Beth's Morning Routine

Waves of pleasure shot up Beth’s spine as John’s hands roughly kneaded her skirt clad ass while his mouth dominated hers. She gave as good as she got, pushing back against his lips while her hands pawed at his shirt.

Things shifted and suddenly it wasn’t John kissing her but Vivian; the redhead’s embrace was far softer than John’s, a contrast Beth hadn’t considered before but found very nice. Firm hands, John’s she dimly noted, were working the buttons of her school blouse, easily navigating between the two bodies of the girls to remove the stifling piece of clothing.

Another shift found Beth sat upon John’s lap, his cock nestled between her tight ass cheeks as he toyed with her tits, his hands easily encasing her small breasts in their entirety. His palms rubbed against her stiff pink nipples, sending jolts through her body. Vivian and Teri both knelt before her, their breath teasing her dripping cunt. The pair leaned closer, the goblin towards a quivering thigh and the redhead towards her honeypot.

The roar of a car jolted Beth awake, her body wrapped in a mess of blankets, dragon plushie held tightly in her arm and her oversized t-shirt clinging to her sheening skin. Her breath came in pants as her brain struggled to shift into waking thought. Lingering heat burned in her core, pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. After calming down slightly, she groaned and flipped herself over, burying her head into her pillow.

That proved a mistake as the added pressure to her wet dream stoked erogenous zones causing a wave of increased arousal to shoot through her. A moan escaped her lips followed by another groan as she flipped again to her back.

“Uhg, what the hell was that dream?” she asked, doing her best to refrain from thinking about its contents. Something that was hard to do, given the demanding call from the orgasm that was building up within it, leaving her body primed.

Simply waiting it out wasn’t something Beth was suited for, so she extracted herself from her covers and scurried out of her room, peeling off her shirt before she crossed the threshold. Her perky tits tingled with need in the open air and Beth let out a throaty moan. She wasted no time once she reached the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast before slipping out of her arousal dampened panties.

She stepped into the modest shower and let out a groan of satisfaction as the scalding water beat against her skin. That satisfaction was short-lived as her eroticly charged brain couldn’t help but note that one or two more people could fit in with her.

‘Jeez, why do I have sex on my mind?’ she grumbled as she stood under the spray, trying to avoid the obvious answer to the question. She didn’t want to ruin things with the others, especially after already having several strikes against her. And lusting over the two in a relationship, with a third person in the mix no less, was a recipe for disaster that even her socially challenged ass could grasp.

‘Maybe Teri’s open for something?’ she wondered, hands sliding to her breast and cunt to relieve her built up tension. Doing her best to focus on, as far as she knew, the unattached goblin, Beth let part of her dream return to her mind. As she played with her hot pussy, two fingers slipped into her tightness while imagining Teri before her, lips and tongue in place of her digits.

A small part of her felt a twinge of unease as her fantasy progressed, a speck of guilt at lusting over a friend. The way her life had gone, with an overprotective yet mostly absent sister, hadn’t made making those easy. Being surrounded by mundanes who couldn’t understand her issues had caused her to withdraw away from interacting with them, until she became known as that unfriendly girl. She also had to begrudgingly admit that her own brusque personality didn't help in that area.

That small part of her, as important as it was to maintaining her newfound relationships, was washed out by the primal need to cum and envisioning her cute goblin friend tending to her was too much of a temptation to avoid.

“Yes,” Beth whimpered as she plunged her fingers into her depths and pulled at her nipple, her eyes closed as she let her imagination flow. “Get that tongue in there, Teri. Uh, right there!”

With a flick of her clit, she came, her athletic body shuddering. She leaned back against the wall as she came down from her high, letting her hands hang limply at her sides as water cascaded over her, rivulets running down her pert breasts, subtle abs and toned legs.

“Man, don’t think it’s ever been that good,” she sighed, eyes closed in the afterglow. Her sexual apitite sated, her mind now drifted back to reality and she let out a heavy breath before finally reaching for the shampoo. Once she had a lather built up, she ran her sudsy fingers through her short hair, trying to figure out how to navigate her new found attractions.

‘John and Vi are out,’ she thought with a sour note. ‘They’re already with Aeolia and are somewhat too sweet about it. Hell, they’re probably why I’m a little wound up. Being all cute and stuff together. So I guess I have to see if Teri’s open for something, right? And if she isn’t, guess I’ll have to go looking. Really don’t think I could stand AoJoVi without something to go home to. That’s a terrible nickname for them but better than saying all three of their names.’

A few days prior, she wouldn’t have considered going out on the hunt for some kind of relationship. Casual sex wasn’t something that tickled her, not that she had prospects for such rendezvouses, given her lack of care towards the mundane population she was **** to mingle with. An issue that extended to the notion of long term commitment.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Beth finished cleaning herself and exited the shower. Once dry, she marched to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

“Let’s see, toaster pops or Lynn’s liquid pancakes?” she muttered, before picking the commercial option and popping them in the toaster. Pastry cooking, Beth made her way back to her room to dress. She threw open her drawers and, after a moment of searching, pulled out a pair of jean shorts. She slipped them on, catching sight of herself in her mirror. She admired her toned butt for a second before turning to her closet to retrieve a shirt. She pushed aside a green blouse with a frilly neckline, a gift from Lynn she refused to wear, and pulled out a simple gray tank top.

She slipped the shirt on, her midriff exposed slightly, and returned to the kitchen right as her breakfast popped out of the toaster. She quickly scarfed one down before checking the time on her phone.

‘How long did they go last night?’ she wondered, taking a bite of her second pastry, before pushing that thought to the side, not wanting to think about the actual deed. Instead she thought about how far Vivian’s place was from hers.

“Probably an hour and a half to run there, maybe?” she muttered through her breakfast, thinking about the distance. “I can do that without getting overheated. And I’ll just let them know I’m there when I’m outside.”

Feeling proud of herself over the plan, Beth finished her pastry, washed it down with a glass of orange juice and slipped her sneakers on. After making sure the lights were off, she exited the house. For a second, she basked in the warm morning light and took a few deep breaths before putting in a pair of earbuds.

Turning on some running music, a string quartet cover of System of a Down’s ‘Toxicity’ filled her ears. A sad smile crossed her face for a second before she began to stretch her legs. Once limbered up, Beth began to run. She paced herself, slowly picking up speed as she made her way down the streets. It didn’t take long for her to reach a brisk pace, the effort little more than what it took to just walk.

‘Yeah, I can hold this all the way,’ Beth thought as her song ended and was replaced with a more conventional piece of punk rock, drums beating hard. Feeling a bit emboldened by the heavy beat, Beth turned down a dumpster filled alleyway. Grinning and picking up some speed, she leapt atop one of the dumpsters and used it to jump to one along the opposite wall. She bounced between the zigzagging collection of dumpsters, the dull metallic bang marking each landing until she exited the alleyway.

Beth hit the normal street without breaking stride, feeling only the smallest flare of pain in her knees from the landing, which quickly faded away. She continued her race to Vivian’s, taking small detours that offered obstacles for her to navigate over or around. With those little detours, Beth’s estimation was slightly off, reaching Vivian’s street close to two hours after she left.

‘That should give them enough time to wake up,’ Beth thought as she paused near where Vivian parked her car. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and began to text Vivian.

Hey, decided to run over. Be there in a few.

Message sent, Beth walked towards Vivian’s building, letting her body cool down from her jaunt over. The desire for water slightly burned in her throat and she kicked herself for not bringing any.

‘Dumb move there,’ she berated herself as she neared Vivian’s. ‘At least I can bum a drink off Vivian.’

She glanced at her phone, finding it odd that Vivian hadn’t responded yet.

‘They aren’t still sleeping, are they?’ she wondered. ‘Maybe I should shoot John the same text, just in case.’

Beth sent him the same message and turned down the adjoining alleyway, waiting for a reply before going in. A few minutes passed with no incoming texts, causing a knot of worry to build up. She reached out to the edge of the Barrier with her mind’s eye, examining it for any sign of foul play. Her innate lack of skill here left her with no answer; the Barrier felt the same as it had last night as far as she could tell.

She looked down at her phone once more, still no reply to either of her messages.

‘Shit, did we get found out by those blood guys?’ Beth thought, panic starting to rise. She was torn on what to do for a moment, self-preservation instinct telling her to run while her newfound bonds urged her to fight for her friends.

‘I can’t just walk away from this,’ she thought, her free hand curling into a fist. ‘These guys let me in when I started off as a bitch to them. And I can’t spit on Mom and Dad’s legacy by being a coward. Okay, slip in quietly, figure out what’s going on. Maybe I can grab one of the weapons if John left them lying around.’

Resolve steeled, Beth focused her magic at the Barrier’s edge and shifted inside. She appeared right inside the doorway, the domicile quiet. Nothing appeared out of place and Beth crept slowly forward. Keeping her ears strained for any sound, she made her way deeper into Vivian’s home-slash-business. She reached the kitchen, finding a number of random bits of junk, some Beth recognised as the loot they won yesterday. Most importantly, she saw one of the whips.

She quickly dashed into the room and picked up the weapon before returning to the hall. A soft thud drew her attention and Beth looked down to where it came from. She crept towards the noise when a door flew open and a flustered Vivian rushed out into the hall, letting it close behind her.

“Oh good, you’re not hurt,” Beth sighed in relief, tension leaving her body.

If the redhead was going to say something, Beth’s remark stole it from her. Instead, Vivian blinked in confusion and said, “What?”

Beth drew closer and said, “Well, I sent you and John some texts, but you guys didn’t answer, so I thought something bad might have happened.”

Now that she was close, Beth noticed something off about Vivian. Her face was flushed and she looked nervous, eyes unwilling to meet hers. Then she noticed the redhead’s t-shirt was both backwards and inside out, and her still sexually charged mind easily put two and two together.

Beth pushed down the small pang of longing and instead **** a sly smile onto her face.

“But I think I get why you guys were distracted,” she teased, causing Vivian’s blush to grow.

“W-well, um,” the redhead tried to explain. “One thing led to another and…”

“A bit rude to call me a thing,” Senka’s amused voice sounded from the opposite side of the door before the spirit opened it. Any remark Beth could have made died on her lips when she saw Senka in her full glory, a white liquid slowly dripping down between her tits. Vivian turned back and immediately went wide eyed.

“W-what are you doing!?” she half shouted.

“Being upfront,” Senka replied.

“More like full frontal,” Aeolia commented from inside the room, out of Beth’s line of sight.

“You’re not helping,” Vivian called to her.

While Vivian tried to usher the nude spirit back into the room, Senka met Beth’s eyes, smiling as she let the redhead **** her back into the room. Beth blinked owlishly as thoughts began to race in her head, the possibilities she’d pushed aside now back on the table with this revelation.

Vivian turned around with a whirl, an apologetic look on her red face.

“So, um, we’ll be ready in a few minutes,” Vivian muttered. “You can help yourself to something to eat and drink. Sorry about all this.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” Beth said with a wave of her hand. “I’ll take you up on the offer of a drink. See you guys in the kitchen?”

Vivian nodded and hurriedly rushed back into her room, shutting the door with a bit more **** than necessary. Beth turned back to the kitchen, her thoughts occupied with Senka’s smile and if this change in her friends’ relationship meant she had a chance to find a place within it.

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