She was beginning to suspect what the true
scenario might be, and that made her nervous.
I have to fix this, I can't bear to leave her feeling this way, but I've
definitely bitten off more than I can chew here.
"Trucy," she said slowly. "All the way through that, even though you were
talking about somebody you have a lot of feelings for, you felt nervous and
afraid, even though you've said to me that Jinxie would be your friend no
matter what. You're not afraid of Jinxie, are you? You're afraid of me finding
out that you're hiding something else."
Trucy sat up, looking at her with a guilty, guilty expression on her face.
"I can't fool you, Athena," she said sadly. "You've figured it out. You always
raise your eyebrow like that when you suspect somebody's not being straight
with you."
"I do?" Athena frowned, making Trucy laugh. "Oh, shush, you. Honestly, nobody
can keep anything from anybody in this place."
"I am worried that the way I feel is just a thing that will pass," Trucy said.
"I've been terrified all this time about saying something and then it might
just be a stupid teenager thing, but it's too late and everybody thinks I'm gay
and will never like a guy again."
"You can like girls and guys. Bisexual is a thing. That again nobody ever talks
about. I think people should just like who they like, and gender doesn't really
matter."
"I've been really dumb trying to hide this from you," Trucy looked down at the
star pattern on her comforter. "Jinxie told me I should probably not say
anything because I see you every day and if anything went wrong I wouldn't be
able to escape the consequences."
"It's not Jinxie you like, is it?" Athena said. "It's me."
"...It is," Trucy's voice was barely audible, and she was bright, bright red in
the face. "I, I don't expect you to do anything about it, or say anything," she
added quickly, "it probably is just-"
Athena put a finger to the magician's lips.
"Don't belittle your feelings like that," she said. "I can hear the uncertainty
in your heart, and it's totally okay to not be sure about how you feel. That's
part of growing up, God knows I've been there enough times myself. But the one
thing I've learned," she sighed, dropping her hand, "is that if you suppress
how you feel about something, it'll come out somehow anyway. That's why I wear
Widget most of the time - when Widget says what I'm thinking, it forces me to
acknowledge the feelings behind those thoughts and to control those feelings by
coming to terms with them, rather than hiding them."
"But you're not wearing Widget right now," Trucy pointed out.
"Er," Athena prevaricated. "That's... true."
"Was there something you didn't want Widget to say?"
Hello, corner that I've been backed into. You are not where I planned to be.
"I didn't want him giving away that I knew you were hiding something," she
said, her hand unconsciously rising to where Widget normally lay against her
collarbone.
"That's not all of it, is it?" Trucy said. "You do that gesture whenever you
want to muffle Widget from saying something embarrassing, and you did it just
now even though you don't have Widget around your neck."
Athena groaned. "You and Apollo, geez. I can't even scratch my head without
being supplied with an interpretation. Okay, fine. I figured out pretty much
everything, except this last bit which I only realised when your feelings were
so conflicted while talking about Jinxie. So, before I knew that, I was going
to offer to, er," oh, how embarrassing, having gotten to this point she
couldn't even get the words out, and she could feel her cheeks going pink. "But
maybe that's a bad idea, I thought it was maybe somebody you were at school
with and I could help you sort out how you felt and whether you really were,
uh," she was getting frustrated with herself now. "Ugh, out with it, woman!"
Trucy was looking at her, utterly confused.
"Okay," Athena took a breath, realising she'd well and truly committed herself
now. "You're not sure, right? So if it would help you, we could touch each
other a bit, and see where it goes. Neither of us tells a soul, and if you find
it's not your thing after all, we can just stop, and you've lost nothing. It's
just experimentation, seeing whether you like it or not."
Trucy's confused expression slowly went away. She was thoughtful, mulling this
over. Her flush faded a little, to pink spots on her cheek to match those of
Athena's. They were still sat right next to each other, the proximity was
almost painful for Athena, every part of her just strained to be touched.
"Do you actually want to do this?" Trucy asked. "As in, um..." the pink spots
on her cheek expanded, her blush returning. "As in," she continued, "do you
fancy girls too?"
I didn't think I did before now, but this is where we're at, so let's not dwell
on that too much.
"Well, you've just admitted you fancy me. Maybe I'm not sure how I feel
either," she said carefully. "So, we could just see what we like?"
There, I've admitted nothing. She knew it would've been a different story if
she'd been wearing Widget, who would've declared from the rooftops that Athena
wanted to touch Trucy in all the places she definitely shouldn't.
She felt the warmth of Trucy's body as the girl lay against her, and a
deceitful thrill of excitement shot through her as she felt Trucy's arm wrap
around her middle. Trucy lay her head against her shoulder. Athena pulled the
comforter up around them and put an arm around Trucy's lower back, her hand
resting easily on Trucy's side. They stayed like that for a while, watching the
rest of the film together. Then Trucy's hand started to move, rubbing her side.
Athena took the cue from her, feeling the cotton of Trucy's pajamas shifting
under her hand as she moved it in a copy of Trucy's gesture. A slow arousal
started to build within her, fresh wetness between her legs that seeped into
her pants. Trucy's hand roamed further and further up in its stroking, and she
did the same.
"I've... never touched anybody else's boobs before," Trucy's voice was small,
distracted.
"Feel free," Athena turned sideways a little to make it easier for her.
Trucy laid a hesitant hand on her left breast, the warmth of her palm radiating
through Athena's pajamas. The touch against her skin, already hypersensitive in
her arousal, made her nipples harden almost straight away, and they rubbed
against her pajama top, making her feel so turned on. God, she wanted to touch
Trucy's breasts too, but that was something she wouldn't do without invitation,
she would have to wait. Trucy's hand was curious, exploratory, rubbing over the
top of her breast before moving down to brush lightly around the underside,
shifting it up a little. Then her other hand came along, one on each of her
breasts, and the feel of it through her pajamas made her want to rip her pajama
top open to expose them, to feel Trucy's hand against her skin.
"How does that feel?" Trucy asked.
Of course, she would be curious about that too.
"I can demonstrate, if you're okay with that," Athena said, trying to make it
sound like a casual offer that completely belied how much she wanted to.
"...Okay," Trucy took her hands away, the loss of the warmth and sensation of
touch was sudden and only elevated her arousal. Athena's hands almost shook as
she placed them carefully on Trucy's small breasts. Soft flannelette rubbed
against her palm as she touched them, they fitted neatly into her cupped hands
and she felt Trucy's nipples harden against the fabric that rubbed against
them. Gently, Athena ran her hands over them, brushing the hard nipples with
her thumbs as she did so. Trucy let out a little gasp.
"It's so different when it's somebody else touching," she breathed.
"Is it okay?" Athena asked.
"Y-yes," Trucy was finding it hard to get the words out and instead opted for
putting her hands back on Athena's breasts.
They touched each other, Trucy enjoying cupping the weight of Athena's breasts
in her hands. They were getting closer and closer together, and then they were
embracing, Trucy's arms around her middle and rubbing her back and sides, their
breasts pressing together warm and soft. Athena could hear Trucy breathing
faster and ran her hands down her back, tracing patterns with light fingers
that sent a shiver down Trucy's spine. The unexpected touch of skin to skin as
Trucy accidentally hiked up the side of her pajama top made her gasp
involuntarily, the light touch of Trucy's hand sent tingles radiating from the
point of contact and renewed the wetness in her pants.
"Ah! Sorry," Trucy took the hand away but Athena clapped her hand on Trucy's
wrist.
"It's fine, I just wasn't expecting it," Athena assured her. "You can go where
you want, you're calling the shots, remember."
Trucy drew back from her a little, catching sight of the high colour on
Athena's cheeks, the dull glaze of arousal in her eyes that matched her own.
She smiled.
"You're enjoying it as much as I am," she said simply, and Athena could not say
a damn thing in her defence, not when she could feel how wet she was below. She
just released Trucy’s hand with a nod.
Her confidence boosted a little by how turned on Athena was, Trucy put her hand
back beneath Athena’s top, her eyes were distant as she ran her hand over
Athena’s skin, lost in the contact. Athena pressed her cheek against Trucy’s,
her hands venturing lower and towards the lower buttons on Trucy’s pajama
shirt.
“May I?” she whispered in Trucy’s ear.
“Definitely,” Trucy went for Athena’s buttons too.
In a few moments, they both had each other’s tops undone, shielded from the
cold by the comforter and the heat of their own desire. Trucy pushed Athena’s
top open, pushing it down her shoulders a little, Athena’s breasts were there
for her to see now, freed from the accoutrements of modesty and inhibition.
They were round and full, her nipples erect in arousal much as Trucy’s were.
They looked at each other for a few moments, Athena suddenly faced with an
acute reminder of the fact that Trucy was only 16. Trucy’s breasts were small
and beautiful, and her body was still in the process of developing the curves
of maturity.
This is Trucy Wright, your boss’ daughter, the voice of reason reminded her.
“I wish I had breasts like yours,” Trucy said. “They’re amazing and I could
just kiss them.”
The frankness of the compliment startled Athena out of that thought pattern.
“...I’d love it if you would,” she found herself saying, because that was what
she wanted, and that was what Trucy clearly wanted. Is it wrong, us doing this,
if we both want it? Who’s the more mature one here – me, for thinking about how
young she is and acknowledging that I shouldn’t be doing it? Or her, for
knowing I’m two years older than her but still confronting her feelings and
taking the opportunity to experiment, that I chose to offer her?
She would just have to accept the guilt associated with knowing all this and
yet wanting to continue, because God, she didn’t want to stop. Trucy gently
laid her cheek against Athena’s breasts, revelling in the softness of her skin
there, and Athena felt the little wetness as Trucy kissed her, again, and
again, and she kissed the top of Trucy’s head, and then they were in a kiss
themselves, the aching desire spreading throughout her as their warm lips met.
It was a clumsy kiss that tasted of mint choc chip icecream and Neapolitan, but
it excited them both and they kissed and kissed, their sweat starting to mingle
as things heated up, their hands running over each other. In a moment of
boldness, Trucy ran her hand over Athena’s rear, and Athena gasped a little at
the touch, she hadn’t fooled around with anybody in a good year or so but she
adored being touched there. They were leaning back now, Trucy was on top of
her, and Athena could feel the last vestiges of self-control abandoning her as
their bodies pressed together, Trucy’s knee was between her legs and she pushed
herself against it, letting out a little moan at how good it felt. Her hand
skirted the waistband of Trucy’s pajama trousers and slipped inside to rub
against the cotton of her panties around her waist. They were both breathing
hard now, Trucy didn’t need any encouragement to get her hand into Athena’s
trousers, and she gasped in surprise at the wetness her fingers encountered.
“You were thinking about doing all this to me?” Athena moved her hand slowly
around to the front of Trucy’s panties, but Trucy shifted to put Athena’s hand
right where she wanted it – on top of the wet patch identical to the one in
Athena’s pants.
Trucy had nothing to say here, she made a little noise of happiness and
arousal, pushing herself against Athena’s hand and applying her own to the same
spot on Athena, pushing hard. They both breathed in at the sensation, Athena
placing her free hand on Trucy’s left breast. Trucy was propping herself up
with her other hand. They looked at each other, knowing this was the time to
stop if they were going to. Athena shifted her hand up, the wet fabric of
Trucy’s panties clinging to her hand and slicking between Trucy’s legs. Trucy
let her breath out in a shudder, lowering herself to lay her head against
Athena’s chest.
“Put your hand inside, please,” her voice was muffled against Athena’s breasts
and was more of a moan than anything else.
“Only if you do the same,” Athena murmured, repeating the movement of her hand
and making Trucy moan again.
She felt Trucy’s hand wriggle inside her pants, fingers delicately probing her
most sensitive parts and making her gasp and thrust against them.
“If I do anything that feels weird, tell me,” Trucy rubbed her cheek against
Athena’s breasts to look up at her, her face red and shining with sweat. “And,
oh, I feel so cheeky for asking, but when you’re touching, don’t rub this bit,”
she rubbed Athena’s clitoris by way of demonstration, and Athena quivered,
breathing in raggedly. “Oh, you like that? It feels weird for me when I touch
mine.”
“I like that. I didn’t know some girls didn’t,” Athena moved her hand inside
Trucy’s pants, burying the pads of her fingers into the wetness of Trucy’s
labia. “But you like that,” she felt Trucy rubbing against her fingers, felt
the fingers of Trucy’s free hand twitching against her side.
They masturbated one another, pressing the lower halves of their bodies
together and enjoying the sensation of their fingers being pressed deeper into
their warm and most intimate parts. They were both loving the noises they were
getting from one another, that they were both enjoying it so much.
“I could,” Trucy panted, “I could come, like this, oh God, ‘Thena, I really...”
she trailed off as Athena’s finger paused, lingering at the entrance to the
most private place of all.
“We can come together now,” Athena’s voice was low, laden with a hunger she
could no longer hide, “or I can make you feel even better than this. But if
you’ve never done this to yourself before, it will hurt a bit.”
“You mean the hymen?” Trucy asked. “As in, you want to.... put your fingers
inside me?” her voice shook, not with any kind of fear of this, but with want.
“As badly as I want you to finger me, fuck yes, I do, Trucy. But if you’ve
never done it to yourself then yes, that hymen will still be there, and that
means I might hurt you.”
“You... don’t need to worry about that,” Trucy was already red in the face but
she blushed with her voice just as much as she did with her cheeks. “I’ve done
it to myself before. But if you’re doing it to me, I think it might feel like
I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Well,” Athena wriggled down a bit, to plant a kiss on Trucy’s lips. As they
kissed, she slipped her pinky finger inside. “That’s an expectation to live up
to.”
Trucy groaned, her tongue slipping inside Athena’s mouth as she came down on
Athena’s finger, pushing it deeper. She had opened up a lot just with the
foreplay, and Athena wasted no time trading her pinky for her middle finger,
leaning her hand against the soft pad of flesh over Trucy’s pubic bone, feeling
curlicles of hair rubbing against her palm. Before being completely reduced to
a writhing, wet mess, Trucy was able to get her own index finger inside Athena.
She met no resistance at all, sliding straight in, and she seemed to have a
good idea of what came next, putting in a second finger. Athena’s mind was
almost empty, she had no other focus other than that incredible build of
excitement inside of her as Trucy’s fingers slid in and out. They thrust and
ground against each other’s hands and they kissed each other and touched each
other everywhere, quick and shaky hand movements over their heaving, sweating
bodies. Trucy was starting to cry out with each wave of the building orgasm
Athena was creating with every push of her fingers, and then Athena felt Trucy
spasm around her fingers, closing up and holding onto them tight as she came,
burying her face into Athena’s shoulder and gripping her upper arm with her
free hand as she bucked against her under the strength of it.
Athena was finally able to give in to the excitement inside of her, letting it
overwhelm her with a long, drawn-out moan. She shook and bore down hard on
Trucy’s fingers, pushing them deep, deep inside her to that tiny spot of
elation, hugging Trucy to her tightly as she shuddered through the waves and
waves of glorious orgasm. After everything they had done to each other, this
pinnacle took them completely.
Trucy was flopped against her, and Athena draped an arm around her in an easy
embrace as she gently tugged her slippery fingers free. Trucy took a few
moments to respond in a likewise fashion, her fingers withdrawing to leave
Athena with a residual throb of post-orgasm pleasure. Trucy wriggled over till
they were lying next to each other, still embracing skin to skin in the little
space available for them both.
"How was that for you?" Athena asked her, gently kissing the top of her head.
"Pretty amazing," Trucy murmured, laying her arm across Athena's stomach and
snuggling in closer. "Did I do a good job?"
"You sure did." Athena ran her hand up and down Trucy's shoulder. She could
feel the damp patch she was lying on now, created by her own sweat.
"...was it the same as having that done to you by a guy?" Trucy's question
brimmed with curiosity.
Athena thanked her lucky stars that she wasn't wearing Widget right now, so
that she could come up with a more non-committal answer than the 'BETTER!' that
Widget would have blurted out.
"It's different, for sure," she said carefully.
But Trucy chuckled in response to that, and Athena realised she had slowed down
her casual stroking of Trucy's shoulder while replying, betraying the amount of
thought that had gone into her answer.
"You weren't expecting to get so carried away with that, right?" Trucy had
figured it out. "I surprised you," she sounded pleased with herself.
"Yes," there was nothing else Athena could say in reply to that, really.
"So we both found something out about ourselves," Trucy traced little circles
on Athena's side. "You made me feel incredible, Athena. I don't think I've ever
orgasmed like that in my life. So I guess that answers the question of whether
I like girls or not."
"Yes, it would seem that you do, but it doesn't mean you're automatically gay
to infinity. You should just enjoy the sexual encounters you have with people
individually and on their own merits."
"I definitely enjoyed this one," Trucy snuggled into her. "But if I'm just
taking each time as it comes, I don't need to come out to Daddy yet, do I?"
"Nope," Athena replied, running her fingers through the delicate, silky strands
of Trucy's hair. "Maybe next time it'll be with a boy. Who knows?"
"Athena..." Trucy's eyes were half closed, she was being lulled into a doze by
Athena's fingers running through her hair. "Do you fancy me too?"
Athena didn't reply for a moment, curling Trucy's hair around her fingers.
"I think you know the answer to that," she said. "But..."
"I know," Trucy sighed. "Daddy probably wouldn't mind at the end of it all but
he definitely would at first."
"That's my sizing up of it too."
They lay in silence for a while.
"Is it bad that I don't want to think about that right now and just want to
finger you all over again instead?" Trucy said, a touch of mischief in her
voice.
"Bloody teenagers, they want all of the sex and none of the worries," Athena
said with a wink.
"Hey!" Trucy objected. "You're a teenager too!"
"Touché, mon ami. Maybe neither of us should worry, then." She turned over and
kissed Trucy on the cheek, pulling her close. "Let's shower together," she
said, planting light kisses on Trucy's bare shoulders. "Then we'll see what's
next."
"I think I know what's next," Trucy said with a smile, sitting up and offering
Athena her hand.
"You might read people's tells, but you can't predict the future!" Athena took
her hand and they both stood up, shedding their pajama bottoms to stand
opposite each other, nude and beautiful in each other's eyes. "You know I want
to do naughty things to you," she said, resting her hands on Trucy's hips. "But
who knows what those things will be!"
Trucy placed her hands on Athena's sides and they pulled one another into a
kiss, soft and long.
Trucy drew back from her, a high flush returning to her cheeks and a grin on
her face.
"I can't wait to find out."
[The end]
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