Nightly black and bubblegum pink. Part II

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Chapter 85. Part II. Want and need and need and want

"What am I doing? What, dear lord, am I doing?"

The fact that I'm using the lord's name disturbs me, but not as much as the absence of "fuck" and "shit" in my current vocabulary. But even that is no longer relevant.

Something is happening to me, to me and Sofia. We both feel it.

We are one.

But that can't be, right? Something like that can't happen. We're just thinking the same thing, I try to tell myself as I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I already know the small room where Ryan gets ready for the day. Before, it didn't bother me that everything here looked masculine, messy, dirty, and without any feminine touch. Now it bothers me.

Because it would bother her. Sofia.

I see the world, my reflection, and his bathroom through her eyes. It's not me who fled alone into the bathroom because of the dare he chose for me. {Ryan}, that lousy little... But no. I don't want to have these thoughts. Sofia doesn't want to have these thoughts. And I feel it inside me, in my mind. I've brought her with me into this small room. She's with me.

And she's with me even as I look at my worried face in the mirror... And my perky breasts in the black lace bra.

My best part. I have no money. Not just a little, but absolutely nothing. Mom owns everything in our house, the little we own. And I still remember the day I stole this bra and matching panties.

But even back then, my heart didn't pound as hard and frantically as it does now. Now I'm almost having a panic attack, imagining what I'm supposed to do.

I don't have to, I know that.

But I will. Why?

I have no idea.

I only know that I, or Sofia, or both of us, or neither of us, desperately wants it.

Who it is doesn't even matter. It feels more and more like we're merging anyway. I think polite thoughts, not the wild jumble I've come to know so well. My last shield against… him…

"Finn…" His name makes my skin tingle, and my fingers cling to the white, slightly smeared porcelain of the sink.

And it makes my nipples hard.

"God damn it… Please let me do this without shame…"

But I feel him. The shame I've never allowed myself to feel before. Now it's here, and I know exactly, precisely how Sofia must feel when she sees his body. The muscles in his arms and legs... I briefly looked at his back, straining against his too-small shirt.

And his penis. God, how I wish…

And his smile. His develish... beautiful... smile...

I would love to kiss him so much.

I can't even resort to the shameless behavior I usually display when something touches me deeply.

And Finn touches me deeply. Very deeply.

He penetrates my soul, is there, and has taken root. He won't leave. And even though it feels like Sofia and I are merging, like our characteristics are flattening and becoming something new, like the spikes of our worst habits are being removed and we're being softened…

It's Finn I'm thinking about.

Finn, with whom I have a bet to make. Finn who…

The light knock on the bathroom door almost makes me collapse in front of the mirror with shock and nervousness. I bite my lips so not to moan too liud while I hold myself on wobbly legs.

“Sage?” His voice penetrates the wooden door, almost shattering it with his worried yet stern masculinity, and penetrates my heart.

And my lower regions.

My heart warms.

My vagina becomes wet.

“Everything okay?”

No, I want to shout, clenching my teeth. My cunt is getting wet. I want to fuck this dick till we both bleed! I want to mount him and press him to the ground and…

And I want him to hold me.

And kiss me.

I want to cuddle him.

“Sage? Everything is okay. It’s no big deal.”

“Yes,” I say, moaning. “Yes, I know. Just… Just give me a second… please…”

I try one last time. Fucking. Fuck. Mount him and fuck. Finger his asshole. Make him scream my name.

I want to kiss him. I want to hold him. I want to cuddle with him.

It's no use. I can't be the Sage I used to be. The Sage who would have easily stripped down to her underwear and walked out onto the dark street, standing there in public for five minutes and make every man squirm with lust, flaunting my nuble latina body.

The old Sage would have found it easy.

The new Sage is scared.

But I know the new Sage will stay. That she'll continue to be scared.

As long as Finn isn't around.

I need him.

I want him.

"Okay, Sage." I hear him again. He sounds stricter. Like a patient teacher who knows his student is scared, but who also knows he'll get his way one way or another. "You have to come out now. You have to trust me now. Do you trust me, Sage?"

It takes some effort to pull myself up at the sink. My green plaid skirt hangs loosely around my hips, already slipping down so that… So that he can see my body.

I look at my reflection one last time.

The old version of myself is still there, small and in the corner, while the new version looks up at me. The new version knows that she will obey him, just as Sofia already does. And she knows the answer to his question, which isn't really a question since he already knew what I'm realizing now, even before I did.

"Yes," I say, louder, clearer. "I trust you." I can feel his smile through the door, so clear and ever-present is he in my life and my mind.

He's the one who holds me together, I realize. He's the one who will bring Sofia and me together.

I can't stop it. I don't want to stop it. The old Sage would have fought…

"Then come out now and listen to what my dare is."

The new Sage obeys without any further questions.

It's nothing serious, I tell myself. She has just as much right to stand by his side as I do, I tell myself. I respect her for making an effort, I tell myself.

I have no problem with him seeing her naked… I tell myself.

But…

This fucking bitch! This fucking cheating lazy ass whore! I hate her! I want her dead! I want her dead and gone! I want…

"Ouch!" Ryan doesn't pull his hand away, which speaks well of him. But my fingernails in his arm must be hurting. Yet he looks at me encouragingly, understandingly, full of warmth.

A warmth that suits me perfectly. Ryan is patient, kind, and warm.

Finn is strong, full of life and adventure.

Everything in my upbringing, everything in my religious beliefs, and everything that makes me who I am tells me that Ryan is the right one for me.

But fucking hell, I want Finn, fucking Lynchwood! Fucking shit!

But no matter how much I curse and distort and **** the Lord's name…

I want him.

I need him.

I need to be his girlfriend. The girlfriend of this cheating, lazy, godforsaken, warm, wonderful, and patient boy.

The boy with the many girlfriends.

And please God, make me one of them. Please let me be his girl.

I watch him as he stands by the door, casually leaning against the frame, smiling at the wood as if it would open simply because of his warm words.

My heart opens at these words. Words he doesn't even address to me personally. He's speaking to Sage, this fucking slut who undresses for him like a whore to flaunt her body to him…

But I know how scared and nervous she is. I am too. Otherwise, I'd be the one trembling with worry, but it's as if I can feel the cold porcelain against my own hands, the very ones she clings to, weak and helpless as she is.

But she's not the only one who's weak and helpless. I am too. I know I should want Ryan. We would make the perfect couple.

But my heart belongs to this other boy. This boy I know will see Sage naked in a few seconds.

Because I can see myself walking up to the door of the small room, reaching for the doorknob with trembling hands and…

“Wow…” I grunt.

“Wow.” Finn adores her.

"Heh," Ryan nods.

"So what?" she asks with feigned arrogance that we all see through. Her gaze tries to capture something of what I seem to be feeling right now, in vain. Her face is deliberately sexy. But her eyes dart around the room in search of Finn's approval.

And she gets it. With her eyes on him, she smiles like I would if he were to grope me like this. Like I would if he were to hold me down, rip my clothes off, and fuck me to pieces.

I shake my head as I feel Ryan's hand on mine. He must clearly notice how much I'm trembling. I just don't know if it's from anger or lust. And not even if it's anger at Sage for not taking her chance on a hottie like Finn, or at me for not jumping up and grabbing him.

At least I know what the center of my desire is… Fucking hell…

He and his fucking big dick…

My thoughts terrify me. Because I know they aren't mine. Sage is like Satan in my head. She's trying to seduce me. This plea-ridden slut of a wench! She is the devil! I hate her! Trying to be shy and tame with her whore body and her slutty behavior. I hate her so much!

No, Sofia… Calm down. I try to breathe, calm my thoughts, and steady my body. That's not you who's having these horrible thoughts. You are a nice girl, and you deserve a nice guy.

*A guy like Finn*.

The way he smiles at Sage calms the nervous girl down while he admires her body in that manly way. Not gawking but observing, saving and loving. He doesn't stare, doesn't devour her with a greedy gaze. He is cool, calm, and composed as he assures Sage how beautiful she looks.

"You think so?" She asks timidly, remembering who she really is. "I mean... Of course I look beautiful. Did you think otherwise?" She plays with him, makes him smile, and all in all, the situation isn't as bad as it seems to her. He lifts his arms. So strong and masculine. I could hug him, and he would carry me on his arm like a sexy little bag. And it seems Sage is thinking the same thing as she breathes deeply... and touches his arm. Exactly where I would touch him.

And I feel the fabric against my fingers. I feel the warmth of his body beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. I feel the steel of his muscles.

Sage and I moan at the same time, quietly, but everyone in the room hears it.

"So..." she coos and clings to him as her trembling little breasts brush against his shirt. I feel the lace against my own breasts. It tingles and is warm. It feels good.

"What's your dare?" I ask him, almost startled when Sage and Finn look at me. I don't want it to seem like I'm trying to sabotage the moment. After all, I was there when Ryan told Finn about the dare. I know what awaits him. And yet, I ask for Sage's sake, since she doesn't seem to dare.

I mustn't give in to the hate. I have to fight against it. Deep down, I know it's better to process it. I know people like Sage from my work at my church. So full of hate. Most of the time, it stems from fear, and against fear, a person is not powerless. But I am, so powerless, in the presence of him.

The way he stands there, supporting her, encouraging her with his gaze, filling her with a warmth I can feel deep inside my heart.

I couldn't do anything about the hate and fear I feel, just as Sage must feel it. I'm almost breaking under this weight, and Ryan supports me as I sit on the sofa, my breasts tickling, my lap getting wet, my heart pounding, and I feel fear, anger, hope, and warmth.

And love.

I know it. Deep inside. Or maybe only Sage knows this feeling and I don't. But we're connected. Somehow, we share what connects us. And we share our feelings for the boy standing next to Sage, smiling at her. We share our fear. Fear of different things, but in the end, it unites us. We share our anger. Anger at both of us, but ultimately at ourselves.

And we share our affection for Finn.

Affection that will ultimately bring us together.

Sage smiles as I ask the question that Ryan then answers.

"Your dare, dear Finn, is something you won't have in a very, very long time," he says knowingly. "Something you'll need for your girlfriends, but none of them can give you." He smiles, the same smile he shared with his best friend when they talked about it a minute ago.

"Be submissive," Ryan says to me, again. I have to stifle a laugh when I see how confused Sage is staring at me.

God, she looks so beautiful in her underwear. So goddamn sexy. Something I won't take advantage of, no matter how confused she looks right now. Just as confused as Sofia seems, furiously out of place.

While Sage tries to come to terms with the fact that Ryan is demanding exactly the things from her that she can't give, Sofia has to find a way to cope with not being able to act in her usual warm and affectionate way. Their spirits merge, and Ryan, unknowingly, as I'm sure, has asked for exactly the things that will bring the two girls closer together.

Sage has to be loving and ****, Sofia has to be demanding and confident.

And me… I have to obey Ryan and submit to Sage's will for ten minutes. I give Ryan a meaningful look, because this is a task I would have gladly done before the MCD… And now, too. Except now, to fulfill his dare, I have to do exactly what I didn't want to do anymore.

"Soooo…" Sage murmurs and looks up at me. The little Latina is so cute and petite in front of me. I could lift her up so easily. She looks so fragile and cute. But I'm sure she'd cut my balls off before I even… Or not. The way she looks at me, it seems she wants nothing more than to submit to me, to be thrown over my shoulder and carried to the nearest surface. And fuck, I want that too.

“Well… it seems…” I scratch the back of my head. Neither of us is accustomed to this style of behavior, exactly as Ryan had planned. But I am the leader… who shouldn’t lead this woman. “Maybe we could…”

“For fuck sake, just get undressed!” Sage's Head snaps around in a frightened way, letting her dark, beautiful, and elegant hair flow. We both look towards Sofia, who seems to boil over in her spot on the sofa. “It’s so simple,” she roars with her delicate voice, which is made for love and laughter, not screaming. And she gets red in the face. “I mean…” Her whole body trembles and I realize that it is she who needs to fight the most.

Shit, I see and understand, suppressing a grin in order not to anger Sofia any further. Peaceful submission is their state. Sage is fine with it. But poor Sofia needs to handle anger and fear. Poor little thing.

“Look,” I say, moving toward her with the goal of calming her down. At least I can lead with her. “Maybe this was a dumb idea and we should…”

“Fuck!” I stop and watch as Sofia jumps up. She almost falls flat on her face, but she catches herself, rowing with her arms. It looks unbeliavable cute but I would be killed if I laughed. Her face is stern... then it softens... a bit. “Fuck…” she mumbles, but immediately steels herself again, clenching her little fists.

And then she takes off her clothes.

My jaw drops.

Just like Sage's, as we watch the third of four people tear her clothes off.

It's almost a striptease, but way, way more clumsy and so, so, so fucking cute.

Her panties are bubblegum pink, as is her bra. Her chest is flat. I like small boobs, as I like big boobs. And for God's sake, I like her boobies, wobbling slightly in her cups as she bends down to kick her skirts away. Her feet are cute too, soft and nice. And her ass, a bit plumper than Sage's…

I see Sage take off her skirt as well, showing me her nightly black panties. While Sofia is driven by a dull rage, Sage doesn't take her eyes off me as her bare feet wobble back onto the floor, toes curled and pointed towards each other. She's very nervous and squeezes her thighs together. She's also very aroused. Fucking cute, Sage. And Sofia too, I notice, imagining how I'll manage to combine black and pink to a new color nobody has seen before. A color just for me. Nobody else.

But it's not her aura.

Almost annoyed, Sofia sits cross-legged on the sofa, watching us, trying not to look too angry and disappointed, while I try not to pounce on her and have hours of cuddly sweet, loving orgasm dazed, wet cunted, sweaty aroused sex with her.

Whose fucking stupid idea was it to wait for sex in the first place? Oh right… my own... Because I'm the good guy.

Then there's a puzzled silence as we look at each other. Then all heads automatically turn to Ryan… who, gentlemanly, ignores us.

Oh… I know what you're up to!

Ryan Shaft. +4 (PS -7)

"Sage," I say, looking towards her. And then I lower my head, bow down and show her my steeled shoulder blades working while I try to remember the scene from Witcher 3 where I needed to bow down to Emperor Emir var Emris. How was it... Leg extended, hand flat, head down, chin to chest. I think I got it but my posture is lacking fluidity and grace, but surprisingly, Sage has learned to expect less of Nordlings like me.

In fact, it looks like she's considering laughing or running out of the room. She chooses the right thing... And only makes Sofia angrier.

“What the fuck?” Sage giggles as I come up from the bow.

“At your service, M’lady,” I say and smile. “May I talk to Miss Sofia?”

“Fuck this,” Sofia mumbles but fixes me like a hawk. Sage just nods, completely uncomfortable in this, normally used, role.

“For me, it’s okay if you’re angry at us,” I say calmly toward the storm that can’t calm herself. “I know you. You’re a good person, Sofia.”

“Whatever,” she snarls and hides her miserable hurt. Ryan holds back, letting me handle things. He knows I won’t let Sofia be in this mood tonight. Just as I trust him implicitly.

“I just want to ask you not to be angry tonight, okay? We’re all trying to make sure she’s okay. She deserves this evening.” Sofia can’t look me in the eye. “But that doesn’t mean we’re letting you fall. You’re just as important to us, and as far as I’m concerned, I definitely don’t want to lose the friendship we formed.”

“Mhm,” she mumbles and crosses her arms over her cute breasts, looking to the side. Her stomach heaves in a cute way while she tries not to pant too heavily, falling miserably.

“Maybe…” We look at Sage, who’s talking in a strangely feminine, unsure way with a gentle blush on her face. “Would it be okay if I command Finn to do something… we both…” She gulps heavily. “You know…” Sofia just shrugs and I turn to Sage.

“You want to do something that will be good for you and Sofia alike?” She nods in this cute, gentle way while holding eye contact the whole time, clutching her elbow and swaying from side to side in her black, secy underwear. She is fixated. Not on my muscles or my dick, but on me eyes. She's looking into my soul. And she likes what she sees. “You command, I obey,” I say and don’t have to add the rest.

Only today. So that you can see that you can be weak with me. And so that Sofia can see that she can be bad with me.

And Ryan saw it way before I did.

Sage's smile widens.

"I dare you to..."

Message from the author:

So, I tread writing these stories as driving on a foggy road on a cloudy day with way more speed than is good for me. Mostly, it is okay, I stay on track and finish in time. Somethimes I cras the car and need help to get it out of the ditch. And sometimes I lose track and sling the car on the street, almost crashing. This chapter att whole was such a case. But the moment I let Sage move out of the bathroom, I knew that she and Sofia belonged to Finn. First, I wanted to move Sofia towards Ryan and form a couple but no. After this part I couldn't do it anymore. it was hard the whole time, hence my struggling with this chapter. But maybe you can see/feel/read the moment I stood up on my old chanky writing chair, moved around in my tiny apartment and was finally happy to found a solution. "Fuck it, he will get both of them!" And it felt so good. After that, it was easy to find a way for Ryan as well to make him happy. I think you will see that with him from this point on and will have a good time with the poll.

Sage and Sofia are two girls you will see more and more AI pictures from, mostly because of Wednesday Season II and the advances in this field. I think the pictures I found on the web are good quality and help me provide a mood and, literally, a picture for your head to make things clearer. I hope that's okay with you or maybe I interpret too much in the battle of real stars against AI.

For now, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Part III tomorrow and the polls will be mostly in Part IV at the end of the chapter as always. I'm working on a poll for tomorrow but are not sure if it's a good idea to post it. Give ma a bit more time on that. For now, have fun and I hope the middle of the week treats you well.

Take care and fly safe.

God Sofia is so cute...