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“Wednesday,” her roommate flopped on her bed, feigning complete exhaustion, after they returned from dinner.
She glared until the other girl rolled her eyes and sat up.
“You remember how I invited Ajax over tonight? That hot new Gorgon from Outreach Day?”
“Yes,” she nodded perfunctorily, already packing up some supplies: a notebook, her typewriter in its case, a bottle of Uncle Fester’s wine, so red that it appeared more like blood seeping from an artery than fermented grape juice. “I will be out of your hair shortly. Thornhill will leave for her unsanctioned overnight in a matter of minutes. And you will be free to do as you please. I will not return until the midnight bell.”
“No!” Enid exclaimed, standing abruptly. “He wants to bring his roomie for like, a double date thing. So, I kind of,” she hedged, “sort of, promised you’d be here.”
Wednesday hissed. Thing scampered off and slipped through their cracked balcony window. The blonde werewolf in question smiled sweetly.
“Please?” She wheedled, standing and locking her hands into a pseudo prayer position. “As soon as I mentioned we were besties, he was like, let’s double!”
The dark haired girl cocked a hip while crossing her arms, gazing on with disbelief. “Who is he bringing?” Her foot tapped, belying a hint of nervousness if Enid was correct.
“Uh,” she covered her face with her manicured hands, “Xavier Thorpe?”
“You must be joking.”
“Please, Wednesday? You know how much I like Ajax! And he’ll only come over if you hang out with Xavier. It’ll be fun!”
“I somehow imagine sticking needles in my eyes would be more fun.”
“You never know. Xavier could be, like, into that!”
“All Xavier Thorpe is into, is himself.”
“Then just, get drunk, and hang out, and ignore him while I make Ajax fall madly in love with me.”
“You know that involves more than just sticking some boy’s dick down your throat, correct?”
“Yes,” her roommate rolled her eyes. “But giving a quality blowjob never hurt either,” she grinned, dropping into a small curtsy.
Wednesday sighed, picking at an invisible piece of lint on her school jacket. “Then I suppose I should change.”
Enid did a happy little dance, twirling in place, and moved in for a hug. The darker haired girl reluctantly allowed it. Since moving in with her roommate at the beginning of term, she had begun allowing all sorts of new things, what was one more hug?
When they disentangled the other girl smirked, “And as for clothes, I don’t know. I think Thorpe’s into the schoolgirl thing. So if you want to get laid tonight…” she let the statement trail off as her friend gaped furiously before hurling a taxidermied squirrel in her direction. Enid easily ducked it, laughing, “I heard its so pretty, Wednesday. Like, just the right size; not too big, not too small.”
“If it’s so great, why don’t you ride him?”
Enid shrugged, “I’ve known him waaaay too long. And honestly I think Ajax and I might actually have something! I’m not saying I want to mate him or anything,” she explained quickly, seriously, “but I feel a real connection between us.”
“Other than fucking, you mean?”
“Well yeah, cause we haven’t done it yet. I barely even managed to see his thing in that storage closet before the shop keeper burst in on us, screaming, and flicking us with her weird animal hair combs.”
“You do know what ‘it’,” she air quoted, “is though, right?” The other girl grimaced, looking uncomfortable and Wednesday cocked one dark brow in her direction.
“I know,” she groaned. “It’s just I always get so flustered and then I start blushing. Or giggling. And it’s so embarrassing. I mean, we’re sophomores! It’s not like I’ve never been with someone before. It’s just…”
“Dick,” Wednesday intoned as her roommate’s cheeks pinked. “Cock,” she added, amused. The flush rose. “Erect penis,” Enid twittered, desperately mashing her lips together before a bubble of laughter erupted from her.
“Oh my god! See?”
“Fine,” Wednesday huffed, blowing fringe out of her eyes. “We will work on it,” she replied, moving to her closet in order to grab her shower things, planning to rinse off. Only because she was due, not because of Xavier Thorpe.
Because she desperately disliked Xavier, who seemed to believe he was god’s gift to Nevermore Academy. In the classes they shared he tried to show her up at every turn. When she joined the archery club, Wednesday discovered that he was the president. On her first day she had attempted to showcase her prowess at fencing but his popular siren ex-girlfriend managed to draw first blood, defeating her. Then she was invited to pledge a secret society and after being inducted, realized he was already a member. If she was the last one in the library, literally burning the midnight oil, as she packed up, he would appear, book in hand, from the stacks, having been there all along and not yet ready to leave. It was maddening.
What was worse was that she couldn’t help but want to run her hands through his pretty shoulder length, silky looking hair. And she couldn’t stop staring at his fingers; long, spindly, on the edge of inhuman. Wednesday dreamed of the places, the holes, where she could take them inside of her. How far would they reach? And his stupid pouty mouth, always moving. Perhaps she could finally shut him up by shoving her cunt against it. See if he could continue bragging while he sucked her clit.
She wanted to slap Xavier Thorpe across the face and watch his shining green eyes go dark a moment before he retaliated; tying her wrists, on the edge of too tight, to his headboard, palm hot on her ass cheeks as he spanked her, right before fucking her raw, and making her scream into the void.
“I’ll pick out an outfit for you that will knock him dead!” Her roommate declared happily, flitting around the space as Wednesday squeezed her eyes closed against her intrusive thoughts.
“I would prefer to kill him slowly,” the dark haired girl returned, crossing to their bathroom. “If given the opportunity.”
Once she was fresh; clean, shaven, and creamed with the special lotion her Abuela swore by, Wednesday spotted the outfit on her bed. A cropped white button up, clearly from her roommate’s closet, black school tie, and pleated black skirt. There were black and white striped thigh highs as well. And a thong. Where had she found that? Was it hers? Because Wednesday Addams was certain that she had not arrived at Nevermore Academy with a thong.
Then she thought of her mother and her smirking parting words, “Take every opportunity to enjoy yourself, darling. You’re only young once,” winking at her. She knew then exactly how the undergarment got into her school trunks.
There was no bra. Wednesday exhaled through her nose and chose to say nothing; realizing that she was vaguely interested to see where all of this would go.
As Wednesday sat on the edge of her bed, dressed in the outfit supplied for her, she set to braiding her hair into her typical tight pigtails.
“So, the boys claim to be bringing some drinks but can we open your wine?” Enid asked, approaching, and pointed to the bottle beside the typewriter. “They’re probably going to bring something cheap. And gross.”
Wednesday glared but agreed. She would rather be drunk for the spectacle that was to be their night anyway. “Fine,” she replied, adding thoughtfully, “if only Thing had stuck around to open it for us.”
“I got it,” Enid grinned, setting to work with the ornate brass and wood corkscrew that Wednesday kept in her pen cup on her desk.
She filled two cut glass goblets and the roommates clinked them together before drinking deeply.
“Whoa,” the blonde said, eyes wide.
“Don’t drink it too fast,” the dark haired girl replied. “You’ll be passed out before they even get here.” She received an eye roll in return.
A few moments later there was a knock on the door.
“Coming!” Enid called as she dragged her roommate across the space to gaze into the large floor length mirror on her side. “We. Look. So. Hot!” She smiled, flashing a peace sign, as she kicked up her leg.
The werewolf wore a short pink and purple plaid pleated skirt, a fluffy pink cropped sweater, hanging off of one shoulder, and white knit knee socks. It was a severe contrast to Wednesday’s monochrome but somehow they looked cohesive at the same time.
“Let’s get this over with.” The other girl replied, frowning at their reflections.
Dancing to the door, her friend swung it open and dragged the two boys inside. Xavier wore black jeans and a black cashmere hoodie zipped up to his neck. Ajax’s ensemble was nearly identical except his hoodie was the school issued purple.
The four teens immediately broke off into pairs, Ajax migrating to stand with Enid, whispering something in her ear that had her cheeks flushing even as she smiled and swatted at his shoulder.
Xavier trailed after Wednesday who moved, suddenly unsure of her plans, toward her side of the shared room. And her wine.
“Addams,” he greeted her with a slight nod of his head and a smirk.
“Thorpe,” she returned dourly. “I heard you insisted on my presence this evening,” she touted.
“That’s funny,” he scoffed, “because I heard you insisted on mine.” Her gaze narrowed as he snorted.
They turned twin aggrieved expressions on their friends who merely smiled, settling in on the mound of pillows Enid had piled on the floor for the evening.
“So weird!” said the blonde from her place, patting the spot beside her.
“Yes,” returned Wednesday, dead pan. “Very.” But made her way over to join them regardless.
“Let’s play a game or something,” Xavier smirked at her; she stared back balefully. He had chosen to sit beside her all night and had been intentionally touching her with more and more frequency as they continued to drink. The boys had brought cheap, as prophesied by Enid, vodka and a bottle of Ocean Spray cranberry juice. The mixture of the two wasn’t nearly as repulsive as Wednesday would have imagined. Her limbs felt pleasantly loose.
Enid, drawn in by the suggestion, clapped giddily as Ajax refilled her cup, asking, “What do you want to play?”
“Let’s play truth or dare,” the werewolf all but squealed. “Please?” She asked her date. “Please,” she turned to Xavier and Wednesday.
“Absolutely,” the longer hair boy grinned looking a little too smug.
It all stared out tame enough. Enid revealed her greatest fear: clowns. Xavier took two shots of vodka (the penalty for not accepting the truth or dare given). Wednesday had to flash the group. Ajax urinated off of their balcony onto the courtyard. But when the Gorgon was called upon again, for the second or third time, Wednesday was admittedly a little too buzzed to be fully keeping track, Xavier supplied the dare.
“I dare you to make Enid cum faster than I can get Wednesday off.” The two girls shared a look.
“Uh,” the other boy glanced around the circle, clearly unsure if he should be offering to take the shots or giving his date an orgasm.
“You’re on,” Enid replied for him, with a decided nod of her head. They all turned to look at Wednesday then.
She poured two fingers of vodka into her empty glass, downed it in one and shrugged, “Fine. In for a penny, in for a pound I suppose.”
Xavier, who had been holding his breath, exhaled, smirking, standing, and reaching down to help her up.
They were closest to Enid’s bed but she was quick to point out the potential catastrophe with her roommate’s allergy to color. Ajax turned to spy the dark quilt across the room. “Do not even consider it, if you value your life,” Wednesday intoned immediately.
“I got this,” his roommate added, grabbing the edge of the lavender comforter and tugging it off, dropping it to the floor. The sheets beneath were the typical school issued white.
Enid bounced onto her mattress, grinning, and looked expectantly to the other girl who sighed but joined her. The blonde bit her lip and cocked her head to the side, eyeing her partner as she spread her legs wide, short skirt riding up her thighs to expose the hot pink thong she herself had worn. “Damn,” he breathed in return, turning to look at his friend. “Rules?”
“You can only use your hands and only on their pussies. And they,” he pointed from one girl to the next, “aren’t allowed to help at all. First girl to cream has to call out.” The Gorgon nodded. Wednesday looked skyward but scooched further back on the bed, lifting the hem of her own skirt, as she lay down, bending her knees, and perched her socked feet on the edge. “Damn, Addams. I’d almost think you were excited to get my hands on that sweet pink slit,” Xavier smiled, tugging his hair back into a loose bun to keep it out of his face.
“Maybe I just want to get this over with,” she narrowed her gaze at the rafters above but felt herself clench wetly, tingly with anticipation of finally having those unearthly fingers on and in her neediest place. His returning grunt sounded wounded; she desperately hoped he would take out his pain on her.
The boys both got down onto their knees; the two couples were like side by side mirror images. Xavier, nearly forgetting the others were even there had eyes only for Wednesday, the place between her legs, smooth and glistening, in the lamplight. He tucked his fingers into her thong and pulled it over, away from his target. He exhaled, sounding awed, “You’re soaking for me.”
“You’re so fucking arrogant,” she said with a gasp, as his knuckle grazed the seam of her, nudging briefly at her clit; stroking too softly, too gently, over each labia, admiring the silken bare flesh there. Wednesday canted her hips upward, attempting to force him into touching her where she wanted him most. Xavier got the hint and ran a finger up then down her cleft, hot slick immediately coating his digit.
“This is the prettiest little pussy,” he drawled, sinking his middle finger into her body and pumping lazily.
It wasn’t enough; Wednesday was burning. She shifted forward, moving her ass toward him so that her hands could reach to burying in his hair, nails scraping across his scalp as she dragged him closer.
He groaned, inhaling deeply. “If you’re not careful you’re going to get me disqualified for putting my mouth all over you.” Heated breath fanned across her wet flesh, ratcheting up the flames licking inside her to the next level, another rush of wetness. He added a second finger; she squelched as she took it inside of her with the first. The stretch was blissfully wonderful. “I bet you taste like sugar and spice.”
Wednesday grimaced, eyes squeezed closed. “I’m not nice,” she told him.
“I know,” he returned and she blinked, lifting her head, her neck, to catch his gaze, “and I fucking love that.” Wednesday pulsed around his two fingers.
His digits left her hole causing her to whine pitifully even as Enid was hiccuping, clawing at Ajax’s shoulders, whispering, “Oh god,” over and over. A moment later his thumb entered her, wriggling, moving up and down, and then it was gone and she was again empty. Wednesday let her fingers fist harshly in his mane, knowing he could feel it down to the root, the burn.
“Relax,” he whispered, fingers sliding back in. Then, his slippery thumb made contact with her clit and pressed. Wednesday’s spine bowed, her head went back, an electric fissure coursing along her vertebrae. It reminded her of having a vision; the brief feeling of electrocution. But better.
“Xavier,” she moaned, grinding against his hand.
“Tell me how bad you want to cum, Addams, and I might let you.”
She grit her teeth. She wished to do nothing of the sort. Until he crooked those long wicked fingers and pressed firmly against that spongy spot on the wall between her inside and her outside, tapping, rubbing.
Wednesday’s head thrashed on the sheets as her hands moved from his hair, gliding up her stomach and under the cropped shirt she wore. She cupped her breasts, thumbs stroking across the nipples before pinching them, pulling, twisting, as she rode his fingers.
“Your tits are perfect too,” Xavier murmured, eyes half lidded, biting the flesh of her thigh just above her knee then laving over the sting with his tongue.
She couldn’t stand it, “Xavier.” It was barely more than a choked sob.
“Say it.”
She gave in with a huff, voice breathy, high, near a whine, “Xavier, make me cum.”
“Ask nice,” he grinned, fingers pounding her hole as she bounced and shifted and rocked on the bed, desperate, as his thumb barely touched her clit, hovering.
“Please make me cum, Xavier.”
“What the lady wants,” he smiled at her and something in her stomach twisted pleasantly.
Returning that slippery digit to her, circling her nub with enough pressure and force to make her thighs shake, Wednesday came with a shout, beating Enid by a matter of only a few seconds.
The two girls both lay panting on the bed, the blonde with a hand over her hammering heart.
“Shit,” Ajax bemoaned, having lost.
Wednesday dragged herself into a sitting position, her thong tucked wetly, obscenely, between her soaking slit and her leg, as her shirt fell back down to cover her chest. “Xavier used his mouth on me,” her grin was feral.
He turned incredulous eyes on her. “What?”
“Disqualified!” Enid crowed, high-fiving the Gorgon still between her parted thighs as she too struggled up.
“You bit my leg,” she informed him seriously. “It made me cum faster.”
His green orbs were wide, dilating, the black pupil growing, “Did it?”
Sharp white teeth bit down into the bruise colored flesh of her lower lip as her brows rose up, disappearing into black bangs. Xavier groaned, wrapping one pigtail around his fingers and pulling lightly. Wednesday stared up at him with big eyes, putting on a show.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he told her, tone low and serious.
“Oh my god. Is this how you two flirt?” Enid demanded. “Have the past couple of months with you two competing over everything…”
“At one another’s throats,” interjected Ajax, as he sniffed his fingers before popping them in his mouth.
“Just been flirting?” She finished.
Xavier stared at the dark haired girl before him. She lifted one shoulder, unconcerned.
Her roommate rolled her eyes and grumped, “You’re both exasperating.”
Xavier pointed a finger at first the werewolf and then the Gorgon, “You’re the ones who set us up here…”
But he didn’t get to finish as the other boy blinked, nervous with the way Wednesday was narrowing her gaze at them, aggressively, and announced with a forced chuckle, “Uh, hey, it’s my turn now right?”
“Yes,” Enid nodded, rushing to agree, to move the conversation, the moment, on. She smiled at him adoringly, encouragingly.
Ajax blushed lightly, staring back at her. Xavier coughed. “Uh, oh, right,” he looked to his friend with pleading eyes. The other boy stared back with increasing intensity, as if trying to pass a message along mentally, using telepathy. The Gorgon swallowed around the tightness in his throat and attempted not to squeak as he rushed, “Wednesday, I dare you to take off Enid’s clothes without using your hands.”
There was a long drawn out pause where everyone held their breath, looking from one person to the next.
“I suppose I could use my teeth,” the girl in question mused aloud. “I accept.”
Xavier’s jaw dropped a moment before his face broke out into a jester’s wide grin, “That’s my boy!” He bumped fists with his roommate whose flush only deepened.
Wednesday proved to be remarkably adept at the task; teeth yanking the knit of her friend’s sweater up, exposing a pretty pink sheer bralette along with the smooth expanse of mildly tan flesh of her stomach. It was lucky the garment had a wide neck hole, the dark haired girl considered. Enid watched her the whole time with wide blue eyes as a halo of cotton candy pink and blue hair fell back around her face.
Her black eyed gaze took in her friend’s countenance before she leaned in to place a soft, lingering kiss to her roommate’s glossy lips. The other girl closed her eyes, sighing sweetly, as Wednesday told her, “Lay down.” And set to work on the elastic waist of the blonde’s skirt, bending forward at such an angle to allow Xavier a full view of her sopping wet labia, hints of the pink just within.
“Dude,” the boy groaned behind her.
“Is this real life?” Whispered Ajax.
When Enid was down to only a pink thong, Wednesday paused, asking her, “Should I?” Her roommate shook her head no, biting her lower lip.
Wednesday looked up to see that Ajax’s mouth was hanging wide open, his chin nearly settled against his neck it was so slack. When she turned to glance at Xavier he was cupping himself roughly through his pants. She was hot, feverish, wet. She wanted to rub her cunt against Enid’s and get off again but knew there was an even more pleasurable option available to her at that moment. Slipping a hand up her torso, she fondled one of her breasts, squeezing pleasurably, even as the other slid up her thigh to stroke her tender soaked flesh.
She turned on the bed, still on her knees, to face the brown haired boy, eyes searching, before she asked, “Xavier, truth or dare?”
He stutter sighed, “Truth,” on the edge of panting.
“What are you thinking about right now?”
He answered without pause, “Fucking you while I watch Ajax fuck Enid. Like right here. On the same bed.”
Looking back at her roommate, the other girl scrunching up her face, cheeks pinking, eyes closing even as she nodded her consent with a grin.
“Guess it’s your lucky day, Thorpe.”
“Holy fucking shit,” the Gorgon gasped as his friend whooped.
“Hell. Yes.” Xavier dropped his head back to stare at the wooden ceiling. Wednesday wanted to lick a hot stripe along the column of his taut throat.
“Fuck,” Xavier huffed a laugh. “You can’t even smile when you’re getting the dicking of your life, Addams.” Her legs were draped over his sinewy forearms as he held her hips in his hands. She bounced into the mattress, dark gaze closed, as her lips hung open, little puffs of air escaping each time the boy thrust roughly inside of her. Beside her, her roommate, was arranged in the opposite direction, with Ajax on the other side of the bed to his friend, one white knee socked leg tucked by his ear.
Enid giggled, looking at Wednesday, their faces close together on the bed. “Oh yes, she can,” she sing-songed, eyeing her friend impishly. A moment later her fingers were in the other girl’s mouth, lifting and stretching her lips into a garish approximation of a smile. “See,” the blonde laughed. “She loves it!” And as she said the words the boy between her friend’s thighs slammed into her particularly forcefully making Wednesday groan long and low, needy. They all seemed momentarily surprised by the sound.
It spurred Xavier on, as he fucked her harder, rougher, filth spilling from his lips, as he slapped her ass where it was lifted off the bed. Wednesday, with eyes clenched and her body slipping and sliding along the sheets turned her head to catch her friend’s mouth with her own. Enid keened into the kiss, moaning as her nails lengthened, skating down the taught muscled front of the boy fucking her. Ajax grunted, felt the blood welling to the surface from the scratches. He watched his best friend set his thumb to rubbing Wednesday’s clit as the girls writhed on the mattress, their lips sliding wetly over one another, tongues flashing, darting, peeking out and then disappearing into the other’s mouth once more. Enid clenched tightly, wetly, around him as the dark haired girl reached over to tug at a soft blush colored nipple.
“God. Fuck. This was like,” he paused, panting, boggling at the scene, “the best truth ever, man.”
They other boy smirked rakishly, glancing from Ajax back down to his cock sliding in and out of the pink sheath between Wednesday’s legs. When his friend had requested his presence that night, implying Enid would only hook up with him if he occupied her morbid little fuck doll of a roommate he had been more than happy to oblige. However, he had scarcely imagined anything as amazing as what was happening to him in that moment. If he had managed to kiss her, slip his tongue past her burgundy glossed lips, that alone would have made his night. His entire week. So to be fucking her raw as she clenched around him, gasps and tiny grunts escaping her, he could scarcely believe his luck.
Xavier Thorpe had been mad over the girl since her first day at Nevermore and, after nearly two months, she had yet to disappoint him. Keeping him on his toes, never giving him an inch, insulting him openly to his face. It felt like he had been walking around with a stiffy for weeks; he couldn’t get enough of her. And that ass. He wanted to take a bite out of it.
He realized, she might actually allow that.
Gods, but she was fucking tiny. So little when she stood next to him. So tight around his dick. He had never been that bothered with a girl’s size before her but suddenly once he met Wednesday, it was all he could think about.
“Hey, Addams,” Xavier circled her narrow waist with his long fingers, marveling at how they nearly touched, tugged her furiously up and down on his cock. It took a beat for her to respond and when she did, she blinked, staring at him, allowing her mouth to slip away from Enid’s with a wet pop.
His green eyes were dark, burning into her, as she waited, watching. He slammed home a few more times, rubbing over that delicious spot inside of her that made her thighs quake, as a moan slipped past her slack lips.
“You’re on like, the pill or something, right?” One of his hands moved, trailing across her taught abdomen to the space between her hips bones, where he pressed down just above her pubis, heightening the feeling of his large cock inside her, and forcing a guttural groan from her.
Enid, who was bouncing beside her, practically sobbed each time Ajax filled her.
“Hey,” he leaned forward, grabbing her tightly by the jaw and forcing her to look at him, it hurt in the most delicious way. “The pill?”
Finally she nodded, gasping, “The shot.”
Xavier chuckled darkly, “Figures.” His thumb slid between her lips, past her teeth, and pressed down on her wet tongue. She eyed him, daring him to tell her exactly what he wanted. “Suck.”
So she did, closing around the digit, laving him, soaking it with her spit.
When he released her, the boy returned to rubbing her clit. She was already so wet, slippery, that the addition of her saliva only served to increase the sloppy sounds of their coupling. Wednesday felt on the verge of squelching.
“I’m going to ice this perfect little pussy with vanilla frosting and then lick it clean,” he stated, staring at the place where their bodies joined, watching himself disappear inside of her.
Her entire body clenched, tightening around him within her passage making him call out to some unknowable being of the void.
“Shit,” he groaned lowly, “you like it when I talk like that, huh?” She bit her lip, loathe to admit it, but nodded. Wednesday certainly didn’t want him to stop. “Yeah?” He nodded along with her. “Which gets you hotter - me saying I want to eat my cum out of your well used hole? Or me calling this sweet little pussy perfect.” Her body betrayed her, offering up an answer before she could think, clamping down tightly around him the moment the words little and perfect escaped past his plush lips. “Fuck, Addams,” he moved the hand not rubbing her overly sensitive nub, to her thigh, pushing back, as he leaned forward to kiss her mouth, opening her further and allowing him impossibly deeper.
Wednesday nearly squeaked into his mouth, like a pathetic mouse, when he hit something inside of her that made her body jolt with unexpected pain, though it was mingled with a new kind of pleasure. He pulled back to search her face. She wrapped one arm around his neck, dragging him in. “Again,” she groaned, shaking, returning his lips to her own.
She came like that, with a wail expelled hotly into Xavier’s mouth, as his tongue thrust into her in time with his hips, his cock.
“Shit. That was too good. I’m gonna cum,” he tugged back, brushing hair out of his face.
“Saaaaaame,” exhaled Ajax, breathing labored.
Wednesday reached for him once more, small pale hands grabbing at air, as he sloppily moved his hips. “Kiss Enid,” he demanded.
The blonde moaned as her friend touched her face and resumed kissing her.
Xavier reached out to cup and stroke one of Enid’s bouncing breasts, leaving a slimy wet trail of Wednesday’s cum across her pebbled nipple.
His friend laughed, swatting his hand away. “Mine,” he grinned. “You have your own now.” He leaned in, taking the nipple into his mouth, and sucked. Enid gasped, hands stroking along the purple beanie that covered the writhing snakes on his head. “Fuck,” Ajax exhaled. “She tastes good too.”
Xavier didn’t know if he meant Wednesday’s cream or Enid’s tits.
His girl was tugging at her own slightly darker nipples, writhing on the bed, as she passionately kissed her roommate. There was something so intoxicating to him in being a tool of someone’s sexual pleasure and not their entire focus. It was why he had been fantasizing about their little foursome in the first place. Xavier had just never expected to accomplish it so quickly or so easily, without any push back from the new girl.
As he memorized the vision of Wednesday sucking on Enid’s tongue he knew he could not let it be the only time that they did this.
Ajax was his best friend. The girls were best friends. It felt like one of those things written in the stars; fate, kismet. What more could they want? He supposed, when he thought about it, getting Wednesday alone after Botany one day to fuck the shit out of her an empty corridor, might be high on his wish list. Or maybe bent over a research table in the Nightshade’s library. In fact, if he could, he would fuck the dark haired girl all over the Nevermore Campus if she’d let him.
As he came, thinking of all the ways they could enjoy each other’s bodies, with his dick snug inside her heated cleft, he filled his dream girl with hot ropes of sticky cum, even while looking to Ajax, watching the Gorgon’s face go slack, his eyes roll back, as his chest bowed outward. Seeing his best friend finish in Enid Sinclair was almost as intoxicating as shooting his load inside Wednesday Addam’s hot tight cunt.
When the other boy raised glassy blissed out eyes to him, they shared a heated look. Xavier let his softening, white coated cock, slip free as the Gorgon used his slightly forked, just a touch too long, tongue to wet his lips. He looked hungry still, but smiled, “Dude, same time.” They shared a weak, momentarily exhausted, high five over the girl’s pliant bodies as Enid moaned into Wednesday’s mouth.
Wednesday felt drugged, sated in a way she had never felt before, with limbs loose and mind numb. It was blissful. Like drinking just a touch too much of Abuela’s laudanum. But then Xavier started speaking, “You want to know what Ajax tastes like, Addams?” She grunted at him, eyes still closed, annoyed and wanting to enjoy the moment. He leaned in, chest pressed to her exposed breasts, lips ghosting over her mouth, before she felt his words hot against her ear, “Gorgon cum tastes surprisingly tropical.” He bit down on the lobe before gripping her waist and flipping her over, jerking her up onto all fours.
“Xavier?” She demanded, voice muffled, still shaking from her second orgasm.
“Come on, big girl,” he huffed, grabbing Enid by the wrists and yanking her toward him. “Let’s put that mouth to use”.
“Holy shit, dude,” Ajax rubbed his palms into his eye sockets, barely able to believe he was seeing what was right before him.
With her roommate’s dripping pussy above her face, Enid grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her down to her mouth, tongue immediately slipping over her clit. Wednesday moaned, still so incredibly sensitive, then her lips descended over her friend’s pink slit, splattered in semen. She licked first one pink swollen outer lip clean and then the other.
It wasn’t the first time she had eaten the other girl out; sometimes they got bored at night after lights out, but it was the first time that they had an audience.
Xavier plunged two fingers into her hole as her friend continued to suck. He glanced to Ajax and saw him palming his rapidly growing cock. “You’re fucking hard again already?”
“Are you not?” He wheezed in return, eyes never leaving the sight of Wednesday licking the cleft he had just made a sloppy mess of. “This is like, the most incredible night of my life.”
“Enid,” he called. She didn’t respond. Her eyes were closed as he removed his digits from Wednesday making her whine out in displeasure. “Ajax, needs your help,” he told the girl beckoning his friend with his other hand.
“Huh?” She asked, confused, as he lifted the wet cunt away from her face, turning and readjusting the blond so that her head hung off the side of the bed.
“Open up,” he tapped her chin, she did as requested. “Get in there,” he nodded to his friend who fist bumped him with a grin, clutching his dick and feeding it into the mouth of the upside down werewolf before him.
When Xavier got back to his own date she was rubbing her clit, gasping against Enid’s lower lips.
“Come here, you,” he slapped her on first one ass cheek and then he other, biting his lower lip. She grunted as he changed her position, shifting her closer to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees on the floor. “You can eat as much of that pussy as you want,” he told her, breathing against her folds, before offering them a wet slap as well. “As long as you let me eat this one,” and set to devouring his own spunk from within her hole, as promised, one hand spreading her labia as the other gliding over the head of his cock, running down the shaft, teasingly.
By the time Wednesday found herself tucked into bed that night, Xavier, naked, pressed along the back side of her, holding her possessively with one had on her breast and the other cupping between her legs, she was absolutely exhausted. There was cum in her hair, painting her tits, and her ass was sore enough that she would likely struggle to sit on her stool the following day in Ms. Thornhill’s class.
Thing had crept back home at some point only to witness some of the events and immediately turn and scurry back out of the window.
Enid and Ajax were whispering, giggling, across the room, as Wednesday closed her eyes, willing her body to relax. She had never shared a bed before, had never been held as she attempted sleep.
Warm lips on her ear whispered, “I think that was the most memorable first date I’ve ever had.” She merely hummed a reply, unsure what to say. Personally, Wednesday hadn’t even considered the evening as such but there was no reason to argue over it, not when she felt loose and pleased, warm at her back where he nestled against her. She would let him have this one thing; allowing it could lead to many more pleasurable events.