Heatwave

Heatwave Chapter Four (NC-17)
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The library was almost empty in the early afternoon despite
the fact it was supposed to be an open clinic for college
applications and research. In the corner near the encyclopedias that
had been outdated since two presidents before, someone snuffled with
a summer cold and pored over their applications to some school and,
in the back, near the AV room, someone giggled. Amanda sighed and
closed her book with a resigned thud, tempted to just give up and
call her dad to pick her up. She was bored, tired and depressed, in
no mood to sit there and fill out applications for schools she had no
desire to attend. The giggle sounded again and Amanda frowned. The
librarian had wandered off some time in the past hour and was nowhere
to be seen, leaving the bare handful of students alone to their own
devices. "Some fucking workshop," she muttered to herself, standing
and shoving her books and half finished applications into her bag.
She had two hours to kill before her parents came to pick her up and
she was not about to spend them sitting there. The AV room at least
had computers she could check her email on and maybe goof around on,
since it was not technically a school day and they were not
technically being supervised.
The door to the AV room was closed but the lights were on.
Weird, she thought. Maybe the librarian is on lunch in there or
something… She set her bag down on the table holding the printer
bank and stood on her toes to see through the window in the door. At
first, she saw nothing more than an empty room with the two rows of
computers, one down either long wall, and the corral of
television/VCR units along the short wall in the back of the room.
Kitty moved past the door suddenly, making Amanda reel back, almost
tripping over her own feet. She steadied herself and peered back in
the window. Kitty was backing away from Kurt, giggling. So that's
who it was…Geez, can't they keep their hands each other? She felt a
hot annoyance spread through her veins, annoyance both unreasonable
and scarring welling up within her. She had told herself for almost
two years that she was over Kurt, even after Paolo broke things off
with her. She told herself that she was happy that Kurt was happy,
that she actually could like Kitty one day and not think of her as a
ditzy, pseudointelligent computer geek who showed too much skin in
her short tops. And as she stood there against her better judgment,
knowing she was seeing something that should not only remain behind
more private closed doors than this but also something that would no
doubt torment her as she tried to sleep every night for the next
several months. She bit her lip as Kurt pulled Kitty into his lap,
sitting in one of the chairs set along the computer tables. Kitty
said something to him that Amanda could not hear but whatever it was,
he seemed to like exceedingly. She could not quite tell what they
were doing for a moment, then she remembered Kitty's powers. The
other girl was shifting, arranging herself to face Kurt, clasping fin fingers behind his neck. Amanda felt a spike of lust course through
her body to settle between her thighs, making her shiver slightly in
the cold library. Kurt was busily pushing Kitty's top up, exposing
her braless state to his seeking tongue. Amanda barely stifled her
groan as she watched him nip and lave Kitty's pale, rose crowned
breasts. She knew all too well what it felt like for him to do that
and the very idea made her ache with need. Kitty was moving steadily
and carefully against him, a bit of deft maneuvering on her part
negating the need to remove their clothes. Amanda glanced around and
found herself utterly alone except for the couple in the AV room.
Well, she thought, why not? Her fingers slid past the waistband of
her shorts and underwear, seeking the source of her discomfort. She
was wet enough that her fingers slipped inside easily, if somewhat
awkwardly due to her position. Kitty had thrown her head back and
was moving with great enthusiasm, her breasts bouncing enticingly
before Kurt. Amanda rubbed the spot at the apex of her sex with her
thumb while plundering her petaled flesh with her fingers, her body
shaking with the illicit lust coursing through her. Kitty's cry of
release was all it took to send Amanda to her own end, gasping and
bucking her hips against her fingers. She hated Kitty in that
moment. She hated her for all she was and all she had, most
obviously Kurt. Even as the shuddering desire faded, Amanda was
flooded with jealousy, which made her angry more with herself than
with Kitty. I have never been as happy as I was with Kurt… She
chose to ignore the prickling of her conscience, reminding her of
Paolo and the fact that Kurt would never look twice at her again…
Movement in the room made her jump, panicking. They were rearranging
themselves, trying to look as if they had not been up to anything at
all in the privacy of the AV room. Kurt bent forward to kiss Kitty
thoroughly, giving Amanda a chance to hide herself.
"Wait a few minutes," he said quietly as he opened the
door. "I'll meet you at the flagpole."
"Okay," Kitty responded from within the room. "Love you."
Amanda rolled her eyes where she stood behind the old card
catalog case. She could practically hear the treacle in their
voices. The door shut and she heard Kurt's footsteps fading away. Of
course he wouldn't port, she thought. That'd be the last thing they
needed, him popping up in the parking lot next to the coach or
something… She stepped out from behind the case and went to get her
bag, the moisture between her thighs a distraction as surely as the
slightly sticky remains of her orgasm on her fingers. She paused at
the door to the AV room as she grabbed her bag, feeling more than a
little dirty in a not good way. She looked in again to see Kitty
tapping away at the keyboard of the computer nearest the door, a
slight smile on hershedshed face and her hair a little mussed.
Without knowing quite why she did it, Amanda found herself opening
the door and stepping inside quietly, letting it shut with a soft
thud. Kitty's head snapped up and for one moment, she looked guilty
before her face rearranged itself into lines of pleasant
boredom. "Hey," she chirped. "I didn't know you were coming up for
the workshop… Kind of a bust, huh? I'm surprised they even let Kurt
and me come up since we're homeschooled now…"
"Shut up," Amanda snapped. "You talk too much!"
"What?" Kitty recoiled visibly, blinking at the harsh tone.
Her fingers tightened on the edge of the desk as if she were trying
to hold herself back from striking.
"You talk too much," Amanda repeated, stepping
forward. "You're too cute, you're too smart, you're too damned nice
and you talk too much." She was walking as she talked, stopping when
she was within inches of Kitty's face as the other girl stood. "And
you are too fucking lucky."
"Get out of my face," Kitty warned in a low tone. "Or so help
me God I will hit you."
"You have a perfect life, you know that? Yeah, I know all
about the trouble with your parents but you know what? That doesn't
even count. You're cared for, you're happy, you land on your feet
every damn time and you have Kurt."
"Whoa," Kitty said, holding her hands up in a warding
gesture. "I thought we were good here…"
Amanda could not help herself for a second time in less than
an hour. Kitty's lips were still swollen from Kurt's kisses and her
nipples were obviously hard in her thin t-shirt. She reached out and
gripped Kitty's upper arms tightly, pulling her to roughly into an
embrace. Kitty squeaked and struggled briefly but did not p out out
of Amanda's grasp as she sought entry into her mouth with the tip of
her tongue. Amanda sighed as Kitty stopped fighting her and accepted
the kiss, though she did not return it immediately. Amanda fancied
she could taste Kurt's kisses on Kitty's tongue, the idea of which
made her moan softly. Kitty gasped into her mouth as Amanda palmed
her breasts, finding her nipples and pinching. She tugged on the
sensitive flesh and Kitty moaned in return, logic apparently losing
to already-roused hormones. Amanda found herself thinking, if she
could not have Kurt, at least she could have Kitty. Even once, just
tasting her, feeling her move and hearing her cries, taking her as
Kurt had… She broke the kiss reluctantly and was absurdly pleased to
hear Kitty whimper. "Unzip your pants," she ordered hoarsely,
working on her own zipper. After a moment's pause, Kitty complied,
dropping her jeans to the floor. Amanda smiled wolfishly; Kitty was
not wearing underwear. She pushed aside the thoughts that she had
never been with another woman nor had she ever wanted to be before
now. Instead, she took Kitty's wrist and pulled her down to the
floor, kneeling between her parted knees. Kitty was visibly shaking
and looked more nervous than could possibly be healthy, but still she
did not leave or even protest. Amanda felt hot and tense, images
flashing through her mind of what she had just seen Kitty do with
Kurt, of things she herself had done, even of Kurt at the pool party,
having his trunks pulled down by Lance. She thought ruefully that
that would mostly likely be the only time she ever saw Kurt naked as
her fingers trailed up the inside of Kitty's thighs. The other girl
was obviously wet, the pink flesh of her sex aching for touch.
Amanda tentatively bent to press a kiss to the inside of Kitty's
thighs before moving further, kissing the rough curls covering her
sex. Kitty whimpered again and lifted her hips slightly. Amanda
licked her lips and inhaled slowly, wondering what it meant that she
was so turned on by the sight of Kitty, naked and wet and open
before her. The first taste of Kitty's sex on her tongue was
surprising, the feeling of the soft, silken flesh intoxicating.
Amanda shivered and began lapping at the other girl in earnest,
trying to do to her as she would love to have done to herself. She
nibbled and licked, suckling on her nether-lips before drawing on the
bud of her sex, making Kitty writhe and moan. Amanda's own desire
was building to the point she was in near pain, her body begging for
release. Reluctantly, she stopped her oral ministrations and rose to
her knees. "I think I need a little compensation," she said sweetly,
leaning back, stretching her legs out and resting on her elbows.
Kitty sat up, looking startled. Her face was red and sweaty,
her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "You mean…
like what you did?"
"Yes," Amanda said patiently. "Just like that… And maybe
you can finish yourself while you're at it." She had no idea where
this bold streak had come from but she liked being that way. She
spread her legs a little further apart and raised a brow at Kitty.
After a hesitation that seemed to stretch forever, Kitty nodded and
leaned forward, coming onto all fours. Amanda closed her eyes and
nearly cried out at the first touch of Kitty's mouth on her sex. The
other girl was uncertain, taking tiny lap at aching flesh, teasing
more than relieving. Reaching down, Amanda wrapped her hand in
Kitty's ponytail and held her still while raising her hips,
undulating to show her what she wanted. Kitty seemed taken aback at
first, but was quickly nibbling and licking Amanda like she had been
doing it for years. Letting go of the ponytail, Amanda let herself
fall back, her hands comingto pto pinch and tug at her own nipples.
She moaned as Kitty found a particularly wonderful way to lick at the
bud of her sex, sucking and nibbling and flicking her tongue across
the sensitive flesh. Her eyes flew open as a soft shuffling noise
sounded behind her. Kurt stood, staring down at them, his pants down
to his knees and his tail and hand working frantically at his stiff
length. Amanda's mouth fell open in an O of surprise, but neither
she nor Kurt moved to stop Kitty's attentions. Amanda felt the first
shudderings of her release start and she was instantly upset. She
wanted it to last forever.
Kitty slipped two fingers into Amanda's sex, pumping them in
and out slowly at first, then more quickly as her own desire built.
Amanda mewled loudly, choking on a moan. Kurt seemed to take this for
some sort of signal, abandoning his own personal attentions and
stepping out of his jeans quickly. The part of him not covered by
the holo was defiantly blue compared to the pale flesh tones of his
arms and face. Kitty did not even know he was there until he knelt
behind her, then she tried to stop, her shriek of surprise and
embarrassment muffled against Amanda. Kurt simply, gently, pushed
her back to her task at hand, positioning himself behind her before
entering her for the second time that day. Amanda could not stop the
loud moan that escaped her throat as Kurt began to move within Kitty,
causing the girl between her thighs to press against her tender flesh
in new and interesting ways. With each thrust, Kitty began licking a
little harder, her fingers moving a little deeper and faster,
twisting within Amanda's center to make the prone girl writhe with
pure pleasure. Kurt's groans joined her loud ones and Kitty's
muffled ones, his climax nearing quickly. Amanda arched her hips as
her end came, her body convulsing and feeling as if molten honey
coursed through her veins. She shuddered with divine lassitude,
unable to even stop Kitty's nibbling and sucking no matter how
painfully wonderful it felt on her sensitive flesh. Kurt's gruff
growl and hissed invectives signaled his own end, thrusting one last,
long time into Kitty's sex as she finally pulled away from Amanda,
panting her release in counterpoint to Kurt's. Amada let her head
fall back on the carpeted floor and tried to catch her breath. She
did not feel guilty or even bothered by what had just happened. She
just felt… empty.
The sound of the air conditioner kicking on woke her up. She
rolled onto her back in her sweat-soaked sheets and sighed. She hated
dreaming, she hated the truths they told and the lies that comforted
her in them. It was only, she counted, seventy days until she left
for Italy. She could avoid both of them until then…