She runs into Janet

Nicole is slow and methodical while sucking Huck's cock on the way home. She teases and draws it out for as much of the road as possible. She pauses every time she hears him grunting and feels his ball clench. "Alright baby," he eventually said. "You're almost home. Finish me off."

And she does. She works him until he unloads in her mouth. Nicole catches as much as she can, swallowing it down to her belly, only a little bit dribbling from between her lips. She sits up as they pull into the apartment complex parking lot. She smirks and wipes the jizz from her chin. Licking it off her fingers. As he parks, he asked is she had a good time today. Nicole nods and leans in to kiss him.

"Woah!" He said, blocking her advance with his hand. "I'm not a fag. You'll always brush your teeth and use mouthwash after eating my baby batter. Fuck." He stretches across her body and opens the door. "Now get out. I have shit to do today." He pushes her phone, keys, and wallet into her hands.

Nicole's feet hit the parking lot pavement, and the pleasantly aroused subspace she's been in practically spills out of her ears. Huck drives away, and she remembers all she's wearing is a Trump bikini. "Shit." Nicole scurries up the pathway between the apartment buildings. "Please, no one be outside, please, no one be outside," she repeats to herself. She mentally vows to burn the bikini as soon as possible. Nicole was just steps away from her door when she suddenly felt a sharp jolt as she collided with Janet, one of the woman she had met at the PowerPoint Party - very specifically, the woman Kennedy had made lick her ass. Janet stumbled, and Nicole tumbled to the ground, landing hard on the cement sidewalk.

Nicole is in shock and speechless as Janet helps her to her feet. Her ass stings, but all she can think about is how Janet is going to respond to the bikini. Janet, however, surprises her by pointing out that it looks like Nicole has scraped her ass cheek on the concrete. She doesn't give Nicole a moment to reply. Janet picks her keys up off the ground and opens Nicole's door, ushering her inside. "We need to clean that. Where are your bandaids?"

"Bathroom off my bedroom. Upstairs," Nicole replied, still limping from the fall. "Seriously, I've got it from here. Thank you."

Janet shook her head. She wasn't taking no for an answer and proceeds to head upstairs. "Wait..." Nicole feebly calls after as she follows her up the stairs. More embarrassment as she realized she hadn't cleaned up in days. Her bedroom looks like a sex toy shrapnel mine exploded. "Get on the bed," Janet commands as she comes out of the bathroom carrying everything she needs to clean and cover Nicole's wound. Nicole sighs and climbs on the bed. She positions herself so she's on top of the crusty part of the sheet where Vincent's cum pooled from the night before. Nicole releases a whimper as Janet cleans the scrape. "Ah, this is nothing," Janet said. "Just a little bit of minor road rash like we'd get on our knees all the time as kids." Janet gently wipes away the grime. "So, based on that wild bikini, I'm guessing you were out with your fella again?"

Nicole sighed and replied softly. "Yes. Please don't say anything to Kennedy and Tabitha. I'd never wear anything like this, but he..."

Janet remains unfazed and says kindly: "Oh please, you don't need to apologize to me. I understand why Kenitha is angry, but I believe in live and let live. As long as your fella isn't physically harming anyone, his words aren't hurting anyone. They're overreacting liberal lesbos."

Nicole was surprised by Janet's statement. Especially because she didn't agree. Historically, rhetoric often led to physical **** and, as awful as Kennedy and Tabitha were about it, she didn't fault them for wanting to make sure she weasn't a homophobe - like Huck. But she wasn't going to get into a philosophical argument especially considering she just sucked Huck off 20 minutes ago. "He's not my fella. Like I said last night, we're just roleplaying for a few weeks. He's helping me live out my fantasy."

"Sure he isn't," Janet said as she applied the bandage. "Last night was crazy, though, wasn't it? Did you have fun?"

"Yes, I mean, they were a little mean. I'm sorry they made you...you know...do what you did to me. I could tell you didn't want to."

Janet laughed. "We have a lot in common, Bicole. Liz and I, well, we're not like those other girls. I'm sure you couldn't tell last night, but we're, um, we're both straight."

Nicole recalled hearing Kennedy say something about their 'straight converts.' "I don't understand," she sat up and faced Janet.

Janet smiled and climbed off the bed. "You don't need to understand," she replied. Janet bent down and picked up a strap-on. "Hm, you use this often?"

Nicole rolled her eyes and laughed. "No, not ever, actually. I, um, buy lots of things that I never use or only get used once. That one was supposed to be for a friend from my Discord group. She was going to visit and use it on me. That didn't happen."

"Meeting girls from the Internet? So you are bi."

Nicole laughed again. And blushed. Truthfully, she didn't consider herself having any sort of sexuality. If she was free use it meant anyone could use her. It didn't matter if she was gay or straight because, in her fantasy, that was the law of the land. Nicole didn't know how to explain that.

"Or maybe you're just hetroromantic. Fuck everyone, but only romantically attracted to fat construction workers." Now Janet laughed. And as she did she pushed the black, veiny strap on dildo into Nicole's chest. "Here, put this on. Kennedy doesn't allow me to have penetrative sex. She's convinced the denial will help convert me to a dyke. It won't. And I need cock bad, so you're going to fuck me."

Nicole was so confused by whatever relationship Kennedy had with Janet. It didn't make sense, but then again, who was she to judge. "Won't...won't Kennedy be mad?"

"Are you going to tell her?" Janet was stripping out of her clothes.

Nicole shook her head and followed Janet's lead, throwing off her Trump bikini and slipping into the strap-on. This strap-on had a feature where a ball on a curved silcone rod was inserted into the wearer. It was intended to assure mutual pleasure. She was going through with this. When she'd been discussing the strap-on with BettyHeartsJughead, the idea was that Nicole would be on the receiving end. She watches the naked Janet grab a blindfold off Nicole's bedstand. "You really do have everything," Janet said. "I'm going to call you 'Nick' just be as masculine as you can, okay?"

Nicole grabbed the lube from her nightstand and started running it over the dildo's shaft. She lined up the tip with Janet's labia before sliding it up and down. “I'm gonna fuck you now” Nicole said in a deep voice, feeling silly but determined to do her best. “Yes! Fuck me Nick! Please! I need cock so bad!” "Yes," Janet exclaimed breathlessly. "Fuck me, Nick! I need it so badly." She rocked back until she was able to insert the dildo. Nicole watched as it slid into place. "C'mon now, Nick...please..." Janet begged.

Nicole followed the direction. She thrust forward and back, while her eyes stayed glued to the dildo between her legs. It was an odd sight to see, but thanks to the end that was shoved inside her own vagina she began to savor it. "Yeah, take it," Nicole called out. "Take my cock, rug muncher." Nicole had no clue where that came from. Instantly guilt filled her up, but Janet didn't seem to notice. "God, yes, Nick," she panted as she bumped up against Nicole in reverse. "Drill me hard. Fuck me straight." Nicole leaned down and grabbed hold of Janet's lengthy hair. She tugged on it like she'd want if she were the one on all fours. "Yes!" Janet shouted out energetically. "I love dick!

Nicole pushed into Janet, unsure how she felt about the situation. It seemed as if Janet was trying to convince herself that being with Kennedy hadn't turned her into a lesbian. "Harder! Faster! Nick - make me pay for my sins!" Nicole tried to lose herself in the moment, thrusting with **** and feeling the hooked dildo within her. Janet arched her back, allowing the dildo to penetrate deeper.

"That's right," Nicole said in a gruff voice. "Your dirty dyke cunt was hungry for cock, wasn't it?"

"Y-yes, I'm going to cum on your cock..."

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Both women froze as a familiar voice broke the spell of the roleplay.