Petting Over Studying
Five months into my enrollment at this prestigious girls' high school, and time feels like it's flying by at warp speed. The exams are just two days away now. Things are getting serious—I've gotta buckle down and study like my life depends on it. Sure, repeating a year might let me ogle a fresh batch of girls, but it'd mean leaving behind the cuties right here in my orbit. On second thought, nah, that sucks. So, today too... study time. I'm fidgeting like crazy out in the hallway, waiting for someone. Without thinking, it hits me: I look just like a puppy waiting for its owner.
...No, wait, what the hell? With the exam breathing down my neck, I just need someone to break it all down nice and clear, point by point. That's all. Ah, there she is—Alicia. I wave at her, tail wagging like an idiot.
"Alicia. Today too...?"
"Wanna do it again today?"
"......"
Alicia cuts me off with that line, flashing a mischievously playful grin. Do it, she says. She's clearly picking her words to sound dirty on purpose. Anyone overhearing would get the wrong idea. It's just studying together, nothing more. Okay, sure, sometimes she pets me a little. But only in a room where no one can barge in—we unbutton, bare my belly for some ahh, ahh rubs, and occasionally she hikes up my skirt to tease the insides of my thighs, leaving me hah, hahing. But really, the way she tosses out lines that scream misunderstanding so casually...
I'm lost in my pervy thoughts, not answering, when Alicia glances at the hallway clock and says,
"If you don't want to, we can skip today."
"Huh...?"
She gives a quick, busy-sounding goodbye and starts to brush past me. If I hadn't instinctively grabbed her sleeve, she would've been gone. I'm so shocked by my own grabby hands that I yank them back like I touched fire. What the fuck am I doing? Holding up someone who's clearly got shit to do. Probably a date with another girl. Hell, I should be smacking her ass and sending her off with a "have fun."
This is peak nuisance behavior. Especially since my mouth betrays my brain completely.
"J-just... give me a little time. Just a bit...?"
"I'm kinda busy right now, actually."
"Sorry, yeah, but... just a sec? Please...?"
"Hm."
"Aliciaaa."
My pride's dying a thousand deaths. I tried so hard to push her away, but here I am, flopping on my back like a defeated dog, begging. Still, separate from that humiliation, my body starts squirming on its own. Especially when I stare at her hands. I've got the memory burned in—those fingers grazing my skin...
...What the hell is this? If she's really busy, fine. Yeah, deep down, I wanna watch her grinding pussies with some other girl, even if it makes my lower belly ache and throb weirdly. I can tough out one day, no problem.
Right as I'm about to back off gracefully, Alicia hits me with perfect timing:
"Kidding. Lily."
"No, you said you're busy. Sorry for making it awkward..."
"No matter how busy I am, I'd always make time for you."
"No, really, it's fine."
"You mad?"
Mad? Like I'd admit getting teased by you makes me crave your touch without realizing it—that'd be weird, impossible. I'm not some kid throwing a tantrum for you to fix my messed-up feelings.
"Whatever."
I spin on my heel. And in that instant, Alicia closes in and grabs my wrist. I let out an "Ah?" and look up at her, freezing at the bizarre—super bizarre—expression on her face. Before I know it, she's dragging me off, and soon enough, I'm a fluffy mess.
… … …
After that whirlwind romp, I snap back to reality. Oh shit. I claw at my hair and scream.
"I didn't get any studying done—aaargh!"
All Alicia's fault. We went to study. I swear, my mind was laser-focused on books, but then she starts sweet-talking me, pats my lower belly, and...
Alicia's the one who messed up. And she forces me to say sorry, so I go, "My bad. Forgive me just this once," spitting out lies against my will...!
And, and! I yell at Alicia, who's watching my freakout all chill-like,
"I said your ears are sensitive!"
"That's why I figured you wanted more, right?"
"No! I meant stop, don't touch—please don't touch... that's what I said!"
"How could I not when you act like that?"
Why's it my fault? If I say don't touch, you don't touch. Are you a contrarian? Or one of those rotten types who can't stand not digging into someone's weak spots?
I curl up like a ravaged maiden. Wait, bad phrasing. Ravaged? I'm no virgin anyway. Technically yeah, if we're counting experience, but who gives a shit about that for a TS girl like me...?
"What's the problem?"
"Your attitude is the problem...!"
"You said it yourself. That thing."
"What thing?"
"Partners, remember? Can't even handle this?"
"......"
Sex partnersex partnersex partnersex partner... The weird echo bounces around my skull. I dug my own grave. Fair enough—if we're partners, maybe this is no big deal. Maybe I'm overreacting. Look, the spots she touches keep expanding day by day, sure, and today she went for my ears, blew on them after, but friends do that stuff all the time, right? We haven't even rubbed pussies yet, no plans to either. Maybe I'm just hypersensitive...
...What kinda bullshit is that? This is weird. Super fucking weird. Huh? Open my eyes, and boom—I've stumbled into some freaky touchy-feely relationship where I'm panting and moaning from her hands. Where'd all those pre-enrollment vows go? The ones where I swore off deep bonds with girls after my trauma?
I've gotta hold back. Alicia's milky-white skin keeps distracting me—what would it feel like to touch? Is she as ridiculously sensitive as me? My hand keeps twitching up, but no, hold back.
… … …
"Lily. You've been hanging with Alicia a lot lately...?"
"Huh?"
"Just... not jealous or anything."
My second friend, Serina, has this uncharacteristically shattered sweet face. More precisely, she looks pissed—lips pursed, fidgeting like she's scared I'll get stolen away, eyes darting around.
Uh. Yeah. I've been so wrapped up in my Alicia "sessions" that I've totally neglected Serina...
Like a kid caught red-handed, I stammer excuses.
"G-gotta study, y'know? Exams tomorrow."
"I could've taught you just fine."
"But Alicia's... y'know, top of the year..."
"......"
The vibe screams "grovel and apologize." Maybe headbutt the floor.
"It's late now, but... even just today. One day...?"
"Serina?"
"I won't push. But... can I join too?"
"Huh?"
Do what? That? Threesome sex?
"Kyaa! N-nosebleed...!"
"...No! Absolutely not!"
"H-here, tissue—calm down, Lily! Don't thrash!"
I lose it. Nosebleed be damned, I bolt up, grab Serina's shoulders, and plead desperately.
"No no no—never! Serina, stay pure forever...!"
Sure, as a hardcore yuri degenerate, I love 3P elements—ho ho ho ho—but the problem is me stuck in the middle. A 3P with me? No. Just no.
"Lily. What're you even saying...?"
"......"
Wait. Rethink this. Isn't this a gift from the heavens? A blessing from the Yuri Goddess herself, bending down to indulge me. Lure Serina in slyly, drag her to Alicia, then watch them go at it—rubbing pussies side by side. Both dripping with yuri potential; this could make it happen.
Ah? Ah? Ah? That's perfect. Ahh, more nosebleed...
Whatever, don't care. I'll fantasize harder—even if I bleed out and die, worth it. Entwine Serina and Alicia, imagine more, more…!
Feels like that festival last time—when they both grabbed my hands from either side. I meant to slip free and make them hold each other, but forgot and blew it. Lifetime chance wasted. Now, a second shot. This is practically destiny. Been dreaming since day one: live yuri pussy show.
I'm buzzing head to toe in excitement. If I hadn't noticed Serina's weird face, I'd have blabbed nonstop.
"Stay pure? That means... you're doing impure stuff right now...?"
"......"
Her face twists with an emotion I've never seen. Those brown eyes, light snuffed out, stare blankly—terrifyingly vacant. Her smile's the usual one, but frozen at the edges, not a hint of joy. My excitement evaporates; I turn to stone.
Serina scans me head to toe, missing nothing. Eek. Scary...!