"That cycling show you watched last week? Season 2 is coming out, and there's no yaoi!"
The Importance Of Sex Ed
(Автор: Anzer-ke)
Usually Emma looked forward to lunch, to sitting with her two best friends and being able to talk without any teachers getting annoyed at them for disrupting the class or whatever. On days that she wasn't modelling or planning to meet them after school and hang out, lunch was probably the high point of her day. Except there had been a slight problem ever since they saw Taylor going home with Mr tall dark and fuckable. Not only had the coward been skipping school almost every day since -the dirty little slut— meaning that Emma had to pass on her favourite way to blow off steam, but what had been said on that fateful day had altered the topic of their conversations forever.
It was with a little dread that Emma took her lunch tray over to their usual table. Sophia was out of school for some PR event with the Wards so it was just Madison waiting for her. Her cute friend looked ridiculously innocent, waving her over with a beaming smile and her lunch in a brown bag with her name on it.
Emma had always known that it was an act, but it was only in the last few weeks that she'd realised just how far from innocent Madison really was.
Sitting down, Emma took as long as possible to organise her tray and get her skirt positioned neatly, anything to delay the inevitable—
"So what did you do over the weekend Ems? Get up to anything with that boyfriend of yours?"
The way Madison waggled her eyebrows had Emma suppressing a shudder. If a guy looked that perverse she'd have yelled 'rape!' without hesitation. Unfortunately that was unlikely to slow Madison down.
"You know I really do want to meet this guy of yours, me and Sophia need to check him out for you. Make sure he's suitable for our friend. Maybe check he can keep up with you?"
'Fuck, I've already used him being unwell twice last week. Can't make him seem too sickly or Sophia will think I'm dating a weakling. The last time I used business trip was the week before, wasn't it?'
"Sorry Mads, he's in England on some business thing still. He was away the whole weekend."
"Oh, that sucks. I hope you weren't too lonely. You should have given me a call and we could've hung out."
The other girl looked so genuinely remorseful that Emma relaxed her guard. Madison was her friend after all, even if it was a bit harder to talk to her and Sophia lately, that hadn't changed. Taking a sip of her juice Emma wondered if maybe she should just come clean and admit to her lies.
"So if he was away and you weren't hanging with us, I bet you had a hell of a party. How many studs did you wear out this time?"
Not long ago Emma would have been appalled at the suggestion that she would cheat on someone, especially with multiple guys at once. Of course that was before she realised just how much more mature than her her friends were, how childish her idea of normal was. It wasn't like she could admit that though.
"Totally. I had four guys at once, all weekend."
Madison didn't respond immediately, staring at her lunch until Emma was certain that she'd said something wrong and given the game away. Then Madison sat up and tossed aside some surgically extracted tomatoes.
"Sorry Ems, I wish my mom would just listen to me already and stop putting those disgusting things in my sandwiches. It's not like I eat them anyway. You were saying?"
"Just how I had four guys at the same time, no big deal."
Madison raised an eyebrow and Emma wondered if she'd gone too far. Was four too many?
"Isn't four a bit low for you? I thought you said you didn't bother with less than five unless it was your boyfriend?"
'Did I? Shit shit shit, I can't keep all these stories straight. Uh...'
"...Yeah, yeah I mean obviously I just meant four guys inside me at once. It was seven guys total."
"Four inside you at the same time?"
"It was, uh, great. I had one in my mouth of course and another in my pussy and then my ass, you know how it goes."
"Where was the fourth guy?"
"Huh?"
"You said it was four inside you at once, that's three..."
"Oh he-he was in my ass too. Yeah I had two dicks in my ass, so that's four."
"Wow, you go girl. So that's four of them, you said it was seven total so what were you doing with the other three. I'm guessing handjobs for two of them."
"Obviously. We swapped around a bunch, but I mean my hands are so good that they didn't even care if I just used them, my hands I mean."
Madison looked like she was meeting one of the Triumvirate, the same awed expression that had driven Emma to ever greater heights in their pranks on Taylor. Oh how she wished that they were talking about some way to fuck with Taylor.
Getting ahead of the inevitable next question, Emma smirked and patted Madison on the head as she spoke, "That just leaves lucky number seven, you wanna know what I was doing to that guy?"
A quick nod crushed Emma's hope that she might be done.
"I...I uh..." 'Ok I've already used all my holes, my hands are full, two dicks with one hand? No she'll never believe that, maybe something with my legs?'
"So what did you do? Ems?"
"Well, I..." 'No, that's totally gross. Something, something, what bits of me would still be open? Uh...'
"Earth to Emma."
"Armpit!"
"Wha-?"
"Yeah, the seventh guy was fucking my armpit of course. Haven't you ever done that?"
"No. I wouldn't have...does it feel good?"
"Pretty good. I mean the guys cum so fast when I let them do it so I never have time to get all that into it. They love it though. One of those guys said it, uh, it felt better than a blowjob."
'What the fuck am I even talking about. There's no way she's gonna believe this. I should have just come clean from the start.'
"That sounds amazing. I'll have to try that next time I have company. In fact I'm gonna text Sophia and tell her to try it too. We can compare notes."
Madison stood up as she was talking, leaving her bag on the table and nodding towards the hallway leading to the nearest bathrooms.
A few weeks ago Emma would have gone with her just to keep the conversation going.
Now she found herself waving her friend away with a smile and internally thanking anything that would listen for giving her a break.
* * *
Out of sight of Emma, Madison practically sprinted for the nearest bathroom and ducked inside. She locked herself in a stall and sat up on the toilet, hugging her knees to her chest. Her happy expression fell apart and she let her real feelings show in a mix of disgust and fear.
"Two d-dicks? In her ass?!" she whispered to herself.
'No wonder I can't get a date if that's the kind of thing girls are doing. I am such a loser, what kind of girl hasn't even kissed a boy at fifteen? I can't let them find out. Even Taylor's got to have more experience than me'
Madison pursed her lips as an idea came to her.
'Really I just need someone to practice with, yeah. Someone pathetic enough that no-one will believe them and easy enough that I don't have to worry they'll say no.'
As she tapped out the message she had promised to send Sophia, Madison considered who out of her classmates would best fit her criteria.
'How about that Greg kid that was always sniffing around Taylor?'
* * *
Lounging backstage of the latest ridiculous event aimed at getting dumb kids not to sign up with the gangs by showing them how super special awesome the fucking Wards were, Sophia glanced at the message she'd gotten from Madison. Then she took a longer look and wondered if autocorrect had struck again. She thought of texting her friend back to check, but the problem was that if she wasn't then it would give away that Sophia wasn't exactly as experienced as she was claiming to be. From there it would only be a short step for Madison to wonder if she had any experience at all, to start looking down on her just because she didn't want to fuck anything that moved like her friends did.
Finding out how much of a slut Madison was had been bad enough, but finding out that Emma, her fierce and wonderful Emma was like that too? That had felt like swallowing broken glass.
Of course Sophia knew how to deal with that kind of feeling. She even had the perfect target lined up.
After all, Emma might have refused to reveal the name of her boyfriend, but she'd still described plenty about him. Enough to make the connection to someone Sophia had introduced her to, to one of the few guys that Sophia hadn't felt like glaring at when they looked at Emma. Dean Stanfield was a gentleman after all, even if he wasn't completely in love with Glory Girl and way too honourable to cheat.
Or so she'd thought.
Flicking through her phone to the draft she'd been working on since finding out that Dean had been on a business trip right when Emma's mysterious boyfriend was, Sophia made a few final alterations and then sent it straight to the inbox of New Wave's rising star.
'Just you wait until tonight Dean. Me and your girlfriend are gonna show you what happens to cheating scumbags!'
* * *
While all of this was going on, another girl with ties to the three friends was enjoying her lunchtime immensely.
The bed she was face down on was ridiculously soft, and she was pretty sure that her blindfold was made of silk. The scarf binding her hands together behind her back was definitely silk. Taylor knew because she'd made it herself, though she'd had a more traditional purpose in mind when she gave it to Brian that very morning.
Then a smack of skin on skin split the air and pain drove every other thought from her head. It pierced into her, leaving a mark that she could feel like fire on her skin, except fire hurt and this heat that followed the impact was anything but painful. She bit into the sheets and a moan bubbled up from somewhere deep in her chest. Even as the pain faded to a mild sting across her ass, she wanted more. She'd lost count, but there had to be more coming because it just felt too damn good to be over already.
When the next thing she felt on her ass was a gentle touch rather than a sharp spank, Taylor couldn't help but pout into the sheets. She shivered as those gentle hands applied a cream that felt ridiculously cold on her skin, goosebumps breaking out across her back as it was slowly rubbed in.
"There's no way that was ten." Her voice was a little muffled, but she knew he could hear the accusation in her tone.
"I'm pretty sure I can count to ten."
She didn't really have a counter to that, not that Taylor was going to let that stop her from complaining.
"Then we should have gone higher than ten, I'm telling you I don't care what the book says about building up to it. I can take mo-"
A yelp cut her off as his fingers brushed a spot on her inner thigh that suddenly felt like it was on fire. Not in the fun way either, more like the 'Lung just bitch slapped me' way. Though the cream helped a lot.
Luckily for his decade long streak of not being stung by bees, Brian kept his urge to say 'I told you so' in check.
* * *
After he was done with the cream, or more accurately after he felt like he couldn't use the cream as an excuse to feel up Taylor's cute butt any more, Brian wiped his hands on a towel he'd kept nearby and went to pick up her robe. As he crossed the room to where he'd tossed it earlier, a swarm of insects emerged from various nooks and crannies and began manipulating the scarf binding her hands, their neatly choreographed efforts making short work of his knots.
He was careful not to turn around when he heard the rustle of sheets. Instead holding out the robe for more of her minions to ferry it over to her, then holding himself still despite the tantalising sounds of her slipping it on. No easy feat.
Not that he didn't get it. As much as he wanted to see her naked, it wasn't like he was ready to strip down in front of her either. Taking it slow was how they had agreed to go about this. Whatever the hell 'this' was.
"You can look now, I mean I'm dressed."
Turning around Brian wasn't surprised to see the blush lighting Taylor's cheeks. His own face felt pretty hot. They had just...
The silence stretched on until Brian found his voice.
"Well," he croaked, hurrying to clear his throat before continuing; "I guess we'd better get back to work."
"You're right. Armoured car robberies don't plan themselves." There was more than a little awkwardness in her voice.
But when he stepped past her to head for the bedroom door, Brian found her hand brushing his and stopped in his tracks.
Carefully, cautiously, he let their fingers intertwine, not daring to look back at her face in case the embarrassment returned. Her hand told him enough anyway, holding firm and certain to his own. Telling him that she had a smile to match his own.
Then they walked out the bedroom door, and got back to being supervillains.
Familiarity
(Автор: volantredx)
It was beginning to be a long day for Director Emily Piggot. There was the recent round of funding fights, and with DC breathing down her neck about the lack of results in dealing with the big players odds were there was going to be less to go around this year, and shit was getting worse. That much was evident when Miss Militia strode in file in hand.
"My report from Sophia's testimony," she stated placing the file on the desk. "Panacea was able to treat the girls' injuries. The civilian, Emma, was remarkably unharmed. From the sounds of things it was some new cape trying to make their name taking down a hero."
"Do we have a discription?"
"Barely. It seems that they attacked Sophia before she had any idea they were even there. Bugs it seems. Looks like a Master and a powerful one."
"Shit," Piggot cursed under her breath. Masters were always terrible for PR and a pain to keep contained. "Pass it along to the others. The faster the new punk on the block realizes what a mistake they made the better."
"Yes ma'am." Miss Militia saluted, but Piggot could see that she was hesitant about something.
"Is there more."
"No, not really, just..." Miss Militia trailed off.
"Go on."
"Well there was something when I was speaking to the civilian about the attack. The way she carried herself seemed very familiar."
"She was at Shadow Stalker's probation hearing," Piggot pointed out.
"It's not that, it's the way she spoke, how she carried herself. I've seen the same behavior a lot over the years."
"In recent triggers?" That was the last thing Piggot needed. If the girl trigger and had Shadow Stalker as her cape mentor, the Director could barely restrain a shudder.