Debbie stares up at you, silently begging you to resist, and your heart nearly breaks at the need in her eyes, but then you think of her using you to get over on the others, to get out from under the rest of them at your expense. Would she have gone right to them and told them about how she fucked the coach? By the time Jess gives the shirt slung under your chin a warning tug, your mind has made itself up. You smile sweetly down at Debbie and fold like a lawn chair. Locking your eyes to The young girl's, you slowly turn your head into Jessica's leg, brushing your lips along the inside of her thigh. “May I please lick your pussy, Miss Jess?” You ask as Debbie's face falls.
Jessica pats you on the head like you're a child yourself, and you can hear the triumph in her smile as she answers “When I decide you've earned it, Perv.” She snaps your improvised leash tighter, yanking your head back and making you gasp as she slides down beside you, her other hand finds your breast and squeezes with a touch considerably rougher than Debbie's. You catch the barest glimpse of her smug grin swooping towards you before she jams her tongue in your mouth.
You moan into the kiss, squirming against her as The teenager laughs into your mouth, rubbing herself against you. Your decision made, you relax into her grasp with a rising trill of excitement running through you as your mind flips through the ways Jess is likely to cement her control over you with something approaching eagerness.
The girl breaks the kiss and winks at Erin before staring mockingly into your eyes. “Fuck, she wants it so bad. I probably could have just walked up and taken the bitch the first day I laid eyes on her.” Her next words are lost in a huge splash and you flinch as Debbie, squatting forgotten between your legs surges up with a wordless roar and slams into Jessica, knocking her from your side.
The two girls roll across the floor, scrabbling at each other until they become entangled in a towel rack. Separating, they come to their knees, glaring at each other. “She's mine, you greedy bitch!” shrieks Debbie, panting heavily. Jess only laughs. “She seems to think otherwise. You sure you want to do this, Towel Girl? You do remember what happened last time you tried to step up, right? You remember this on your face while you beg for air?” she taunts, half turning and wiggling her ass at the younger girl.
Debbie blushes and pauses for the briefest of instants before snarling “Yeah, I remember last time, and you'll never forget this time. I'm going to pin you down, tie you up and work you 'til you cry if you don't go home right fucking now, Jess. I mean it.” Jessica sees the serious look in Debbie's eyes, realizing how much firmer the kid's sleek muscles are than they were last year, and has a brief moment of doubt before her natural cockiness reasserts itself. “You'll try, Towel Girl. I think I'm going to have your ass this time. Or maybe I'll make you quit the team so I don't have to explain to the guys why we let little boys in the pool.”
“Don't. Call. Me. Towel Girl.” Snarls Debbie flatly as she lunges across the distance between them. While you and Erin look on, unable to even breathe as the two girls come together, pawing at each other and rolling across the floor. Again, you're reduced to being a prize. A thing to be claimed, paraded around and used. The thought sets your heart racing, and you're not even sure who you want to win. |