((RED1 Marvia Jones start))
There were three things wrong with Marvia Jones when she woke up. The first was that she was on SoTF-TV. When she had been "hired" to be on that hit show, she didn't really react to it. With her luck in life, it was just a matter of time until something like this happened. So really it wasn't that bad. She had a good weapon, and they had the courtesy to leave her drugs where they were. Marvia had already removed the small bag of ecstasy from their place in her bra, wrapping the 8 pills in her bandana with her baggie of weed. She had quickly replaced her purple bandana from home with her team bandana, not wanting to get blown up or something like that. At least her purple one would make carrying her drugs easier.
Which brought Marvia to her second problem. She was stone cold sober. Opening up her bandana, she assessed her situation. She didn't really have much choice. She had her weed, probably about enough for about ten joints, and her papers, in addition to the eight E pills. At that particular moment she didn't feel like doing much work, so she opened the baggie containing the pills and removed on. Diving into her bag, she pulled out one of her water bottles, before popping the pill in her mouth and swallowing it with a mouthful of water. After some time the drug began to take their effect, bringing a small smile to the girl's face.
It also had a small side effect leading to her final problem: she was horny as fuck. Marvia felt herself squirming slightly on the bench she was sitting on as the drug took effect. She forgot what exactly ecstasy did to her, and now she was paying for it. Still, at least she was high now. It would help her think... a bit. Her next step was to find one of her teammates, or maybe find someone from that other school to fuc-ally with until she could find her teammates. Either way, she needed to do something soon....
Candy From Strangers
Marvia Jones start- closed thread/Content Warning
Candy From Strangers
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((Nate Chauncey continued from Greetings, Reality))
Trudging out of the rainforest, Nate hadn't really known what to expect. Since she never really got the chance to go through her pack, other than finding the ammo (and that to effectively play bricks with), she hadn't seen any kind of map, nor a compass. It was perhaps a fifty-fifty chance as to whether Nate would've used either in the first place, but it still meant she was walking around blind, not knowing where she was heading.
Naturally, she was singing under her breath with, for that moment, barely a care in the world. Her Dragunov was slung across both shoulders, behind her neck, her bandana still angled jauntily to one side. All she had to do was put things into perspective. Her gear was gone, buuuut she'd been shot at and was neither dead nor injured. Bright side to everything, right? Nate smiled, staring up at the sky, her eyes lost in the clouds. It wasn't a vacant stare, it was the stare of a daydreamer.
With Nate, sometimes it was hard to distinguish the daydream from the awoken.
She stumbled, almost falling, arms windmilling out to the sides and her rifle going clattering to the ground. Nate let out a little yelp, picked up the weapon and gingerly brushed the dirt off of it. She liked the sleek shininess, she didn't want to get it dirty. Turning back, Natalie frowned, realising the reason she'd tripped was that a gentle slope was rising in front of her, the change in gradient foxing her feet. Smiling a little bit, this one more genuinely amused than spacey, Nate clambered up the hill, rifle over only one shoulder now.
Reaching the top, Nate found a pleasantly marked out picnic area, complete with table benches and trimmed grass.
And one of said benches was occupied. Nate blinked for a couple of seconds, regarding the dark-skinned, red-bandana'd girl seated there. A gun was on the table beside the girl, but... not in her hand. After a moment, she cautiously raised her free hand and waved.
Trudging out of the rainforest, Nate hadn't really known what to expect. Since she never really got the chance to go through her pack, other than finding the ammo (and that to effectively play bricks with), she hadn't seen any kind of map, nor a compass. It was perhaps a fifty-fifty chance as to whether Nate would've used either in the first place, but it still meant she was walking around blind, not knowing where she was heading.
Naturally, she was singing under her breath with, for that moment, barely a care in the world. Her Dragunov was slung across both shoulders, behind her neck, her bandana still angled jauntily to one side. All she had to do was put things into perspective. Her gear was gone, buuuut she'd been shot at and was neither dead nor injured. Bright side to everything, right? Nate smiled, staring up at the sky, her eyes lost in the clouds. It wasn't a vacant stare, it was the stare of a daydreamer.
With Nate, sometimes it was hard to distinguish the daydream from the awoken.
She stumbled, almost falling, arms windmilling out to the sides and her rifle going clattering to the ground. Nate let out a little yelp, picked up the weapon and gingerly brushed the dirt off of it. She liked the sleek shininess, she didn't want to get it dirty. Turning back, Natalie frowned, realising the reason she'd tripped was that a gentle slope was rising in front of her, the change in gradient foxing her feet. Smiling a little bit, this one more genuinely amused than spacey, Nate clambered up the hill, rifle over only one shoulder now.
Reaching the top, Nate found a pleasantly marked out picnic area, complete with table benches and trimmed grass.
And one of said benches was occupied. Nate blinked for a couple of seconds, regarding the dark-skinned, red-bandana'd girl seated there. A gun was on the table beside the girl, but... not in her hand. After a moment, she cautiously raised her free hand and waved.
Marvia had just finished uncrossing and recrossing her leg for about the 12th time, trying to ignore her urges by the time someone came over the hill, waving at her. She had a gun in her hand and some sort of pirate bandanna on her head. The dark skinned girl presumed that it was her team, since she didn't see any other bandannas on her person. The gun in her hand almost made Marvia go for hers, but she determined that if the other girl was hostile, she'd be dead already.
Waving back, Marvia called out to the other girl. "Hey, you wanna come take a seat?" her hand gestured to the bench across from her.
The girl took a few tentative steps towards the bench, before finally just walking over and sitting down. This brought a half-smile to Marvia's face. Upon closer inspection, she wasn't half bad. That and she didn't shoot her on sight. The fact that she didn't recognize her face also implied that she was from that other school that had been "hired". Perfect.
"Some fucked up shit we got ourselves in here, huh?" Marvia said to the other girl. "Name's Marvia. You?"
Waving back, Marvia called out to the other girl. "Hey, you wanna come take a seat?" her hand gestured to the bench across from her.
The girl took a few tentative steps towards the bench, before finally just walking over and sitting down. This brought a half-smile to Marvia's face. Upon closer inspection, she wasn't half bad. That and she didn't shoot her on sight. The fact that she didn't recognize her face also implied that she was from that other school that had been "hired". Perfect.
"Some fucked up shit we got ourselves in here, huh?" Marvia said to the other girl. "Name's Marvia. You?"
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Nate wavered for a short while between actually going over and just taking the safe route and moving on. Mostly, it was a matter of what actually took her fancy. Nate didn't recognise this girl, not that she was really a socialite back at the Academy, but she was certain the girl would have tweaked some small vestige of familiarity if she'd actually seen her before. That made her intruiging. Natalie didn't know who'd shot at her back in that forest, but this marked the first time she'd actually met somebody on this island. And speaking of that first encounter... Nate's ears were still ringing. Those gunshots had been deafening and it felt like a headache was coming on. She certainly hoped this meeting would go better than the first.
The briefing didn't count. The briefing had been a mess of screaming and crying and cheering and Nate wistfully thinking that she'd probably never get to finish that painting which may or may not have been a boat.
This girl was interesting. This girl was also armed, but unlike the mysterious somebody, she wasn't using said weapon on Nate. That checked out okay, in Nate's book, so she went and sat down alongside her. The slender artist shrugged her rifle from her shoulder and gently laid it down on the table next to the other girl's weapon (which was almost, but not quite as cool as her gun).
Nate responded to the first question with a slight nod, busy studying her new companion's face. After a second or so, she went back to looking into the distance. "Natalie. Or Nate. Mostly Nate."
Abruptly, Nate's brow wrinkled and she winced. That headache was really coming on strong. The breath hissed between her teeth and she put her palm to her forehead, clamping her jaw shut with the stabbing pain.
The briefing didn't count. The briefing had been a mess of screaming and crying and cheering and Nate wistfully thinking that she'd probably never get to finish that painting which may or may not have been a boat.
This girl was interesting. This girl was also armed, but unlike the mysterious somebody, she wasn't using said weapon on Nate. That checked out okay, in Nate's book, so she went and sat down alongside her. The slender artist shrugged her rifle from her shoulder and gently laid it down on the table next to the other girl's weapon (which was almost, but not quite as cool as her gun).
Nate responded to the first question with a slight nod, busy studying her new companion's face. After a second or so, she went back to looking into the distance. "Natalie. Or Nate. Mostly Nate."
Abruptly, Nate's brow wrinkled and she winced. That headache was really coming on strong. The breath hissed between her teeth and she put her palm to her forehead, clamping her jaw shut with the stabbing pain.
"Nate. That's a nice name." Marvia responded before the other girl winced.
The girl watched her new companion attempt to fight off what looked to be some form of head pain. Maybe she hit her head or something. Or she just suffered from random headaches. Marvia didn't really care. She was still more concerned about her own problems....
A light went off somewhere in Marvia's drugged up mind. "You don't look so hot there." she said to Nate, untying the knot of her purple bandanna. Grabbing the baggie with her pills, she shook one out onto her hand. It was about the size of a regular tablet, though a little uneven around the edges. It was enough to get Marvia doing. God knows what it would do to this girl who probably hadn't even touched a drug in her life.
Pulling out one of her sealed bottles of water, she offered the bottle and the ecstasy pill to her companion. "Here, this'll make you feel better."
The girl watched her new companion attempt to fight off what looked to be some form of head pain. Maybe she hit her head or something. Or she just suffered from random headaches. Marvia didn't really care. She was still more concerned about her own problems....
A light went off somewhere in Marvia's drugged up mind. "You don't look so hot there." she said to Nate, untying the knot of her purple bandanna. Grabbing the baggie with her pills, she shook one out onto her hand. It was about the size of a regular tablet, though a little uneven around the edges. It was enough to get Marvia doing. God knows what it would do to this girl who probably hadn't even touched a drug in her life.
Pulling out one of her sealed bottles of water, she offered the bottle and the ecstasy pill to her companion. "Here, this'll make you feel better."
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"Mm," Nate managed, through clenched teeth. Marvia's tone was friendly, sympathetic, more than she usually got from her parents when she complained of head pains. Then again, said headpains were usually induced by sessions on her guitar spanning for hours, so perhaps that was an explanation. Mostly, the senior Chaunceys just stayed out of their third child's affairs, preferring to focus on the trio of offspring that they actually understood.
Lucas, Mark, Nate, Marley.
One of them didn't quite fit.
Suddnely, there was a bottle and a pill in Natalie's field of view. Surprised, Nate glanced up at Marvia. Then she gave her a little smile, masked somewhat by the pain in her head. In a rare vindictive moment, Nate found herself hoping that her attacker was experiencing similar difficulties. In any case, the artist didn't ask why her new friend had asprin on her (it looked like asprin, anyway). Maybe it had come in the daypack? Natalie had caught sight of a first aid kit whilst picking those magazines out of hers, perhaps the pill had been in there.
Nate took both pill and water bottle, broke the seal, then swallowed the little tablet down, grimacing at the acrid taste on her tongue. Shaking her head from side to side, she screwed the cap back onto the bottle and handed it back to Marvia.
"Thanks," she waved vaguely around her head. "Loud gunshots. I got fired at. Over there," Nate gestured over her shoulder in the general direction of the rain forest. "They ran off."
Marvia seemed intruiged about that, so Nate filled her in on the details, then supplied what she'd been up to so far (not much, as it happened). Tangentially, that led to Marvia quizzing her about Texas, making a crack about it being fitting the southerner and the Detroit kid getting guns. Ten or so minutes passed in relaxed conversation until Natalie started talking about the painting she'd been working on before the 'hiring' happened.
"It was like... the most intense blue you'll ever... see..." Nate trailed off, staring up into the sky, which suddenly seemed a lot more vibrant. "Kinda like that sky..." Nate pointed, craning her neck back further and further until she just slid straight off the bench, landing on the ground with a bump. She gasped at the impact, then giggled a little bit, slumping slightly to the side and against Marvia's legs. "Sorry, sorry," Nate managed. "Got dizzy, all of a sudden."
With Nate's relatively low body weight, the drugs were kicking in quickly.
Lucas, Mark, Nate, Marley.
One of them didn't quite fit.
Suddnely, there was a bottle and a pill in Natalie's field of view. Surprised, Nate glanced up at Marvia. Then she gave her a little smile, masked somewhat by the pain in her head. In a rare vindictive moment, Nate found herself hoping that her attacker was experiencing similar difficulties. In any case, the artist didn't ask why her new friend had asprin on her (it looked like asprin, anyway). Maybe it had come in the daypack? Natalie had caught sight of a first aid kit whilst picking those magazines out of hers, perhaps the pill had been in there.
Nate took both pill and water bottle, broke the seal, then swallowed the little tablet down, grimacing at the acrid taste on her tongue. Shaking her head from side to side, she screwed the cap back onto the bottle and handed it back to Marvia.
"Thanks," she waved vaguely around her head. "Loud gunshots. I got fired at. Over there," Nate gestured over her shoulder in the general direction of the rain forest. "They ran off."
Marvia seemed intruiged about that, so Nate filled her in on the details, then supplied what she'd been up to so far (not much, as it happened). Tangentially, that led to Marvia quizzing her about Texas, making a crack about it being fitting the southerner and the Detroit kid getting guns. Ten or so minutes passed in relaxed conversation until Natalie started talking about the painting she'd been working on before the 'hiring' happened.
"It was like... the most intense blue you'll ever... see..." Nate trailed off, staring up into the sky, which suddenly seemed a lot more vibrant. "Kinda like that sky..." Nate pointed, craning her neck back further and further until she just slid straight off the bench, landing on the ground with a bump. She gasped at the impact, then giggled a little bit, slumping slightly to the side and against Marvia's legs. "Sorry, sorry," Nate managed. "Got dizzy, all of a sudden."
With Nate's relatively low body weight, the drugs were kicking in quickly.
Marvia was a little surprised at how quickly the drug took hold of Nate, trying to suppress a triumphant smile. Poorly. She almost forgot how amusing first timers usually were.
"You gotta take better care of yourself there." Marvia quipped, grabbing the smaller girl under her arms and helping her back onto the bench, back pressed on the table. The bigger girl swung one leg over, straddling the bench. Nate continued to giggle, leaning heavily on Marvia to stop herself from falling again.
Another smile played across Marvia's face. While the drugs were just beginning to take effect on her companion, the dark-skinned girl was beginning to approach her peak. With Nate leaning on her so heavily, she could barely stand it any more.
"How's your head?" Marvia asked the girl, who merely responded by giggling and turning her head towards her. She was then taken completely by surprise as Marvia pressed her lips against hers.
"You gotta take better care of yourself there." Marvia quipped, grabbing the smaller girl under her arms and helping her back onto the bench, back pressed on the table. The bigger girl swung one leg over, straddling the bench. Nate continued to giggle, leaning heavily on Marvia to stop herself from falling again.
Another smile played across Marvia's face. While the drugs were just beginning to take effect on her companion, the dark-skinned girl was beginning to approach her peak. With Nate leaning on her so heavily, she could barely stand it any more.
"How's your head?" Marvia asked the girl, who merely responded by giggling and turning her head towards her. She was then taken completely by surprise as Marvia pressed her lips against hers.
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The ground suddenly receded from her, and it took Nate a few seconds and several blinks to figure out that Marvia had lifted her back up onto the bench. She swayed back and forth a little bit, but kept her balance this time, helped in no small part by grasping Marvia's shoulder for a couple of seconds. After steadying herself, Nate just sat there for a short while, lost in a stare directly at the ground. The sunlight on the grass just seemed so... vibrant, so bright. Spectacular.
Her headache was gone, floated away on golden wings that dipped along the ground and soared off into the bright sky. She hadn't felt this much clarity, it seemed to her, in years.
Nate wasn't really processing what had happened, the effect of the drug putting paid to any way of her discerning how it had been done to her. All she knew was that everything was abruptly brighter, more lively, so much more... interesting, somehow. Fascinating. Marvia said something, she didn't quite catch what, but she was sure that it was funny, so Nate laughed anyway before turning to confide in her that she was in a much better mood now.
"Mmf."
Soft, pleasantly warm, firm enough to demonstrate real intent.
Nate blinked, her head tipped slightly to one side. Marvia's face was milimetres from hers... she was kissing her. ...Wow. Nate had... never been kissed by anybody before. She let out a soft sigh and her eyes drifted shut.
Her headache was gone, floated away on golden wings that dipped along the ground and soared off into the bright sky. She hadn't felt this much clarity, it seemed to her, in years.
Nate wasn't really processing what had happened, the effect of the drug putting paid to any way of her discerning how it had been done to her. All she knew was that everything was abruptly brighter, more lively, so much more... interesting, somehow. Fascinating. Marvia said something, she didn't quite catch what, but she was sure that it was funny, so Nate laughed anyway before turning to confide in her that she was in a much better mood now.
"Mmf."
Soft, pleasantly warm, firm enough to demonstrate real intent.
Nate blinked, her head tipped slightly to one side. Marvia's face was milimetres from hers... she was kissing her. ...Wow. Nate had... never been kissed by anybody before. She let out a soft sigh and her eyes drifted shut.
She wasn't resisting. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it. This was good for Marvia, to say the least. It wouldn't be nearly as fun any other way. She prodded at the other girl's sealed lips with her tongue, inwardly smiling as they opened, allowing her to explore the inside of her mouth. Things were going well so far.
Marvia shifted closer to Nate, who was trying her best at reciprocating Marvia's kiss. The darker girl's tongue retreated, allowing for the other tongue to enter into her mouth. Marvia sucked lightly on Nate's tongue, massaging it with her own. As much as she was enjoying this, the two were in a bit of an awkward angle. Marvia decided to change that.
Momentarily breaking off the kiss, Marvia stood, tucking her right leg in onto the bench. She then swung her other leg over until it was on the other side of Nate, putting most of her weight on her legs. Placing her hands on the table, Marvia leaned into another kiss, not wanting to let up for longer than she needed to.
Marvia shifted closer to Nate, who was trying her best at reciprocating Marvia's kiss. The darker girl's tongue retreated, allowing for the other tongue to enter into her mouth. Marvia sucked lightly on Nate's tongue, massaging it with her own. As much as she was enjoying this, the two were in a bit of an awkward angle. Marvia decided to change that.
Momentarily breaking off the kiss, Marvia stood, tucking her right leg in onto the bench. She then swung her other leg over until it was on the other side of Nate, putting most of her weight on her legs. Placing her hands on the table, Marvia leaned into another kiss, not wanting to let up for longer than she needed to.
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Nate didn't really know exactly what she was doing, or even really what Marvia was doing to her. As the other girl's tongue poked at her lips, she got the idea that Marvia wanted her to open her mouth. Even somebody like her knew what that meant, and she blushed bright pink, then... sort've found the worry drifting away. She caved in, the whole thought process barely lasting a second. And then there was a tongue in her mouth. Nate tried to murmur something, but it got lost somewhere between her brain and her vocal cords, whilst her tongue was preoccupied anyway.
Marvia almost seemed to coax at her, and Nate clumsily returned the kiss, finding the other girl recapturing her tongue in short order, then abruptly shifting, drawing away from her. Natalie actually felt a slight pang of disappointment, but the lapse gave her a brief moment to think, a couple of thoughts managed to penetrate through the addled haze that was her brain at that point.
One. Were her parents watching this? It was the first time it had even occured to her since the game's start. They had been casual watchers of the show, so far as she remembered, but with her on.... eh who was she kidding? They'd probably just shrugged and been glad to have Nate out of their hair at last.
Two. This was another girl. Did... this make her a ... whatwasit... lesbian? Yeah, lesbian. Nate wasn't sure. She'd never really crushed on anyone before, not from her understanding of the term, anyway. This... well, she didn't think this thing with Marvia was a crush. But... this was still a girl she was kissing. Being kissed by. And she liked it. ... Nate filed that under 'things to think about later' just as Marvia's lips met hers again, the other girl now stradling her.
Yep.
Think about it later.
Tentatively, Nate put her hands around Marvia's waist, resting them very softly on the other girl's rear. She drew back from the kiss a little, the look in her eyes asking if she'd got it wrong.
Marvia almost seemed to coax at her, and Nate clumsily returned the kiss, finding the other girl recapturing her tongue in short order, then abruptly shifting, drawing away from her. Natalie actually felt a slight pang of disappointment, but the lapse gave her a brief moment to think, a couple of thoughts managed to penetrate through the addled haze that was her brain at that point.
One. Were her parents watching this? It was the first time it had even occured to her since the game's start. They had been casual watchers of the show, so far as she remembered, but with her on.... eh who was she kidding? They'd probably just shrugged and been glad to have Nate out of their hair at last.
Two. This was another girl. Did... this make her a ... whatwasit... lesbian? Yeah, lesbian. Nate wasn't sure. She'd never really crushed on anyone before, not from her understanding of the term, anyway. This... well, she didn't think this thing with Marvia was a crush. But... this was still a girl she was kissing. Being kissed by. And she liked it. ... Nate filed that under 'things to think about later' just as Marvia's lips met hers again, the other girl now stradling her.
Yep.
Think about it later.
Tentatively, Nate put her hands around Marvia's waist, resting them very softly on the other girl's rear. She drew back from the kiss a little, the look in her eyes asking if she'd got it wrong.
Well, she was trying, Marvia would give her that. She felt a slight thrill at the other girl's hands on her bottom, quickly followed by slight disappointment when she didn't do anything else. Marvia broke off the kiss as Nate pulled back, looking for confirmation or something for her actions. She responded by kissing her again, not on the mouth this time, but along her neck.
Marvia smiled as Nate's body tensed momentarily, before relaxing again. Her hands left their perch on the table, snaking their way down Nate's arms, before finding their home on her waist. She continued kissing along her neck...
...until she clamped down hard with her teeth. Not hard enough to puncture the skin or anything, but enough to cause the other girl to wince noticeably. If anything, she would remember what happened because of it, which gave Marvia some satisfaction.
A brief line of thought passed through Marvia's conciousness as she sat there, straddling some unknown girl from an opposing team she just met. She could kill her right now. Just bite her harder, rip out her throat. She'd seen other people do it before, so she knew it was possible. Besides, this game was all about surviving to the end, and she distinctly remembered something about being able to go home for getting a bunch of kills....
Ulitmately, Marvia released her grip from Nate's neck. She wasn't quite ready to get rid of her just yet. She licked around the fresh bruise appearing on her companion's neck, her hands tracing tiny circles along Nate's waist and stomach.
Marvia smiled as Nate's body tensed momentarily, before relaxing again. Her hands left their perch on the table, snaking their way down Nate's arms, before finding their home on her waist. She continued kissing along her neck...
...until she clamped down hard with her teeth. Not hard enough to puncture the skin or anything, but enough to cause the other girl to wince noticeably. If anything, she would remember what happened because of it, which gave Marvia some satisfaction.
A brief line of thought passed through Marvia's conciousness as she sat there, straddling some unknown girl from an opposing team she just met. She could kill her right now. Just bite her harder, rip out her throat. She'd seen other people do it before, so she knew it was possible. Besides, this game was all about surviving to the end, and she distinctly remembered something about being able to go home for getting a bunch of kills....
Ulitmately, Marvia released her grip from Nate's neck. She wasn't quite ready to get rid of her just yet. She licked around the fresh bruise appearing on her companion's neck, her hands tracing tiny circles along Nate's waist and stomach.
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Okay so apparently hands back there were okay. Right, right. Nate was just deciding to grip Marvia's butt a bit more firmly when the other girl began to kiss her along the neck, causing her to shiver, pale flesh breaking out into goosebumps immediately. She relaxed after a second or so, realising that this too, felt good, making no protest as Marvia's hands slipped around her own waist.
Then a flash of pain. Nate gasped, stiffening up, a jolt running through her entire body. For a few seconds, she wasn't sure whether to cry out or moan. Instead, she let out a keening little sigh as Marvia's teeth scraped against her neck. She... she bit her? Oh god... jesus... if nothing else that was going to leave a mark, right on the side of her neck too.
That was Nate's crash course introduction into hickeys.
Nate shivered, relaxing once more as Marvia went back from the biting to licking, the sensation of the other girl's wet tongue feeling oddly pleasurable on the sensitive skin around the bruising skin. This time, she did moan, actually squeezing Marvia's rear now, although mostly involuntarily than through any desire to please her companion.
And then there were hands under her shirt. Nate's breath caught again. Just... how far was Marvia intending to take this? ...Could Nate even stop her?
Then a flash of pain. Nate gasped, stiffening up, a jolt running through her entire body. For a few seconds, she wasn't sure whether to cry out or moan. Instead, she let out a keening little sigh as Marvia's teeth scraped against her neck. She... she bit her? Oh god... jesus... if nothing else that was going to leave a mark, right on the side of her neck too.
That was Nate's crash course introduction into hickeys.
Nate shivered, relaxing once more as Marvia went back from the biting to licking, the sensation of the other girl's wet tongue feeling oddly pleasurable on the sensitive skin around the bruising skin. This time, she did moan, actually squeezing Marvia's rear now, although mostly involuntarily than through any desire to please her companion.
And then there were hands under her shirt. Nate's breath caught again. Just... how far was Marvia intending to take this? ...Could Nate even stop her?
Marvia was happy with where this was going, feeling a thrill as Nate moaned for the first time. It wouldn't be the last. Her hands slipped under the other girl's shirt, causing a small gasp as her hands snaked their way up her body. Her hands continued up until they reached Nate's chest, slipping under the bra and rubbing them slightly with the palm of her hands, before they retracted back out.
If there was one downside to all this, it was that Marvia found herself getting really hot. She decided to take a moment to do something about that, peeling her turtleneck up and over her head, tossing it onto the table. She noticed with some satisfaction that Nate couldn't seem to take her eyes off of her ample breasts, covered as they were in the generic black bra Marvia usually wore when she wasn't planning anything special.
After a couple moments, Marvia realized that Nate wasn't going to take the initiative. Marvia grabbed Nate's shirt at the bottom, hauling it upward. Unfortunately for Nate, the back of the shirt caught on a slightly protruding nail on the bench, causing it to rip from top to bottom. Marvia didn't notice, or care, tossing the ruined shirt aside. Nate still sat there, staring blankly at her.
Marvia sighed. Grabbing each of Nate's hands in her own, she placed them none too gently on her breasts, before using her own hands to unclasp the other girl's bra, exposing her small, perky breasts. Marvia was momentarily fascinated by how pale they were, as this was her first time with a white girl. It took her all of about three seconds to get over this, grabbing each in one of her hands, kneading them and pinching the nipples between her fingers.
If there was one downside to all this, it was that Marvia found herself getting really hot. She decided to take a moment to do something about that, peeling her turtleneck up and over her head, tossing it onto the table. She noticed with some satisfaction that Nate couldn't seem to take her eyes off of her ample breasts, covered as they were in the generic black bra Marvia usually wore when she wasn't planning anything special.
After a couple moments, Marvia realized that Nate wasn't going to take the initiative. Marvia grabbed Nate's shirt at the bottom, hauling it upward. Unfortunately for Nate, the back of the shirt caught on a slightly protruding nail on the bench, causing it to rip from top to bottom. Marvia didn't notice, or care, tossing the ruined shirt aside. Nate still sat there, staring blankly at her.
Marvia sighed. Grabbing each of Nate's hands in her own, she placed them none too gently on her breasts, before using her own hands to unclasp the other girl's bra, exposing her small, perky breasts. Marvia was momentarily fascinated by how pale they were, as this was her first time with a white girl. It took her all of about three seconds to get over this, grabbing each in one of her hands, kneading them and pinching the nipples between her fingers.
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Marvia didn't stop at Nate's stomach, her hands sliding ever further up her snugly fitting t-shirt, leaving the smaller girl unsure whether to be anxious or anticipatory. Marvia was doing so much, so quickly that Nate wasn't even processing any of it fast enough to put up any kind of protest, even if she'd wanted to. Which... well, that was wavering back and forth, but whilst this was weird and more than a little surreal, it felt... nice. These were the kinds of sensations Natalie had never experienced before in her life, and whilst being bitten wasn't exactly what she'd expected, everything else was just a one way street.
Nate gasped again as Marvia made for her breasts, intruding underneath her bra, blushing even more deeply than before. That was, well, a private spot, it almost made her feel embarrassed to experience the tingling the touches sent across her body. In some ways, Nate was glad she'd decided to wear a bra for once, even though most of the time it was barely worth it, since she didn't reall-
Whoa.
"Marvia... b-big," Nate's tone was so hushed she doubted the other girl even heard her. But... oh my god, those mounds of dark flesh put Nate's bust to shame. For a couple of moments, Nate just lost all focus, staring at Marvia's cleavage because oh man there was a girl in her lap in her bra. It went without saying that this sight was something brand new to the slender artist.
She barely even noticed Marvia taking hold of her t-shirt again, so enthralled was Nate in the sheer... unreality of the situation, as well as the other girl's breasts. Nate jolted a bit when Marvia all but tore her shirt off of her back, snapping back into thinking form. The smaller girl's eyes darted from her companion's bra to her face, confused by Marvia's expectant expression.
Nate twigged that she was missing a cue in the split-second before Marvia exasperatedly just grabbed her hands and forcefully yanked them onto her breasts. Nate froze for a moment, almost pulled her hands away, then... felt the soft flesh beneath her hands and figured that it wasn't so bad after all. At a slight loss, Nate gave Marvia's breasts and gentle squeeze, gaining a slight noise of satisfaction from the other girl before she removed Nate's bra.
Marvia stared at Nate's chest for a short moment, such as it was, then immediately went after her nipples, which were already stiff. Nate moaned again as her partner pinched both simultaneously, again feeling that weird mixture of pain and pleasure. Still tweaking at one nipple, Marvia reached back and pulled her own bra down, ample breasts springing free of their confinement. Nate's hands hovered over the other girl's bared tits for a second or so, and then she hesitantly touched them, spurred on as Marvia's hand went back to her own chest.
Nate shuddered, writhing underneath Marvia. She... she didn't want this to stop.
Nate gasped again as Marvia made for her breasts, intruding underneath her bra, blushing even more deeply than before. That was, well, a private spot, it almost made her feel embarrassed to experience the tingling the touches sent across her body. In some ways, Nate was glad she'd decided to wear a bra for once, even though most of the time it was barely worth it, since she didn't reall-
Whoa.
"Marvia... b-big," Nate's tone was so hushed she doubted the other girl even heard her. But... oh my god, those mounds of dark flesh put Nate's bust to shame. For a couple of moments, Nate just lost all focus, staring at Marvia's cleavage because oh man there was a girl in her lap in her bra. It went without saying that this sight was something brand new to the slender artist.
She barely even noticed Marvia taking hold of her t-shirt again, so enthralled was Nate in the sheer... unreality of the situation, as well as the other girl's breasts. Nate jolted a bit when Marvia all but tore her shirt off of her back, snapping back into thinking form. The smaller girl's eyes darted from her companion's bra to her face, confused by Marvia's expectant expression.
Nate twigged that she was missing a cue in the split-second before Marvia exasperatedly just grabbed her hands and forcefully yanked them onto her breasts. Nate froze for a moment, almost pulled her hands away, then... felt the soft flesh beneath her hands and figured that it wasn't so bad after all. At a slight loss, Nate gave Marvia's breasts and gentle squeeze, gaining a slight noise of satisfaction from the other girl before she removed Nate's bra.
Marvia stared at Nate's chest for a short moment, such as it was, then immediately went after her nipples, which were already stiff. Nate moaned again as her partner pinched both simultaneously, again feeling that weird mixture of pain and pleasure. Still tweaking at one nipple, Marvia reached back and pulled her own bra down, ample breasts springing free of their confinement. Nate's hands hovered over the other girl's bared tits for a second or so, and then she hesitantly touched them, spurred on as Marvia's hand went back to her own chest.
Nate shuddered, writhing underneath Marvia. She... she didn't want this to stop.
Now they were getting somewhere. Marvia shuddered slightly as Nate's hands met bare flesh, her palms brushing against her dark nipples. She bit her bottom lip, continuing to tease her companion's nipples between her fingers. Another thrill spread along Marvia's body as Nate squeezed her tits, finally showing some initiative.
And as usual, Marvia became quickly disappointed when that was all she did. The dark-skinned girl tried her level best to keep the exasperated look off her face, with little success. She almost wondered if she would have better luck just dealing with this herself. Still, she'd never fucked a white person before, and really, she wasn't going to get another chance. Most likely. So in the end, it was the novelty combined with the fact that she would still be horny if she left that made her stay.
After a couple minutes of nothing but having her breasts squeezed, Marvia removed her hands from Nate's. She grabbed Nate's wrist again, guiding them to rest again on her rear. Then, cupping her hands around the back of Nate's head, she planted another deep kiss on her mouth. Breaking off the kiss, Marvia guided her head forward until her lips brushed along the dark girl's hardened nipple.
Marvia smiled with satisfaction as for once Nate took less than a minute to catch on, opening her mouth and accepting Marvia inside. A moan involuntarily escaped her lips as the girl's tongue brushed across the erect nub. Marvia placed her hands on Nate's shoulders, supporting herself as the girl suckled her. Finally she was starting to feel some pleasure at the hands, or rather mouth, of her companion. Another brush of the tongue sent electricity through her body, down her spine and into her nether regions, causing Marvia's fingers to reflexively dig into the girl's shoulders.
This continued for a few minutes, Marvia moaning softly throughout at the actions of Nate's tongue. However, with each repeated pass of the tongue, Marvia's enjoyment of the action diminished, wishing that she would do something different. It was wishful thinking, as Marvia had become very aware of throughout.
Finally Marvia pulled away, being more than ready to move on to something else. Nate looked disappointed that her partner had done so, so Marvia rewarded her for finally doing something right with a kiss and a quick flick of the smaller girl's nipple, before dismounting the girl. The dark-skinned girl sat on the table, her legs dangling off the one of the sides without a bench. Unfastening the button from the top of her jeans, she gestured with her other hand for Nate to join her.
And as usual, Marvia became quickly disappointed when that was all she did. The dark-skinned girl tried her level best to keep the exasperated look off her face, with little success. She almost wondered if she would have better luck just dealing with this herself. Still, she'd never fucked a white person before, and really, she wasn't going to get another chance. Most likely. So in the end, it was the novelty combined with the fact that she would still be horny if she left that made her stay.
After a couple minutes of nothing but having her breasts squeezed, Marvia removed her hands from Nate's. She grabbed Nate's wrist again, guiding them to rest again on her rear. Then, cupping her hands around the back of Nate's head, she planted another deep kiss on her mouth. Breaking off the kiss, Marvia guided her head forward until her lips brushed along the dark girl's hardened nipple.
Marvia smiled with satisfaction as for once Nate took less than a minute to catch on, opening her mouth and accepting Marvia inside. A moan involuntarily escaped her lips as the girl's tongue brushed across the erect nub. Marvia placed her hands on Nate's shoulders, supporting herself as the girl suckled her. Finally she was starting to feel some pleasure at the hands, or rather mouth, of her companion. Another brush of the tongue sent electricity through her body, down her spine and into her nether regions, causing Marvia's fingers to reflexively dig into the girl's shoulders.
This continued for a few minutes, Marvia moaning softly throughout at the actions of Nate's tongue. However, with each repeated pass of the tongue, Marvia's enjoyment of the action diminished, wishing that she would do something different. It was wishful thinking, as Marvia had become very aware of throughout.
Finally Marvia pulled away, being more than ready to move on to something else. Nate looked disappointed that her partner had done so, so Marvia rewarded her for finally doing something right with a kiss and a quick flick of the smaller girl's nipple, before dismounting the girl. The dark-skinned girl sat on the table, her legs dangling off the one of the sides without a bench. Unfastening the button from the top of her jeans, she gestured with her other hand for Nate to join her.
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