At least Madison is still waiting for you by your locker when you arrive at school. She’s been doing that more often, lately; waiting by your locker for you even after putting your lunch in it, waiting patiently for you to come and give her her good morning cuddles. It’s always a good sight to see.
Today, it’s an even better sight. She’s waiting patiently for you at your locker, one hand clutching her first-period textbook down by her waist and one hand at her neck, gently toying with the choker at her neck. Absently, you note the faint red flush on her face, present even though she hasn’t looked up and seen you yet, but your attention is drawn down to her clothes. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her dressed in the clothes you told her to buy, but it is the first time you’ve seen her dressed in them while she’s wearing her choker. A thrill shoots through you. She dressed up for you.
If you were a little braver, you might give her a kiss as a reward for dressing like this, but there’s still people in the halls, and you don’t want to draw their attention or their ire. Instead, once you reach her, you just pull a surprised Madison into a tight hug—and you can’t quite refrain from giving her an affectionate kiss on the tip of her nose, causing it to crinkle a little as she gives you a wide grin. “Taylor!” she says happily, and eagerly returns the hug.
“Madison!” You give her a grin of your own, waiting a few moments before you break the hug and step away a little so you can run your appreciative eyes over her again. “You look nice.” The compliment makes her duck her head again, giving you an embarrassed smile.
“I thought you might like it,” she says shyly. She toys nervously with the cuff of her sleeve. “Do you, do you like it?”
She obviously already knows you do, but if she wants verbal affirmation, you’re happy enough to give her some. “I do,” you say, then step forwards and pull her into a hug again. This time, you don’t stop at that; you push her gently until her back hits the wall, and she lets out a soft gasp. “I like it a lot.” Your voice rumbles as it comes out, almost purring. Her eyes dart around the hall, but you hold your position for a moment, enjoying the way she trembles against you as she moves her gaze back to you and smiles slightly, a tinge of red still dusting her cheeks.
“I’m glad. I—“ She cuts herself off, glancing around the halls again. Then she changes tack, ducking her head again. “Yeah. That’s good.” Her small smile grows a little bigger, and she stops leaning back, moving into your hug instead. You cradle her against you for a few moments, allowing her to soak in your warmth, before you gently step out of the hug and move back.
You look over her one last time, one last glance to let her know how much you appreciate her efforts for you, before you take her hand and begin leading her towards the classroom. She dutifully follows you along, trailing a step behind you and clutching your hand tightly.
The two of you hesitate when you round the corner towards the classroom and see Charlotte sitting against the wall opposite it again, her head buried in her English textbook. You give Madison a hesitant look, then pull her back around the corner so Charlotte won’t accidentally see either of you.
You glance around, making sure nobody else is around to see, before you lean in and press a deep kiss to Madison’s lips.
It’s a little unfair, honestly—you know that Madison can barely resist doing whatever you ask her to do even without fogging up her mind with a kiss. But she responds enthusiastically enough, opening her mouth eagerly to let you explore her to your content.
You pull back after a long minute, giving her lower lip a couple of quick nips on the way, leaving her panting in front of you and staring at you with lust-filled eyes. A smirk steals quickly over your face, and you give her another kiss, then another, before ripping yourself away.
Damn it. That was supposed to feel good to Madison, not cloud your mind too! Not that you mind very much.
Licking your lips, you allow yourself to enjoy her taste for a few seconds as your mind clears. Only then do you lean in, pressing up against Madison again so you can whisper your next words directly into her ear. “Hey, Madison,” you murmur. “You said you’d help me seduce other girls, didn’t you?”
She blinks drowsily at you for a moment, the words taking a moment to come together in her head. Then she nods. “I did,” she murmurs. “What do you need me to do?” She shifts at the question, squeezing her legs together.
You move a hand up to her hair, gently stroking your fingers through it. She shivers at the contact, squeezing her legs tighter. “I want to invite Charlotte to have lunch with us,” you murmur. “And maybe Aisha, too, if she’s not busy.”
Madison exhales slightly, looking down. She actually looks a little disappointed. “You—ah.” You gently trail your hands down farther, stroking them right through her hair, making sure to follow the contours of her spine as you go. Not because you think it will help convince her to do it, just because you enjoy the way she trembles as you do. “That’s, that’s fine,” she gasps.
Smiling at her, you kiss her again before taking her hand and pulling her in the direction of the classroom again. She follows on shaky legs. When you get to the classroom, you calmly sit down and spread your legs out a little, holding your arms out for her. She obediently follows you down and sits between your outstretched legs, calming a little as you encircle her with your arms. Or maybe calming is the wrong word; she still resembles a little melting puddle. It’s all you can do to resist shifting her up so she’s sitting on one of your legs and you can feel how damp she is. She stops trembling quite so badly, though, and contents herself with reaching up and playing with your sleeve.
You look over at Charlotte, who is currently peeking at the two of you over her book. You flash a grin at her, causing her to let out a little startled sound and bury her head back in her textbook. A red flush sweeps over her neck, causing your grin to grow wider; something she notices when she peeks her head over her book again.
Charlotte freezes this time, caught in the act. You hold your grin for a moment, something that’s easy to do, before it falls off your face.
“Hi,” you say simply. Madison stirs in your arms, looking up at you, but settles back down as the words register.
Meanwhile, Charlotte just winces and places her book down. Her face is red too, although that’s fading somewhat. She licks her lips nervously before responding. “Hi. Sorry. I, um.” She winces. “I didn’t mean to stare.”
You shrug. In your lap, Madison pouts. “It’s okay,” you reply. “No harm done.” Absently moving your hands down so you can slip them beneath the hem of Madison’s shirt and rest them on her soft stomach, you point with your chin at Charlotte’s book. “Catching up on work?” As you speak, you slowly stretch your power over to Charlotte. Embarrassment is flooding through her, washing over a bedrock of boredom and frustration. You can feel small tendrils of lust poking through the boredom, now familiar to your senses. You grab then and begin pulling.
Charlotte blinks, looking down at the book. “Oh. Uh, no, this is for a friend.” She waves the book at you, rolling her eyes a little. “I run a tutoring group. One of the boys in the group has been having some trouble with his English assessments, so I’m looking through the textbooks to get an idea of where he’s up to.”
That’s really nice of her. You blink, giving her an impressed look. “That’s really cool.”
“Taylor tutors me after school,” Madison speaks up matter-of-factly from your lap. You drop a kiss on the top of her head, causing her to look up and smile shyly at you.
“Yeah, I’ve seen the two of you in the library. She seems like she knows what she’s doing.” Charlotte beams at you, clearly impressed with your fantastic tutoring work. You preen a little. “You’re lucky to have a tutor like her.”
Madison nods eagerly. “I’m very lucky to have Taylor,” she says seriously. “She’s the best… tutor.” The pause in her words is long and deliberate. Your lips quirk up, even though she can’t see it while she’s staring at the other girl, and Charlotte blushes again, the red that had just faded suffusing her cheeks again. You can’t help but tug strongly on her lust as she does so, causing it to grow even deeper.
“That’s, um, that’s good.” Charlotte nods, doing her best to stare off somewhere off to the side of your head. Her gaze keeps turning back to look at you. “It’s always good to have a good tutor. Good tutors are the best,” she rambles.
“Yes.” You snicker to yourself, quietly enough that she shouldn’t be able to hear it from here. “It helps that Madison is a good student.” You press another kiss to the top of your girl’s head as she preens. “I’m kind of making it up as I go along, though. It can be a bit difficult. Maybe you could come sit with us at lunch and-“
“Yes!”
Charlotte’s face reddens once again as both you and Madison stare at her, a little alarmed. You’d been hoping for a yes, but you hadn’t expected it to be that emphatic.
“Uh, good,” you reply, a little uncertainly.
Before you can say anything else, and before either of you can embarrass Charlotte any more, the sound of the bell ringing echoes through the halls. Reluctantly, you peel your hands out from under Madison’s shirt and stand, offering her a hand up. It’s one thing to be holding Madison like that in front of Charlotte, and quite another to be doing so in front of your entire class, after all.
Aisha, as it turns out, is no harder to convince to come and sit at your table than Charlotte was, although she is considerably less enthusiastic about it.
“The guys won’t miss me for a few days,” she jokes, smirking at nobody in particular. “Not like they spend a whole lot of time looking at my face.” She reaches up and jiggles her breasts a little, just in case you missed what she was thrusting at. You try your best not to stare, although by the way her smirk grows a little more, you’re not sure you succeeded.
Charlotte and Madison are already seated at the table when you arrive with Aisha. Madison is sitting demurely at one edge of the table, a plastic-wrapped sandwich sitting in front of her alongside another you recognize as the one she made for you. Charlotte is sitting across from her, already halfway through a small container of orange slices.
“Right.” You slide into your place beside Madison, gesturing across the table for Aisha to take a seat beside Charlotte. “Everyone, this is Aisha.” She gives them a two-fingered salute as she reaches into her bag, drawing out her own—rather plain—peanut butter and jelly sandwich from within a battered blue lunchbox. “Aisha, this is my…” You hesitate. Should you introduce Madison as your friend or your girlfriend? “My friend, Madison.” You opt for the former. You’re not confident enough in how she feels about you to try and introduce her to the idea of being part of a harem just yet. “And this is my other friend, Charlotte.”
“Yo. Nice to meet ya.” Aisha is barely done speaking when she manages to unwrap her sandwich. It seems she doesn’t care for the pleasantries of introductions, because she immediately moves to begin eating. Which, okay. Introductions are kind of boring.
The conversation over lunch is pleasant. It’s not all that dissimilar to your usual conversations with Madison, although the two of you often end up sitting together in a kind of contented silence, and there’s much less whispered flirting than when the two of you are alone. That kind of silence proves to be almost impossible with Aisha around; the girl doesn’t seem to be satisfied unless someone is talking. She ventures through all kinds of topics over the course of lunch, venturing from complaining about the peanut butter on her sandwich (“Who even likes crunchy peanut butter?! Crazy people, that’s who!!”), to comparing class notes with Charlotte (“Wait, you mean this algebra stuff is going to be important next year too?!”), to making fun of the school grounds around you (“I don’t think the gardener is weeding the garden,” she says with a wink; you give her a confused look, because what the hell is that even meant to mean?).
It’s an odd experience, sitting down next to friends. It reminds you of elementary school, where other girls had always gaggled around you and Emma, fawning over your books and Emma’s clothes.
It’s been a while since you’ve been surrounded by friends like this.
Madison looks slightly confused when you first lean over and place your head on her shoulder, but when she looks down and sees the happy smile on your face, you think she understands. She doesn’t comment when you wrap your arms around her, or when you pull her closer so you don’t strain your neck. And none of them comment on the way you stop speaking midway through lunch in favour of just—just resting against Madison, closing your eyes, and listening to everyone around you talk.
For the remaining half of lunch, you just sit there, soaking in the presence of your girls around you. Affection flows from them as conversation does, golden threads snaking from their chests and wrapping themselves around the table, forming a weave of glowing warmth that settles over the four of you and comes to rest gently over your cores.
It’s pretty much the best day you’ve ever had at Winslow.
The sound of the television has filled the house by the time you walk in, the faint sound echoing right through to your bedroom. You peek into the living room as you walk past, slightly relieved to see Dad sitting there on the couch. He gives you a small wave and a “Hello” that you return.
