Emmie laps my leaking lower lips while I lower the intensity of the vibration of the spear still in her body. My fingers are still in the warmth of the scenery behind her puckered hole where they are feeling the contractions of her muscles and the traveling vibrations.
She slowly calms my pussy down, taking care of the cave she had made bleed just the day before, and I do the same with my fingers which move back and forth the length of a phalange, and with smaller movements, the vibrating spear.
The tension that has flooded the room falls back down, and melts into something tame, less intense. It is like an after sale service, and we continue until our bodies relax.
"Ahhh~"
*Spurt*
I exhale and pull the drowning spear out of Emmie's pussy. It is like a failing dam that finishes collapsing. It makes way for the rest of the liquid that has been held back, making Emmie sigh in my lightless cave, before I stand up from her face.
I look down and see the mess I have made. Instead of anything else, I feel the dirty appearance is actually arousing. Emmie looks in my eyes and licks what she can on her lips and around her mouth, with a smile.
But now that we are done, my anger from earlier comes back, not burning, but enough that I'm upset.
I throw the crime tool onto Emmie, wipe my hand on her skin, then on her quilt, before I lie down on my belly again to resume what I have been doing.
Emmie laughs.
"Max, don't be angry. Let me help you try."
She comes to sit on me, and pushes the wet spear where she had been trying to insert it before I counterattacked with fear and anger.
It goes in slowly but smoothly with the mix of her liquids that remain on it, and my own that are still abundant where they are produced. The gentle vibration she turns on makes me clench the muscles connected to my walls, and tighten them slightly.
I try to ignore it, and resume my learning endeavor, and I succeed. But Emmie doesn't take kindly to my indifference. She cranks up the level, slowly, but surely, until I have to suppress the beginning of a small orgasm. My pussy comes to life once more, with my walls squirming to respond to the simulation and prep me for what my body is perceiving as something preceding a full-blown mating.
In the end, after just a few minutes, I clench my muscles like I'm holding back my piss. I look back and glare at Emmie, but she only laughs with her dirty face, and pulls me up.
"Come, Max! Let's take a shower!"
Then she pulls me to the bathroom, her breasts jumping from her energetic movements, and my insides still stuffed and vibrating from what she has pushed in there, making me almost crouch down.
I intensify my glare, but I don't pull the intruder out of my pussy. I'm stuck between resisting and enjoying the situation as Emmie laughs.
She turns on the showerhead, pushes my short hair back and tucks it behind my ear on one side into the style that has attracted her and led to all excitement without interlude.
The water from above baptizes us, making us wet not only inside. Our embrace feels natural, just like the kiss that follows, as my inside tremor.
Two bodies, two pairs of breasts crushing against each other under the cascading liquid, and a lustful heat that the chill of the water can't seem to win again.
Emmie… might not be the only insatiable one.
"Ah~~~"
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It has been a few days already. Emmie has returned to school, as vivacious as before. It is as if what happened has no influence on her. Though, in truth, she had not been under much threat, but that was only because of my reaction that day. I took the initiative and pulled the danger away from her.
But the insidiousness of the teacher she used to admire, and the short trip to the hospital where she had had to speak with police officers don't appear to bother her at all.
Somewhere inside my heart, I envy that carefree spring-filled mind of my friend. Now we are walking down the side of the road, with the afternoon sun more than halfway through its journey.
Emmie is wearing a lettuce trim cold shoulder crop denim top that stops just below her ribcage, with white pants below and heeled sandals. Meanwhile, I'm wearing a denim skirt that reaches past the middle of my thighs, along with a sleeveless tank top hugging my form above.
I'm reacquainting myself with my more feminine wears, and I'm quite enjoying the air kissing my exposed skin.
We make heads turn on our way, something Emmie enjoys with a bright grin on her face as she ignores the source of the gazes. Only the administration matters, validating what she already knows, that she is attractive.
I shake my head inwardly, but she knows me well, 'intimately', even, making her catch my subtle gesture. She turns to me with bubbling laughter, and leans over to hook her arms with mine and crash her breasts against it.
"What are you thinking? I bet it is something bad about me."
Her large circle hoop earrings shake along with her ponytail as she glances at the side of my face half-covered by my hair.
The corner of my mouth tilts with helplessness. Emmie is not vain, but who can judge her for loving herself and enjoying the love she is getting? However, I don't want to stoke her ego and make it inflate, so I poke somewhere else.
"I'm wondering how to make you reach the top ten of our class."
I say without blinking, and Emmie freezes, flummoxed, but also a little shocked, and afraid.
"Wha– Wait, I'd rather you think something bad about me. I know you want to be a good student this year. Don't pull me along with you this year."
This time, I smile. That is really Emmie speaking. She is not lazy, or dumb, only without much motivation for learning.
"You should find what you desire, Emmie. That way, you will be able to work toward a goal instead of going with the flow and drifting aimlessly."
"Ahem, Max, let's change the subject."
Before I can glare at her with helpless amusement, Emmie speaks again.
"Oh, look, we have arrived. Is this the place?"