Victoria puts on a show

Vicky stepped back from the bed. No one had ever looked at her the way Ashley and Kurt did, with something dark and wolfish in their eyes. They'd devour her if she let them.

Oh God, she thought as she reached behind her neck, am I gonna let them.

The borrowed swimsuit, Ashley's legendary maneater, was a royal blue one-piece. It plunged to Vicky's stomach in the front, and a ruffle climbed upwards to create a “collar” around her neck. The suit was pulled taut over her chest, and her small but stiff nipples had started to hurt from their confinement.

She tucked her head under the collar and shimmied out of it, and she covered her breasts with one arm before they could get a peak. She blew a kiss at Ashley, who moaned and ground herself against Kurt. Despite still being balls deep inside her, he seemed not to notice her.

Is this what it's like, being a cheerleader? She knew why the bad boys had always gravitated towards her: blonde hair, round butt, long legs. It wasn't her so much as that mythical creature she represented, The Girl Next Door, and she'd always accepted that before. Dogs chase cars. Boys chase girls.

Vicky spun on one foot and bent forward, to appreciative groans from her audience.

The swimsuit was backless, and on Ashley, it had flattered her curves without leaving the realm of good taste, but on Vicky, it would get men (And apparently women!) to wonder how good she tasted. As she rolled it past her hips, the lines of her back flared outwards into gravity-defying curves, two planets that dicks could not help but orbit.

“Damn,” Kurt whispered.

“Damn,” Ashley agreed.

Vicky blushed at their praise. She bounced on her heels, jiggling her ass and laughing as her audiences' eyes followed it. Until now she'd always been the one being chased, not one to flirt but to be flirted with. That's all there was to the jerks in her past. It felt good to feel wanted, they knew how to give her that feeling, and then they made her want them.

Here, though? Here she could turn it back on them. It was time to make the bad boy want her.

“You like what you see?” She turned, showing off her aroused nakedness for the first time in her life. A blonde airstrip pointed to her smooth lips. Wetness dripped from them onto the lost swimsuit.

Oh my God. Kurt's cock was killing him. He needed to cum, and he knew where he'd do it. An ass like that deserves nothing less than a face to sit on.

“An ass like that deserves nothing less than a face to sit on,” he declared.

“And I volunteer!”

Ashley launched off of Kurt and wrapped her arms around Vicky's waist. Ashley guided her friend across the room until, with a squeal of delight, they both fell onto Vicky's bed. Fingers and tongues danced across skin.

“Hey!”

The two girls disengaged long enough to see Kurt hadn't moved. He pointed at his own furious-looking crotch.

“What the fuck?!”