Vicky gets a taste of heaven

Vicky

Vicky was having a pretty boring day. The novelty of being home had just begun to wear off, and everyone was gone, working, or too upsetting to speak to. The moment she came back from the gym her stomach started growling. She raided the fridge for something to eat. It was her third meal of the day, but who was counting? Disappointingly, they were mostly down to ingredients, with not a lot of ready-made food left.

The fuck is this? She pulled out a mason jar containing some kind of white liquid. It was labeled, but rather unhelpfully, the label was in Chinese, which only told her that it belonged to either Alkim or Kate. Vicky wasn’t in the mood to try and trace out the characters on google translate. She gave it a little swirl. Hmmm, could be milk, could also be drugs… They did shit like that sometimes. It wouldn’t be the first “chemistry experiment” those two left lying around. She sighed and put it back.

Vicky was not a great cook: twenty-six years old and she couldn’t even make decent kimchi. Her mother had put it more bluntly. “You’ll never hold onto a man if you can’t even make kimchi!” Though she firmly believed there were more issues at play in her past relationships, Vicky had yet to disprove that bit of maternal wisdom. What she could do was make instant ramen and throw Alkim’s roast duck into the soup, improving it 500 percent. Every breath she took was infused with a potent mix of sinus-clearing spices; every bite she took held the darkest, most delicious poultry she’d ever eaten. Mmmm, god I missed that boy’s cooking so fucking much… The bowl was empty before she knew it.

With her stomach taken care of, Vicky was once again left with nothing but boredom for company. Fortunately, Alkim had also left her the cure to that as well: her homecoming present. She grabbed the eightball from her room and checked the weight on her kitchen scale. Half left: hours of fun for the whole family. She cut out a small line on a ceramic plate and snorted it up. It wasn’t quite what she needed, but it got the job done. She used the energy boost to check in with her other friends. Neither Alkim nor Mikaella responded, but those nice employees from Avalon did. They had nothing for her yet, but supposedly their manager should get back to her soon.

Whatever. She did another line and started cleaning the kitchen.

Her phone dinged again. The karaoke bar had shifts available right now if she wanted to take them. Vicky left them on read; she was sick of getting sexually harassed every night for a few hundred bucks a pop. Maybe karaoke was cleaner than stripping, but at least the strip clubs were clear on the rules, and the good ones protected their dancers. The money was good enough in a pinch, but she wasn’t that desperate yet. She’d vowed to herself not to go back to sex work until after she fucked up her music career.

Music! That’s what I need to work on! She opened up her music production class project, pulled on her noise cancelling headphones, and started on her set. She worked like a machine, assembling what she felt was a pretty lit house track. Only when she stopped and played it all from the beginning did she realize what she’d done: her song was way too similar to Yeah Boi’s from the other night. Memories of Avalon had been leaking into her fucking music.

Shit! Fuck! Godamnit! Ugh! She knew what the problem was, she just couldn’t understand why. Why? Why now? Alkim and I dance together every time we go clubbing. What could have made Saturday so… different? Hell, they’d already danced with each other at that exact same club twice, and those grinding, jamming sessions hadn’t ended with her spontaneously cumming on the dance floor. Until it had, until she rubbed her pussy all over her friend, made him choke her, kissed him, and lost her fucking mind in front of dozens of people. While a really fucking great song was blowing up her eardrums. Must have got my wires crossed, lodged the sound somewhere into my brain…

Her pussy was twitching just remembering it. That wasn’t helping. You stupid, stupid bitch! Focus! She needed to think about something else, someone else. She did another line. Is this stuff still working? Her mouth was dry, her nose was dripping, her heart was beating like an 808. She had all the symptoms, she had the energy. It sure felt like the coke was working. It wasn’t. Her new work was sloppy. She misaligned the tracks, the beat kept shifting, the levels were wrong, the mix was off.

Agh! Fucking FL Studio! She threw off her headphones and tried rubbing the stress from her temples. Of course that didn’t work either. She knew that wasn’t the part that needed rubbing. Fuck it! Just one more, that should do it. It was her second bean-flicking today, but who was counting? Vicky kicked off her sweatpants and slid one hand under her rapidly dampening panties. An embarrassingly long time passed without cumming before she pulled The Big Gun out from under her bed. Her favorite vibrator: tried and tested on her pussy and at least a half dozen partners over the years. The electrodick always got her off a hell of a lot faster than her fingers. Even so, she couldn’t quite cross the finish line, as if there was something missing from her brain, or somewhere between her brain and her pussy. An incomplete circuit, a missing instrument.

After failing to get off for far too long she gave it up. She thought she was just horny, but maybe not. Maybe she wasn’t really in the mood for that. Or she was too high. She checked the bag of coke. It was noticeably lighter than before. No, that’s stupid. I’ve never been too high to cum before.

She put her clothes back on and went to the living room. TV was probably the healthiest distraction she had left at this point in the evening. She put on a K-Drama and tried to empty her mind.

About a half hour later the front door burst open.

“What up sluuuuut!” Alkim called out with Mikaella under his arm. He was in his usual daily sportswear and backpack, while she was rocking a bland t-shirt and the cheapest, shortest tartan skirt Vicky had ever seen her in, like something out of a porno.

“What up sluuuuuuuut!” Vicky returned, shutting off the TV.

Mikaella’s greeting came a couple seconds later. “Heyyyyy sluttt!” She was hugging Alkim closely, steadying herself against him as she took off her shoes and tossed them carelessly against the wall.

Vicky wasn’t sure the girl could actually stand on her own. “Jeez, how fucking wasted are you?” is what she wanted to ask. She settled on, “Where’d you two come from?” The question was addressed to both of them, but she was more concerned with Mikaella’s disappearing act. “I texted you a bunch yesterday, but you never said anything, I was starting to get a little worried here.”

“Oh, sorrryyyy, I was babysitting for my cousin allll day yesterday, and, like, most of today. Alkim picked me up and we… hung out, had s-some drinksss… hehe…” She tried and failed to hide her grin behind one hand like a trashy geisha, and tottered off-balance until Alkim caught her and helped the very faded girl to the other couch, perpendicular to Vicky's.

Alkim put his backpack on the coffee table and sat down beside Mikaella, “I took her to see the other place.”

Mikaella leaned onto his shoulder, “And I looooved it! I can’t wait to move in!”

“Shhhh,” He silenced the drunk girl with a finger over her lips, “We’re trying to keep that under wraps for now, remember?” Unlike her, he seemed completely sober. That struck Vicky as odd: it wasn’t like him to completely abstain when other people were getting fucked up around them. Then again, he drove back. He’s probably just being a responsible designated driver.

Mikaella looked like she was trying to suck on that finger until he pulled it away. Only then did she seem to process what he’d said. “Ohhhh, yeahhhh,” She nodded a bit too vigorously, “because of the B-I-T-C-H. Got iiiiiit. My lips are sealed. Ziiiip.” Mikaella wiggled herself into the fake leather until she was lounging back on the couch with her legs propped up on the armrest closer to Vicky.

Oh, so she knows about the house. Does she also know he fucked Ania? Vicky couldn’t be sure, but that wasn’t her secret to reveal.

Alkim jumped back to his feet. “Alright, be right back, just gonna take a quick shower first, then it’s all yours.”

Mikaella’s mouth opened, as if she was going to offer to join him, but instead she just said, “M’kay!”

“Good,” Vicky added, “last thing we need is man-stink on our clean furniture.” In point of fact, the furniture was far from clean, and Vicky’s nose couldn’t seem to get enough of his scent, but that wasn’t the sort of thing she was supposed to say.

He lifted his arm to check his pits and made a little face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, I’m going.”

Both women watched Alkim walk to the bathroom, taking off his shirt as he went, exposing those his surprisingly defined lats and obliques. Both women turned to face each other and promptly stopped biting their lips.

Vicky broke the awkward silence. “You ever notice how men are always saying they’re going to take a ‘quick shower’? What does that even mean? It’s always quick, that’s every shower for them.”

Mikaella’s mouth dropped open as if receiving a major revelation, “Waaaaait, that’s so trueeee! They DO always say quick shower!” The drunk—or high?—girl just laughed herself hoarse. “Fuck, I missed you sooooo much, Vickyyyy.”

“Me too, gurl.”

“You’re just sooooo niceee, and suuuper pretty!”

“Awww, thanks! I think you’re really pretty too! Have I told you how much I love your highlights? And your makeup, totally locked in that ABG look!”

“Thanks! But for real, you’re, like, sooooo pretty. You’re body’s, like, PWOW!” She mimed an explosion with her hands. “You’re like, the fucking gorgeous big sister I always wanted!”

“Aww! That’s so sweet!”

While Vicky was sure Mikaella had done a lot more than just “some drinks,” she wasn’t going to judge her for that, especially not after doing a bunch of coke. This could have been any conversation that one might have in the ladies room of a bar after a few drinks, right down to recursive loops of complimenting each other’s appearance. Until Mikaella broke that loop.

“I’m sorry I got so mad at you. I was being a cunt.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

Mikaella was looking away from Vicky, kicking her feet up and down. “Soooo, like, remember Saturday night, when you guys went out without me?”

“Oh.” Was she really that pissed about being left at home? “I’m really sorry about that.”

“It’s whateverrrr. I still gotta get a fake ID… Oh, but later I woke up at, like… three-ish?” She tilted her head, as if Vicky was supposed to fill in the correct time she woke up alone. When Vicky said nothing, she went back to her story, “And I was all, like, ‘Where are they? They should be back now?’ But then I heard something in Alkim’s room, and I got a lil’ scared, so I checked, and I saw you and Kate br-uuhhh sleeping. With him.”

“Oh.” Shit. “Wait, Mikaella, I can explain-”

Mikaella waved her off, rolling her head around on the couch as she spoke, “It’s fiiine now. I kinda freaked out, but then Alkim told me what happened. Like, how you had to get him home after he got roofied helping That Bitch…” She seemed to seethe in place for a long moment before her muscles relaxed and her gaze returned to Vicky’s. “But for real, thanks for carrying him back. I can’t believe you can do that. Seriously, he’s like, so fucking heavy. God, I can’t even, like, how? I wish I was that strong.”

Vicky sighed in relief. “Yeah, that was a two-woman job, good thing Kate dropped her hookup to help. I’m so sorry we freaked you out like that. I completely forgot that you two were together and-”

Mikaella’s eyes bugged out. “Wait, wait, wait! Who told you we’re together?”

Seriously? The girl was just talking about how jealous she got and thinks it's a secret she likes Alkim? “Uhhhh, no one, I just kinda figured it out.”

“When?”

“Friday.”

Mikaella found that hard to believe. “Seriously? Your FIRST day back?”

Vicky nodded.

“How’d you figure it out?”

Because it was really fucking obvious? Before Vicky left, they never used to hang out together or sit next to each other on the sofa. It wasn’t hard to notice the way Mikaella was always hovering at his side. Still, Vicky hadn’t really believed everything Alkim said about their relationship; infatuation was one thing, obsession was quite another.

Now, Vicky doubted nothing.

It couldn’t have been more obvious they’d been fucking: the messy hair, the sweat-stained clothes, that persistent, dopey smile on Mikaella’s face. And then there was the smell. Good god. The moment they walked through the front door, Vicky caught an undiluted whiff of that musky, dude smell pouring off them in waves. It was the same scent she’d noticed from Alkim on Saturday night, strong enough to make her forget herself… It still clung to Mikaella, though it was much more endurable now that he’d left.

Vicky shrugged. “Just the vibes. I can always tell.” The only thing she couldn’t tell was why the ex-sugar baby wanted to hide their relationship. Did she think I would object? Try to break them up? Me? Seriously? Free-loving, anti-slut-shaming, nonjudgemental me? “Seriously, girl, you’ve got nothing to worry about from me. I’d never screw over a friend like that. Are you guys exclusive already?”

“Uhhhhh, not exactlyyy. Well, like, I’m exclusive with him. I don’t want anyone else. Blegh!” She stuck out her tongue, like other men were nothing but a bad taste in her mouth.

“Uh huh. But does he?”

“Hm? Does he what?”

“Does Alkim want to fuck other women?”

“Welll duuuuuh, he’s a guy.”

Not just a guy, a fuccboi supreme. “True, true, but that doesn’t mean you have to let him do whatever or whoever he wants.” Like our landlady… wait, what the fuck am I saying?

Fortunately, Mikaella seemed bizarrely unconcerned with that prospect. “I was pretty jealous when I thought he was fucking you and Kate that night. But then he told me about Ania… Oh shit, was that supposed to be a secret?!”

Oh, so he did tell her. “Nooo, no, you’re good. Me and Kate know about that already. It’s so crazy though, like I wouldn’t have believed him if I hadn’t copied the keys myself.”

“Ohhhh. Cool. Cool. Yeah, I don’t mind anymore. Kinda hard to call it cheating when he’s using that magic dick for good and stuff. Besides,” Mikaella checked they were still alone before lowering her voice to a whisper, “I don't think I could take care of him all by myself.”

Vicky lowered her voice to match, “What do you mean?”

Mikaella’s smile was full of warmth and wickedness. “Ohhhh my godddd, Vicky, you have, like, no fucking idea. It’s soooo fucking much, like every time with him. It’s like magic, but it's real. Y’know?”

Vicky did not know, because Mikaella wasn’t making any fucking sense. She tried to keep the ditzy girl on topic. “Are you saying you guys talked this out? A poly arrangement?”

“Uhhh, I guess so. Yeah.” Mikaella kept one leg propped up on the armrest, but left the other to dangle over the side, giving Vicky an unobstructed view of the absurd mess in between her thighs. Jesus! Is that… oh god, is that all cum? She tried not to look, but the smell kept reeling her back in like a fish on a line, and Vicky couldn’t bring herself to look away for very long. Luckily, Mikaella didn’t seem to notice, allowing Vicky to keep stealing glances every couple of seconds. Oh my god, it’s all over the couch!

This was even grosser than the time Kate sat down on Vicky’s bed without any panties on. She wasn’t sure which would be worse: watching Mikaella continue to leak all over the couch, or embarrassing the girl to death by telling her about said leak?

“Shower’s free,” Alkim called out.

“Comingggg!” Mikaella left in a rush to clean herself off, taking no notice of the disgusting mess she left behind, taking the choice out of Vicky’s hands.

Alkim poked his head out from the hallway. “Gonna get started on dinner. I’m thinking Hainan chicken rice. Should be ready in an hour.”

“Okay.”

He left to cook, leaving Vicky alone with the cum stain. Scratch that: it was more of a cum puddle. Fuck, how is there so much? Jesus fucking christ… She stared at it for way too long before realizing she should probably clean it off before someone sat in it and knocked themselves up.

Vicky grabbed some cleaning supplies from the hallway closet and set them all down on the couch next to the offending cum puddle. She’d never seen so much cum in one place: it could have filled a fucking shot glass. Jeeeezus, I guess that’s what she meant about keeping up with him. Fucking magic dick…

Without ever intending it, Vicky had dropped to her knees in front of the couch. The smell was so much stronger up close: she could practically see the fumes rising from the puddle, overpowering every other scent in the room. It was musky, sweet, yet strangely complex. Her face kept getting closer, as if those last few inches were getting in the way of… she didn’t know what. Fuuuucking hell, it's soooo… white! She tried to remember if that was the sperm she was seeing, or if they were supposed to be invisible. There had to be a fuckload of them in a load the fucking size of this. And that’s only the part that leaked OUT of Mikaella’s pussy? Holy fucking shit, someone’s gotta teach this girl about pads, or teach that boy about condoms… First thing’s first: gotta clean up this mess.

She looked at the cleaning supplies. What do you even use to clean up this much cum? This wasn’t exactly her first time cleaning cum off a couch, but she was pretty sure paper towels just kinda pushed it around. Plus, she didn’t want to use the wrong product and risk ruining the couch, even if it wasn’t real leather.

Is it too thick for paper towels? Curiosity got the better of her. Slowly, tentatively, Vicky dipped her coke nail into the puddle. It was shockingly thick; thicker than a man’s load had any right to be. And even more powerfully fragrant up close.

Animated by habit, Vicky closed one nostril, brought the soiled nail to the other, and snorted that droplet off her finger before she knew what the fuck she was doing. She felt it in her sinuses almost instantaneously, a burning ember of desire and manliness and pure sexual power.

She needed more. Her head moved on its own, slurping up the puddle before feelings of confusion, embarrassment, or disgust had the time to reach her brain and stop her.

Oh goooood!

She was tonguing it, swishing it around, gumming it, absorbing all it had to offer. Her mouth seemed alive with a million flavors, only a few thousand being cum. There was only a trace of that chlorinated saltiness she’d expected. The rest was something else, something incomparably better, infinitely more tempting. Faint notes of Mikaella’s pussy had mixed in, like how aged casks improved the flavor of whisky. She wanted to savor it, but she couldn’t seem to prevent her tongue pushing it back and swallowing it down. Seconds later, she felt the real head rush: a fucking mondo, tubular wave of dopamine crashing into her brain and her clit simultaneously. It was stronger than the best coke of her life. Stronger than the best sex. Stronger than the sound of every boyfriend and girlfriend she’d ever had singing “I love you” in an eleven-part harmony.

Ohhhhh! Myyyyyy! Goddddd!

Her left hand let go of the paper towels and nearly ripped the button off her jeans to get under her panties. From zero to strumming her clit like a guitar in less than a second. She went off like a firecracker, flying just under the radar only because her teeth were clenched too tightly for any sound to escape her. Vicky needed more. She jilled-off like that; one hand at her pussy, one squeezing her tit, while her eyes scanned the living room in search of another drop, another dose, but she couldn’t find it. Whatever was left would be lost forever after Mikaella’s shower. What a waste! She might have cried if she weren’t still experiencing the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Eventually her heart slowed, her pussy relaxed, and once the madness passed she couldn't believe what she’d just done.

AAAAHHHH!!! What the fuck is wrong with me???

She buttoned up her pants and bolted to her room before anyone could see her like that. She had to clear her head somehow, but she couldn’t stay here. The dildo was right there on her bed, and she didn’t trust herself not to start playing with herself again. She couldn’t go to the kitchen either because Alkim was there, and she couldn’t trust herself not to say or do something she couldn't take back.

Kate? Yes! The one person who never wants to talk about dicks!

She ran out of her room and went straight for Kate’s. The door was closed, but Vicky could hear drum and bass music coming from the other side.

Fuck it. Vicky knocked frantically.

“It’s open,” said Kate from the other side.

Thank god! Vicky slipped in, shut the door behind her, and took a deep breath. Just be cool. Don’t think about cum. “Hey girlll.”

“Hey.” Kate acknowledged her visitor without turning away from her PC. The insanely top-heavy goth was exploding out of her tank top, exposing as much cleavage as four Vickys put together, resting her enormous, veiny boobs on the desk.

Jesus, those fucking tits. How the hell can she even type like that?

Kate was so caught up in her work that Vicky had plenty of leeway to find out for herself. It seemed like she had to push her keyboard way out in front of her to type, and her boobs still covered her elbows. Each keystroke sent little mesmerizing tremors through those acres of pale titty.

Vicky eventually stopped staring and sat down on the edge of Kate’s bed. “Working on something?”

“Yeah, coding a website.”

“Nice.” That explained the unreadable mess of letters and numbers on the screen. “Another freelance job?”

“Yup. quick and dirty. Just a basic photo and video hosting site.”

“Cool, cool.”

“Beats Karaoke for sure.”

“I’ll bet.” Vicky caught a glimpse of a skinny Asian girl with pink highlights in a very slutty outfit on Kate’s screen, and it took an embarrassingly long time for her to connect those dots. “Waaaaaiiit, is this the website for Alkim and Mikaella?!”

Kate blushed. “Oh… yeah. I didn’t think you knew about that.”

As of two minutes ago, I officially know too fucking much about them. “Alkim told me about it Saturday night. Isn’t that fucking crazy? I still can’t believe it.”

“Really? No shade, but it seemed like the logical career trajectory for Mikaella’s whole life. At least now she doesn’t have to touch any gross old white guys.”

Harsh, but true. “Well duh. I meant it’s crazy for Alkim.”

“Oh, right. Yeah. I mean, I thought so at first, like he wouldn’t even let me tag him in party pics. But he keeps his head blurred or out of frame, so all he has to do is hold a video camera, get his dick sucked, and do the bare minimum of video editing. I’m not exactly an expert in men, but I’m pretty sure any guy would sign up for that. Like, I wouldn’t mind getting paid while some girl eats me out.”

“Huh. Well, when you put it that way…” He’s doing a lot more than getting his dick sucked, that’s for damn sure… “Wait, how do you know the way he shoots porn?”

“I never said that.” Kate refused to meet her eyes. “He must have told me.”

Oh my god. “You’ve seen his videos?!”

“Ugh! No! Barf! Blegh! I just clicked through, only played a few seconds!”

“Gasp! Kate!” This was the last thing she would have expected from her lesbian housemate.

“Hey! I’m making their website! I had to make sure the files were embedding! That’s it!”

Vicky couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Okay, okay! Chill out! Nobody’s accusing you of anything.” Oh! My! God! She totally fucking watched it!

They stood in silence for a bit. Vicky’s imagination couldn’t help but fill in the blanks with scenes of those two fucking. Primal, hardcore, ball-slapping sex, absurdly massive creampies, impossibly tasty cum painting Mikaella’s womb white, pure ecstasy on her cutesy face as she scarfed it all down in front of the camera…

The curvy Korean unclenched her thighs and looked back towards Kate. “Sooo was it good?” asked Vicky.

“Huh?”

“Their porn, is it any good?”

“I told you, I don’t watch that shit. Not into the whole boy/girl… thing.”

“Uh huh. Sure. Like, you aren’t even just a teensy bit curious?”

Kate cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. Vicky wasn’t sure if the resulting titquake was intentional or just something Kate’s body did from now on. “Are you?”

Very. The taste on her lips kept pulling her back in. Vicky needed to know. She needed to see the real thing in action.

Kate was looking right at her, arms crossed in her lap, tits covering half her elbows. Just waiting. Waiting for her to say it. Almost like she was expecting this.

Vicky could think of a million reasons why she shouldn’t do this. Alkim and Mikaella were housemates, friends, Alkim was like her little brother and Mikaella her sister, this was an invasion of their privacy as a couple, she had no right, this was weird pervert behavior, et cetera, et cetera.

A million reasons not to. Only one reason to go through with it. One very big and impossibly tasty reason.

Vicky swallowed her pride and asked. “... Can you send me the link?”

Kate grinned and sent her the link.

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