[RA] Simply the Best

Why did I agree to this? I got my orgasm out of it, what possessed me to agree to more? I sit with Trish in the canteen, apparently she's excited this morning and 'couldn't wait to get into school.' Fuck I don't know how to pleasure women, we're both going to end up disappointed.

"When did you get here?" A French voice sings. And now I feel sick as Elise and Scarlet take their seats. Man, the glow on their faces tell me they clearly had a full night. That doesn't make me feel better.

"This one here's not used to waking up after a late night apparently." Trish lies. Well, at least she's committed to the cover, best she stays that way, for both our sakes.

"Oh God..." Scarlet nearly screams. Fuck. She's figured it out. What? Did I miss something?

"How drunk did you get?" She asks.

I forgot my sister is a fucking dunce.

"I... That's not important..." I nearly stutter, just roll with it. "I just couldn't stand Minnie's 'Stepford Wife' routine, it was so fake, what, she got pregnant and now she's the perfect housewife? Bullshit, wound me up." See, not lying, just omitting the circle-shlick, that's fine, the world's have been pretending girls don't masturbate for centuries. I'm just following tradition.

"She called me, begging for a rescue, so we hung out at my den until she had the guts to go home." Trish begins. I'm not certain as to why, seeing as they didn't ask. "I say den, it's a storage space for excess stock at work, I set up a couple of sofas and a mini fridge in there, I use it on my breaks." Yeah, that was the bit to highlight. Why did I get left with the idiot for a fuck buddy?

"Not like I could come home and listen to you two going at it." I immediately follow up. I need to distract attention, how about Elise's new neckwear that she thinks I didn't notice? "Nice choker, by the way, very subtle, looks exactly like one that's been sat of Scarlet's desk for years."

"No way!" Trish exclaims. Oh come on, we both knew they banged. Us having not realised it would be the suspicious thing "Wow, that was fast! Wait... How did I end up being the last virgin?" Fucking Hell Trish, don't draw more attention to your vagina, I'm trying to lay low here.

"Maybe it's your seduction technique, doesn't seem to be working." I warn her

"Ahh, well, what would work on you?" Trish answers, resting her head on her hands sweetly.

I'm going to slap this bitch. And she's probably going to like it.

"I'm sure you'll think of something." I dismiss Trish's answer. "Besides, we haven't made Scarlet nearly uncomfortable enough!" I add, indicating to change the topic.

"True!" Trish agrees. "So, who came first? Which one of you was hairier? And who made the first move anyway?" She redirects her attention to endlessly asking the happy couple so many questions that they don't have time to answer "Never mind, I'll **** you in Drama!" Trish decides as the bell begins.

I'm fucking out of here. Me and Trish are going to have a serious chat later.

*

I step out of my taxi and head through the alley behind Honey's to the den. Trish better have a damn good reason why she left school without telling me. I shaved my legs and put on decent underwear, I'm not interested in her nervous bullshit. As I suspected, the door to her den is unlocked. I open the door and immediately spot Trish on the sofa. Yeah, couldn't have given me a lift, she's clearly so busy.

"So, I'm giving you five fucking seconds to explain why you didn't return my texts, kind of a dick move, don't you think?" I demand loudly, shutting the door behind me. No answer, does she think I'm joking? "Four, Three-"

"Jenny's back. Turned up in Drama." She replies. Jenny? As in psychopath Jenny?

"What? What happened? Is Scarlet okay?" I ask. I thought she was done. Case closed. This doesn't make sense.

Trish takes a swig of her beer. "Yeah, she's okay, last I saw her she was going to meet Elise." She confirms. Well, that's one thing I can relax about, Elise isn't exactly a genius, but Scarlet's always happy when she's around. "Sorry for going dark, just wanted to give it some thought. Jenny looked like a corpse, she always had problems, but she was passionate, spirited... Now she just seems empty." Trish continues.

Damn it, I came here to get fucked, not fucked off. "Well, if you take all the bad out of someone with nothing else, that'll happen. Who knows? Maybe she'll fill the void with something positive." I try to reassure her.

Trish looks at me with surprise. "Are you... Making me feel better?" She smirks. Right, because I'm usually such a monster! "I'll deal with Jenny, but you... Are you admitting you actually care if I'm okay." Fuck you. I'm allowed to care about people in my life.

"I just don't want to sit on a crying face, speaking of, business?" I remind her. Trish's reaction is one of surprise again.

"You still want to do that? Not worried I'm too emotional or something?" She asks sarcastically.

Yeah, she seems so torn up right now, how could my morality survive? "Ground Rules." I state, ignoring her stupid question. "One, this is sex, we're not a couple, no holding hands, no emotions, if you ask me to be your girlfriend, you will never see me naked again. We are friends who fuck, that's it, clear?"

"Wasn't really planning on us being a couple, so, agreed." Trish nods.

Well, that's the big one... I kinda thought there was a chance she was secretly holding out hope to turn me... That's actually pretty reassuring.

"Two, no one else knows, we don't tell anyone, it's no one's business but ours, this goes to our graves." I command. "Third, if we start seeing anyone else, we stop doing it, last thing I need is some jealous bitch scratching my eyes out." I add.

"Wait, so does that mean this isn't a one time thing? Should I book a regular appointment?" She smirks. I didn't say that... Okay, I guess I said that...

"I'm not putting it past you to fuck up your first attempt, science demands reliable results." I bullshit. Truth is I'm horny as fuck and she's my only option for physical intimacy, I intend to get my time's worth.

"Alright, anything else?" Trish asks. I shake my head, unsure as to how actually to start. "Well, how about limits? Anything you don't like I should avoid doing?"

I... Wasn't expecting that question. How am I meant to know what I like with a woman? I barely know what I like with men. And 'Don't come in my eye' doesn't feel applicable here.

"I... Will tell you if I don't like anything." I answer vaguely. "Until then, you're free to try anything." I add, as Trish stands up... Wow, was she always so tall? I feel short, and there's no way we could have sex with this height difference, I'll just-

Trish's lips land on mine. They're so soft, like being kissed by a cloud. That's... Different.

"I... I didn't say you could kiss me." I tell her, as we pull apart, her arms holding my waist.

Trish's eyes widen as she bites her lip. "Oh, I'm going to do more than kiss you." She answers. And with that she buries her teeth into my neck. Oh, fuck yes. This is more like it. Bite me. I grab her and push her backwards onto the sofa. I kick off my shoes, pull off my skirt, and throw off my polo shirt, before leaping onto her lap and biting into her myself. I don't want to have sex. I want to fuck.

I feel Trish unhook my bra, and I yank it off, before grabbing her head and forcing her mouth onto my right nipple. Fuck, turns out girls know how to suck tits. Trish's mouth feels like a salve on my breast, leaving only pure pleasure. I grab her polo shirt and pull it over her head, temporarily breaking the connection between her mouth and my chest. I use the time to unhook her bra as well, before replacing her mouth on my left nipple.

"Fucking bite me, bitch." I moan as her teeth bite down on my areola. I feel her hands caress my back, before dragging her short nails down it. Fuck. Yes. Suddenly she shoves me to the side, landing on the sofa, while she unzips and removes her trousers. I push her to her back and begin sucking on her huge tits. Trish's moans fill my ears, her hands on the back of my head.

"I want to ride your fucking face." She reveals between moans. Oh Fuck. I want to let her. I start pulling down her knickers to signal my approval, to which she pushes me on my back and yanks them off. I rest my head on the arm of the sofa as she positions her crotch over me. I can see it straight on. Trish's pussy. I never thought it'd look so... Appetising. I can do this. I can go down on a girl. Guys have gone down on me so it can't be that hard. She lowers down to me, and soon my lips meet her cunt.

Instinctively, I begin running my tongue across her slit. It sort of tastes like... Popcorn... Like watery popcorn... That's not bad. Fuck, I want to get her to come, I've got my own pussy to worry about. I dive in, forcing my tongue deep into her cunt, prompting loud moaning from Trish, who pulls my head further in.

"Fuck yes. Eat my pussy you slut." She orders. Never has being called a slut made me so fucking wet. I lick her pussy with new vigour, **** to be called more. "Oh, you like that? Little whore? Eating another girl's pussy while she calls you a slut?" Oh fuck, is it possible to come from dirty talk alone? Because I'm close. Seems like Trish is too, as her words give way to lounder moaning, and random breathing. Her hand pulls me deeper, and I decide I'll give her a nudge, reaching round her thigh to massage her clit, provoking a screaming orgasm from my rider.

I just made a girl come on my face... I have never been so horny... As Trish dismounts my face I grab her hand and lead it into my knickers. It's my turn for some satisfaction. She works her magic on my clit at first, building me up, but I don't need it, and soon her fingers find their way inside me. Fuck, her fingers are long. And they know what they're doing, going straight to the right spot for maximum pleasure.

"You want to come, slut?" She asks me. Fuck, when did I become the submissive one? I nod honestly, before suddenly, she stops. What the fuck? "Wait a sec, take those off." She tells me, before walking over to her bag as i peel of my knickers. "I picked up something, thought a straight girl might appreciate something familiar." She explains, revealing a harness holding a 6 inch flesh coloured dildo. It's similar to one I have at home. Which she knows. Because she sold it to me. Trish equips her new toy and turns to face me, with expectant eyes.

I know what she's telling me. I rush to kneel in front of her, grabbing the phallus with my hand, before inserting it into my mouth. I've sucked dicks before, but I've never tried it with a dildo... Knowing I don't have to worry about it flooding my mouth with semen is reassuring, but what makes it is Trish's voice.

"That's right, suck that dick, you've still got my come on your face." I hear as my head moves back and forth along the shaft. That's right, I'm a slut, on my knees, where I belong. Until Trish gestures for me to stand, which I do, then turns me around and gently pushes forward on my shoulder to bend over. I lean against the sofa, presenting myself for her, feeling the tip of the dildo against my twat. Until Trish's hands grab my waist. Until she thrusts deep into me.

Oh my fuck. I'm being fucked by a girl. And I'm loving it. Each thrust feels precise, yet rough. He hands feel soft, yet grip my body with so much strength, pulling me into each push.

"You like that? Being fucked by a girl? Truth is, anyone can have you, can't they? Men, women, doesn't matter, as long as you get to come." She taunts me. Fuck, she's right. I'm just her whore right now. That's all I want to be. I can't hold back anymore, it takes all my strength to keep my legs straight as Trish pounds me. After all this teasing, it's too much. My lower body explodes with ecstasy, it make my orgasm yesterday feel like barely a tremor as it echoes through my body. My legs finally give out, and I fall to the floor.

"Oh, shit, are you okay?" Trish asks immediately. I pull myself up onto the sofa, trying to catch my breath.

"Next time, I get the strap." I declare. "And if you ever speak to me like that outside of us fucking, I'll break you." I add, pulling a chuckle from Trish's face. Gotta assert that play-time is done.

"Fair enough. That was fun. How're you feeling?" She asks. "You kind of knocked me for six at the start." She adds, removing the harness and sitting next to me.

"Yeah, I'm good. You've got fuck all stamina though, it took, what? 5 minutes to make you come?" I mock her. We're going to have to work on that.

Trish looks at me with a smug grin. "It's not my fault you made me wait so long, it was my first time, remember?" She points out. Not sure I believe her, that was... Masterful. "Guess you'll have to try harder next time." She adds as a challenge.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." I retort. And damn. What a good time. "How did you know I liked dirty talk anyway?"

Trish just taps her nose and winks.

That's annoying.

This agreement has its downsides after all.