Secret Girlfriends

Tori grabbed the front of my shirt again, and she pressed her lips against mine. Her kiss was rough and messy like an animal. This was rather common among futanari, their acts of coitus rough and hard and doped on passion. I kissed back, my tongue slowly dancing with hers. My hands rested on her stomach, feeling the muscles under the skin.

She tasted my strawberry lipgloss as she broke the kiss. Her gaze to me was lust-filled, but also... with care.

"Why even wear the uniform, baby?" She asked me, feeling her hands brush against my back. "It's just a curtain hiding that gorgeous ass of yours."

She slapped one of my cheeks and gave it a squeeze. I squeaked a little in surprise.

"I don't know if you deserve it," I responded to her statement. "I don't appreciate how you treated Dee."

"Oh come on, baby. She kept staring at me. You know how I h-hate it when people stare at me like that," said Tori, briefly giving a pained wince.

Some would think of the way she pronounced some of her words were signs of an unhinged psychopath. I, however, have been with Tori long enough to know that it was actually a nervous stutter. Despite her accomplishments, Tori was rather shy at being the center of attention, usually responding with acts of ****, sex and violent sex.

"She probably just likes your body," I responded, feeling up more of her abs. "I know I do."

"You're too good to me baby," as she kissed me again.

Tori and I fucking in the janitor's closet was not something that would get everybody's attention. However, if anyone ever found out that we were actually girlfriends, Hell would probably freeze over.

Tori was a jock, a tough chick that chewed nails and spit screws. She was also a bully that **** nerds, punched dents into lockers and probably threatened a teacher or two with threats of ****. I was Zoe, neither popular, nor unpopular. The red-head that blended in your average public school. What's worse was that Kate, my best friend, was Tori's mortal enemy. How would I be able to tell her?