More out of morbid curiosity than anything, you put in a copy of the first movie— First Blood— and pull Madison down on the bed so you can spoon her from behind.
In the end, the movie isn't really very exciting. Madison seems to like it more, although at times you have trouble telling whether she's hissing in excitement or hissing because you're playing with her breasts throughout the movie. You make a game of finding out, but you're pretty sure she figures it out, because as soon as you start gently tugging at her nipples through all the action scenes, she stops hissing entirely and just bites her lip. Which is fine. There's something incredibly sexy about Madison biting her lip.
Eventually, you're forced to reluctantly let go of Madison's breasts so you can get up and put the second movie in. You hurry back as quickly as you can once it starts, carrying the remote so you don't have to wait over there and hit play like you did the first time. While you wait for the movie to load and play through the opening segment to get to the title screen, you idly amuse yourself by gently rubbing the remote between Madison's breasts, allowing the buttons of the device to rake over the flesh there.
Finally, you can hit play and put the remote down. Playing with toys is fun and all, but there's something so much more satisfying about being able to actually feel your girl's body with your hands. Especially her breasts, which are almost perfectly sized for you to hold in your hands— when you cup her breasts in your hands, they're sized just right for you to be able to run your thumbs all over her nipples and areola as you like. It's amazing. You're able to content yourself through the entire duration of the movie just playing with them.
When the movie finishes, it's not quite time for you to go home yet— only a little after five thirty, and Dad won't expect you to ring until around six. Which is fine; as soon as you hit stop on the movie, Madison rolls around in your arms and presses a hot kiss to your mouth. Somehow, you're fine with that. You're even fine with raising your shirt as high as it'll go when she nervously tugs at it, seeking permission; she sighs happily at that as she rests her nude chest against your own and waits pliantly for you to kiss her.
You get so embroiled in your make-out session that you almost miss the clock hitting six. Unfortunately, you have to break away for air at one point, and you see the watch on Madison's wrist as you grab her hands and hold them above her head. Not that you move to stop immediately— you go back in again, and then again, spending just a few more minutes exploring Madison's mouth with your tongue.
Worth it, you think smugly when you finally pull away and tug your shirt back down. By the dazed expression on her face, Madison obviously agrees.
Madison is, thankfully, coherent enough to remember to take off the new shirt and put her old bra and shirt back on before the two of you head down; you're pretty sure you would have forgotten that, otherwise, and had her wander down in her new shirt. How embarrassing. You can't hide her mussed hair, though, and Rick gives you a knowing look, causing you to flush and shrink down in embarrassment as you pick up their phone and call Dad.
He doesn't arrive for another half an hour. You amuse yourself by kneeling down at the coffee table in the living room and watching Terry madly colour in what you're fairly sure is meant to be a tyrannosaurus rex, although you're not sure you remember them being quite this shade of hot pink in the documentaries you watched as a kid. Madison kneels down beside you and begins to colour in herself, a practice Terry clearly welcomes by the blinding smile he gives her.
When Dad finally arrives, you see him blinking in surprise at you. Your smile falls off your face. What? You hadn't been doing anything wrong.
Madison gives you one last hug goodbye, unseen by either of your fathers, before you head back home to your quiet house.
The air is still awkward between you and Dad when you wake up the next morning. Neither of you had broached the topic of whatever had caused that look on his face when he picked you up last night. You just chalk it up to one more way you've let him down and move on.
You have other things you need to focus on, anyway. Like Victoria.
Victoria meets you at the entrance to to the bookstore as normal come noon on Sunday, scooping you up happily into a hug. You find yourself instinctively reaching for your power to search through her emotions and find out how she's really feeling about you and your relationship with her now, but you hold yourself back. It'd be nice to know what she feels about you, but... you've already manipulated her this far with your power. You'd like some of your relationship to be based on something real, even if her lust is manufactured. Wow, that sounds way more screwed up when actually said out loud.
You have to actively stop yourself from leaning up and claiming a kiss from the girl, reminding yourself that the two of you are in a public place. You're pretty sure she's in the same predicament, judging by the way her eyes keep flickering down to your lips.
"Come on." You take her hand, attempting to pull her forward. You're stuck for a moment, and you're viscerally reminded that Victoria is just... stronger than you can hope to be, but then she seems to hover off the ground just slightly, and suddenly it's no harder to drag her around than it is to drag Madison around. You do have to ignore the affectionate look she gives you as you drag her up the stairs, though.
The usual ritual unfolds; Victoria takes her heavy jacket off when the clock rings and everyone busies themselves taking items out of their bags, revealing her fetish outfit to you, but not to the rest of the table. Your hand immediately snakes its way down to her leg and up her skirt. You don't tempt fate today by trying to lift the skirt to get a good look at her bare snatch— not in public, not in public, you keep reminding yourself; you'll just have to find a way to get her over to your house without your father being any the wiser soon. You do, however, immediately begin playing with her. She just spreads her legs a little wider, giving you easier access.
For the first time since you've started coming here, you turn to Victoria's book and try to actually pay attention to what everyone is saying. To your surprise, they're reading an entirely different book today— a book called Stardust. You've never heard of it before, which makes it a bit difficult for you to try and follow along with the conversation, but you give it a valiant shot— as best you can when your mind is half-focused on caressing a superhero's bare pussy in front of an unknowing crowd of her adoring fans, anyway. Honestly, you don't think anyone can blame you for being a bit distracted.
Now that you're actually paying attention, it's impressive how composed Victoria manages to appear. You can feel how wet she's growing as you play with her, but the only visible signs of what you're doing to her are a faint red tinge to her cheeks and the occasional soft gasp when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. Even people who look directly at her aren't able to tell what's going on. That's very impressive. Idly, you wonder how well she'd be able to hold on to her composure if you actually stuck your fingers inside her and fucked her in front of her fans. Would they be able to tell what was going on, or would Victoria be able to hold on and prevent herself from moaning or jerking around in the throes of an orgasm? Would she even care, or would the pleasure overcome her so far that she would beg you to continue even as people would inevitably take their phones out to record her?
Sadly, you won't be testing that today. Even if she'd let you, which you're not sure she would yet, the fantasy just isn't worth the problems that would ensue. At the very least, you'd lose the even greater erotic potential of chaining Victoria to you romantically while she's still dating her boyfriend.
If you ever need to break Victoria and her boyfriend up, though— well, there's an idea on how to do it.
You content yourself by just hanging on to Victoria's words, occasionally offering up your own thoughts on the book's technical writing when they talk about a page you can actually read, until the bell chimes two and everyone begins to pack up to head home. Once more, Victoria quickly shrugs her jacket back on and waits for everyone else to head home before gesturing for you to lead the way down, causing you to scowl a little. As though you need to be told to lead the way. She just chuckles a little, causing your scowl to melt into a scolding frown.
She doesn't actually let you lead her down the stairs, though. When you near the top, she pulls you back to her, pulling you close. Almost nose-to-nose.
"Need a lift today?" she asks softly. In response, you kiss her, grinning impishly when you feel her lips move into an annoyed scowl for a moment before she softens and kisses you back. Honestly, what did she expect, putting such tempting lips so close to you?
You part soon without even attempting to stick your tongue down her throat... more than once. You lick your lips, savouring the taste of her watermelon-flavoured lip gloss, before you reply. "If you wouldn't mind," you say, "but I actually need to go to the library before I go home."
"And so begins my life as a taxi," Victora sighs long-sufferingly. You stiffen and open your mouth to reassure her that you don't mean to demean her or her offer, but she just smirks at you when she sees it, and you snap your mouth shut. Well, you suppose you can allow her to verbally tease you this once. You did just spend two hours teasing her, after all.
You lead her down and outside, where she scoops you up in her arms again and flies you off to the library. You're tempted to kiss her again on the way there, but you refrain— there are too many people with cameras around, and while it's unlikely that anyone would be able to see what you're doing with her, let alone take a picture of it, you'd prefer not to gamble on that.
Eventually, she finds her way to an alley just outside of the library, in fact partly curling behind it. You note absently that she seems very familiar with this alley— she doesn't even bother to look where she's going before she descends— but before you can put much thought into it, she pulls you into a hot kiss of her own. When she pulls back, you're left feeling a little dazed until you see the impish smirk on her face; in turn, you dart forwards and press another kiss to her lips, then dance away with a teasing grin. She growls, but you just chuckle and jog out of the alley, knowing that she won't risk chasing you too fast where the public can see it.
She catches up to you, actually landing on the ground, when you make it out of the alley. The two of you walk up to the library, hands occasionally brushing against each other as you go. You're tempted to hold her hand, but— no, no, public issue. Man, this whole cheating thing is way more complicated than you'd thought it would be.
When you get in, you move immediately to the fantasy section. Victoria follows you along, looking a bit confused until you clarify, "I have a school assignment." Then she nods her head knowingly.
"What's it on?" she asks. "Maybe I could help."
"Uh..." You look around briefly, stalling for time. You see her smile out of the corner of your eye. "Uh, it's about how writers write about family!" Yeah, you immediately regret that one.
She hums. "Oh, is that so? Maybe I really can help you, then. I do happen to know a couple of excellent series where the author featured family ties very strongly. Maybe I could show you?"
"Oh, that'd be great!" your traitorous mouth says without your permission.
You and Victoria end up wandering the library for well over two hours, holding hushed discussions about your favourite series and what they're about. Victoria, you learn quickly, does not hold her book clubs just so she can bask in the idolization of her fans; she actually is very cluey about her books. "My sister reads them a lot," she informs you quietly at one point. "We don't have much in common, so I try to at least keep reading so we have something to talk about when she gets depressed."
By the time the library closes at five, you and Victoria are engaged in a lively discussion about the themes of one of the recent series imported from Earth Aleph, the Harry Potter series. You've never read it, but Victoria swears by it. "It has a weak ending," she tells you, "but the author is really good about setting up the book's aesthetic. It's probably the best fantasy world in any book I've read just for how it makes you imagine its world."
You nod along, content to just listen to her rambling on about this series as she casually flies you home. By the time she lands, you're actually a little interested in reading the series. Sadly, there's no way you could afford them— Earth Aleph imports are just way too expensive, and companies here won't receive publishing rights for at least another year or so until negotiations have gone through with the author.
Once she lets you go, you lean up to give her a kiss goodnight. She returns it, and surprises you by being the one to brush her tongue against your lips first, not that you're complaining. You open your mouth and draw her tongue in, eagerly sucking on it for a few moments before she reluctantly disengages.
"Seeya later, Taylor," she grins, and with a wave, she flies off. You wave to her as she moves, then shove your hands in your pockets with a weary sigh.
Well, that was a fun— and productive— day. Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end. You trudge home, mind already filling with plans for the week ahead of you.
In the end, your list of responsibilities just keeps on growing. You've got to tutor Madison, you're pretty sure you have a job now, you've got whatever this thing with Sophia is, you've got to try and keep Madison from worrying about your relationship, and now you've got to worry about your Dad and Emma, too.
There's only so long you can hide from them, though, and you're pretty sure that if you put that off much longer, it's going to bite you in the ass. Gah. Fine.
In the end, you decide to spend the next couple of days... [Pick two. As usual, tutoring Madison is already locked in.]
[] Getting involved in a Chemistry project with Sophia, in the non-flirty sense. You're feeling good enough about your relationship with Sophia that you're willing to extend a hand to her outside of school and invite her over to your house to work on a newly-assigned Chemistry project— conditional, you're going to have to inform her, on her listening to you and conceding victory over whatever this thing with her is. She used to bully you, and she's going to have to accept that at the end of the day, that's going to have consequences on your relationship.
