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“You're just so full of bullshit,” shouted Jayce with a smile hanging on her lips, her tipsy behavior showing after two beers.
Viktoria looked, at least, outraged, offended with the capacity of Jayce's mistrust after so many years of friendship. She sighed audibly, more dramatic than it should have been, frustrated by how impassive Jayce remained with the glass of beer between her lips. Viktoria herself was a mess of flushed cheeks by the time, and her head was already starting to feel a little dizzy
She barely knew how they had gotten to that subject. It may have all started with Jayce's gooning jokes, which Viktoria responded to with judgmental remarks. A "as if you've never done that before" was uttered, and promptly met with a deadly silence.
“Am I allowed to know why you can't believe in something so simple?” she asked with a slurred accent, caused after a few drinks to keep her friend's company.
“You really expect me to believe that you have never touched yourself? Or even let someone touch you? Please, V,” Jayce rolled her eyes, laughing softly in that mocking way that made Viktoria's heart flutter.
A mocking, breathy laugh escaped the zaunite, and she needed all her efforts to not blush even more by the topic. She wasn't strange with the ‘sex’ subject, but isn't every day you talk about your lack of sexual experiences with the woman you have a crush on. Viktoria was definitely lost.
“And what is weird about those facts? You are the Piltover's golden girl. It would be strange if you said you've never been kissed.”
“Considering that half of the campus is falling over your knees, I stand by what I said earlier: you're just full of bullshit, V,” declared Jayce with a convinced smirk.
Everything about her mannerisms exuded confidence: her legs spread as if the place were hers, the little smile that showed the gap between her teeth, and even the way she stared deeply into Viktoria's eyes, as if trying to read each of her secrets. Jayce was irritating in that respect, but that was exactly what made Viktoria fall more and more for her.
Viktoria shook her head, visibly bored for having to prove something so shameful. Why did she need to prove to Jayce that she was an inexperienced virgin? Isn't it something so obvious at this point? She never even saw herself as something sexual, to begin with.
“It's not possible that you truly think that I'm hiding a lot of lesbian experiences under my skirt,” she said with humor barely contained, unable to treat this situation as serious.
“I just think you're making fun of me. Maybe I can believe that you're still virgin, which isn't something to laugh of and I truly respect your decision,” explained Jayce, landing her beer on the coffee table, “But I can't believe that you've never touched yourself. That's simple.”
“Well, by growing up with a disability and studying like crazy, it never occurred to me the idea of masturbation. Moreover, it’s not like I have a line of wooers.”
“It is for those exact reasons that I cannot believe you. How you deal with all this shit and don't goon to retain stress? Deal with Heimerdinger?”
“Jayce, please, don't mention Heimerdinger when we're talking about masturbation,” Viktoria asked with a hand on her forehead, eyes closed in tiredness, “It seems impossible, but I really do deal with everything without anesthesia. You can see my phone history, and you won't find any porn.”
At that point, Jayce seemed to believe Viktoria's words more, even if reluctant to accept facts. It was something she particularly found amusing about her friend: even if there was concrete proof of something, she would still refuse to fully believe it, because that would mean accepting the situation. And, well, Jayce wasn't the best person to accept things as they are.
A good example of this is their whole childhood. Jayce had spent so much time believing in wizards and runes that it was utterly devastating to grow up and accept that they were nothing more than figments of her imagination. And Viktoria, like a good friend, didn't hesitate to comfort her in her own way, spending sleepless nights playing multiplayer videogames where they could both practice magic together.
She didn't care that the other children looked at them strangely for playing with magic and witches even in pre-adolescence, because only God and Ms. Ximena knew how happy it made Jayce. And, if Jayce were happy, Viktoria was happier. It was a universal consensus.
And above all, it seemed like magic to be able to make Jayce smile, so she didn't mind acting just a little.
“Well, scientifically speaking,” she started, in that tone that's half playful, half serious, that only a true scientist could achieve, “A good orgasm releases hormones that improves mood and relieve stress. As a friend, I genuinely recommend that you have one at least once in your life.”
Viktoria laughed softly, staring at Jayce with brilliant eyes like she was telling some joke.
“It's not like I knew how to do it anyway.”
Which wasn't a lie. As a scientist and a lesbian, Viktoria had in mind the potential of fingers in general. She used to find all the heterosexual and limiting talk men had about this sort of thing irritating, so it didn't take her long to do her own research just to have the pleasure of saying they were all wrong.
So, she technically knew how it worked, but all her theoretical knowledge only came after she was an adult.
Truly, growing up catholic and with a disability limited her from learning important details about her own body and sexuality. It's not as if her parents were conservative, since, when she was still alive, her mother was the first person to support her coming out of the closet, making it clear that she would love her regardless of any factor in her life, and that liking women didn't change anything about how she was perceived.
But, since childhood, there had been enough body aches and frequent trips to the hospital that Viktoria didn't even have time to think about why her heart pounded every time she play-wrestled with Jayce, when the girl (already bigger and stronger, even at that age) used to climb on top of her and immobilize her, until they both became too embarrassed to continue playing. In other words, she didn't have time for that, but obviously there was also a degree of internalized guilt involved.
When the priest at her church began condemning homosexuals during Sunday mass, her mother quickly found a church a thousand times more welcoming in their neighborhood, after quietly insulting him with nasty words she wouldn't dare utter loudly in front of Viktoria. But, like a child, this kind of idea kept nagging at her and wouldn't go away, and she already had enough flaws to deal with another one.
She used to pray and cry multiple times to start liking boys, but since nothing changed, she simply considered herself a lost cause and gave up praying. Instead, she began to beg God to help her with the pain in her leg — that pain that starts in the knee and goes up to the spine, and no medicine or prayer seemed to help.
As time went on, she simply swept the topic of 'sexuality' under the rug and began to focus on considerably more important things, such as her acceptance into Piltover's Academy and a job that would help with the costs of her education. What she didn't expect was that the subject would resurface years later, with Jayce not only coming out as a lesbian as well, but identifying as a butch.
She remembers seeing her friend crying and begging Viktoria not to hate her, and it broke her heart. How could liking girls be wrong in any way when the sweetest person she knew did it? Just imagining Jayce on her knees in church, praying with the same trembling voice as hers, begging to change this fact about herself, created an immense lump in Viktoria's throat.
So, from that day on, she dedicated herself to accepting her own sexuality, because only in this way could she make Jayce feel completely loved for who she was. Within months, she mustered the courage to come out as well, but only to those who mattered.
For Viktoria, her own identity had always been more of a technical matter. Just as people were right-handed, she was a lesbian, so a 'coming out' never seemed really necessary.
Unlike Jayce, who lived surrounded by unnecessarily beautiful girls (which already caused Viktoria enough insecurities), she never cared much about actually acting on her own desires. Jinx, her friend, said she was a "non-practicing lesbian", and instead of being offended, she simply accepted it as the absolute truth about who she was. How could she deny something so undeniable?
She never gave it much thought, and spent twenty-four years of her life without ever needing to lower her skirt in front of her laptop or install a dating app.
She obviously felt desire. Is there a way to not feel desire standing next to Jayce Talis? Her downfall began at sixteen, when Jayce started transitioning into finally being the butch she'd always been. She was happy for her friend, but it was nauseating to see the muscles forming after hours of effort at the gym, the piercings that were starting to appear and the baggy clothes.
She considers her eighteen years a test of endurance because, even after seeing Jayce's packer marking her shorts for the first time, she still hasn't succumbed to the worldly desires of simply putting her hands between her legs. Even with the pulsation in places she never explored, or the growing wetness every time she looked at the obvious bump on her jeans, she never gave in.
Returning to the present, that's why she obviously got shocked when she heard Jayce's response.
“I guess that I could help you.”
Viktoria barely had time to widen her eyes, her body too still from the shock to make any movement other than breathing. And even then, her breath remained held for a considerable number of seconds, to the point where she could swear she had forgotten how to do it.
Her cheeks, already flushed, managed to achieve an even more reddish color, and Viktoria know that she looked ridiculous at this point. All she could do was pray that Jayce wouldn't notice it amidst the haze of alcohol.
“You're drunk, but I don't like this kind of joke,” she huffed, her lips curling into a reaction that could only be described as a pout, “And anyway, I'm a lost cause. You can admit defeat, and I promise I won't even joke about it in the morning.”
Jayce shook her head, straightening her posture at the armchair in front of Viktoria. She had a restless look on her face, bordering on worry and anguish — just as she did when she wanted to help Viktoria more than anything, but was always prevented by her own friend.
“I would never joke about this subject with you, V. I know how serious you treat it, so I'm deadly serious when I propose it. I really want to help you to relax, even more so considering we have an important exam in a few weeks.”
Viktoria sighed, her face contorting in misery at the thought of that damned college exam. She had agreed to drink with Jayce in her own apartment to ignore what the future held for her, but she couldn't escape it forever, could she?
“See? You're anxious,” punctuated Jayce, “and I could help you with that. If I teach you how to do it, you can do it yourself and at least have somewhere to relieve some of your stress. This might just be a test of your tastes.”
Jayce truly had a worried look on her face, and damned be Viktoria for not being able to deny anything to her.
But she needed to be the better person in there, even if her panties were already wet with the way Jayce was looking at her.
“You're drunk, Jayce.”
“So are you,” she retorted, her tone and gaze so confident that Viktoria's spine trembled, “If you don't like it, we can stop immediately and I'll never bring it up again. Also, we can just blame alcohol.”
She didn't know if what led her to make her decision was her own excitement, the alcohol coursing through her blood, or simply Jayce. If asked, her brain wouldn't function well enough to formulate an elaborate answer, but the pounding between her legs seemed to answer any remaining doubts.
The fact was: Viktoria might be a virgin, but she definitely wasn't stupid. After years of pure yearning, why would she be so foolish as to refuse a little fun with Jayce? It wasn't nearly as good as what she truly wanted with the brunette, but it could serve as a form of solace for her patched heart. She could afford it after so many sleepless nights fueled by jealousy of her partner's companions, couldn't she?
Perhaps Jayce was right: Viktoria needed to relax.
And, above all, she trusted her partner enough to respect her boundaries. Jayce seemed more aware of Viktoria's limitations than she was herself, from the concern etched on her face when she noticed the zaunite had spent too much time on her feet to the issue of her social battery at events.
Jayce knew Viktoria, and Viktoria knew Jayce. And what could possibly go wrong if she allowed herself to be vulnerable to the piltovian for just one night, after she had allowed Jayce to see her most vulnerable side for as long as she could remember?
Then, she sighed.
“You want to help me, am I correct? Alright,” she dictated with feigned confidence, but her legs trembled as if she were a newborn deer.
After that, she adjusted her position on the sofa until she was lying on the upholstery, spreading her thighs until it was possible to see her underwear beneath her skirt. She was as obscene as a virgin in ruffled panties could possibly look.
Luckily for her, Viktoria had removed her brace moments before for greater comfort on her sofa, purplish halos encircling the entire length of her leg. She knew that, once drunk, she would fumble around trying to remove it, and she definitely didn't want to deal with the painful morning consequences — not to mention the hangover.
So, right now, it was a relief that she didn't need two extra minutes of embarrassment to remove her brace while Jayce watched her expectantly. Viktoria was so aroused she could die if she didn't have her friend's hands on her right now.
Jayce, however, rolled her eyes.
“You're not going anywhere like this.”
Without much difficulty, she lifted Viktoria as if she weighed nothing, and if she could be honest with herself for even a moment, the zaunite would say that this action alone made her trickle like a faucet. Then, she sat on the sofa with Viktoria between her legs, causing the latter to breathe awkwardly as she felt the pressure of her shapely thighs.
But that wasn't the most terrifying part for Viktoria's sanity; it was the constant pressure Jayce's cock was applying to her back without any shame. She could feel the shape, and if she'd been more drunk, she would have begged to end the test and get straight to the good part.
“God…” she gasped, her eyebrows coming together in sheer need. She was so close to having it that she could cry.
Her partner's thick, calloused hands moved toward her legs, spreading her thighs and taking due care of Viktoria's injured leg as if it were made of porcelain. The wetness in her underwear caused the thin fabric to practically stick in the extent of her cunt, to the point where it's uncomfortable to still use it.
“Does something hurt, V?” she asked in a low tone, as if the playful, drunken personality of her Jayce had vanished, becoming that entity that affected her dreams, making her go to church more often in her teens. Not for faith, not for forgiveness, but to have something to focus on besides the muscles that barely fit into her friend's overly thin tank tops.
Looking at the image of the crucified Jesus used to calm the fever that was settling on her skin, but now she felt that not even God himself could help her situation.
“No,” she dictated in a vulnerable tone, "You can proceed. Please.”
She barely knows what possessed her to beg in that last part, but with her back pressed against Jayce's chest and her legs wide open, should she care?
"I'm not going to touch you if that's what's making you nervous. I'm just going to guide you on what you need to do.”
Perhaps she was trying to reassure Viktoria, but the sound that escaped the zaunite throat with the statement was nothing short of disappointment. She had hoped she hadn't been noticed, however.
“But first, you need to take this off.”
And then, as if it were nothing, she hooked her index finger on the side of Viktoria's panties, sliding it down her legs until it passed her feet. Looking closely, the piece was so soaked it seemed to hang heavy in the air, and she felt humiliated.
Viktoria remained in a deathly silence, her tongue too heavy in her mouth to dare say anything. She feared trying to react and ending up letting out the loudest moan of her entire life, and the only thing that touched her was the air coming from the window.
She could feel Jayce's head tilted forward to see what was between her legs, and the weight of her friend's gaze on her body made her fever rise. If she could admit it, she felt a little insecure, but she knew she could be considered "good enough".
Her skin was as hairless and smooth as the rest of her body. She had heard many times from other girls that this was something to envy, but she wouldn't envy herself much, knowing that her body was incapable of producing any kind of hair besides head hair and eyebrows due to health problems. She rarely mentioned the reason to others so as not to weigh down the atmosphere and avoid making them feel bad, but her situation was anything but sexy.
Her lips were so full that the small, swollen nodule covered by the hood was barely visible, but Jayce made her way there by using two fingers to spread the folds. That alone was enough to make her moan.
“See it? You're already wet, so you don't even have to prepare yourself. But you need to go slowly, do you hear me?” she asked firmly, and Viktoria nodded frantically.
She wanted to scream, to say that she understood and that she would follow every order given by Jayce if it meant she could hear her husky voice next to her ear for longer. She just wanted to be good.
Then, she removed her fingers from Viktoria's lips, positioning them above her trembling hands to guide them back to her intimacy. With that, she could feel firsthand her own growing arousal, leaking so much that she feared she would stain her brand-new sofa.
“Touch where it's throbbing, princess. You'll like it.”
Her head short-circuited at the nickname. Viktoria had always embraced femininity, wearing dresses, makeup, and skirts that were too short to look decent, but she never considered that she could be seen as a princess by someone else. Not by Jayce, who certainly had partners who were far more feminine and regal-like than she was.
And she obeyed, moving her middle finger in circles above the swollen clit, so red and full of blood it looked like it would burst. A low, drawn-out sound escaped from deep in her throat, and her head threw back in pure ecstasy as she moved her digit. The glide was easy thanks to the large amount of slick that escaped from her, lubricating the entire extent.
Viktoria closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax.
“Repeat that,” she moaned, so pathetically that it sounded like a plea.
“Repeat what? ‘Princess'?” Viktoria couldn't see anything with her eyes closed, but she could recognize the presumptuous smile in Jayce's lips even if she were blind, “Do you like when I call you that? When I treat you like you're fragile?”
Even though she had never experienced one, Viktoria was certain that the mere thought could bring her to climax immediately. This could be proven by the way her insides pulsed, begging for something she couldn't give.
“Y-Yes. Yes, yes, yes…” she begged in a breathless voice. Everything in Viktoria screamed necessity, “Repeat it, Jayce. Please, please….”
A low sound escaped Jayce, as if she were analyzing something, pretending to ponder whether or not to follow the woman's request. Because of the position, she could feel how fast her friend's heart was beating, and she certainly felt the speed of her breathing acting in a comical way. However, none of that mattered at the moment, not when she still hadn't managed to contain her inner discomfort.
“Do you want me to treat you like a little princess so you could cum, babe? How long has it been since anyone touched you down here?” one of her hands moved to Viktoria's good leg, holding her thigh to create even more space between her legs, “You can't even come by yourself.”
Now it was a fact: Viktoria was lost. Her brain had melted and become a useless mass, because all her body could do was act according to its needs. Her finger moved with redoubled speed, the maximum that someone inexperienced could achieve, while her hips moved upwards in search of any friction.
Her finger stopped moving in circles, instead moving up and down in a hesitant fluctuation of stimuli in her slit and clit. She knew she needed her fingers inside, but she was so nervous she barely knew how to do it. Meanwhile, her insides were opening and closing around nothing.
“Jayce…” she moaned, her movements did not stop for even a second. Her fingers began to move back and forth in the opening, hoping that this would resolve her precarious situation.
And Jayce, who could practically smell Viktoria's anguish even from afar, didn't hesitate to stroke her hip bone, making small "shh" noises to ease her anxiety. It was like a superpower that Viktoria was very proud to witness.
“Now you insert your fingers, sweetheart. Can you be good and do that for me?”
"How do I...how do I do this?" she asked almost in a whisper, considering her naiveté a source of shame.
"It's simple," Jayce guided, sliding her hand between Viktoria's legs to grasp her middle finger, sighing as she felt the wetness. "You just insert it and curl it upwards, this way.”
Then, with a cautious movement, she guided the tip of Viktoria's finger into her slit. There was no difficulty in sliding in, but she couldn't deny how uncomfortably tight the space was. Her finger could barely move in there.
But despite everything, it was hot in every sense. Her insides were so hot that she questioned her own health due to the feverish temperature, and the sensation of being filled was divine. During a moment of weakness, she wondered if Jayce's strap would fill her so deliciously in that way, and she lost all self-control for a moment.
She followed the advice to curl her finger upwards (a single one, because she firmly believed she would tear herself if she tried to add a second), and the sound that escaped her throat was nothing but animalistic. A thin, drawn-out moan escaped from deep within her throat, her legs trembling so violently it was as if she were experiencing her first orgasm.
If the real climax was as intense as that, she swore she might die.
Now, her brain has completely shut down. All she could think about at that moment were vivid images of Jayce on top of her, silencing her with her cock so hard that her neighbors could hear the sounds of skin slapping together. Her finger, meanwhile, moved desperately in and out as she searched for her own g-spot properly.
It was possible to know the exact moment she had found it just by her sounds and the movement of her hand, which no longer moved back and forth, but instead practically kneaded that sensitive spot in search of constant stimulation. The first time she opened her eyes after the start of that activity was to roll them, crossing them obscenely like porn stars did.
If she could think, she would wonder how she had gone so long without it. How could Viktoria go so long without having something inside her, crushing her insides as if she were nothing more than a toy for someone else's amusement? If she had known it could be so good, she would have begged for a "test" with Jayce sooner, and pleaded for her partner to use her like a slut.
Perhaps that was the word that defined her right now, because that's how Viktoria felt as she desperately moved her finger against a sensitive spot inside herself. How else could she describe herself while she was in her best friend's lap, so drunk with pleasure that she moaned against Jayce's parted, sighing lips?
“You're doing so good, V. You're taking my cock so well…” she whispered against Viktoria's lips, so close to them that she could kiss her with one wrong step. Could Jayce have been just as drunk as she was, not even aware of what she was saying?
“Fuck, Jayce— harder. Please. I need it harder—”
Viktoria barely knew what she was saying as she kneaded her own inner pleasure, trembling in the piltovian's lap as if she were about to faint. She was incapable of thinking straight, or she wouldn't be fantasizing so vividly about having Jayce inside her, fucking her until she gets stupid.
She would later tell herself that, if she were sober, she wouldn't be so desperate thinking about Jayce mating with her as if their lives depended on it, she wouldn't think about Jayce penetrating her so deeply that her own legs would wrap around her head, the position ensuring that Viktoria would receive Jayce's child with ease later on.
By Janna, she was a scientist. She knew that, biologically, she couldn't get pregnant by Jayce, but she was so absorbed in her fantasies that even biology didn't matter. Morals and good manners? Both threw down the drain if it meant she'd have more of that delicious, hot feeling.
And then, greed showed itself. An audible whimper rose from deep within her chest in frustration, and Viktoria could swear she might cry at any moment. It was a painful feeling to be on the verge of something that never arrived, no matter how hard she tried. And her poor hand began to ache from the constant movement.
If touching herself on her friend's lap was already a source of embarrassment, then she was mortified to realize she was a pillow princess. Her mother hadn't raised her with so much independence that, years later, she would depend on the strength and goodwill of someone bigger and stronger to feel pleasure.
Bigger and stronger. Jayce was so much taller, with so many more muscles than Viktoria, that it seemed pornographic to see them together. Jayce could immobilize her without much effort since their childhood playdates, and Viktoria would barely try to fight, just laying there taking whatever she could give her, without complaining like a good girl.
Yes, she could be a good girl. She could be good for Jayce, couldn't she? Taking her cock, getting full of loads and loads of her cum without even care if it were synthetic or not. The only thing that mattered was being full.
Even her fingers. God, her fingers! Jayce had such large hands, such thick fingers, that Viktoria looked tiny next to her. She knew that just one single finger of her partner would be equivalent to two fingers of her own, and Viktoria knew she would feel so full she might cry. She would accept them even to the point of overstimulation.
If she is going to have an orgasm for the first time, she might as well do it with Jayce's fingers.
The zaunite wasn't thinking straight when she removed the finger from herself, her hand already a mess of fluids when it was placed on top of Jayce's hand, whimpering. Viktoria held her middle digit, guiding it to her slit while moving it up and down.
“Jayce— please, please. Do it for me…” Viktoria pleaded in a tearful tone, tears beginning to well up in her eyes from frustration, “My hand, it hurts so much…”
Jayce, on the other hand, seemed reluctant to accept the request. The intense red that colored her cheek made such a beautiful contrast against her tanned skin, making Viktoria mesmerize herself with her appearance one last time before succumbing to despair again. She needed Jayce, God, she needed her so badly.
"I told you I wasn't going to touch you, V. I would never take advantage of you…”
And yet, she never made a move to push Viktoria away, her sentence cut short by a drawn-out moan as the zaunite inserted the tip of Jayce's finger into herself, the glide so easy it seemed natural.
As if she were made for that, as if she were made to take Jayce's fingers.
“Please, please,” she pleaded again, the tears trapped in her waterline now streaming down her cheeks. It was so infuriating.
Jayce seemed mesmerized as she watched the scene, her mouth slightly open in a failed attempt to breathe. The next time Viktoria prayed, she would try to ask God to grant her the ability to read Jayce's mind directly, because she would kill to know what she was thinking while staring at her with such hunger.
“Fuck…” she whispered, and from that moment on, all her self-control vanished.
In the next instant, Viktoria's hips were being lifted upwards, her bad leg being held with due care so as not to hurt her and end the wave of pleasure. Then, Jayce's finger, which had only the tip inserted, went deeper, hitting her so perfectly that she barely needed to bend her fingers to find her spot.
But she did it anyway, and spared no effort in moving them with, in gentler words, pure brutality. The wet sound of skin slapping was dirty, making Viktoria feel unclean, but that was precisely what made her feel so good. To hell with catholic guilt and her voluntary celibacy, this was all she wanted and more.
“You can barely do this on your own. You need someone to do all the work for you.”
She spoke in a low voice, as if it were more of a self-reflection than an actual statement to Viktoria. There was no mercy in any of Jayce's movements, and the only delicate action on her part was the way she cared for her back and leg. Apart from that, her fingers struck her deeply in that ideal spot that made her whole body tremble and melt.
It felt so good. Her eyes were crossed and her hips moved desperately in pursuit of more of it, greedier than ever before. A dull pressure grew stronger and stronger in her lower abdomen, her insides tightening more and more.
“Jayce, don't stop! Yes—!” she screamed in approval, so desperate that she couldn't even think.
At that point, the presence of neighbors was hardly relevant as she reveled in waves of ecstasy. It would be good if they heard her shouting Jayce's name, so they would know who gave her pleasure. If that would scare away all the women surrounding the piltovian, she would do it even louder. In public, if necessary.
It was noticeable when Jayce tried to force a second finger inside, but as expected, it wasn't possible due to how tight Viktoria was. The gasp the taller woman let out was almost pornographic.
“Goddamn…”
Alternatively, she began to move her thumb rhythmically on the swollen nodule, following the same speed and pattern as her fingers inside Viktoria. She swore she could see stars, her body completely melted onto the couch as if she were nothing more than a toy for Jayce's entertainment.
Her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concern as the pressure began to mount, causing Viktoria to blush from her cheeks to her chest at the thought that she might wet herself right there.
“No, no…Jayce, I feel strange. ‘Better to stop, or I will…”
But Jayce only laughed maniacally, her voice so deep it penetrated Viktoria's soul, making her shudder.
“You're close, babe. You're gonna cum for the first time,” she explained, her tone bordering on pride, “Isn't it pretty? You're coming in my fingers?”
She nodded, moving her head without even knowing what she was agreeing to. Viktoria just wanted to please, and desperately wanted to.
“Come for me, V. Can you be good and do it for me?” Jayce whispered against Viktoria's lips, and the shorter girl's body accepted it as an order to be obeyed.
Viktoria came so explosively that her jet of fluid hit the coffee table. It was sudden and unsettling, nothing like the relaxing sensation Jayce had described moments before. How could having a firm finger softening her insides possibly relax her in any way?
And the worst (or best, she wasn't in the right frame of mind to decide) part was that Jayce continued pounding inside her with the same intensity throughout her climax, making the flow seem endless. One thrust, a trickle of fluid escaping from Viktoria, turning her thighs and the floor into a wet mess.
She screamed, but her scream was quickly silenced by a hungry kiss, all tongue and teeth. Viktoria barely knew what to do, she just stood there accepting Jayce's renewed vigor as she licked her mouth, her breath as breathless as Viktoria's own. It was almost as if she had reached her own climax as well.
No...that wasn't possible.
Did Jayce came solely by fucking Viktoria?
She had heard and read about stone tops before, but seeing one up close, especially on a friend of hers for years, was something entirely different. She moaned against the kiss, surrendering to try and follow her partner's movements and kiss her back with just as much hunger.
It was a desperate and restless kiss, both kissing as if it were the end of the world. Perhaps it was for Viktoria, unsure if Jayce would look her in the eyes after realizing that she had been Viktoria's first in so many ways. Her first time, her first kiss, and the beer would be to blame for all of this later.
There were brief pauses to catch their breath when their lungs tightened or their jaws began to ache, but these were quickly cut short so they could resume kissing. There was no time to lose, not when the future seemed so uncertain.
Then, sensitivity set in, and very reluctantly, Viktoria broke the kiss to whimper while holding Jayce's hand, trying to stop the movements.
"Jayce, please, it's too sensitive,” she pleaded in a weak voice, bordering on hoarseness after spending minutes at the top of her lungs. Her legs trembled and her breathing was strange, but she continued to get even wetter. Damned be her stupid biology.
“Oh, of course. I'm sorry, Vik.”
And Jayce, chivalrous as she was, stopped immediately, leaving her fingers still for a few moments until Viktoria's breathing calmed. When it no longer seemed like she was about to have an asthma attack, she slid them out, earning a disapproving sound in response. But only then her relief was achieved.
When the woman's finger slid out, a thin layer of blood could be seen covering its entire length. If she didn't know better, she might have said her period had come early, but that wasn't the case.
Viktoria was staring at her own virginity in Jayce's fingers, amidst a jumble of other fluids.
They both remained in that same position for countless minutes, but to Viktoria, it felt like hours. It was always pleasant being with Jayce, but having the girl's company under a haze of post-orgasmic relief felt like something entirely different. It was something new, but appreciated.
Until Jayce cleared her throat.
“You…uhm…do you need help to clean yourself?” she asked, clearly nervous, as if she wasn't saying dirty things in Viktoria's ear just now. This woman was so confusing.
“It would be nice, yes. I would appreciate it,” Viktoria confirmed, trying to keep her voice steady.
Jayce stood up, cautiously laying Viktoria down on the sofa, her private parts exposed to the wind. She barely had the strength to fight the position, so she just lay there breathing strangely, waiting for the figure that had disappeared down the hallway of her apartment to eventually return.
After several long minutes, she revealed that she hadn't escaped through the window, appearing with a new pair of panties and a damp towel to clean the girl on the sofa. This earned a small smile from Viktoria, which ended up making Jayce smile shyly as well. Well, at least Viktoria knew she wasn't completely hated yet.
As she cleaned her up, Jayce looked so apprehensive she could explode. It was clear that it wasn't because of the current intimate moment, where she was witnessing one of Viktoria's most vulnerable facets — but rather because she was the cause of it. It was a relief when she finally decided to verbalize her discomfort.
"I feel like I stole a special moment from you," she said, guilt in her voice as she looked away at the nearest wall. She looked more like a puppy than a woman, which was funny for someone so large.
Viktoria hummed, still motionless on the sofa. Her real urge was to laugh, but she would never mock someone who seemed so vulnerable so drastically. How could Jayce not notice? Wasn't the situation obvious to both of them? At the moment, she wondered if Jayce had never noticed the stolen glances during their changes in the women's locker room at college, or even how Viktoria's legs seemed to stick together like glue while she watched Jayce work out. She had never been able to hide her feelings, but it was both adorable and irritating that the other woman hadn't noticed.
"You are the most special person to me in this world," Viktoria began, her confidence slowly fading. She feared her voice would falter mid-sentence, but she continued, "If it wasn't with you, it wouldn't be with anyone else.”
She forced herself to endure Jayce's penetrating gaze without looking away, but it was impossible when she could look through her sol She expected rejection, so the bright little smile the piltovian gave to her was, to say the least, unsettling.
“So you were saving yourself for me?”
Viktoria's eyes widened in shock, and without hesitation she used her good leg to kick Jayce in the shoulder.
“This is not what I meant, and you know!”
A loud laugh escaped her partner, and she couldn't help but crack a small, delighted smile. Viktoria could handle a few more years of pining if it yielded reactions like that, though.
But for now, she would cherish every single moment with Jayce as if it were their last — because, in fact, it could be. She could wake up any day later wishing they would stay away from each other, because that night had been a mistake and she was confused. She would never judge her for it.
And if she needed more complaints from her building's manager to enjoy those moments in the same way she had that night, that would be her problem alone.