“So you’re going to quit and go home then?” Vicky asked, interrupting the conversation and earning her a dirty look from her sister and Eliza. “Hey, I’m just sayin’ . . . We all know that it ain’t gonna happen, so let’s see some of that original thinking I’ve been hearing so much about.”
“If all your conventional avenues have been lost to you . . .” started Terillia.
“Then use some unconventional ones,” finished Veronica.
“Some people have friends,” Eliza said, smiling in spite of herself. “I have a booster club. All right, all right. I’ll think of something.”
Veronica smiled back. “So . . .” she started with a drawl. “Where’s YOUR room?”
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In Eliza’s old bedroom . . .
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Veronica couldn’t stop laughing. Eliza’s parents had apparently left her room just the way it was from when Eliza had gone off for her “extended vacation” on Earth. Veronica had never imagined Eliza as a “teenager” before, but she apparently had been. There were posters of popular musicians and theatre performers, as well as an all-girl team for some sport called “Grenslonvaas,” which was like a magical combination of rugby and field hockey without all the niceties. And the stuff animals! Tons and tons of stuffed animals! Apparently, small collectible stuffed animals weren’t just a human tradition. While blushing, Eliza admitted that she actually had one of the most extensive collections in the southern provinces.
“Stop it,” Eliza said to her chortling girlfriend.
“I can’t help it,” Veronica said, trying to compose herself. “It’s just . . . they’re so cute!” she added, waving her hand at the shelves of plush toys. “I just never imagined you like this . . . Not that I was any different, mind you.”
“I never thought I’d be back here,” Eliza said, picking up what had been one of her favorite toys as a kid; a stuffed griffin named “Kachecki.” “I don’t even know if he’ll let me try to help him,” she added, not needing to mention who “he” was.
“Since when did you ever need permission from someone to get involved?” Veronica mentioned.
“This is different. You didn’t hear some of the things that he said . . . that I said.”
“I know,” Veronica said, looking towards the door. “You feeling okay? Or better at least?”
“A bit,” Eliza replied, sitting down on her bed. “My father’s okay, but apparently pissed. He’s safe now, and so is my mom. All the security spells are back in place, and everyone has their shift assignments for tonight.”
“So, when’s our shift?” Veronica asked, leisurely leaning back on the bed, pulling at the strings that kept her vest tied together.
“Veronica!” Eliza said.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re the only girl who didn’t want to do it when her parents were out of the house!” Secretly, Veronica wanted to do something that would take her mind off the annoying buzzing in her head.
Eliza had to admit that the thought had crossed her mind. Of course, she had always pictured one of those grenslonvaas players in her bed, but Veronica was a pretty good substitute. “All the time,” Eliza replied. “I just never thought there was a chance in hell it would happen.”
Veronica pulled the last string of her vest apart and the garment sprung open, letting those luscious tits pop free. “Well hell just froze over,” she said, lying back and pinching her nipples so they stood out proudly. “It must be cold in here.”
“I could start a fire,” Eliza said, straddling the blonde woman’s hips and placing Veronica’s hands on Eliza’s ass.
“I think you already did,” Veronica said, squeezing her lover’s ass and watching as Eliza unzipped the top of her jumpsuit.
Eliza let her top fall to her waist, then lay on the bed next to Veronica so she could finish getting the jumpsuit off. Veronica stood up and made a big production of sliding her jeans off. She had on a pair of bikini panties, tied at the side. Two quick tugs and the underwear was a thing of the past. Then she pounced on Eliza, pinning her to the bed and kissing her heavily.
The two of them had done many things together, but this felt . . . delightfully naughty to Eliza. It was one of those time-honored rites of adolescence, regardless of what race you were from . . . making out in a teenage girl’s bedroom. Of course, there had been twenty-three U. S. presidents since Eliza was a teenager, but that fact was lost on the two grown-up women rolling around on Eliza’s old bed.
Something occurred to Veronica . . . something that was supposed to be said in situations like this. “C’mon,” she murmured. “If you REALLY love me, you’ll do it,” she added with a giggle.
Eliza grabbed Veronica by the shoulders and pushed them against the bed, riding the woman’s hips like a saddle. She gripped her lover’s breasts, lowering her head to them and sucking eagerly on her nipples. “Do what?” she asked. “This?” Eliza sucked lovingly on both breasts again. “Or this?” she asked, kissing her lover’s bellybutton. “Or maybe this?” Eliza asked, planting a kiss on Veronica’s clitoral hood. Veronica shuddered. “Or maybe . . .”
{{ Oh shut up and eat me! }} Veronica thought, her patience reaching its limit. She hooked her legs over Eliza’s shoulders and pressed her thighs together on either side of Eliza’s face.
{{ So insistent, }} Eliza thought, burying her tongue in her girlfriend’s sweet box and reveling in its wet warmth. She took a long lick, prepping that pussy for an evening of debauchery. Then she took another. She pushed her lips into the opening and wiggled her tongue around. She sunk one thumb into Veronica’s asshole as she began to eat that pretty cunt like a woman possessed.
Whatever buzzing sensation was going on in Veronica’s head was quickly being overshadowed by pure pleasure. Every time with Eliza was like the first time . . . namely, magnificent. She grasped her own hair as Eliza’s tongue explored her like Magellan going around the world, stopping every now and then to wreak some havoc. But unlike Magellan, Eliza’s tongue made it the entire trip around Veronica’s insides, then made a return trip. And with a thumb prodding the inside of her backside, she let herself go. After a few minutes of oral attention, she was cumming on Eliza’s face.
{{ Consider yourself eaten, }} Eliza thought as she licked her lips.
Veronica pulled Eliza onto the bed and kissed her girlfriend again, licking the remnants of her own orgasm from her lover’s lips. Then she leaned back on one elbow and spread her legs in a v-shape. Not missing a beat, Eliza did the same thing with her own legs, turning them until they formed a right angle from her lover’s limbs. She scooted forward until her mound came into contact with Veronica’s. Each woman grabbed one of the other’s legs for leverage, then their eyes locked.
{{ Ready? }} Veronica asked.
Eliza humped her hips, pressing her pussy against her lover’s. {{ For you, I’m always ready. }}
Veronica grinned. {{ You’re so romantic when you’re horny! }} She ground her hips against Eliza. Both women’s nether region was fairly slick, so they were able to rub together quickly and easily. {{ Hurry up! Before your parents come home! }}
Eliza stopped and looked pained. {{ Please don’t mention my parents during sex. That is phenomenally gross! }}
Veronica smiled and gyrated her hips again. {{ Okay, okay! }} she said, giggling. {{ So I guess asking ‘Whose you’re daddy?’ is right out? }}
Eliza couldn’t help but smile back as she humped against Veronica’s mound. {{ Only if you never want to do this again! }} She moaned and started kissing her lover’s calf as she held onto her leg. Veronica fell back onto the bed, moving her hips while she inserted her index finger into her own asshole. The two of them ground their slick openings together harder and harder. Their constant humping was positively delightful for both women. Veronica was watching every muscle in Eliza’s body strain, while Eliza was watching her lover’s breast jiggle. When Eliza finally climaxed, she grabbed on to Veronica’s leg and just held on for dear life as the two women’s junction became even slicker. And Veronica wasn’t far behind. She was sure that sometimes . . . just sometimes . . . that thought of Eliza’s orgasm was enough to push Veronica over the top.
The two fell back onto the bed, their legs still intertwined.
“God, I wish I’d brought the toys,” Veronica said.
Eliza laughed. Her girlfriend has such an affinity for sex toys that . . . “Wait a minute,” she muttered as she disentangled herself and got off the bed. Veronica must have thought her lover had gone insane as Eliza stood, naked and sweaty, in the middle of the room, kicking at the floor with her heel. Finally, she heard a slightly muffled thump, and she got on her knees so she could pry a particular stone out of the floor. Underneath was a treasure trove of all the things she had kept hidden from her parents when she was younger. She pulled out a bag of stuff and shifted through it, finally emerging with what appeared to Veronica to be a glass dildo. “Old reliable,” Eliza said. Then she noticed Veronica was staring at her. “What?”
“Are there any OTHER things I should know about?”
Eliza shrugged, then looked in another small bag. She opened it, sniffed inside, then made a face of disgust. “Looks like the preservation spell wore off a couple decades ago,” she said. “No way I’ll be able to smoke that shit,” she said as she wiped the dust of the sex toy. Then she climbed onto the bed.