Feels So Wrong, Yet So Right

Lauren stood alone on the balcony, towering hundreds of feet over the rest of the island. As a kid, when she was up on the higher floors of a tall building, she used to feel like she was on top of the world, as if nothing could go wrong for her, everything below her was her oyster.

Now, standing here on the outside of the most luxurious room she could've dreamt of, she couldn't possibly feel any smaller.

Turner had just wanted to help her, like any good man was. He was concerned about her, so he had gone out to ask her about it. And what did she do with his pure intentions?

Straight up shut them down like he was her ex-boyfriend.

Even after she had shut him down harshly, after she had put him down for no fault of his own, what did she continue to do to the poor boy?

She continued to lash out at him as if doing so made her the bigger person in the relationship.

It was a strange song and dance that Lauren had played for the last several years of her life. She'd witnessed her ex-boyfriend do many of these things. Whenever he would come home complaining about God knows what, she'd always be there at his beck and call to tend to his many desires. Whether that meant making him dinner even though she didn't know how to cook, if it meant giving him a foot massage even though she found the sight of his feet repulsive, if it meant just going and sitting somewhere else even though she craved the validation and attention of another person in her life, she was ready to cater to his needs.

Meanwhile, here was Turner. She'd been a bit standoffish throughout the night, and she began blaming her ex-boyfriend for that behavior, but realized she couldn't blame him for everything. After loosening up and beginning to enjoy the night a little bit, something had clicked in her brain. It wasn't the normal click that happened when she figured out something, it was more akin to what she'd felt after a transformation inflicted on her by Kendra. Because of that, though, she'd gotten a bit more argumentative. A bit more miffed. A bit easier to set off. And the care that Turner had shown to come out and ask if she was okay was what set off the firecracker inside.

She couldn't go back into the room. After that? She would rather be eliminated from this show than face the person she'd just spent a solid minute or two yelling at for basically nothing. It would be beyond mortifying to crawl back into that room like a kid who'd just been reprimanded. She knew what she did was wrong. She knew he was aware what she did was wrong. But she didn't want to face the music that would come with that.

That would be too much interaction for her.

So here she was, stuck out on the balcony, her skin being kissed by the gentle ocean breeze rustling through as the night grew darker. With her luck, Kendra would make her appearance soon and tell her to get in the room or face some sort of punishment transformation.

But again, that honestly might be better than going back in that dreaded room.

How was she going to leave in the morning? Would she just wait until he fell asleep and then quickly run out into the lobby of the hotel? He would probably notice, right? It would feel so stupid to do that too.

Her perfect night, which she had help with thanks to the grace of Charlotte taking on the brunt of her arousal, had been ruined by her.

She could only hope that Charlotte was faring better than she currently was.

As Paige and Charlotte's lips made contact, Charlotte's eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a contented sigh, relaxing into the kiss. Paige, on the other hand, felt this was somewhat unnatural despite being the one "in charge", her hands hovering uncertainly around Charlotte's waist. She seemed to be waiting for some sort of cue, or perhaps searching for a way to gauge Charlotte's reaction. The kiss itself was awkward, with Paige's lips pressing too hard against Charlotte's, and her tongue darting in and out unnaturally, searching for another reaction from the former cheerleader.

Paige's grip on Charlotte's waist tightened slightly, as if seeking reassurance, as she continued to kiss Charlotte with the same staccato rhythm. Charlotte, for her part, seemed to be enjoying the kiss, her body leaning into Paige's, her breathing becoming slightly ragged.

After what felt like an eternity, but was in reality only a few moments, Paige pulled away, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. Charlotte, too, looked slightly dazed, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

As the two breathed heavily and Paige pondered her next move, Charlotte's eyes were still fixated on the other girl's lips. The air became thick with tension, not that Charlotte minded, as Paige silently urged her partner for an answer, confirmation, telling her she was horrible, anything to break the silence in the air.

"Not-" Charlotte began.

"So how was-" Paige began talking at the exact same time, stopping herself once her brain registered that she was talking over the very confirmation she wished.

"That was-" Charlotte tried again.

"Sorry, I-" Paige unintentionally interrupted again, smacking her forehead with her palm as if to get her brain working again. "Sorry, I don't know why I interrupted you, you go ahead."

"No, I was just gonna say, that wasn't half bad," Charlotte finally finished, her eyes drifting away from Paige's lips and up to her eyes, where Paige could see the soft smile spreading across her lips.

As Charlotte's words sat there, unanswered, Paige's face contorted, her eyes lighting up with a mix of relief and a little bit of excitement. Her lips curled into a tentative smile, as if testing the waters. The air between them seemed to vibrate with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the sound of their synchronized breathing.

Paige's gaze, still locked onto Charlotte's, searched for any sign of insincerity, but all she saw was a genuine, soft smile. The tension in her shoulders began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of wonder. She took a small step closer, her hands still hovering around Charlotte's waist, as if seeking permission to touch.

And boy did Charlotte give her that permission.

Charlotte leaned in closer to Paige, her hands reaching out to rest on the other girl's hips. Paige's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of Charlotte's touch, and she couldn't help but lean in closer. Charlotte, sensing Paige's hesitation and eager to keep this show moving, took the lead once again, pressing her lips to Paige's in a kiss less tender and exploratory, but more ravenous and fiery.

This time, Paige responded immediately, her lips moving with Charlotte's as her hands came to rest on Charlotte's waist. Charlotte responded in tandem by wrapping her arms around Paige's neck to deepen the kiss.

As their lips moved in perfect sync, the room around them melted away, leaving only the wet sounds of a quickly progressing makeout session and the soft rustle of their clothes. Paige's hands, still resting on Charlotte's waist, began to tentatively explore the contours of her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the dip of her lower back. Charlotte, sensing her touch, leaned in closer, her arms tightening around Paige's neck as she deepened the kiss.

The air continued to grow heavier with tension, the silence between them punctuated only by the soft gasps and murmurs of pleasure. Paige's fingers, now more confident, began to dance across Charlotte's skin, sending shivers down her spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. The gentle, but electric touch of Paige causes Charlotte to all but squeal in excitement and pleasure as she laced her fingers in the other girl's hair.

The soft gasps and murmurs of pleasure began to escalate from both sides, their breath slowly growing ragged as they surrendered to the lust. Paige's dancing fingers found their new resting spot, tantalizingly playing with the waistband of Charlotte's shorts before dipping beneath to trace her hips.

It took all the willpower Charlotte could muster to momentarily break away from the electric kiss, but she managed to squeak out "More" before they crashed into one another again.

Paige's hands continued to roam, leaving the soft confines of Charlotte's shorts before swiftly traveling underneath the shirt she was wearing, tracing her spine before landing on the bra clasp in the back. As her fingers hovered over the metal, Charlotte arched her back in anticipation, pushing her tits out towards the other girl. Paige's hands hesitated for a moment, either out of reluctanc or teasing, before deftly unhooking the clasp. Charlotte moved her hands out of Paige's hair in order to all but rip her shirt off, both garments falling beside the pair.

Paige's eyes widened, drinking in the sight of Charlotte's naked torso, her perfect breasts heaving as Charlotte tried her best to catch her breath. She had never thought she would be this aroused from another girl, but then again, she had never tried before. Her hands were still resting on Charlotte's back where the metal clasp was, unsure where to land with this new sight before her. Mercifully, Charlotte maneuvered Paige's hands to cup her tits, who started to knead and massage them lightly. Charlotte tilted her head back, willingly surrendering to the touch and gasping loudly.

As Paige's hands continued their gentle **** on Charlotte's breasts, the latter's gasps increased in frequency and volume until she was loudly moaning, filling the otherwise silent room with sounds of ecstasy. The sensation was almost too much for the former cheerleader to bear, as her eyes continued to flutter open and shut, trembling with pleasure.

More. She wanted more.

Paige's thumbs moved to circle Charlotte's erect nipples, the touch sending even greater shivers down Charlotte's spine as she melted into her touch, pushing her tits deeper into Paige's hands. Her brain stopped being able of processing the immense pleasure being brought to her, her mouth and vocal cords only able to gasp out "yes" over and over, barely audible.

Charlotte's eyes, opening firmly for the first time in a while, locked onto Paige's face, which was the paragon of concentration, working hard to bring Charlotte to the edge. As much as this was pushing her to the brink, she knew she wouldn't be able to find release with just her breasts, so Charlotte once again mustered up the willpower to tear one of Paige's hands away from her chest, trailing it lower into the front of her unzipped shorts before releasing it and leaving her to her own devices as Charlotte leaned back in to kiss Paige.

The older girl's hand hesitated for only a second at the waistband this time, tracing the edge of the fabric before diving in and brushing the lace of Charlotte's panties. She let out a deep moan into Paige's mouth as her hips bucked towards her touch, **** for more. Paige's eyes glimmered mischievously as she continued to trace light circles around the band of her panties, tantalizingly moving closer to the delta between her legs. As her fingers denied Charlotte the release she so very craved, the younger girl continued to buck and squirm, **** for more contact. Paige's mouth, still locked onto Charlotte's, swallowed her frenzied moans, the vibrations of her own moderate pleasure mixing with Charlotte's and making the room continue to sound erotic.

Her index finger, seemingly of its own accord, slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the bare skin inside. Charlotte all but wanted to take control of Paige's teasing fingers and bring about her release, but she miraculously held back, waiting in frantic anticipation.

A warm, damp heat enveloped Paige's index finger as it reached its target destination, exploring the soft, delicate skin of Charlotte's pussy, leading to Charlotte's aroused gasps and moans nearing their climax. As her index finger delved deeper, the **** cheerleader bucked her hips in a bid for release, all but outright asking Paige to end the torment. The heat intensified as the tremors of Charlotte's inner muscle continued to grow, constricting and relaxing to try and bring release to the moaning young girl. As Charlotte's pleasure crescendoed, Paige resumed massaging Charlotte's breast with her free hand, once again tracing circles around her nipple.

Paige brought another finger into the fray, meeting up with her index in order to bring Charlotte to orgasm. Paige's eyes never left her new lover, watching her breasts heave under her massaging, her hips jerking in response to her touch, her face contorting into a myriad of pleasured faces as she could only communicate with gasps. Paige's fingers began to slide in and out, building a rhythmic motion as her other hand lightly pinched Charlotte's nipple.

And that was what did it for Charlotte as her body spasmed in orgasm. Her eyes flew open, locking onto Paige's entranced gaze with a mix of relief and ecstasy. Her mouth, still gasping for air amidst the constant moaning, formed an "O" shape as she squealed the loudest she could remember. Paige's fingers began slowing their rhythm, letting Charlotte ride out the highs of pleasure. Charlotte's face contorted with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat.

Groped Another Harem Member's Breasts: +3 VP!
Flashed Breasts to Another Harem Member: +3 VP!
Sex With Another Harem Member: +12 VP!

Neither girl spoke for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of the shared experience they just had. Paige, feeling the moment fade after a short while, was the first to speak up. Her voice was husky, but she managed to eke out a soft "You okay?"

Charlotte's gaze, unfocused as it was, turned back towards Paige's. A sweet smile spread across her face as she nodded, her breasts still rising and falling with ragged breaths. Paige gently withdrew her fingers and brushed a strand of sweat-drenched hair behind Charlotte's ear with her other hand. As her hand withdrew, she lingered, almost **** to break the connection. The soft hum of Charlotte breathing was the only sound in the room, its soothing and content sound a great dichotomy from the frantic and frenzied energy she had been running around the island with earlier in the day. Paige looked once more at her new lover's peaceful face as Charlotte's eyes slowly shut, exhausted. Her serene beauty caused a smile to form on Paige's face as she stood up to leave.

The soft creak of the floorboards as Paige's feet landed on it broke the otherwise peaceful silence, though it didn't disturb the younger girl's slumber. As Paige's hand reached the cold metal of the doorknob, she looked once more over at Charlotte, splayed out across the bed and beginning to snore. Smiling like a fool, she opened the door and left the bungalow, the cool salty air meeting her skin.

As she walked back to her own room with her head held high and spirits lifted, her mind began to wander. She had brought Charlotte back under false pretenses, taken the moment away from Sara, but she felt incredibly peaceful about the whole ordeal. The fervor with which Charlotte followed her advances was endearing in a way.

"If she had done that with Sara, I can only imagine her head would've exploded from romantic overload," Paige mused.

"Hey," a low voice said. Turning her head to meet the source of said low voice, Paige's eyes landed on Kathryn. "You're looking awfully...optimistic."

"Am I?" Paige played coy.

"I know what you did with Charlotte," the analyst's eyes narrowed. "Well, not what you did, but it's pretty easy for my mind to connect the dots."

"And?" Paige prodded, not wanting to give anything away.

"Just answer me this," Kathryn sighed. "You didn't do anything she didn't want you to, right? And I'm not talking like lust-drunk consent either, that doesn't count. I've been able to piece together how that sort of consent flew with Turner back in high school."

Kathryn bringing up Turner was an unwelcome splash of cold water on the night Paige was enjoying, so she responded with a bit more bite than she had meant to. "No, in fact, I am capable of being a decent human being once in a while and listening to other people's needs, which is more than it seems like you were doing with all your chasing her around the island I heard about."

Kathryn stepped back, clearly stunned by Paige's response. "Well...well okay then," she stuttered as she stepped aside for Paige to continue down the path.

"Serves her right," Paige pridefully thought after besting who many considered the smartest person on the island.

After a short jaunt, she quietly opened the door to her and Becca's house, smirking down at the sleeping redhead knowingly.

"She clearly doesn't have the resolve it takes to play the game well," Paige once again thought.

But why, when it was just a game move, did she feel so wrong saying that? Her transaction with Charlotte was just that, a transaction, both of them gaining a hefty sum of victory points, but it sure didn't feel like that to Paige.

"What the hell is going on with me?" she wondered as she fell asleep.

"Hey you," Sara cheerfully said as Kathryn came inside.

"Hey," Kathryn repeated. "What's going on with you?"

"Eh, not much," Sara shrugged. "I was talking with Charlotte earlier but then Paige came and stole her away. Said it was some sort of business with Turner? I don't really know, I feel like Charlotte wouldn't be the best person to talk to about that sort of thing, but I can understand her hesitance if the other options were people like Becca, Lana, or Abby."

"Oh, Paige took Charlotte away, did she?" Kathryn mused. "That's...interesting."

"Interesting how?" Sara looked quizzically up at the other girl, searching for answers on why the girl on her lap had just decided to leave before things between the two of them progressed.

"I saw Paige leaving Charlotte's a few minutes ago," Kathryn revealed. "Ran into her on the boardwalk after spending time on the beach with Emma and Abby."

"Oh, that's where you were," Sara neutrally responded. "Did Paige say anything to you?"

"No, not really," Kathryn lied, which she found surprisingly easy given her transformation. "We just said hi to each other and moved along with our days."

"Oh," Sara sounded a bit dejected. "So you didn't figure out what she was doing with Paige?"

"Not really," Kathryn admitted. "Although I have a pretty good guess, given that Paige is a manipulative bitch sometimes and Charlotte was a horny fool running around the island. Put those together and it's not a great combination."

"Yeah..." Sara looked down at the floor, almost disappointed. "Well, at least it might be out of her system now for her date night with Turner."

Kathryn completely missed the sad tone in Sara's voice and her general negative demeanor as she responded "Yeah, she definitely dodged a bullet there."