>You're Anon
>And you're probably two days away from a sedative prescription.
>Redheart had let you stay the night at her house. Nobody but her knows where you are - not even your parents. If they call, you'll tell them you're at a friends house, you just don't care right now.
>She's giving you space at the moment, since you need time to sort out what you need to do.
>In your frayed and frustrated state, you've managed to come up with three possible courses of action:
>Your first thought when you started considering what to do was the route that put the last strain on you: drop this whole act. You cared about Redheart, but you didn't want Octavia or any of the other girls hurt either because of her or any of the other women. Dropping this whole gauntlet of challenges they have will wipe the slate clean and guarantee that nobody close to you gets hurt again. But by the same token, another guy will be picked after you graduate, and there's no guaranteeing Redheart will stop doing what she's doing.
>That's when your second idea came to light: endure the challenges, forgoing the usual reward for Redheart's freedom and the disbandment of the group - using the pictures you have as leverage if need be. It wasn't foolproof, but it gave you ground to stand on against a group that outnumbered, out-powered you, and likely had members you weren't aware of. Even with that advantage, however, parts of them would still exist, likely the higher members who could simply reform with new underlings.
>That's when the third option came to mind - one that gave you the best guarantee of everything you wanted - you would see Redheart out of harm's way, Octavia and the others would be spared from any unnecessary trauma, and you could likely wipe out the whole group in one fell swoop. You needed to turn Velvet and Spitfire into double agents and use them to bait their leader out of hiding so you could dismantle the group yourself. As for Redheart...
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
>Redheart walked in after a few moments. Her eyes were puffy, as if she had been crying. "Are you feeling better...?"
>You give a diminutive shrug and pat a spot on the bed next to you.
"I need to talk to you. It's important."
>She nods and sits next to you, looking at you with glistening eyes - she had been crying, and she looks like she's ready to go again. "Can I... say something first?"
>You nod.
>Redheart sniffles and takes a deep, shaky breath before speaking. "I know you must hate me right now... For everything you're feeling. And I don't blame you. If you want to quit, then I won't stop you. Just... promise you'll come see me sometime. Even if you're feeling fine?"
>You place a hand on her shoulder and give a bittersweet smile.
"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I want out, but I want you out too. That's why I've made my decision; I'm taking them down. That's... Why I want you to leave town. Tender a resignation with the school, and leave town tonight. I'll watch your house if you want me to, but you have to leave."
>Her eyes went wide as you spoke. "Anon, you... You're letting me go...? But -"
>You place a finger on her lips to cut her off.
"It's not easy for me. It's really not. But... I'm really, really upset, and tenfold confused. All I know is one thing; when cuffs go on wrists and gavels his wood, I don't want you anywhere near it, because you don't deserve it."
>Redheart starting tearing up again, pursing her lips as her breathing became labored and her voice cracked. "Anon... I... I don't want to leave you..."
>You felt your own eyes moisten as you pulled her in close, trying to comfort her.
"I don't want you to either. But I care for you too much to see you get hurt."
>She pulled you in for a kiss as she whispered against your lips. "Promise me one thing. If I do this, promise me you'll remember me and that you'll come back for me."
>You slowly break from her kiss and nod, trying your best to smile despite the sinking feeling you have in your chest.
"I promise."
>Redheart spent the night typing up a letter of resignation that sounded as void of suspicion as possible while you fleshed out your plan as much as you could. you would need help, that much is certain. Twilight could definitely be of assistance. Maybe Vinyl as well. Dash would be valuable in the takedown also. You'd need to compile a list.
>You snapped out of your train of thought when you felt her hands place something on you. It was a green medic's coat, a cross stitched on one arm and a caduceus stitched on the other. "I want you to have this before I go. It was mine when I served. Wear it with the pride I did in the service when you dismantle the club."
>You nod and smile gently up at her.
"Thank you. I like it. Green's my favorite color."
>She chuckled and kissed your cheek. "I need to get going soon. Did you wanna... do anything before I have to go?"
>You sigh softly, your heart sinking again as you look down at your lap.
"I want to, but... I still feel guilty about Octavia."
>She frowns softly and kisses your cheek. "I understand, Anon. Can I at least get one last kiss for the road...?"
>You look back up to her and kiss her gently on the lips, your eyes overflowing with tears again as your lids slide shut, Redheart's doing the same in the few moments of blurred, smudged vision you have left before they close.
>You wrap your arms around her and hold her tightly, wishing you'd never have to let go, the kiss intensifying from both sides as your face grew hot and your grip grew tighter on her.
>You felt a stabbing pain just below your eye - one that only happened when you cried for prolonged periods of time.
>You both stayed there for what felt like forever - in reality, it was only two minutes.
>She finally broke away before grabbing a leather jacket and slipping it on. "I'll... I'll call when I'm out of town. Keep an eye out for payphones on your caller ID, okay?"
>You nod, sniffling and wiping your eyes.
"Hey..."
>She blinks the tears out of her eyes as you sit up and gently grab her chin, tilting it up ever-so-slightly.
"Stand tall, soldier. For me."
>She smiled widely and nodded. "Sir, yes, sir. And you give them hell."
"Damn skippy."
>You saw Redheart off as she drove away. You would've cried if you had any more tears to cry. You just stood there, that stabbing pain right below your left orb.
>When she left, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket and checked the time - you had been up all night - it was already 6 AM. you call Twilight. It's time to set things into motion.
>She answers. "Anon, what can I do for you?"
"I need to know if your mom is nearby. Mention the upcoming calculus test if she isn't. If she is, tell me something about Rainbow Dash."
>Twilight stayed silent for a few seconds before replying. "Oh, Dash? Yeah, she's been as hard-working as ever. I'm amazed she has the energy for all those sports."
"She is? Okay, then don't speak. Contact Vinyl Scratch, Lyra Heartstrings and Rainbow Dash and tell them to meet with you in the music room in one hour for an urgent matter. If you can do that for me, mention something about studying at lunch. if not, say we'll need to reschedule a study group."
>More silence. "Yeah, we can do that study group at lunch. You really need to get a better handle on your calculus, Anon."
"Excellent, see you there."
>You hang up the phone and head back into Redheart's house to get showered up and get changed in your set of spare clothes. Today, you waged war. You knew not the extent of your enemy's power, nor did you know how far their reach extended.
>You knew one thing for certain; they underestimated your skills as a tactician. No warring party survived war unscathed making such a mistake.
>You arrived at the school 15 minutes ahead of schedule, dressed in your usual attire. You needed to be as mundane as possible for now.
>You waited in the music room, stoically contemplative look on your face. You heard the door open, and in filed the four girls you wanted to see - Vinyl, Twilight, Lyra and Rainbow.
"Glad you could make it. Sorry for asking you here on such short notice, but it needed to be done - I can't stand by idly anymore, nor can I simply go along with the tribulation that's been thrust upon me."
>The girls all looked at you oddly as they took a seat, Twilight raising an eyebrow. "Anon, what's going on here? Why did you bring us here?"
>You sigh and take a seat in a lone chair in front of them.
"First, allow me to address Vinyl and Lyra with an apology - it's much-needed and well overdue. I'm sorry. Yesterday, I lied to you quite blatantly. You hit the nail on the head."
>Lyra and Vinyl's jaws dropped simultaneously as they stared at you, your hand going up to halt any interjections.
"Please, allow me to finish. I didn't lie for selfish reasons. There was someone I was protecting. I see now that I was going about it the wrong way. That's why... I want to atone."
>Twilight's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Anon, I understand what you mean now, and I get what you're insinuating, but... How -"
"I have very incriminating evidence that can, at the very least, twist the arms of a couple people involved with the enemy. It may be the first step to getting them to join our cause. There is one caveat... One of the people it targets is... your mother."
>Twilight took her turn to have her jaw drop. "ExCUSE me?!? And what evidence do you have against -
"Very good evidence, Twilight. Very good, high-resolution evidence that many boys around this school would LOVE to get their hands on. In the ballpark of about 20 or so pieces. They were planted in my locker yesterday, along with like evidence of Spitfire."
>Twilight immediately sat down, her face flush. Rainbow Dash was the next to speak. "Why am I here?"
"Because I need your physical prowess. This job can't get done without someone who can cover a lot of ground quickly, and likely hold her own in a fight."
>Rainbow Dash simply shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "This is a guy problem, I don't see why it involves me."
>You sigh and rub the bridge of your nose.
"So you're okay with this?"
>Rainbow Dash blinks. "Huh?"
>you stand up, looking her in the eye as you approach her.
"You're okay with what they're doing? These women imposing their power, waving promises of free scholarships and college recommendations in exchange for sex? You're okay with this? With our teachers doing this? With our PRINCIPAL AND VICE PRINCIPAL doing this?"
>Rainbow started looking uneasy as you approached her.
"You're okay with them putting guys like me through physical and mental rigors and traumas for their own basic satisfaction? You'd be satisfied sitting idly by knowing this was happening? I won't lie - I liked it at first, but things happened. Things that quickly made my conscience kick into FUCKING overdrive, and I feel like a piece of shit for letting it get this far."
>Rainbow Dash was sweating bullets as you stared her down, your voice a husky growl.
"I've done things, Rainbow Dash. Things that I am ashamed of, but I want to fix them. You were innocent up until now because you were oblivious to it, but now you know, and you can't give that knowledge back. So the question is; will you do something about it and be a part of the solution, or will you be as big a part of the problem as I first was by doing FUCK-ALL?"
>She groaned in defeat as she slammed a fist on the table in front of her. "Fine! Okay, you win! I'll do it."
"Good."
>Vinyl looked back at you. "So... You did this stuff... Banged Twilight's mom and Spitfire?"
>She was missing one, but you omitted her for now. They didn't need to know.
"That's right."
>Lyra chimed in next. "How exactly did this all happen?"
>You sigh and rub your jaw, struggling to accept that you need to tell them.
"... If I tell you, you can't tell anyone else - it stays between us four. Especially don't tell Octavia. I... I don't want to hurt her."
>Vinyl and Lyra raised an eyebrow at the last part, but nodded nonetheless. You sighed and took your seat the front again and told your story. You omitted anything involving Redheart, but you told them everything else - Velvet coming onto you, Spitfire and Cheerilee treating you differently the day after, Luna dropping hints that her and Celestia were also involved, sleeping with Spitfire after winning the dodgeball game...
>Then you got to the hard part to tell... the date with Octavia and sleeping with her afterwards... taking her virginity... all with the intent of throwing her off the trail of the group.
>Vinyl and Lyra looked furious, Vinyl raising her voice. "You son of a bitch! How dare you soil Octy like th -"
>She quickly silenced herself when she saw a tear hanging from your nose. you dried your face and looked up at them again.
"I know what I did was wrong... And you wanna know the worst part of it? The part that upset me the most?"
>They stayed silent and still as you quivered out a breath, trying not to cry anymore as you hung your head, their gazes making you sick to your stomach.
"... I think I genuinely cared for her. Do you know why I bought into this in the first place? Because I like older women. I'll admit it - I like how they look. I also know most girls my age don't take much interest in me - I mean look at me; I'm a shut-in nerd that has more interests than he does years on this Earth. But with Octavia... She has an old soul. She's young, but she has mannerisms and a temperance beyond her years. She trusted me to deflower her, and I conned my way to that point."
>You tried gulping down the knot in your throat as you continued.
"I know I can't take back what I did, and I know I won't get a second chance at it. But I at least want to make it right by bringing down the ones that pushed me to do it."
>You feel arms wrapping around you all of a sudden. You look up and see Twilight and Lyra hugging you, Lyra speaking up. "You've got our help, Anon. We'll assist you in any way we can."
>Vinyl was frowning, a sad look on her face. "While I don't like what you did... I can tell you're genuinely upset about it. You're okay in my book, I guess."
>You take a deep breath and nodded.
"Thank you. I won't be needing anything today - I intend to simply plan things out and set the pieces into place. But I'll keep you all updated."
>You pull out your phone and motion Vinyl and Dash towards you.
"I'll need your numbers so I can contact you. Keep your phones on you, and let me know if you hear anything."
>Everyone exchanged numbers before they left the music room. You stayed behind to take a deep breath. It's started. You were at war. Your enemy; an organization that manipulated you into an unspeakable act. Your goal; dismantle them by any means necessary.
>But today would go by as if nothing were happening - no cougar-fucking, no subterfuge - today, you were just an average student.
>You went through your classes as you normally did - bare minimum, gapping out when you were done. You spent the time zoning out creating your plan of action against the older women you intended to sabotage and force into disbandment.
>It would either be a short battle that would be very risky, or one that would stretch out - likely until graduation, which was still months off, were the latter the case. Either way, you needed to be prepared.
>When lunch came around, you chose a different spot to eat this time - under a tree near the back of the school. You didn't want to be disturbed.
>When you looked up from your sandwich, you saw one of the few people you didn't want to see that day - Octavia, beaming at you. "Anon, good afternoon! How are you?"
>The sinking feeling in your stomach came back. You ignored it and smiled at her.
"Wonderful. How about you?"
>She giggled and sat down beside you, her face carrying a very obvious flush. "I... I can't stop thinking about last night. You were amazing, Anon. I couldn't have asked for better."
>Oh goddamnit, you wished she would stop talking. The compliments you didn't mind, it was what they reminded you of - the events that led up to that intimate encounter.
"Oh stop, you're too kind."
>She shakes her head, her face still red as a rose as she gazes at you adoringly. "But it's true. I... I want to do it again, if it's okay."
>Say what?
"You mean like another date, or..."
>She giggles and leans in close, kissing your cheek before whispering softly in your ear. "Well, I don't think we'll be having any chardonnay, if you catch my drift..."
>Oh boy...
>You chuckled and grinned softly. You weren't obligated to Redheart anymore, so maybe you should try dating Octavia for real this time, and see how things go.
"Sounds good. When should I expect you over?"
>She bit her lip cutely as she looked over at you. "Maybe... half-past nine?"
>You chuckle and lean in to kiss her cheek, whispering softly.
"I'll be waiting with bells on."
>She smirked softly and returned the kiss to your lips before getting to her feet and walking away, her hips having a swivel to them that you hadn't noticed before now - and it was damn sexy.
>You returned to your lunch as you continued pondering your destruction of the cougar club, trying to go into every detail that you knew would be in your control.
>You spent lunch in silence until the bell prompted you to go to P.E. You decided to ignore the routine instead, ditching your remaining classes to make the necessary preparations.
>After sneaking off of campus, you head home to relax, trying to forget everything - constantly thinking and planning would give you wrinkles and high blood pressure.
>You stare at the ceiling, your mind wandering. You figured that if you weren't going to plan, you should ask yourself a question you've been avoiding; what is it you're hoping to get out of this?
>Specifically speaking, you've given yourself two paths that destroying the group would allow you - stay with Octavia, or run off with Redheart. Both sounded nice, in their own ways.
>On the one hand, you cared for Redheart. She was misunderstood, and you wanted to make sure that she was never alone again after this.
>On the other hand, however... You had the opportunity to be normal. Octavia gave you something Velvet and her gang had deprived you of since she had seduced you; a normal life as a normal person.You cared about Octavia, sure, but... not in quite the same way you did Redheart.
>Your sentiments for Octavia were more traditional - she was nice, cute, pleasant to talk to, and a great lay. Redheart, on the other hand, had something that transcended words... You were drawn to her despite what she put you through - forbidden fruit, maybe, but perhaps even without the taboo aspects to it, she did say she was willing to wait for you, and you returned the feelings.
>You only had one person to turn to in this situation. Redheart was gone, and you couldn't tell Octavia about this mess. Only one other person would understand - the one person whose known from the beginning.
>You whip out your phone and text Twilight.
'Come by my house after school - I need guidance from a friend.'
>You waited patiently, putting a song on your stereo to pass the time, simply looping it. [spoiler]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdPupUIncgc[/spoiler]
>You keep staring at your ceiling, struggling to keep your eyes open. You know if you close them, you'll fall right asleep since you were up all night after having sex with Octavia. You heard your phone buzz and checked it. Phone call. Caller ID was a random numb -
>Payphone? Redheart...
>You answer it eagerly. "Are you doing okay?"
>You hear her on the other end. "I'm fine. Are you okay? Haven't done anything too drastic, have you?"
>You smile with the knowledge that she's okay and sigh. "Yeah, nothing drastic. Yet, anyway. Just planning and recruiting. I need eyes and ears, and people who can get things done when things get set in motion."
>She chuckles softly. "Sounds like you. But you didn't answer my question. Are you okay?"
>You sigh and go silent. You didn't wanna tell her the truth. But you owed her that much - after all, you told her to drop everything and leave town on a moment's notice.
"No. Anything but. Honestly, I'm torn between you and Octavia - There's something between us that I can't quite put my finger on. But... Octavia's a sweet girl, and I don't wanna break her heart."
>Redheart sighed as well and gave a nigh-audible tsk before responding. "I understand how you feel. Everyone wants to fit in. I'd understand if you wanted something like that."
>Is that what it was? Fitting in? You never were one to shy away from standing out when it was necessary or when it suited you. But at the same time, you know that if you went with Redheart, you'd have to start over... there'd be no place for you here anymore.
"I think I know what I need to do... But I need a day to think it over. Call me tomorrow and I'll give you an answer."
>Redheart spoke back up. "Okay. Promise me one thing, though..."
"Yes?"
>You heard her take a deep breath on the other end before speaking. "Forget what I said before I left - no matter what you do, do what makes you happy, Anon. That's all I want for you. Even if i don't see you again, that's the last thing I'll ask of you; be happy."
>You nod, as if to yourself, and reply.
"I promise. I gotta go. Call me tomorrow - I may end up needing you."
>You said your goodbyes to Redheart before hanging up.
>No less than two minutes after, you hear a knock on the door. Must've been Twilight. You got up to answer it, and sure enough, there she was. "Everything okay, Anon?"
>You show her in.
"Please, come in. I need your guidance on... a very personal matter."
>She walks in and you guide her to your room, where she takes a seat in your computer chair while you sit on the bed. "So what did you need my guidance on? It must be bad if you're asking me over here."
"I didn't fully disclose everything in the music room today. I left a detail out, one that is vital but would have upset a lot of people."
>She nods, allowing you to continue.
>You tell her about Redheart - how she was a member of the group, and that she was an encounter you had between her mother and Spitfire. You told her about how you had fallen in love with her, and how she had helped you with the challenges - likely against the rules of the group.
>Then you got to the part that started to rattle her a bit - after your intimacy with Octavia and deciding to go through with the plan, you encouraged her to flee town and promised her you'd come back for her if you succeeded. "So... are you going to? I thought -"
"I know what I said in the music room - that I care about Octavia, and I do. But... I'm torn. This is obviously wrong, what I have with Redheart, but... Octavia's relationship with me is based off of a lie. I suppose what I'm asking you is this; should I pursue what I know is wrong, despite it making me happy and not harming anyone, or should I give into normalcy and forget Redheart, despite what I did to Octavia?"
>Twilight seems deep in thought, not too sure herself. It surprised you, honestly; even when something stumped you, Twilight was quick with an answer. After a minute of contemplation, she sighed and looked up at you. "Anon, I know this is gonna sound weird from me, but... You should honor your promise to Nurse Redheart."
>You blink and tilt your head at her, and she nods. "Yes, Octavia would be the clear choice - were these normal conditions. But I can tell you love Redheart. You've changed since even yesterday, Anon."
>You raise an eyebrow at her.
"I have?"
>She nods again and smiles. "You have a fire under you, a passion to see this through - like a warrior fighting for king and country - you'll do whatever it takes to end this."
>You chuckle and grin a little.
"I guess she rubbed off on me a little more than I thought she would. But if that's the case... I can't be around here anymore."
>Twilight blinked. "What? But Anon, what about the plan?"
"We're still taking down the group, and I'll be with Redheart. But once this is all said and done, there won't be a place for me or her around here anymore. I have my plan of action, and I know how to take them down. Once I get everything in order, I'll let you know."
>She simply looks at you in silence as you sigh and shake your head at yourself.
"I know this is a lot to ask, but... I'm entrusting you with this information. Nobody else can know. Not now, not when I'm gone. You'll know when I'm gone what happens, but... I'm leaving it up to you to keep up appearances. Promise me you can do that."
>Twilight sighs and gives you a light frown. "I'll do my best."
>You nod and smile gently.
"Thank you, Twi."
>She nods and stands up from the chair. "If that's all you needed, I need to get home and do homework."
>A thought comes to mind and you stop her.
"Twilight, one more thing."
>She stops and looks back. "Hm?"
"If you hear anything about a meeting - tell me immediately. Because of Redheart's disappearance, they're likely going to convene to figure out what to do. I need to be able to crash that meeting."
>She nods and leaves, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.
>Your plan was clear now - you can't leave any trace of this mess, and you were part of it. In order to make this disappear... you needed to go with it.
>You heard your phone buzz once again. You check it - a text from Octavia.
'I'm at the door, waiting to be swept off my feet.'
>This is it. One more night of normalcy before you abandon everything you knew. It's almost inconceivable when you try to comprehend that this all happened in a matter of days - from asking Twilight for help with math to abandoning your life as you know it to be on the run with your school nurse, who you were madly in love with.
>You push all of it to the back of your mind - you wanted to feel normal, if just for this one night. if just for this one moment with Octavia... that's all you wanted right now... Some facade of normalcy you can cling to before you fling yourself face-first into danger and the unknown.
>You get up and greet Octavia at the door. She's in her usual outfit, beaming at you. "Hey there, Anon.You look like you could use a pick-me-up."
>You smirk and pull her in, kissing her deeply on the lips before breaking away and whispering to her.
"Right now, all I want and need is you and your fine self on my bed."
>She grins and pulls you into your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed before pinning you down. "No being gentle this time, love - give me everything you have."
>You're not sure if someone laced your dick with some sort of narcotic while your slept, but everyone you fuck seems to always come back for more. Regardless, you oblige - just like a normal teenage boy would do - and pull her into another kiss as you unbutton her vest eagerly, the musician going immediately for your pants.
>You fling the vest aside and start undoing the buttons on her blouse, your pants finally getting undone to unleash your girth for Octavia to start stroking eagerly. "Mmmh, looks like someone's happy to see me..."
>You grin at her, the cellist sliding her blouse off as she slowly slides down your body, still stroking your length. "This looks like a fun instrument, but I Think it needs some... manual tuning before I attempt playing it."
>You shiver in anticipation as Octavia swallows your shaft whole, giving you full service with her mouth, making you moan as you claw at the bed.
"Oh fuck... That feels good...!"
>She grins as she continues, her hands massaging and groping the insides of your thighs as she worships your rod with her mouth, your head rolling back as you let yourself get lost in the sensations.
>You didn't even bother trying to keep track of time - you just knew that after some amount of time, Octavia pulled her mouth off of your length and turned her backside to you, showing you her hiked-up skirt and pulled-aside panties. "Care to return the favor, Anon...?"
>You licked your lips in anticipation and pulled her close, diving into her folds and licking at her lips eagerly, making Octavia moan hotly. You spread her lips open, revealing her pink innards to you for your tongue to lap up, making the cellist squirm against. "Nnngh, yes! Right there, Anon!"
>You keep working away at her inner walls, her lubricating moisture soon starting to ooze out to greet your tongue with it's mild taste.
>After some time of indulging in her womanhood, Octavia removed it from your mouth only to replace it with her own mouth, her nethers now rubbing against your own. "Mmmh, you seemed to be enjoying yourself, Anon. Do you like sampling my goods?"
>You chuckled and kissed her luscious lips passionately, breaking away just enough to whisper before pressing back into the kiss.
"I just love hearing those cute sounds you make when I do it."
>She blushes and grabs your rod to guide it into her moisture, both of you moaning lustfully into the other's mouth as she slides down onto your length, taking you down to the hilt before resting and reaching back to unhook her indigo bra, letting it unceremoniously fall away to reveal her breasts. "Much better. Now, let's make some beautiful music together, Anon."
>You smirk up at her as she starts bouncing up and down on your girth, making her moan hotly as she fondled herself.
>You rolled your head back and brought your hands to Octavia's hips, pulling her down onto you faster at the apex of her bounce. You also decided to thrust up as you brought her down, practically slamming your length into her with each thrust, making her gasp and cry and out with lust. "Oh yes! Just like that, Anon! Fuck me good!"
>You're not sure what happened to the gentle, sweet Octavia that brought you a picnic only yesterday, but that didn't matter right now. You kept slamming her down onto your rod, losing yourself to the ecstasy that tingled along your back with every stab back into her depths.
>You kept working away at her with your tool, the time slipping away like a torrent until you feel the familiar pressure building in your core.
"Octavia, I'm almost there."
>She grins and licks her lips. "Mmmh, did you wanna make a mess on my face again, Anon?" She sensually places her hand to her cheek and glides it down to her chest, groping her breast firmly. "Or maybe you want to see how I look with your hot, sticky goodness on my chest?"
>As much as you liked seeing Octavia with your load all over her face, you liked the idea of cumming on her tits even better.
"I'm all for trying new things."
>She giggles and winks at you, slowly pulling off of you before hovering her sopping nethers directly above you. "Then finish me off, hot stuff, and you can cum wherever you want on me."
>You dove into her lips without question, licking and sucking eagerly, making her moan hotly as she bucks against you. "Oh yes! Make me cum, Anon! Please, I need it so badly!"
>You continued feasting on her juices and folds, relishing her high, soft moans that escalated in pitch as she approached orgasm before finally peaking in a scream, her slit rewarding you with a flood of juices that you drink up eagerly as you stroke yourself in preparation.
>Once you had gotten your fill of her nectar, you poised yourself over her, stroking quickly as she fondled her orbs, licking her lips. "Give it to me, Anon."
>you keep stroking until you finally pop, your seed flying onto her breasts as she rubs it in slowly, moaning softly. "Mmmh, yes..."
>You finish shooting off after around fifteen seconds and lick your lips, looking down at Octavia as she gazes back up at you with lust in her eyes. "Did you enjoy that, Anon?"
>You grin and lean down to kiss her gently.
"Of course."
>You rested there with her for a few minutes before you went with her into the shower to wash off and partake in some post-coital making out. Once you were both clean, you saw her off as she was picked up and laid into bed to rest for tomorrow.
>As you were laying there, waiting for sleep to take you, your mind wanders back to something that occurred to you during your intimacy with the musician; almost every woman treated your groin as if it was laced with some sort of drug. Every woman... Except for Redheart.
>And that was the missing link. The thing you couldn't put your finger on this whole time about why you would be willing to burn every bridge you have to run away with her; she didn't want you just for the sex.
>Octavia even just wanted you for the sex. Sure, at first, it didn't seem that way - the picnic, the date - but now it's just devolved into sex for her too.
>There wasn't anymore doubt in your mind. You would disappear from here and be with the only person in this shitstorm you called your life nowadays that actually gave a damn about you and not what was dangling between your legs.
>What would happen after that... you didn't know. But you knew that right now, that was your goal.
>You drifted off to sleep, a grin on your face and your lidded eyes on one prize and one only.