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“ I know!” Exclaimed Benny, throwing his hands down hard upon the pillow “Why don’t we play strip poker?”
The boy's beaming smile was met only with five pairs of questioning gazes.
“This isn’t a party, Ben,” whispered Wendyl with a nervous laugh. He knew he’d played no part in the inappropriate suggestion, though he still felt responsible for his friend.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Ben rolled his eyes at the four girls taking turns on the video game. Hanging out with Star, Kylie, Cartman and Kelly hadn’t exactly been his first choice of action.
“It’s a snooze fest, that’s what it is!” Yet he should be grateful to be here. Hanging out with Benny hadn’t exactly been Star, Kylie, Cartman and Kenny’s first choice either.
“He’s got nowhere else to go!” Wendyl had pleaded earlier that day. “All the boys are going to Carrie’s party tonight“ Kelly interjected with a mumbled “What party?!” but was ultimately ignored. “He’s just been so out of it after the breakup; he needs comfort,” The group looked hesitant, especially Kylie who’d always found the fuckboy annoying, but Star had of course agreed, therefore forcing the rest of the girls to abide since they were staying at her place.
So here they were, trying to entertain a very much not -out-of-it Benny. A choice they were beginning to regret; in his newfound single hood he’d jumped at the chance to create sexual tension. He was the only one, however, considering the rest of the group were closely knit female friends. Or well… not the only one.
“Hell yeah!” Kelly had immediately agreed, to no one’s surprise. Stevens tried to flash a charming smile and grabbed the cards, seating himself on a pillow next to Kelly on the ground.
“Alright, Star and I will go hang out downstairs,” Wendyl rose with an apologetic smile before protectively grabbing onto his girlfriend. “You guys have… fun ,”
“Come down and tell us when it’s time to sleep,” Star elaborated.
“Wait!” Kylie screeched, but the door had already been shut, sealing her fate.
“Heh, really Kylie?” Erica spoke up from where she sat, her pink lips stretched into a smug smile. “I mean I knew you were a frigid prude but-“
“I’m not prude, fatass!” She turned around with a snarl, her coily, red hair exaggerating the movement with a bounce. She usually kept it braided and hidden in her ushanka, but she felt comfortable enough to let it out on sleepovers. She didn’t care about Cartman idiotic opinions on the matter. “What, you can’t seriously mean that you want to play strip poker with Benny ,”
“Hey!” Benny protested with a pout.
“Why not, you dyke,” She slid down to sit next to Kylie on the floor, joining the game circle “Afraid to see naked men?”
“ You’re the dyke for wanting to watch Kelly get naked!” Kylie shot back unsurely, her face a flustered pink.
“Whatever, you go down and watch Star and Wendyl make out by the fire then. I’m stripping,”
“Ew,” she commented, almost automatically. Cartman had a point though, maybe this was better than third wheeling for the rest of the night. Besides, she was good at poker so there was no real risk.
She did not want to see Cartman strip, but that was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
“Fine,” She threw her head back and heard Ben let out a woop. Creep.
-
The game started out fairly tame, each lost bet resulting in one clothing article (of own choice) being removed.
Benny had already removed his shirt, way ahead of the others. Kelly a close second with her parka, shoes and socks taken off. Though Ben’s enthusiasm earlier suggested an experienced player, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
Kylie and Erica were quite evenly matched, both having lost but a shoe or jacket. While Kylie used her perception and intellect, Erica equally thrived with her outstanding pokerface and manipulation. Worst of it all was the shiteating grin she wore through thick and thin, it made Kylie want to bet more and more against her. Of course she realised it was another one of Erica’s tactics, though did she really care? Kylie would do anything, even humiliate herself, to wipe that stupid grin off her face.
Fuck. She sounded like Cartman mid scheming.
“Welp, there goes my pants,” was what inevitably brought Kylie back to reality. Ben didn’t seem too bothered, slowly unbuckling his oversized belt.
“Dude, you can just take off your belt,” Kylie deadpanned, but Benny only shrugged carelessly and continued dragging down his jeans until-
Tell me why, ain’t nothing but a heartache! Rang a vibrating tone throughout the room. A flashing phone crashed down onto the floor as Ben frantically looked for it, having placed it in his pants pocket.
“Shit!” He let out once he got the phone in his grasp, the lit up screen showing a very familiar name. “It’s Clara!”
The room looked unimpressed, save for Kelly who seemed to wilter at the words.
“Man, what do I say?? Does she want to take me back? No, I’ve got to ignore her for at least a little while. She’s got to earn my attention,” He started pacing now, still ignoring the shaking phone in his hand. “I mean I don’t know if I should even let her be my girlfriend again, I really deserve better and…” He walked out the door in his rant, a wise choice to go down to Wendyl and compassionate Star, considering no one in this room gave a fuck.
“Weak!” Kelly exclaimed, borrowing Cartman’s vocabulary. That was actually one of Kylie’s biggest fears by the way, that hanging out with Erica so much had its side effects. That she’d wake up one day as Henry Turner; fat, zitty, bitchy and completely, utterly fucked by Cartman.
As if she wasn’t fucked by her presence enough as it was.
“What?” Kylie questioned “It’s honestly kind of funnier without him,”
“What?! No! I wanted to see some dick, that’s why I was playing!” She whined, dressing herself again piece by piece. Throwing her socks on like a passive aggressive toddler “Not cool! I’m out of here,” The parka once again muffled the words.
She had reached the door when she suddenly stopped, turning back to display her raised eyebrow, barely visible behind the fluffy hood or the equally fluffy, blonde wolf cut.
“Wait, what were you guys playing it for?” She inquired.
“Because I didn’t want to thirdwheel ‘Stendyl’ down there,” Kylie rolled her green eyes.
“Dick,” Cartman answered simultaneously.
Kelly didn’t look impressed, simply nodding slowly as if to satisfy an insane person talking about their delusions. She then shut the door on her way out.
This leaves only Kylie and Cartman in the room.
“I’ll never understand why you guys are so horny for veiny meat,” Kylie commented as she leaned back against the bed.
“Yeah, that’s because you’re a fag,” Though Erica sounded slightly unsure, as if she didn’t have a better insight on Kelly’s horniness.
“I’m not a fucking fa-! You know what, I’m going down too. There’s no way I’m continuing this game with just the two of us,”
“What’s the matter? Too turned on?” She teased.
“You are disgusting,”
“Wait!” Erica startled her as she too had begun to stand up.
“Why? You wanna continue??” Kylie asked with narrowed eyes, sitting back down on the floor.
“I’m sure there’s an orgy down there, Kyalie” Erica whined “Don’t join it and leave me all alone up nyehr,” Kylie only raised an unimpressed brow and started to move again but immediately stopped in her tracks once Erica smugly added “Oh, and loser has to give the winner 20 bucks,”
“Alright, let’s play,”
-<3-
The game continued in the same competitive way, with Erica breathing down Kylie’s neck. It worried Kylie, as she’s been needing to strip down quite a lot too by now; it wasn’t the easy win she’d prepared for.
She’d always thought she could read Erica, she’d always been able to before. Of course Cartman was the unreadable , constantly doing her paranoid mental gymnastics to jump to conclusions conspiracy theorists couldn’t ever compare to. Yes, Erica was unpredictable; but if there was someone who could come close to solving her, it was Kylie. She’d spent her whole childhood with the jackass, constantly trying to get the upper hand and stop Cartman’s ridiculous schemes. Spending each day bickering at the bus stop, the bus, classroom, cafeteria, hallway, Cartman’s house, Kylie’s house… everywhere for as long as Kylie could remember. There hasn’t been a single day since she was THREE years old that she’d been free from Cartman’s tormenting presence and she couldn’t even imagine what a life without the fatass would be like. Calm , probably.
She supposed poker was different, though. It was Erica’s element, a game of deception and trickery. Erica was exceptionally good at it because she wasn’t hiding anything but a set of cards behind that stony face. No emotion in her eyes, no crack in her voice. It was impossible to beat her.
Maybe she should be glad that this wasn’t an easy win. That would mean subjecting herself to a naked Erica before she had any time to mentally prepare herself.
Kylie was currently down to her T-shirt and pants (and her underwear beneath), the next item removed had to be either, and that sobered her enough to take this seriously. Erica on the other hand, was currently on the winning end (because she’d had more clothes to start with and they’d foolishly forgotten to check at the start).
“You know that’s cheating, right?” Kylie commented bitterly as Erica carefully freed her second pigtail, throwing the scrunchy in their pile of clothes.
The woman looked at her innocently, with her big eyes and pouting lips, tapping her painted under lip in faux ignorance.
“Why, Kyalie,” She said with a matching buttered up voice, tone a slight octave higher and Kylie hated the way it almost sounded… cute . Of course that was the point of it, Kylie wasn’t that gullible, yet it shouldn’t have any effect on her. “I’m playing by the rules aren’t I? I’m stripping” She motioned to the pile.
“Taking a hair tie off is not stripping!”
“Woah, so eager, Kylie! Well, now we’re on the same page; we have an equal amount of clothes left. Do you not believe in equality, Kylie?” Kylie turned to her in anger, ready to shoot back a response. But there was something about Erica that made the words die in her throat... She hadn’t been looking properly at Erica during the conversation, only now could she see the way her freed hair framed those chubby cheeks. The well kept hair barely reached down to her shoulders, though it still managed to tickle her collarbone as she sat. It was a rare sight, as it was usually styled in two childish pigtails, not to mention covered by her hat.
“Just shut up and play, fatass!” She barked. Though it didn’t sound anywhere near intimidating. It was clear as day that she was out of it.
But why? Why was she out of it?
She couldn’t say that the panicky feeling inside her was something new. The way adrenaline injected itself right into her heart, making it beat dangerously fast. The way her throat closed up and her breath hitched. The way she felt each and every time Cartman and her had wrestled on the floor.
Then, once again: Why? Sure, Cartman was annoying as always, but Kylie wasn’t mad at her this time. She’d felt a warm, buzzing feeling all night.. So why did she suddenly get the intense desire to tackle Erica onto the floor?
What was wrong with her?
“-lie? Kylie?! Goddammit, Kylie!” Cartman ruthlessly interrupted her zone out.
“Huh?”
“Strip,” Erica informed casually, pointing down at the hand Kylie had just lost (not surprising considering her spaced out state).
“Fuck!” Kylie cursed between her teeth, knowing damn well that she had no other choice but to remove her jeans. So she did, stripping down to her panties and shirt, well aware of Erica’s gaze on her the entire time.
Why was she doing that? Was she judging Kylie’s skinny body? Her lack of hips, the hidden freckles peppering her pale skin? Perhaps the lack of thigh, her stick legs did not do her body any favors…
Kylie waited for a tsunami of insults. But it never came.
“Alright, kewl,” Erica spoke up instead, voice slightly strained and wavering; an extremely rare occurrence. “I’m totally gonna win this,”
“You wish, tubby” Kylie shoved her friend jokingly, getting ready to destroy her as well.
-
“Hah! Told you!” Kylie smirked tiredly as she finally scored her bet.
It wasn’t fair though. Kylie had only been wearing jeans and a t-shirt in this dangerous round. Meanwhile, Cartman’s clothes consisted of a black jean skirt, a pair of pantyhose and a silky blouse (long since removed) over her admittedly cute tank top. She was currently down to her tank top, skirt and pantyhose.
The brunette whined at her momentary loss but began undressing herself nonetheless. Kylie’s smug grin widened.
That was until she noticed what exactly Cartman was planning on removing. Her tank top. Out of all possible things!
With fat fingers she slowly pulled the flexible fabric over her head. Kylie's breath hitched; she’d always been jealous of Erica’s chest. You see, Erica wasn’t just fat, she was curvy. With her big, infamous ass and unfortunately huge tits. The polar opposite of Kylie’s body, and she often found her eyes drawn to these more pleasant attributes, out of sheer anger and bitterness. To see her nearly bare breasts, Kylie doubted she could handle that.
Erica didn’t answer her silent prayer, however, her bust set free the second the top left her chest, bouncing slightly in recoil. She seemed unbothered by the nakedness, while Kylie couldn’t force her own gaping mouth to shut itself.
Two pink-tinted nipples were visible under the thinly laced bra, denting the fabric ever so slightly in their hard state. Kylie bit her lip and tried to look away, though her gaze only travelled back the second she relaxed her eyes; her vision fully obscured by the blurry mix of heavenly white laces and flushed skin.
She closed her eyes, though the image still haunted her, burned into her eyelids. Everything about Cartman was obnoxious, it shouldn’t be a surprise that even her body followed suit.
So Kylie tried to look at it from an objective standpoint. Simply inspecting her enemies' crevices in a way she’d never been able to do before. Observing how the chest rose and fell timedly at each breath with great interest, following the trail down to her chubby stomach, resting over the still clothed crotch.
Still clothed ... that was the thing. Erica had been able to choose any garment to take off following her latest loss. And yet, she’d chosen to flash her bra before even touching her pantyhose, the THIRD layer protecting her womanhood. Didn’t she realise the teasing transparency of the bra fabric? The pantyhose themselves were transparent, so what purpose were they serving? Kylie could already see each freckle, scar and platinum blonde hair.
That WAS weird though, wasn’t it? Why would she do that??
And it did not help diminish that aggressively odd feeling inside Kylie. In fact it only made it worse; surely it was physical too by now, her body matching the vibrant red of her hair.
She even felt a sort of anger directing itself onto the delicate, laced fabric . She wanted to rip i- WHAT? No?? Fucking intrusive, impulsive thoughts. God she was weird, Cartman would rip on her until the end of time had she known what she was thinking.
Erica didn’t seem to notice any creepy staring however, continuing to shuffle cards and taking advantage of Kylie’s dormant state. As Erica reached over to get the cards, her breasts nearly slipped out of the “cups”, pushing themselves up and out, truly revealing their size and softness. Her arm gently brushed up against Kylie’s, instantly giving her goosebumps.
Kylie further felt a beat, a thumping coming from… her crotch.
No… No, there was no way.
She wasn’t even a lesbian! She just felt jealous, right?! And impressed? ( Nice rack, Cartman! ) So why would she be aroused ? She didn’t even get wet from looking through Kelly’s porn stash for god's sake! She’d been close to identifying as asexual. So why did she get properly wet for the first time while she was staring at tits??
No, not just any tits. CARTMAN’S tits.
…She barely dared to think about it..
Yet it didn’t stop. She could actually feel her panties getting wetter and-
Fuck! She wasn’t wearing her jeans anymore!
“Kylie?” Cartman questioned, sounding genuinely concerned by her frenemy’s weird behaviour.
“ ‘M fine,” she mumbled, considering an escape to the toilet. And yet a disgusting part in the back of her brain didn’t want to leave the room. Why, even if she listened to the more logical side of her brain that screamed for her to run, Erica would think she bailed on her and insist that she paid her 20$.
“Alright…“ Erica sounded unconvinced but put her focus back into the game nonetheless. Though, it didn’t take long for her to lose another bet.
“Goddamnit!” She cursed, her eyes determined below her furrowed brow, she’d always been a sore loser… and winner.
“You gonna flash your tits now?” Kylie tried to joke.
“Huh??”
“Because… your bra?” She flushed at Erica’s blank stare “It’s transparent…” she explained. Cartman responded with a disbelieving, smug smile.
“Very observant, Kylie,” She teased and Kylie immediately lost whatever was left of her grin. “Maybe I should if you’re that insistent,”
“Like I’d want to see that!” She mimicked a strained effort to not vomit “Take off your skirt instead,” Kylie suggested, Erica’s eyes travelled down to her own bare legs, her visible panties, and she immediately regretted her words. If it would’ve been a different situation however, the scene would be quite comical.
Erica immediately blanked and turned pale at the sight before doing a total 180 colour switch as her blood travelled through her full cheeks.
“Did you pee your pants or…-?“
“No!” Kylie exclaimed. Though it might’ve been a good excuse, it was one far too humiliating. Not as humiliating as the actual reason her underwear was damp… but there had to be some way she could get out of this situation without destroying her reputation forever. Right??
“Oh…” Erica uttered, she was fairly sure Kylie’s pants weren’t stained when she first showed them. Could that then mean-? There was no other explanation, was there?
Kylie was ready to defend herself, but the woman said no more than that. It was quiet for a while until Erica folded her arms up behind her back, fumbling with something.
“The fuck are you doing, fata-“ her question was answered with a metallic snap.
The delicate, white fabric fell to the wooden floor as silent as a pin drop, but it was hard to miss its absence.
“Fucking dyke,” chuckled Cartman as she savoured Kylie’s expression. Taking a mental photograph she just knew she’d look back at tomorrow, the next day and the next; when their inevitable rivalry returned; when Kylie had her pinned to the ground, sitting on her stomach.
Kylie tried to look away. Not out of respect, but fear of what was happening right now; between her and Cartman, and within herself.
But it was as if Erica’s presence was taunting her, burning holes into the back of her head. And there was another matter that needed her attention.
“Back to the game, no?” Kylie decided to indeed get back to the game, keeping her gaze down at the cards instead.
This time Kylie deliberately tried to lose. Maybe it was better to be fully nude than see more pink tainted, soft skin exposed? She didn’t care about her 20$ anymore, her image was worth more than that.
Erica frowned slightly at her own win, losing the upper hand she played in this strange new dynamic; before an idea seemed to form.
“Why don’t I help with that,” Erica, bare chested, suggested as she leaned over while Kylie struggled to get the tight shirt off. Kylie felt she should slap the hand away, but found she was too preoccupied with keeping her cool. Besides, she didn’t want to. With her shirt finally off, she felt incredibly exposed.
Erica’s bare breast pressed up against her shoulder and she couldn’t take it anymore !
“Fuck off!” She grunted as she tackled down the large woman. Her hands squeezing around the others forearms tightly, pinning them above Erica’s head and holding her own weight up to tower over the defeated scum; and, before her brain caught up with her actions, she aggressively dipped down. The force at which their maws collided was like that of a headbutt, yet the plump lips cushioned the fall.
And Kylie fell over and over again, straddling the squirming woman below her who fervorously returned the kisses. She felt Cartman’s hands traverse up and down her back, caressing her neck just behind the ear and below the jaw. She took hold of Kylie’s waist, without warning commencing a counterattack. Maybe their days of WWE wrestling-turned-theatre paid off after all, Erica thought as she once again got the upperhand. Her attack?: Kissing every crevice from forehead to upper breast until finally meeting those coral lips. She thrust her tongue between them which earned a startled yelp from the ginger, though it wasn’t one of complaint. Instead Kylie started pulling Erica down against her and impossibly closer to her lips. Erica’s warm chest pressed against Kylie’s own, protected by a bra she ached to remove.
“How about we call it a draw?” Kylie panted out. She was finally able to properly take in Erica’s reaction; her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide. She looked as if she’d died and gone to heaven, complete with the absolute confusion and fear.
Erica let out a hum of agreement, shoving away the cards with one hand as Kylie helped her drag down the side zipper of her skirt. The dark jean fabric fell heavily to the floor, a contrast to the light bra from earlier, though it ironically enough seemed to match the current, more passionate moment; the time for shy glances and repression far behind them.
Well… not quite, but it was hard to come up with reasons to not kiss your rival when your brain wasn’t working. And when it felt so good .
Erica smelled slightly of vanilla and cinnamon, a scent reminiscent of a waft of baked goods once you enter a bakery. Yet kissing those glossy lips, who even tasted sweet (and not at all disgusting like Kylie had always imagined), wasn’t enough.
While Cartman was occupied with her delicate pantyhose (she could not afford to break another pair), Kylie ‘sneakily’ snapped open her own bra, immediately garnering the others attention. Erica’s turn and bug-eyed stare almost made her laugh, but instead she opted to kiss the fatass senseless.
“You really want to do this?” Erica asked doubtfully. Kylie studied the flushed woman in front of her, her silky hair uncharacteristically tussled, her body slightly tensed and quaking with a sort of restraint and best of all: the now apparent wet stain on her matching white-laced panties, telling Kylie she was just as aroused as herself.
“I do,” Kylie insisted. She didn’t know how or why ; but she knew that this is something she wanted and no amount of repression or denial could convince her otherwise, not in this blissful state. She showed her enthusiasm by scooting over to teasingly touch the other; tracing her inner thigh and the rim of her underwear until finally firmly pressing down upon the soaked area. “Do you?” Erica nodded feverishly, almost arching her hips into Kylie’s touch and moving a respondent hand up to the redhead’s chest. She cupped one of the breasts in her hand, fondling it lovingly. They weren’t big, fitting easily in the palm of Erica’s large hands, but they were perky and perfectly angular; a perfect match to both Kylie’s appearance and personality.
“Nghh,” Erica accidentally let out a moan as Kylie slid her fingers inside the laced barrier. Kylie, on the other hand, only let out a teasing laughter.
“Shut up,” Erica groaned. Deciding a joking shove wouldn’t be as sweet of a revenge, she devilish kissed the breast in her hand, letting her lips linger on the nipple. Kylie, satisfyingly enough, whimpered in response before she could stop herself.
And thus the battle began. Wide smiles spread across both girls' faces as they once again regained their competitive spirit.
The women seemed to wrestle again, Erica ultimately towering over Kylie. She toyed with the sides of Kylie’s briefs and, when receiving no complaint, slowly pulled them off. Kylie was now fully nude, only her long coils occasionally covering her chest.
“I win!” Cartman announced triumphantly, still wearing her own undies. “Hahahah man, I can’t believe your pubes are actually ginger,”
“Shut up! And we called it quits, jacka- ahh…nhng ” Kylie’s retort was interrupted by a sudden rub of her erect clitorus, body immediately going relaxed and limp like that of a marionette. The overworked woman had never felt such pleasure before. Sure, she’d masturbated. Though she was barely sure she’d ever done it properly; never using a toy or bringing herself to orgasm. This was partly, of course, cause of her previous suspected asexuality; she’d never been sexually attracted to that of which she masturbated to, and the experience solely relied on no-reason horniness and sensual stimulation.
This also meant that she’d never gone the full way with anybody before. She’d never felt someone’s finger pads against her breasts, against her clit. And certainly not someone she wanted to return the favour to.
She let out another involuntary sob, the sounds spilling out non stop as she felt an unfamiliar wetness against her vaginal lips. She could barely stay still, yet she couldn’t move, just about able to lethargically open her eyes. A brunette head was bobbing between her legs, skilfully working its way down her vagina and Kylie’s breath hitched as she felt the tongue press against her soaking opening.
Furthermore, Erica’s breasts were pressed up against Kylie’s sensitive inner thighs, and she could feel the other’s hardened nipples rub against them with her movement. One of Erica’s hands was holding onto the thigh as she vigorously fucked herself on the other. Kylie only now noticed the muffled pants of the brunette. Moreover, she just now noticed the absence of her panties.
“Th- ah -at’s cheatin’!” She whined, slightly tightening her thighs around her partner’s chubby cheeks. It only succeeded in creating a bigger cleavage.
“Well if you’re just gonna lay there and be a fucking pillow princess, I should at least get to pleasure myself,” Erica sulked as she popped up her head to say. She was frowning, though there was no sign of frustration behind those clouded eyes.
Kylie smirked and dragged the other close to her. A kiss on her plump lips, a kiss on her little button nose, her heavily smudged eyeshadow, her fat cheeks and -near nonexistent- soft jawline. She lightly pushed her over, intending to savour every last taste of her body.
While Kylie’s breasts were small, orange-tinted and perky, Erica’s were big, round and pinkish. Likewise contrasted Erica’s vagina. Kylie’s own was framed by trimmed, ginger hair and her labia was quite visible. Erica’s on the other hand was more closed off, slightly puffy or well… fat, and cleanly shaven, borderline waxed.
Erica looked up at Kylie with her expecting, heterochromatic eyes. Start from the top, end with the bottom , Kylie thought. Though Erica was already horny and impatient enough to start fingering herself, something Kylie could very well understand, she just had to make her wait a little. It was time to leave a mark.
Kylie may not have been very experienced -not that Erica was any better- but she did know a few things. She especially knew what love bites were, and she knew the perfect places to leave them on Erica’s body.
The woman latched onto the smooth skin like a leech, making Cartman laugh at the initial tickling and humour of it all. Though she quickly shut up as Kylie began kissing, sucking and occasionally biting her delicate body. She kept her cool, however, until Kylie neared more sensitive territory. Her neck, her thighs, her breasts; Kylie mimicked Erica’s earlier actions, caressing her bust in her hands (they did not fit), kissing them and sucking in around the areoles.
Cartman immediately took a sharp, shaky inhale, unknowingly letting out a pleading whimper. She played with Kylie’s voluminous hair, something she’d known she’d wanted for ages, while said woman explored her body.
Kylie stepped back to study her work, red marks now spread all over the ample chest, shoulders and neck. She licked the hardened bud and felt her pussy throbbing as Erica helplessly squirmed in pleasure and desperation.
“F-fuck, me,” she commanded. Kylie wasn’t in any better condition, so she immediately obliged. She lowered herself down to the glistening vagina and, not being able to stop herself, licked up and down to taste the excess fluid. She especially lapped at the clit before slowly pushing a finger into the opening. It was already well prepared and wet enough that it slid in like butter. So she added a second finger, and a third, picked up the speed. Erica moaned contently then, slamming herself down and pulling at Kylie’s long locks to drag her closer.
The inside was warm and wet, Kylie found herself briefly wishing she could feel it better. Though, knee deep in with most of her hand wasn’t a minuscule feat. She only wished her own arousal could be tended to.
“Wait,” Kylie said, desperate for stimulation of her own. She changed her position, standing up on her knees now with Erica’s thick thighs between them. She spread them, spreading her own as well, so far her pussy pressed up against Erica’s. She then started humping.
A wet, continuous sloshing sound joined the chorus of moans in the otherwise quiet house.
“Kylie…” Erica eventually moaned; and the pleading way her name was uttered motivated Kylie to pick up the speed.
“Kah- ah! Nghh, Ka-ahlie” Kylie caught the others lips, taking notice of the slight starstruck look in her eyes as they parted.
“Do you really - nh- do you really like me?” Cartman asked suddenly, almost making Kylie freeze and stop her steady thrusts.
“I- uh. Huh? ”
“Do you?”
“Now’s not thhe time,” She panted, slowing down to a stop, though shortly starting again once Erica insistently gripped her thighs.
“Ah- answer,”
“... Somehow … I just kno - mmh- know there are-,” The arousal was almost unbearable, a pressure building up. Now was not the time to think about such things, such confusing thoughts; memories and dreams resurfacing with newfound meaning. Had she always felt this way??
Now was not the time to think about it!
…
So maybe she shouldn’t.
Maybe she shouldn’t think for a while and just be honest .
“...-So many aspects of you that I like. And so many qualities.. that I know I should despise. But I can’t. And I don’t know why! I can’t explain why I’m impressed by them instead, why I value those rare moments when we actually get along, why we make such a good team that can accomplish anything together… why I like you. But I do, I suppose. That’s the only explanation”
“Now is not the time for one of your gay little speeches,” Kylie laughed unbelievably, though was quickly stopped as Cartman gave one final, smug thrust.
The last drop that made the chalice overflow. And thus made Kylie overflow with pleasure. An uniquely blissful cry was heard as Kylie orgasmed, squirting right into Erica’s pussy who very quickly followed suit. They both fell to the floor, bodies aching and buzzing as Kylie rode out her first orgasm.
“So… you like me” Cartman said smugly after a while of silence and panting.
“Shut up, you like me too,” Kylie was used to dealing with Erica’s childish ass.
“Do I?”
“Obviously, you’re obsessed with me,”
“So are you, with me,” She pointed out.
“Right. And I do also like you, as I’ve already admitted. So, your turn, fatass,”
“Finee,” She whined with a pout. Kylie placed a quick kiss on it, not that she needed any bribe “I do like you…”
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The group of tired teenagers had collectively sighed as yet another moan was heard from upstairs. A continuous thumping and several grunts had caught their attention quite a while ago, and the noises were yet to go away. Though they were all exhausted, pissed off and wanted to sleep in a proper bed/sleeping bags more than anything, they didn’t dare check the room.
“Are they seriously fighting right NOW?” Star had muttered for the umpteenth time that night. “Seriously, fuck them. I’m sleeping down here if I so have to,” The rest of the group hummed in agreement, too tired to do anything but pass out.
Though, as she began to drift off, Star couldn’t help but wonder how majorly Cartman must’ve fucked up this time; Her and Kylie had never fought that long before.