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Even with all the maturing, growing up and changes, Anne just couldn't get rid of her shyness. It had always been a part of her persona, a trait that, to be honest, had never caused any harm. Even with her relationship with Sasha, timidity had never stopped Anne from doing anything.
Until then.
It was a habit between them to go to Anne's house after school. Bee and Oum worked at the restaurant, and during those days, the afternoon was free for Sasha and Anne to enjoy some time together. For the first few months, they watched movies, chatted, gossiped, did their nails and all those silly things they had been doing since they were kids.
Then they started to hang out only in Anne's room. A kiss here, another there, and eventually, sex. Not every day; when they both had training, Anne didn't even have the energy to think about it. But every week, they would have they share of alone time. Slowly trying different things, and loving the new sensations.
A year of dating had unfolded, and Anne felt comfortable enough to sleep naked with Sasha, and not feel the need to latch onto each other like two animals in heat.
That day, however, the situation wasn't so under control. Anne had woken up feeling strange. Her body seemed more sensitive, and her head thought more nonsense than it normally would. Things at school had been quiet as usual, but she had been looking for more contact with Sasha. More sneaky kisses, more tugging into bathrooms, more tongue seeking tongue; until Sasha pulled her away, smiled, and guided them out of their hideout.
Tennis training was called off as well. Anne's coach, apparently, was ill and wouldn't be back until the following week. So sooner than expected, Anne went home alone and with an overwhelming urge to... Fuck.
The next couple of hours seemed longer, but with Domino to distract her, Anne didn't pay much attention to it. She did her best to calm down: showered, put on casual clothes, watched Suspicious Island, and waited for Sasha. She didn't expect the blonde to deny or anything, so Anne happily made plans about her problems.
When the doorbell rang, she stood up cheerfully, walking down the stairs and heading towards the door with a smile on her face; not the least bit shy to ask for sex.
"Hey, I was wai-"
"Oh, hi, sorry I'm late..." Then the story changed. Anne froze instantly, something inside of her pounding in the... Wrong way. Sasha was still in her cheerleading uniform, fumbling with something inside her bag, and walking in as Anne made her way inside. "We had to practice a little more; there's this new jump move, and the girls are having trouble with it..."
"Oh... Yeah..."
Okay, Anne had seen Sasha in that uniform before. They'd basically trained together, and knew each other long enough for Sasha to show her - and Marcy - every single cheerleader outfit she owned. That wasn't the problem. But a part of Anne had lost a bit of its senses, had gotten confused, and just didn't work anymore.
A part that guided Anne's eyes down the pale legs outlined by the mini skirt. Up Sasha's ass to the exposed skin of the blonde's waist, showing the tip of the deep, large scar Sasha had on her back. Up to Sasha's shoulders, firm after so many years in sports, and so many months of military training. Her neck contoured by the uniform's turtleneck; the red, slightly pinkish color, always fitting the girl so well.
"But now I'm here and..." Anne's attention was brought back to the conversation when Sasha turned around, smiling at her and pointing upstairs. "Can I take a shower? I wanna take these off and--"
"Take off?!" Thinner than it should, carried by a strange shaking, and with her body wriggling in place, Anne's voice came out a bit unnaturally, bringing a confused expression to Sasha's face. Shyness now with a drop of guilt as Anne formulated a string of questions in her mind; making sure the door was locked behind her. "Uhm... Why take it off? Haha... You look so... pretty like this..."
"'Cause I'm sweaty?" Sasha raised one of her eyebrows, looking at Anne as if trying to find an explanation for her behavior. "What is it, Anne? You're weird again; you were like that at school too. Pulling me into corners, kissing, cuddling... You wanna make out, is that it?" Anne felt her face on fire, quickly looking down to the floor. Oh, if only it was that simple... "You know you can ask me, right? I practiced today, but... I don't know, I'm not really tired..."
"Yeah, I... I do, it's just that..." Everything about Sasha was attractive to Anne. The hair tied up with a big bow, in a high ponytail. The amount of skin available to the eye. The curves and muscles more evident with the clothes clinging to her body. The problem was that Sasha... wasn't a big fan of what was going on inside Anne's mind at that moment. Not a fan of the sexualization of cheerleaders. And she was right! Anne would never say otherwise, or think it was bullshit. She knew that her girlfriend had already received certain unwanted looks and compliments from young men, older men, disgusting strangers.
But all Anne could think of now, was taking Sasha to her room, laying her on the bed, grabbing the strap-on she and the blonde had bought and hidden inside her closet, and just fuck the captain of the Saint James cheerleaders high school team, until Sasha's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "You know, Sash, I wanted to do something a little different today..." Still listening to her, Sasha gestured for Anne to follow upstairs, probably interested in the shower; which, honestly, Anne understood.
"Different? Have you seen anything on the internet?"
"Uhm, no, no, I just... It popped in my head..." Soon, the two were walking towards the bathroom. Anne struggled with the words as she thought about which ones to use and which ones to avoid. She leaned on the door, watching Sasha enter the smmaller space; a nightmare in temptation teasing Anne, as Sasha started to take off her uniform, looking at Anne still a little confused. Boy, she was so fucking perfect. "You... You look so pretty like this..."
"Oh, thank you, baby." The sincere smile wasn't reassuring at all. Sasha continued to take off her clothes, leaving everything in a corner as she went to the bathtub and got in, turning on the shower without gazing at Anne. "You also look beautiful, as always..."
"Sasha..." Well, she would have to speak up. Maybe Sasha would deny her now, maybe she'd even give her a dirty look and get mad, but Anne would bring up the idea of having sex while Sasha was still wearing her uniform. "It's... It's more complicated... I wanted to ask you something, but I don't know if you'll like it..."
"Anne?" Sasha turned to Anne from the shower, still letting the water run down her body. "You know you can tell me about these things, right? I would never judge you or anything, Boonchuy..."
"I know, I know, it's just..." Taking a deep breath, Anne decided there was no point in prolonging her suffering. So sitting on the toilet, looking at Sasha like she was a dog begging for a home, Anne finally asked for what she wanted. "Can I... Can I fuck you today? A-and while you... Wear your uniform?"
From the shower, Sasha froze and stared at her. The sequence of expressions that crossed her face was too fast to follow. Confusion, incredulity, weirdness and then... Seriousness. All this in less than a minute in which Anne didn't breathe, didn't move, didn't open her mouth; just stared at Sasha in pity and begged for mercy.
"You... You're talking about my school uniform, right?" And there was the answer that would start Anne's humiliation session. "Like, the pink skirt and the school shirt. Or are you talking about--"
"Your cheerleading uniform, yes--"
"Anne!" Anne's shoulders shrugged at the scolding she got from her name alone. And it wasn't that Sasha's eyes were any easier to deal with; no, those two orbs staring at her like Anne was a criminal, were enough to make the girl blush even more, squeezing her hands together in nervousness. "You know that--... Damn, don't look at me like that! God, did it really have to be this uniform?!"
"You look hot in it, Sasha!" Sasha rolled her eyes, huffing and shoving her face under the water, probably to hide her embarrassment at the words. But Anne got up anyway, stepping into the shower without caring if she got wet. At that moment, Sasha was more important, and slipping her arms around the blonde's waist, Anne pulled her closer, drawing a surprised gasp from Sasha and pinning her against her body. "Baby... I'm sorry for asking for this, but you're so beautiful that I..."
"But did it have to be the cheer uniform?!" Anne glued herself on Sasha, leaving kisses all over the naked shoulders. Maybe with different tricks, Anne could get through to her.
For a moment, she opted for silence. Tenderly, Anne trailed kisses down the white skin, up to her girlfriend's neck, holding Sasha tightly. She knew that kind of attitudes made Sasha soft, and that was exactly what happened. Sasha leaned slightly against Anne, laying her head to the side and giving way to the soft touches of red lips.
They traced down her neck, past the tip of the scar on Sasha's back. Anne was careful when she bit it, delighting in the slight startle that came from Sasha, holding her steady to offer an anchoring sensation, keeping Sasha there, close to herself.
"Don't do this to me..." The plea had no power at all, and Anne just smiled sideways, sliding her hands up and down Sasha's belly. "Please..."
"I know you like it..." Sasha grunted in response, holding still, unresponsive. A great time for Anne to ask again for what she wanted. "I promise it'll be just today. I've been wanting you since this morning; I need you, Sash..."
"But does it have to be in that outfit?"
"Only if you allow it to be..."
Anne didn't act, choosing to step back a bit and let Sasha think. The blonde stood still for a moment, possibly processing the information, the request, and what she would have to do. Put the uniform back on, so that Anne could experience a cheerleader fetish, was a big deal. Especially for Sasha, who was so vocal about how cheerleaders should be less sexualized.
But maybe Anne was lucky, or her charm had worked, because taking a deep breath and letting her shoulders drop again, Sasha turned and faced her, thinking some more before answering.
"You... Just today, all right?" Anne brightened instantly, clapping her hands together in a not-too-subtle celebration. Sasha didn't seem offended, just rolling her eyes and smiling sideways, before heading back under the shower. "And if I say 'Stop', we'll stop."
"Of course, of course!" Calming herself to not sound insensitive or give Sasha the feeling that she didn't care, Anne went over to her girlfriend to kiss her on the mouth this time, pulling away and grabbing a towel for herself right after. "I'm gonna tidy the room. I'll set it up nice and cozy for you; I promise you won't regret it, Sash!"
The answer came in a dubious grunt from Sasha, who went back to focusing on the shower while Anne went down the hall. Now with a mission, the girl went straight to her bedroom, glancing around and noticing the small mess that rested there.
Anne went straight to the clothes, getting rid of some, kicking others under the bed, organizing as much as possible. Then her eyes fell on the unmade bed, and pulling the covers off, Anne quickly stretched out the sheet, wiping it with her hands and leaving it much better than before. But still, to make sure Sasha was comfortable, Anne threw a blanket over it, arranging it again and throwing the other one into the closet.
It was then that an idea crossed Anne's mind.
With a smile on her lips, she went after a box kept well hidden in there, afraid her mother would find it and make her explain. Anne pulled the object from inside the closet and sat down on the floor, opening it and dancing her hands over what she kept there: sex toys. Not many, really. Just a vibrator for her when she got bored, a small dildo that Anne had gotten from Sasha to share, and a strap-on that, also together, they had bought to try out.
Anne had used it a few times. Usually, Sasha was the one taking care of that sort of thing, with more strength and even courage to tie the toy around her waist, and fuck Anne hard or slow or any other way they wanted. But that afternoon, the tables would turn. Anne observed the neon pink silicone body. It wasn't human shaped - Anne's choice, as she wasn't comfortable with the idea of something resembling a penis near her. It wasn't big, rather average, with a few little bumps scattered around the toy's body, to tease even more.
Picking it up, Anne kicked the box back into the closet, hearing the shower turning off and running back to bed. She looked down at her own clothes, seeing the wet t-shirt begging to be changed. So in a hurry, Anne simply took it off and left it on her dresser, grabbing a better one.
Anne didn't give much thought to what her new shirt would be, just getting dressed again to experience the delightful feeling of having Sasha take it off her body, instead. And as soon as she put it on, Anne went back to bed, turning to the door when it opened, showing Sasha dressed in her cheerleader uniform, clean this time, looking at Anne for a moment; the blue eyes soon falling on the strap.
"... You're really in a different mood today, uhm, Boonchuy?"
"Yeah, yeah, I guess so..." Despite probably not being too keen on what would be happening, Sasha shrugged and smiled, leaving her bag on the floor by the door and going to sit down next to Anne. She didn't seem nervous or bothered or angry, but still, Anne thought it best to say something about the situation. "... We don't have to do it, if it makes you uncomfortable."
"... Nah..." Fidgeting in place, Sasha didn't let the smile leave her face, visibly more flustered than before, but still so in control. Anne couldn't help but fall in love with her even more, turning fully towards Sasha and watching every single one of her reactions closely, to make sure the blonde wasn't accepting that just to satisfy Anne against her will. "Like, I don't... I'm not a fan of the idea, but.... It's you, and I think... We need to try a little bit of everything.... Right?"
"Only if you want to."
"... I... I think I can give it a try, yeah..." A minute of silence rose between them, before Sasha smiled again, grabbing Anne's hands and pulling her into her lap. With the closeness, Anne could feel her body react, clinging to Sasha in search of not just contact, but pleasure; seeking for Sasha herself. "Shall we get started then? I saw that you chose a special little toy, and I liked the idea of using it on you..."
"Yeah, yeah, haha, except..." Anne felt her cheeks flush once more, scratching the back of her head as she looked at Sasha's face. The shyness again hitting her like a hammer. "I-I... I'd kinda be the one using that this time, hehehe..."
Sasha didn't answer, staring at Anne in silence. The world seemed to spin slowly, and Anne wasn't sure if that was a good thing - so she could take a deep breath before hearing the next words - or a bad one - where she would think too much about what those words were.
But soon the answer came in the form of a slow inhale, Sasha lowering her head and simply accepting that, that afternoon, things would work out differently.
"It's better you make it count, Boonchuy. It's damn better you-"
"I will! I will!" And Anne launched into action, pulling Sasha close to herself and kissing her eagerly. Her hungry lips seeking for more, and it wasn't long before Anne's tongue did the same, licking softly in a plea to enter; dancing inside Sasha's mouth before Anne pulled away, murmuring against her girlfriend's skin. "I promise I will..."
And turning back to what they were doing, Anne plunged into a new kiss, pushing her tongue inside and tangling it with Sasha's with no delay. Carefully, she also used her body to lay Sasha down on the bed, supporting herself with one hand while the other played with the blonde strands.
Anne didn't stay on top, usually. She liked being underneath Sasha, being touched and cared for and driven wild. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy guiding things too. In control of what they were doing, Anne pulled away to leave soft pecks across Sasha's lips, feeling them seek her out, but always slipping free, deciding when to come back for more.
The answer was positive every time Anne eagerly slipped her tongue back into Sasha's mouth, holding the contact until they were both out of breath and then finally venturing out again.
With Sasha taking a deep breath, Anne spread kisses across her flushed cheeks, tracing first to the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and then to the scar she herself had made so many years before. A grunt filled the air between them, but Anne didn't stop with what she was doing, dropping wet, lingering kisses across Sasha's closed eyes, past the tip of her upturned nose, and then on on the ajar lips thirsty for more.
This time, the kiss was hotter, with Sasha's hands moving up to her waist and - as Anne had planned - pulling off her shirt. The curls soon fell over Anne's shoulders, contouring her burning face kept serious, still so confident and determined.
"I'm gonna take good care of you, Waybright..." Sasha groaned, letting her shoulders sink back down and looking at Anne with a certain... Necessity. "And you're gonna like it so much..."
"Will I?" It was a genuine, sly question. Anne bent down to kiss Sasha again, standing on her own hands, as she stared at her lover. "Promise me? Please..."
"I promise you..." Anne stood up from the bed, gesturing for Sasha to move and position herself better on the mattress; waiting until she was ready, before crawling over the much stronger and taller body that she now controlled. "Or I'm not worthy of you..."
"Haha, very funny..."
And between smiles, the two went back to French kissing, Sasha's arms wrapping around Anne's neck and pulling her down. Her legs soon did the same, trapping Anne in a type of hug that became so vital in their relationship.
It was hard to resist, especially when, sliding one of her hands down to the white thighs, Anne could feel the mini skirt of Sasha's uniform moving up the soft skin. She groped the area with gusto, loving the grunt and startle that came from Sasha. Anne could get addicted to that, she was sure of it, gripping both of Sasha's legs tightly and pulling her against herself, before pushing away and moving down the girl's body.
The turtleneck of the cheer uniform was the first thing that met Anne's face, followed by the light strands. The scent of soap still so strong on Sasha's flesh, that Anne couldn't help herself from smelling the area, chuckling to herself and opening her mouth, tracing teeth across Sasha's jugular and biting down hard on her jaw.
"Anne! C-careful..." Sasha moaned softly, bringing her fingers to Anne's curls and holding them tightly, pulling her even more close. "It'll... Leave a mark..."
"I know..." Anne laughed again, using her chin to push the top's collar out of the way, trailing a little further down Sasha's neck. "It's what I want."
Again, Anne bit into the pale skin, sinking her nails onto Sasha's thighs and marking territory. The response came instantly, and Anne held Sasha tight before standing up, looking deep into her eyes and moving to the blonde's navel.
The outfit left part of Sasha's belly showing, which was sexy and displayed a tremendous amount of confidence. Looking at the flesh in front of her, Anne could see Sasha's war scars, remembering how the girl had feared that other people would consider her unattractive because of them. A complete nonsense for Anne, unable to ignore the six-pack belly that had formed with Grime's training. Everything she found physically attractive in a person.
Anne wasted no time, kissing each one of the pecks, then heading towards the scars. Sasha seemed to enjoy the attention she received, letting out soft gasps and giggles, taking one of her hands to play with Anne's hair.
So beautiful and perfect... A well of desires that invited Anne to dive in.
However, that wasn't the only part of Sasha's body that drove her crazy. No, no, that whole structure was simply divine. Including... The breasts. Anne looked up as she kissed one of the scars closer to Sasha's ribs, staring at the considerably small boobs before looking back at Sasha. Her girl's cheeks reddening even more as Sasha seemed to notice where Anne planned to go, and soon Sasha's hands were running to the hem of her top, grabbing it and--
"No." Anne's voice came out dry, direct. An order promptly received so Sasha didn't dare take that garment off. "You're keeping the uniform."
"B-but you don't wanna--"
"I do, but I don't have to take it off to suck your tits, Sash..." A wicked laugh escaped Anne's lips and, gliding over Sasha's torso, she brought her hands to the hem of the tight top, pulling it up and enjoying the view of the fabric clinging to Sasha, contorting her until, jutting out, both breasts appeared. The puffy nipples looking at Anne as if begging for her touches. "I just need this."
And in one go, Anne latched onto one of those perfect nipples, sucking hard so that the moan that escaped Sasha's throat, left them both relieved to be home alone.
"Anne! Fuck!" Sasha brought her hands to Anne's hair, pushing her onto her chest and moving more willingly, searching for any contact that would feed her desires. "Ah, damn it, Anne... S-suck it gently..."
Anne smiled sideways, not obeying the request and pulling on the nipple, releasing it and watching it fall like a masterpiece. The delicate skin slightly harder, unable to get as stiff as hers usually did. But that was the way Anne liked it.
Attention soon fell on the other breast. The same care, the same intensity and vigor put into each of the suction, leaving both nipples red and erect. Only then did Anne move back down her girlfriend's body, kissing Sasha's belly, tracing to her navel, hands grabbing at the shorts Sasha wore under the mini skirt.
A shiver ran through Anne's body as she looked up. Sasha seemed... Shy, holding on to the pillow as her body was explored harsh and lustily. Her face and neck blushed; her top lifted, showing off the breasts that appeared only more evident when exposed in such a vulgar way. The irregular breathing moving Sasha's chest up and down, leaving her panting and anxious and visibly aroused.
Anne would go crazy. Her own body burning as she pulled Sasha's shorts down, making sure to bring the panties along to save time.
"You're staying right there." Sasha nodded, taking a deep breath and swallowing dry. "I'm gonna eat you, then fuck you, and then you're gonna make me cum as a thank you, got it?"
"G-got it..."
"Good..." Anne held Sasha's thighs again, watching the cheerleader uniform's mini skirt rise up to Sasha's waist, out of Anne's way. "Now... Let's get down to business..."
And there, naked underneath the clothes she still wore, Sasha's pussy was shown. The pubes kept short, the lips parting as Anne pushed the strong legs apart, making room for herself. Sasha was brighter red than usual, sustaining a glow of arousal that made it clear that, just as Anne had hoped for, Sasha was enjoying the attention she was receiving.
Sucking on her girlfriend's outer lips first, Anne soon lunged for Sasha's already swollen clit, licking and kissing carefully to avoid discomfort, but hard enough that Sasha's reaction made sense.
"Fuck!" The scream should have been heard outside the house, but Anne didn't care, slurping on Sasha with desire and eating her girlfriend with no mercy, loving to feel the blonde's legs spread for her; Sasha's hands grabbing Anne by the hair, pushing her head down. "Ah, s-shit! Anne, this, this, please, please, please!"
In a devious grin, Anne felt her ego inflating, running her tongue between Sasha's inner lips, and gathering the juices that were already oozing out. She needed to get Sasha wet, horny, so that what was next would be pleasurable for her.
Anne didn't care much for the pain of having her hair pulled, and actually enjoyed the feeling more than she would admit. But to have Sasha's body moving, rolling on her mouth, searching for more? Oh, that was so good. Anne had forgotten how satisfying it was to have Sasha Waybright under her, moaning and begging for more.
Excitedly, Anne went back to sucking on the clit before her, moaning to elicit delicious vibrations that made Sasha choke on the sounds she emitted, arching her back and letting her breasts bounce even more noticeably. The uniform's long sleeves were such a contrast to the explicit nudity, that Anne couldn't help but moan in pleasure this time, squeezing her own thighs together and feeling her cunt beg for attention too.
But not yet. That moment was Sasha's. And reaching down to slide some of her tongue inside her girlfriend, Anne kissed Sasha's lips lovingly, tracing her way up and back to play with the pleasure-filled organ.
"A-Anne... Anne, p-please..." Oh, that voice. Begging, pleading for her. Anne pulled away to look at Sasha, seeing the desperate expression soon take over the slender features she loved so much. "N-no, don't stop, no, please..."
"Shh, it's okay..." Anne stood up from where she was, turning to pick up the toy that had been left at the end of the bed. She was careful to make it clear what her next move would be, placing the strap next to Sasha as she stood, taking off her shorts and tossing them anywhere. "I'm gonna take care of you. I promised you, didn't I?"
"You'll be gentle, right?" Sasha stared at her all the way through the process, locking her hands tightly on Anne's pillows. Beautiful, so hard to resist, that Anne even considered just going hard and fast already; ignoring such an idea in favor of not hurting Sasha. "I-I... You know I still haven't, uhm, gotten used to this... Position."
Without answering, Anne fastened the belt around her waist, licking her lower lip and climbing back onto the bed. Sasha's eyes, now a little darker thanks to arousal, looked at her in search of a positive response to her plea, but Anne kept it in her mouth as she patiently arranged herself between Sasha's legs.
It was like living a movie. Anne gripped Sasha's thighs tightly, pulling them apart and out of her way. The skirt riding up in the process, allowing Anne to place the tip of the toy against Sasha's lips, and causing her to startle and gasp in anticipation; Sasha's gaze now slightly wider than before.
"I'll be very... Careful..." And so Anne did, pushing the toy in until the entire tip was no longer visible. Sasha seemed to relax as she jerked, relieved that Anne hadn't shoved everything in mercilessly, but still feeling the silicone dildo entering her, opening way and leaving Sasha limp on the mattress. "So then I can enjoy what I'll be doing next..."
In a slow moan, Anne's name drifted through the air, making the girl's head spin. How could Sasha do that so easily?! Anne could barely control herself when she was on top, while Sasha was always so confident when fucking her in much more lustful positions than that one.
Maybe Sasha just had a talent for the thing.
Maybe Anne just had a soft spot for the girl.
But without giving much thought to it at that moment, Anne moved closer to Sasha, feeling that soft skin against her thighs as the toy disappeared completely. Sasha's eyes rolled before closing, her head leaning back.
Anne gave her a minute to get used to it, taking the dildo out calmly and patiently. She knew Sasha needed that smooth start as she herself always asked for, and of course Anne would be slow with her for now. Her hands caressed Sasha's whole body, running across her legs, up her waist and tracing Sasha's mini skirt. The Saint James symbol bringing a shiver to Anne; this was real. She was fucking Sasha in her bed, while the blonde still wore her cheerleading uniform.
That was too intense. Anne kept walking on Sasha's curves, moving up to her breasts and groping them, before going to her girlfriend's neck, closing her fingers around it and seeing Sasha automatically stare at her, jolting in place.
"Easy, Sash, easy..." Sasha grunted again, feeling when Anne, with slightly more strength, pushed the strap into her, bumping against Sasha's body lightly. "Relax... I'm not gonna hurt the captain of the cheerleaders... I need her in shape for the next game..."
"Anne, please..."
It was hard not to laugh when Sasha blushed more, laying her face down to hide the shyness and embarrassment the words had caused. The perfect moment for Anne to, slipping her hands back down the marble figure, pull half of the toy out, pushing it back in harder.
"What? It's true..." There was another grunt from Sasha, shuddering as Anne repeated the motion with her waist, gradually building up more power and speed. "I need you to behave for me. I'll fuck you, you'll eat me, we'll both cum, and you'll wear this uniform in front of everyone, cheering for me during my next match. Cool, isn't it?"
And the one who didn't answer this time was Sasha, looking more embarrassed than before. Oh, how nice it was to see her in that position. Anne smiled as she grabbed Sasha's waist and the mini skirt's hem at the same time, pulling Sasha's body to herself firmly, pushing the strap in.
It was time to really get started.
"I know you're enjoying this more than you like to admit." Anne could feel her own body moving with the increasingly intense thrusts. Sasha's eyes shut tight, like her fingers on the pillows. Moans getting louder and shorter. Anne held Sasha's waist with one hand and her skirt with the other, controlling everything as she fucked Sasha with still moderate force. "I can see your body reacting, Sasha. I know you're enjoying getting fucked in your uniform..."
Sasha moaned and grunted at the words she received, looking down shyly, probably watching the job done under her skirt. No negative response, and Anne proceeded to pick up the pace, grabbing Sasha's waist hard and pulling half of the toy out, only to push it back in roughly, watching Sasha arch her back and scream out her name, not afraid or ashamed of being heard from the other side of the door.
"Anne! A-ah, Anne, c-calm down--"
But Anne didn't calm down, knowing how to recognize when Sasha really didn't like it, and when it was just a cry with no real meaning, pulling the strap back out and shoving it into Sasha again. Another scream, a demonstration of pleasure, and this time, the blonde's body trembled on the mattress, rocking with the thrusts that came next.
Anne couldn't hold back any longer, gasping with the effort she put into fucking Sasha. Like it or not, the girl was taller and bigger, and the strength Anne had to put into holding Sasha in place was demanding. But it was exactly that effort that made it all the more exciting.
Droplets of sweat began to appear on her body, glistening on Anne and Sasha, who in turn had also begun to drip with pleasure. The sound of skin against skin tangled with the whimpers Sasha couldn't control and the grunts Anne made, taking up most of the space in the room. Looking down at where their bodies met, Anne could see that Sasha was already starting to turn red in a natural response to the pounding, her legs wrapping around Anne's waist and pulling her close every time the dildo was pushed in.
Sasha's breasts also caught Anne's attention. They bounced, moving in rhythm with how she was fucked, in evidence between the arms that reached up to grab the headboard, and the uniform top, that for being so tight, didn't slip down and stayed where Anne had left it.
The skirt, on the other hand, wouldn't stay still, swaying with every thrust Anne made. Which ended up attracting the brown eyes to the sides of Sasha's ass and, without thinking twice, Anne smacked the area, hearing a startle and a slight confused cry, followed by Sasha's eyes on herself.
"... Keep moaning." Anne tried to stay in character, surprised even at her own action, but not risking losing the heat of the moment. "Or I'll do worse and leave you with a slap mark on your face. Is that what you want?"
"Holy shit, Anne!" Sasha laid her head back, moaning without caring how naked her body was while still clothed. "Oh, God damn it!... F-fuck! Ah, n-no.... Not my f-f-AH! Yes! There! R-right there, Anne!"
The sudden reaction coming from Sasha made Anne look down, only then realizing that she was probably stimulating her girlfriend from the inside. And as in a domino effect, a new idea popped inside Anne's mind and, letting go of the skirt, Anne brought her now free hand to between Sasha's legs, playing with the until then lonely clit, noticing how much better the girl seemed to respond.
"Do you like it when I touch you here?"
"I-I do!" Sasha shouted the answer, closing her legs around Anne's waist and gripping the bed even tighter; her torso in a perfect arch, her bouncing breasts in full view. Loud moans took over the room, and Anne knew damn well that Sasha wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm gonna cum! Anne, I-I... Oh, fuck! Y-yeah, A-Anne, fuck-- UGH! F-fuck me! Please!"
With no doubt in her mind Anne would do as Sasha had demanded. With all the strength and stamina she had, Anne sped up the movements of her hips, basking in the image of Sasha's body at her disposal, wearing the sexiest outfit she wore on a daily basis, trembling with pleasure as she surrendered to what Anne offered. This was her girl, her captain of the cheerleaders, and Anne improved her thumb's performance over Sasha's clit so that she could finally climax, as deserved.
"Then cum, Sash... Cum for me..." Anne felt the tremors taking over the body in her hands; her movements being swallowed by the throbbing of Sasha's pussy; the liquid sound of the blonde's orgasm now so obvious. And even then, Anne didn't stop, holding Sasha as if she was about to run away; and that Anne wouldn't allow. "That's it, let it go... You can get your uniform dirty; I know you like that as much as I do..."
The drops of pleasure soon fell onto the mattress, also getting the skirt that blocked part of Anne's view dirty. So sensual, so tempting... The back and forth movements didn't stop immediately, progressively calming down as Sasha shuddered and still showed sensitivity, falling onto Anne's blanket so limp that, if she hadn't been the reason of Sasha's newest orgasm, Anne would be sure that Sasha had just had a seizure and passed out.
When they both finally finished, the room seemed warmer and denser. The two gasped for different reasons, producing the only sounds that could be heard in the entire house. Anne took a deep breath to recover, carefully pulling the toy out of Sasha and placing her body on the bed, gentle not to make Sasha feel uncomfortable with anything.
Anne sat after that, unbuckling the strap and leaving the toy beside her, before throwing herself back, taking just a minute to process everything that had happened.
"... Wow." Smiling, Anne brought both hands to her face, disbelieving what she had just done. Was it a dream? No, impossible, that had been very real. But the way she fucked Sasha, the way she talked to her and the way she was answered? That couldn't be real. "Sasha? You..." But soon the worry returned, and Anne stood up to look at Sasha and see how she was doing after all that they had done. "Are you okay?"
"I..." With her face covered by one of her arms and an index finger raised, Sasha spat out her words in a still catching breath, closing her legs that trembled with the likely lighter waves of pleasure that coursed through her. "I need water..."
"Oh, yeah! Sure, sure..." Quickly, Anne raced to the door, down the hallway as fast as she could to get her favorite girl a glass of water. The kitchen seemed much colder than expected, and as the glass filled up, Anne looked around, finding Domino sitting calm and elegant, staring at Anne as if she knew what her owner had just done. "Don't tell anyone about it, okay? It's a secret." And with a glass of water in hands and a smile on her face, Anne made her way back to her room, less hastily in order not to knock over the liquid. "Here, dude..." Anne walked in, seeing Sasha still on the mattress, staring at the ceiling before turning to her. "Your water."
"Thanks..." Sasha sounded much better, or at least not as tired as before. Anne closed the door behind her and sat down on the bed, while the blonde quenched her thirst, turning the glass slowly and not leaving a drop behind. A relieved sigh filled the air as Sasha finished drinking, placing the glass on Anne's nightstand and lying back on the bed, completely worn out. "I needed that..."
"Yeah, I thought so, hehe..." For a moment, the two remained quiet. It was a chance to relax, to let Sasha breathe, but all Anne could feel was an urge to jump into her girlfriend's lap and seek her own pleasure. And to do that, she had to ask. "Uhm, Sash? So..."
"Anne..." From Sasha's voice, Anne could sense that she wasn't coming with the best news for her. But still, a shred of hope held firm, and looking at Sasha lovingly, Anne waited for the full answer. "I... What you did was... Amazing. It's-it's just that I... I'm a little tired, I don't know if I'll be able to give it all back to you with the same intensity, and--"
"Oh, no! No, it doesn't have to be the same intensity, I, haha..." Anne felt her cheeks blushing, moving closer to Sasha and gently pushing her down. "I'll handle myself, just... C-can you stay there for me?"
"Sure!" Sasha's spirit rose again, and the blonde actually seemed more relieved to know that Anne would assume the effort it would take, for her to enjoy the afternoon as well. "You can just go for it! Do whatever you want, I-I'll let you do anything!"
"Really?!"
"Of course! Of course, Anne, make yourself comfortable!"
This time Anne didn't hold back, jumping on Sasha and going straight for a tongue kiss. The wonderful feeling of having her girlfriend's breasts against her, the fabric of the uniform Sasha was still wearing, the warmth of a body that had just cum. Sasha grunted in response, bringing her hands to Anne's waist and holding her tight. If marks were left there, Anne would love to see them every day until they were gone.
But pulling away, leaving Sasha still a little wobbly on the mattress, Anne took a deep breath and regained control of the situation. Her body was burning, and all she had to get rid of her built-up arousal was... Sasha's figure.
Sasha's body.
A smile broke across Anne's lips, and running her fingers over her panties - over the wet spot of slick that rested there - Anne looked deep into Sasha's eyes, seeing the realization of what she was about to do, take over the flushed face underneath her.
"You look so pretty like this, Sash...." Anne glided her fingers over her own clit, taking a deep breath as a wave of direct pleasure finally took over her body. Goosebumps making her nipples stiff, but she chose to keep her bra on for now. "I guess I should show you how beautiful I think you are, huh?"
"A-Anne?"
Gripping the cotton material, Anne pulled her panties aside, bringing her hand to between her legs and parting her lower lips. It was clear how wet she was, juices dripping and sliding through her fingers. And if Anne could feel and hear the slight wet sound her pussy made with her touches alone, Sasha had a full privileged view of the scene unfolding so close to her face.
And that explained the gasp that escaped her throat, followed by her cheeks reddening like two apples.
"Hehe... You like to stare at it, don't you?" Anne ran her middle finger between her lips, spreading her legs a little wider, and moved closer to her girlfriend. She already knew what to do to satisfy herself, and horny as hell, Anne didn't hold back on playing with her clit, circling over it as her eyes fell to Sasha's torso, specifically her breasts. "I get like this when I think about you at night... Uhm, imagining you dressed like this for me... In this tight skirt, with nothing else under it..."
"I-I didn't know you--"
"You did, you fucking did..." Sasha grunted at the answer she received, which made Anne laugh wickedly. That girl was the reason for her bad behaviors, so it was now Sasha's responsibility to deal with the consequences. "Hey... Look at me while I touch myself, okay? Or I'll make you fuck me the way I fucked you..."
In a well-behaved nod, Sasha kept her gaze between Anne's legs, following the whole masturbation process with a certain coyness. And if she hadn't been so involved in the moment, Anne would have been extremely shy and embarrassed as well. But now, honestly? All she could think about was how her girlfriend, Sasha Waybright, hot cheerleaders' captain, was in her uniform below her.
Anne moved her finger in a little deeper, catching from the source the slick that helped her masturbate. Her hips moving in search for more, and a low moan escaped her lips, falling soft on Sasha, making her look up at Anne quickly, before glancing back at her pussy and....
Licking her lips.
"Ooh, so you like this?" With two fingers on her own clit, Anne drew back until she could see Sasha's body fully, staring at between her girlfriend's legs before climbing all over that masterpiece she called 'babe'. "I'll be good then..." But this time, Anne didn't stop on Sasha's chest as she had done previously, moving her cunt towards the blonde's mouth and brushing against her parted lips; slipping the fingers she'd been using to touch herself, inside Sasha's mouth, then pulling them away completely. "Eat me..."
There was no need to repeat. Sasha clung to the wet flesh like a hungry animal, sucking and kissing and licking Anne's pussy with need. The more dominant façade abandoning Anne almost automatically, and leaning on the headboard, she moaned loudly, shivering and letting herself be pulled down.
"Sasha!" Sasha didn't stop, sucking Anne's clit eagerly. Vibrations coming from grunts only made everything even more intense, more persistent, and with her legs too weak to keep herself standing, Anne sat fully on Sasha's face, riding the tongue that stroked her in search of the precious hole. "F-fuck! Dude, you're so...!!! AH!"
It was like she was made of sugar. Even with so many years of training, of sports, even with a fit body, Anne couldn't hold herself on her legs. And oh, how good that felt. Knowing that Sasha was there, eating her out as she had been told to, was powerful. Anne's eyes rolled back, a laugh choked with a moan crossed her chest, and she brought her hands to her bra to pull it down, letting her breasts bounce free.
The lust from that morning had returned with more intensity. Each of the kisses exchanged at school, now burning like embers in Anne. Sasha's lips closed and sucked on her inner lips, before moving up after her clit, down her lips again and guiding her tongue to Anne's entrance. The touch there was more gentle, but soon Sasha was thrusting inside, nudging the tip against Anne's walls, digging her nails into her plump ass.
Deep moans, grunts of pleasure and even tiny cries of delight showed how much Anne... Needed that. Her eyes filling with tears as a warm ball rose in her belly, running down to the top of her thighs. Anne knew what that meant, and she wasn't stopping Sasha now.
"I-I'm cumming!" Anne looked down, seeing Sasha's eyes staring up at her, only then noticing Anne's breasts. With more effort, Sasha let go of one of her girlfriend's butt cheeks, going to the erect nipples to pinch one, then the other; causing Anne to close her legs around her head, completely driven by pleasure as she rode Sasha's face with gusto. "Ah! Fuck! Sasha!"
With the new touches, Anne let herself be carried away by what she felt, cumming hard on her girlfriend's mouth. Her body vibrated, burning with desire, dripping without any shame. Sasha seemed to enjoy it all, anyways, moaning in approval while her tongue was massaged by Anne's insides; slick wetting everything around her lips.
The orgasm had been so intense, that Anne couldn't think for a full minute. Her vision blurred, and she knew she was shaking as she called out for Sasha. Then came the solid weight of her own body, knocking Anne over her girl's face. The only thing that kept her upright were Sasha's strong hands, holding until Anne could at least manage to get herself onto the mattress, now equally half-naked and out of breath.
Beside her, Sasha said nothing as Anne recovered from her climax. The only thing she did was finally finish taking off her uniform, throwing the two pieces on the floor, then climbing on Anne to take off her bra and panties as well. Everything tenderly. Sasha also got up, went to the door and opened it so Domino could enter; locking it again for privacy.
Anne just watched with her as, a bit wobbly, Sasha walked to the closet, grabbing the previously unfolded blanket, and heading back to the bed. She covered Anne's naked body, calling for the cat, and only then settling in for a comfortable embrace.
"...Tired, huh?"
"Very tired..." Seemingly content, Sasha laughed out loud, pulling Anne closer and nuzzling her as if she wasn't the one who'd been fucked this time. "How do you... Keep it up every single time?"
"Well, I usually fall asleep pretty quickly after we're done." That was true. Sasha always pulled Anne closer, using her as a pillow before shutting down after they're finished. It had never bothered Anne who, like the blonde, fell asleep quickly after... All the work. But now, with Sasha putting the situation in those words, it kind of made more sense their behaviors. "So I just waste all my energies on you, and then catch up by spooning right after."
Okay, that was cute. Chuckling softly, Anne moved a little closer to Sasha, practically recovered from the overwhelming orgasm she'd had, and looking a little more serious at her girlfriend when a topic, still undiscussed, popped into her mind.
"Uhm, Sash? Did you... Enjoy doing all that? With the uniform and stuff, I-I mean..."
"Oh, that..." Sasha took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. Anne couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. Sasha had been like an angel in her life, coming through and changing Anne in every way possible. For better, for worse, for things Anne would never know how to be without Sasha being there, giving her support to keep going. Literally her soul mate. Her hero, her saviour; her villain and downfall. The love of her life. "It... It was nice, actually. Better than I imagined, but we're not gonna keep repeating that, okay?" And then the sea blue eyes turned to Anne, with a playful smile that made her fall in love with that girl once again. "I can't keep getting my uniforms dirty just because you have a fetish for them."
"You're so dumb, dude..." Anne pushed Sasha aside in a weak banter, feeling Domino between their legs. She carefully moved closer to Sasha again, just enough for her lips to reach a red cheek with ease, giving Sasha a tender kiss and lying back on her girlfriend's shoulder. "I love you."
And Sasha smiled, going to Anne - with far less care for poor Domino - and kissing her tenderly on the lips, pulling away with the bothered meows. The two looked at each other, then at Domino, and went back to giggling to themselves, so comfortable in each other's arms.
"I love you too, Anne, even if your cat doesn't approve it."
"Oh, she does. I know she does..."
Relaxed in Sasha's company, Anne allowed herself to rest, thinking about how... Happy she was. With a joyful heart within her chest, a mind calm, and a body covered in love, Anne believed she was the happiest girl in the whole world at that moment. Maybe, of course, apart from Sasha.
But knowing that only made her happier.