Wider Campus socials: Team motivation - Vi

Vi sits next to Ophelia, scrolling through the group chat, Nancy’s red-blushed face staring back at her from the phone screen.

“This was really her idea?” Vi asks Ophelia, handing the phone back to her.

Ophelia nods, smirking. “She’s a lot hornier than she acts.”

‘I noticed that already,’ Vi thinks to herself.

“She seemed so excited when she told me about it, well. She told me to ask you what happened.”

Ophelia nods again. “Yeah. I told her that if she decides to tell you, it would be better for you to see it in person.”

Vi swallows, the familiar coiled snake of arousal starting to uncurl deep in the pit of her belly.

Ophelia gently touches her back, tracing small reassuring circles. “It’s hot, right?”

Vi nods.

“What was your favourite photo?” Ophelia asks.

Vi glances at Ophelia, the red already on her face, Ophelia getting flashbacks to just the other day, the desperate hunger that was written all across Nancy’s red face. “Did I get it wrong?” She asks playfully, reaching across her body to caress Vi’s arm. “You’re not into girls?” She leans forward and breathes into her ear. “Or do you just stare at me because you admire me?”

Vi shivers, bolder than Nancy before her, reaches out and grabs Ophelia’s thigh, satisfied to hear even her shocked by her brazenness. “I — both.”

Ophelia snickers, just enjoying the innocent lesbian petting, Vi’s hand starting to get hungrier on her toned leg.

Ophelia chuckles darkly as she pulls back, pinching Vi’s chin between her fingers. “You are. So sexy. Vi.”

Vi lets out an audible shudder, her mouth falling slightly open. Ophelia takes advantage, running her thumb over her bottom lip.

Vi seems to wake up suddenly, pulling back with a blush and dragging the back of her hand across her mouth. “Sorry… The photos… Got the better of me.”

Ophelia chuckles, tilting her head casually. “You didn’t answer. Which one was your favourite?”

Vi finds her eyes. “Nancy is hot. Fuck. You all are. But my favourite… Was the one you were in.”

“Oh?” Ophelia teases, putting a hand on her pert breast. “Little Ol’ me?”

Vi holds back her smile as best as she can. “Yeah… You’re the hottest… In my opinion.”

Ophelia leans close again, dominantly putting a hand on Vi’s thigh, causing her to tense up and arch her back. “I know I am. But I think you’re the new second, babe.”

Ophelia pulls back, fluffing her hair and peering over her nose at Vi. “I have high standards, though; you’ve figured that out, right?”

Vi nods. “Of course… I don’t blame you. You’re the head cheerleader.”

Ophelia laughs. “Not just with the cheer squad, babe.” She bites her lower lip. “Why do you think I’m dating the football captain and quarterback?”

She shoots a sly smile. “Because I know my worth. And I know I deserve the best. Only. The best.” She runs a finger down her chest. “And the best are the girls and boys I choose. The girls I choose are on the squad, not reserves. You get me?”

Vi nods slowly. “Yes… I’ll get onto the squad.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m one of the best. I don’t settle.” Vi responds firmly.

Ophelia leans forward, capturing Vi with her hands, whispering into her ear. “Good. I expect big things from you, babe. Don’t let mediocrity hold you back, right?” Ophelia slides her tongue out and gently teases her earlobe.

“Fuck… I won’t…”

Ophelia pulls back, stands up abruptly, and grabs her bag. “Good girl. Being on the squad means participation… And more time with me.”

Ophelia smirks as Vi opens her mouth; her intention to rile her up, to get her hot and flirty, is incredibly successful. Unbeknownst to her, however, Vi was going to ask what she was about to do anyway. Everything that just happened was a bonus.

“Can I… Give some motivation to the team?”

Ophelia already had her phone out of her pocket and tossed it to Vi. “Knock yourself out. I’ll be hanging outside; don’t take too long.” She winked, leaving her wanting more; Vi hoped for a moment with her like Nancy had.

“Don’t leave.” Vi says, Ophelia, turning curiously.

“I’ve got an idea to foster some competition with the team…”

Ophelia smirks, “Oh, Vi… You are perfect.”

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Vi hands Ophelia’s phone back to her and murmurs, “That’s so hot.”

Ophelia snickers. “A woman after my own heart.” She turns to leave, calling over her shoulder. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, babe!”

Vi bites her lip, Marcus didn’t hesitate to send her a nice picture of his rock hard cock, assuming from his dorm room, crossing her legs as she leans over her phone. Erik is going to fucking love reading these. He gets so pent up and excited when she springs surprises on him like this. She figures she’ll warn him about the dick pic though.

Vi leaves it at that, giggling and hot as hell, she wastes no time, doesn’t bother showering, and makes the trek to Erik’s house, hitching to give him a cheerleader-based surprise.

Marcus, after enjoying his DM exchange, decides to check out Vi’s social media profile finally. His blood runs cold as a familiar name appears in her comments fairly often. Always acknowledged by Vi, he spots him after a bit of scrolling—his tutoring rival.