“W-what do you mean?” You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to breathe normally. It wouldn’t do any good to try to talk in the same kind of state Madison had left you in earlier.
“You always seem to know just what to say to make me feel better about what we’re doing.” Out of the corner of the eye, you can just make out the small smile on her face. “Other times, you’re not so good at the talking thing.” As she talks, she slides her hand further down, until her hand is covering your panties completely. Then, she presses down gently with the palm of her hand, sending a sudden wave of pleasure coursing through you.
You bite your lower lip for a moment, preventing a small moan from escaping you. Then; “I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, panting slightly. “I’m always good at talking. I’m the best talker.”
She laughs softly again, the sound so low-pitched it’s almost sensual. “Sure you are, Taylor.” You’re not prepared for it this time when she presses down hard with her fingers, rubbing long, hard lines over your panties. You jerk forwards, barely muffling a moan by slapping your hand over your mouth. Instinctively, your hands move down to push her away, but before you can complete the motion, you bring yourself to a stop. You’re rewarded a moment later when she relaxes her hand, seeming to have noticed. “Sorry,” she murmurs, and lowers her head to press an apologetic kiss to your jaw. A moment later, she presses down again, this time skimming her fingers along first to let you know what she’s going to do.
It takes a lot longer than either of you would like to build up a steady rhythm. You can feel that Victoria keeps wanting to suddenly move her hand or press down somewhere else on you, but she restrains herself, always going slowly and giving you ample warning before she moves her hand or does anything different. You appreciate it—it’s hard enough to just lean down and grab the blankets so you can allow her to set the pace without her being unpredictable about it.
Finally, though, the two of you find a pace you’re comfortable with. By this point, you’re panting uncontrollably, trying to control the tremors in your body as she slowly teases you, pressing in and around the edges of your panties but never slipping her hand beneath.
Then she presses her palm down over your clit, pleasure spasms through your body, and you can no longer keep track of what’s going on. All you can feel is Victoria’s hand on your panties, her tongue on your neck, her warmth against your side, and the pleasure building inside your body— and then—then she presses down hard with the palm of her hand, roughly rubbing your clit, while she leans up and bites your ear, and that’s it; you come undone against her, body spasming while you turn your head, stifling your moans in your pillow.
Victoria doesn’t remove her hand immediately, stroking you through your aftershocks and then resting her hand against you as you curl up against her in the afterglow.
Neither of you says a word; you just lean up and press a tired kiss against her lips, trying to convey your thankfulness that way.
She seems to get it.
Unfortunately, she can’t stay the night. You make a half-hearted effort to consist her, but even as you’re doing it you know she can’t. It’d raise too much suspicion, both with her parents and with her boyfriend.
“Besides,” she murmurs to you as she leaves, “I’ll be seeing you again on Sunday, won’t I?”
“Of course,” you reply with a warm smile. “I’ll finish the third book before then, so bring the fourth with you, won’t you?”
“Definitely.” She hesitates for a moment, eyeing deeper in the house, but evidently decides against giving you a goodbye kiss. You do feel a little let down, but it’s understandable with Dad still awake.
You watch her as she disappears down the street, jogging down towards where you’re pretty sure there’s an alley. You continue watching for a few moments after she leaves your sight, but you know you’re not going to be able to see her rise up and fly away—not this late at night.
With the remaining time you have until dinner, you hang around with Dad. Thankfully, he doesn’t tease you about Victoria, although you do catch him giving you lingering glances a few times when he thinks you’re not looking. Damn—that talk is going to be coming up sooner than later, you think.
Eleven does eventually come around. For once, you decide to turn in early, still tired from your time with Victoria earlier.
Feeling sated, you allow yourself the luxury of stretching out in bed, smiling slightly as you feel the faint stickiness on your thighs. You’d changed your panties and cleaned yourself up a little, of course, but you’re going to have to shower before you’re completely clean. You don’t mind, though. It’s a nice reminder.
As you fall asleep, you contemplate your plans for the next couple of days. No use planning for the weekend just yet, but for the next few days—sure.
But, what to do for the rest of the week… hm. [Pick two of the following options. Note that Taylor currently has one large expense and one small expense remaining.]
[] You don’t think she’s going to hold you to it, but last week, you did ask Sophia what kind of snacks she’d like this Friday. It’s going to cost you a bit of money, but you can pick some up on the way home, you think.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— Note that this is a free option, in that it does not count for one of your two options. It will still cost money, however.
— General results: Taylor will buy the food Sophia requested last time she was over, and will spend some time cutting it into fruit salad for Sophia. This action will encourage Sophia to see her relationship with Taylor as being based around more than sex. Costs one small expense.
[] Mr Harding rang and left a voice message again, requesting that you come in to work on Thursday or Friday, as they’re short on staff again. You’re pretty sure it’s a good idea— there’s only a week of school left before the holidays, and entirely aside from needing the money, you want to get in his good graces so he might let you work some full days during it. That would be a lot of money in your pocket then.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— Note that this is a free option, in that it does not count for one of your two options due to being in a different timeslot (late night) than everything else. It will, however, leave Taylor quite tired on the weekend.
— General results: Taylor will go in to work, earning an extra two small expenses on top of the two small expenses she gets from her usual pay weeks. This option will also open up the ability to work on weekends and during school holidays in the future. However, this option will leave Taylor tired on the weekend.
[] Emma has been a good girl, following up on your request not to text you more than once. You might—okay, maybe you’re not ready to spend too much time with her alone. But even if Dad and Alan are in the room together—it’s not really romantic for two teenaged girls to cuddle as they watch a movie, right?
— Success chance: 80% Emma is determined not to waste this chance. 60%. Emma also knows better than to try for anything more than cuddling right now. This action cannot be failed.
— General results: Taylor and Emma will watch a movie together again—in closer physical proximity. Being physically close to Emma is almost as scary as being emotionally close with Emma, and Taylor needs to learn to acclimatize herself to both again. Will soothe some of Taylor’s anxieties about Emma. Will also increase Emma’s sexual frustration. Poor Emma.
[] You texted Amy earlier in the week, asking her when she’ll be available. The only time she’s at the clinic this week is Thursday afternoon. You haven’t been in this week, and while you’ve been in contact with Amy, it’s mostly by texting.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Taylor will go spend some time at the clinic and hang around with Amy. Amy will give Taylor a tentative idea for a date, giving another potential action for the weekend and furthering their romantic inclinations.
[] You still need to know more about the situation at school, and who the major players around are. And, well, you can’t deny it; the girl you’ve been playing with is cute. Very cute, really, if a bit trashy. If you’re going to make any more progress, you’re going to need to actually meet her and talk to her. You’re not going to be able to wean very much information out of her if you don’t even know her name.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Taylor will overhear Aisha making plans to go to a restaurant after school, and determine to follow her and interact with her there. Introduces Aisha to Taylor properly, and adds her to the cast like the rest of the characters in the story. Completion of this task also canonizes the omake ‘Comprehension’ within the timeline, granting bonuses to Madison’s stats and opening new lines of actions with Madison.
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Spoiler: Winning Votes
[] You don’t think she’s going to hold you to it, but last week, you did ask Sophia what kind of snacks she’d like this Friday. It’s going to cost you a bit of money, but you can pick some up on the way home, you think.
[] Mr Harding rang and left a voice message again, requesting that you come in to work on Thursday or Friday, as they’re short on staff again. You’re pretty sure it’s a good idea— there’s only a week of school left before the holidays, and entirely aside from needing the money, you want to get in his good graces so he might let you work some full days during it. That would be a lot of money in your pocket then.
[] You texted Amy earlier in the week, asking her when she’ll be available. The only time she’s at the clinic this week is Thursday afternoon. You haven’t been in this week, and while you’ve been in contact with Amy, it’s mostly by texting.
[] You still need to know more about the situation at school, and who the major players around are. And, well, you can’t deny it; the girl you’ve been playing with is cute. Very cute, really, if a bit trashy. If you’re going to make any more progress, you’re going to need to actually meet her and talk to her. You’re not going to be able to wean very much information out of her if you don’t even know her name. There’s an odd mix of resignation and anticipation filtering through the air at school on Thursday. You don’t even have to use your power to feel it, although you do anyway, just to be sure—you can notice it just by looking at the students around you. Some of them are hunched over their lockers and their bags, looking defensively around them, while others are walking with a spring in their step.
You ignore it, as you do, but it does fill you with a sense of mild curiosity. Unfortunately, it’s not one that’s easily solved. Or, perhaps, it’s not one that’s easily solved by just asking Madison (who just gives you a half-hearted shrug and an apologetic squeeze of your knee for not knowing), and you’re not sure you care enough to go out of your way to ask people. Maybe Sophia will know. You can ask her tomorrow.
Either way, it’s enough of a distraction that despite actually trying to listen to your teachers for once, you still walk out of the classroom learning nothing that you haven’t already read in your textbooks.
It’s a fairly average day, for the most part, until you arrive at the courtyard, where Madison is already sitting at the table waiting for you. Behind her, you can see the girl you’ve been manipulating, sitting with her friends again. She’s wearing a more solemn expression than you’ve seen on her before.
Your attention is dragged away from her and towards Madison when Madison waves at you. You give her a small grin and move to sit across from her, in a good position to see both her and the girl behind her.
“Hi again,” you say, pulling out the lunch Madison has made for you. It’s a watercress sandwich, with a handful of orange slices in a ziplock bag beside it. It looks delicious, although the orange has a slight green tint to it. “How did class go today?”
She shrugs. “It was okay,” she says, blinking slowly. “I’m doing better now, but it’s still really boring. I prefer it when you tutor me.”
You smirk lecherously at her, sending a bright red flush through her cheeks. “I do too,” you say, poking your tongue out slightly at her. She flushes harder in response, her eyes dropping to the table.
The two of you eat in contended silence for a time. Occasionally, you reach out to brush Madison’s leg with your foot, enjoying the way she shivers and snaps her eyes to you each time. The rest of the time, you just enjoy her presence as you extend your power out and over the other girl in the courtyard.
It would be difficult to keep track of two conversations, you think, but you luckily don’t need to. Madison seems happy to sit in silence today, her eyes occasionally searching over your face, but largely just sitting there enjoying being with you—leaving you free to listen to the conversation going on behind her with impunity.
It’s not a very exciting conversation. In fact, for the most part, it’s rather juvenile—you end up tuning out a lot of penis jokes and graphic sexual innuendo. You try to tune most of the rest of them out, and only listen when it’s your girl talking.
She’s very quiet today. Your thoughts are mirrored by somebody else sitting at the table with her.
“You’re very quiet today,” the girl observes. You glance over at the girl, noting her long red hair and crooked nose. “Something wrong, Aisha?”
Your girl—Aisha?—shakes her head. “Nope,” she declares, popping the ‘p’ like she’s blowing bubbles with bubblegum. “Just thinkin’, is all. Brian wants me to come stay at his place for a couple of days.” One of the boys sitting at the table oo’s at her, and she slaps him over the side of the head, scowling. “Ah, shut up, Kev,” she growls.
