Again the ginger girl opened her mouth to reply and was cut off, not by the touch of skilled fingers, but the sudden warm softness of her roommate’s lips caressing her mouth, easing her own apart, sealing her breath away. Cracky’s eyes widened at the feeling of a tongue teasing her lips, flicking against her front teeth, before sliding deeper into her open mouth. Her spine arched of its own accord and her eyes slid shut as once again those fingertips found her most sensitive areas, drawing filigree patterns down her chest from throat to cleavage.

Her hands seemed to move all by themselves, as if someone else had taken control of her body while her mind was still swimming in the kiss that stretched on. They reached upward to the naked girl leaning down over her and encircled Faux’s torso just below her shoulders, slipping under her arms, curling around and clasping tightly. Her fingers found the blue-haired girl’s smooth skin, like warm silk to the touch, and they made their presence known with a sharp bite of cleanly trimmed nails as Faux’s own squeezed at her right nipple through her blouse. A hiss escaped Cracky’s lips and was swallowed up by her roommate’s softly probing tongue.

After what might have been an age, they parted ever so slowly, Cracky gasping instinctively to catch her breath. Her eyes drifted open lethargically to the sight of her roommate’s face, her nose barely inches away, azure eyes fixed on hers with rapt anticipation. They sparkled as Cracky gave a slow but enthusiastic smile, and then Cracky barely had enough air in her to let out a soft noise in protest as Faux laid her lips satin-soft on the ginger’s throat. Over and over she kissed the tender flesh of Cracky’s neck, leading a trail from just under the chin right down to the hollow of her throat, whereupon the redheaded girl uttered an abrupt squeal of pleasure.

The damp, hot touch of a tongue slathered across the curve of Cracky’s collarbone, a lewd lick that left a broad patch of saliva-coated skin tingling coolly in its wake as it dried, quickly replaced by the satiny feel of Faux’s spread lips pressed against her.

Cracky yelped as teeth caught her sensitive skin. Faux in kind applied a mild suction that brought a shuddering moan from the ginger’s lips. No doubt there would be an obvious mark in the morning.

Now even the feeling of her own blouse was erotic, the thin fabric rubbing against her hardened nipples with every movement of her body. As if following some unheard command, Faux finally released her oral hold on her roommate’s neck and directed her attention further down towards the last few buttons holding Cracky’s blouse in place. Agile fingers loosened each in turn and slowly peeled back the material guarding Cracky’s breasts, letting the cool air in. Cracky drew a hissing breath as first a cold breeze and then warm air wafted against her erect nipples; Faux breathed softly over the right while her fingertips found the left and pinched gently. In return, Cracky’s fingernails left fine red lines on the smooth, silken skin of Faux’s shoulders.

Feather-light fingertips danced along Cracky’s body, tracing orgasmic patterns across the supple skin of her abdomen and lower, descending ever further towards the slack waist of her skirt. The fabric glided easily down her hips with just a slight tug. Too quick. Too easy. Too soon.

“Wait,” breathed the ginger in between silent pants. Again their eyes met for a moment and lingered. A hand reached trembling up to the face of her blue-haired lover, fingers curling to brush against the silken skin of her cheek, a fingertip wandering lightly across Faux’s lips. “Don’t…no rush.”

The nude girl kissed that finger and the rest in turn, then slid one carefully between her lips. Her tongue caressed that delicate digit as her own fingers stroked up and down along Cracky’s extended arm, following the curve of every muscle.

“I want to remember…”

Suddenly, silently, Faux was on her knees astride her roommate, the naked surface of her inner thighs rubbing against Cracky’s abdomen and her hands placed to either side of the ginger’s head. In turn, Cracky ensnared her fingers into the bobbed locks of blue velvet enshrouding her lover’s face and pulled the nude girl into another kiss, this time considerably more urgent than the last, and yet so soft and sweet just as before. A hot, tacky moisture pressed against the mound of her pelvis just above the apex of her thighs, grinding, flesh on flesh as Faux lowered herself until the contact between them was as complete as it could be. The blue-haired girl felt hot against the bare skin of her naked stomach, achingly rigid nipples crushed against Cracky’s own breasts bringing another half-whispered moan of sensation that Faux drank up with an eager tongue.

“I’ll never let you forget,” came the reply at last as they lay, nose to nose, bodies pressed together intimately with their hands enwound about one another, words breathed barely audible into Cracky’s left ear. “I promise.” Lips closed around that sensitive lobe and sucked.

Sensations gradually blurred and melted into something warm and wonderful. Cracky let herself drown in it all; the perfectly sweet taste of her lover’s tongue, warm breath tickling at her tender skin, fingernails drawing invisible feather-light scratches down her arms and breasts, the warm, sticky feeling resting on the mound of her pubis lewdly spilling over her lower abdomen. Faux seemed to know every trick, how to stimulate every part of her in ways even she herself had not known, until a vibrant longing sang through her bones and made her skin tingle from head to toe.

She had expected that slithering tongue to travel on downward as it had been so doing, down to the cloth that now felt so very insubstantial, and yet so stifling on her, concealing her most intimate parts from her lover’s gaze. But no, Faux had circled once, around the shallow indent of Cracky’s navel top to bottom and back again, and, with such slow and deliberate action that it seemed utterly lewd, her lips had hidden the false orifice from view in a passionate kiss. Her tongue had probed at that slight, narrow dip between the muscles of Cracky’s lower torso and brought a fresh wave of ecstasy all too readily voiced.

That was when it turned from deliciously peculiar to sublimely weird.

Their eyes locked again in silence as Faux’s tongue, now in plain sight, dove into that shallow false opening, wriggling in a most stimulating way. Her expression said something important, something Cracky failed to recognize at first, something that couldn’t quite be put into words. Then her eyes turned down again, tongue withdrew, and she reached up to pin both of her ginger lover’s wrists against the bed above her head.

Cracky watched, curious, then downright confused, as her roommate spat out a small glob of something gooey and pale blue that oozed down from the end of her tongue ever so slowly to land right in Cracky’s navel.

A sharp heat at first followed by pain, drilling into her belly, and then something exploded inside her and every nerve in the knotted remnant of what had once been an umbilical came to life and started pulsing euphoria directly into her brain so hard that she almost passed out. The sensation flooded her mind with endorphins until the whole world was spinning around her before gradually dying away, leaving her twitching spasmodically from the aftershock.

The intrusion of that probing tongue brought back the overpowering wave of pleasure as it teased and wormed its way into her navel, deeper than it should have surely, penetrating a hole that was not there.

When Faux sharply sat up, releasing her lover’s wrists and rising up fully to her knees bestride the ginger, weird became very much insufficient to describe the situation. Cracky watched with rapt attention as the blue-haired girl, panting softly and thoroughly red faced, slid one hand down her own toned, slender abdomen. Those delicate, talented fingers spread apart the pale outer petals of her sex, displaying soaking pinkish-red flesh within. At the very apex of her labia, where the inner folds curved to form a small hood that Cracky recognized at once, something was happening.

Faux threw back her head with a tremulous gasp as that narrow hood was pushed upward by the emerging flesh. Like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube, that was how Cracky pictured it, extending from where would have been a clitoris until it was almost a foot long. It was thin, barely the width of a single finger, tipped in a narrow pointed bulb of pinkish flesh that spread open like a gasping mouth in the cool air, splitting into three triangular petals each with a forked tip, all of which flexed and waved with obvious dexterity. More came and retreated again, disguising the true size of the thing. At one point, it reached from the sopping cleft of Faux’s sex right up her belly almost halfway to her breasts. The entire length would curl back on itself occasionally like a snake, prehensile and flexible to an incredible degree.

“Please,” came a quiet hiss from the blue-haired girl as she leaned over her roommate again, “try to relax. This may sting a little.”

“W…what?”

Down came that shroud of sky blue silken hair again, blocking out the rest of the room from Cracky’s field of view, however narrow it had already become. The smooth softness of her lover’s lips, that agile tongue teasing hers apart with ease, and then a taste. Something cool and sharp and fluid spilling onto her tongue and sliding back into her throat like melting ice cream, leaving a tingling sensation in her gums as it disappeared. She swallowed.

Locked into another of those soft, fiery kisses, Cracky was oblivious until the feeling struck. That sinuous tendril of alien flesh slithered up her lower abdomen, leaving a sticky trail of moisture behind that warmed the young girl’s naked skin as it sank in. Round and around it curled like a spiral, lapping itself several times around the pit of Cracky’s stomach, winding closer every time, each coil leaking that dampness that seemed to burn right into her brain until the sheet between her thighs was soaked through. Finally, the pointed head of the thing reared up, flexing its fleshy mandibles like a predator, and dived right into Cracky’s navel.

Her vision went white. Had she not had her mouth full at the time, the whole dorm would have heard the euphoric scream bursting from her lungs. She bit down to stifle the urge, and Faux seemed not to mind teeth on her extended tongue. If anything, the oddly simian girl let her weight rest on the ginger’s chest so she could take her young lover’s face in both palms and kissed her all the more deeply for her troubles.

Impossibly, the bunched knot of umbilical gave way to the sudden invasion without incident or even a sign of blood. The brief flare of pain that darted through Cracky’s brain gave way to the same boiling, foaming ecstasy she had felt just a few moments ago at the tender mercies of whatever biological agent Faux had unleashed upon her. Whatever it was, the ginger thought to herself, it couldn’t be so bad if it could make being stabbed through the belly feel so explosively orgasmic. So she threw herself into it wholeheartedly, leaving any rational concerns for later, and embraced the naked girl lain atop her with both arms.

Presently, Faux muttered something unintelligible in the midst of another frantic, yet tender kiss. Fingernails bit at the flesh of her lower back, and she arched her back up with a yowl, her sweating face flushed hotly in the cool air of their shared bedroom. Cracky felt a ripple, and realised it wasn’t her. Somehow, her insides could feel that invading tendril almost as clear and precisely as her over-sensitised skin, feel it wriggling about within her abdomen stroking and rubbing against things, nosing its way tentatively around inside. She felt it ripple as the pointed head touched what she recognized with an odd curiosity as her own uterus. She felt the tendril shudder, and then splay open, fingers working spasmodically. Felt it latch onto the curving outside wall of her womb like a leech, and then slide across the surface, leaving that same sticky residue wherever it touched. She could feel it sliding along further and further towards an unknown destination…

Even that strange innervating fluid failed to bring sensation to some parts, but the sheer amount of stimulation generated by that coiled tendril resting on her belly, piercing her navel, massaging her insides was enough to lock Cracky’s brain into a thoughtless cycle of climactic release, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her body, resonating in every cell. Had she better command of her facilities, she might have thought to ask just what it was all about, but Faux seemed to be doing all in her power to ensure the poor English girl was so overwhelmed with sensation that she would be thinking of very little indeed for hours to come. Though from the look of it, red-faced and taught, back arching, muscles twitching and silent gasps of pleasure slipping from her tongue, the blue-haired girl was faring little better.

Cracky’s perception began to blur when once more the sharpness of teeth prickled at her increasingly sensitive flesh. She was dimly aware, in the midst of a blue-white haze of euphoria that raged inside her mind like a hurricane of sexual ecstasy, of her cosplaying lover’s perfect ivory fangs pecking at the cherry pink skin ringing her left nipple. Again and again, Faux kissed the gingers’s open mouth with that same tender passion, pouring out her lust to melt on Cracky’s tongue and fill the pit of her stomach with erotic tension. The taste, the heat, the scent of lust that swam in her nostrils, the very feeling of a slick, sweaty body pressed against her drove sobbing yowls of pleasure from her throat that echoed around the room. Soon her ears were ringing with both the sounds and the rush of blood to her head, and her voice was a shuddering whisper, and still she called out over and over to the figure hovering above her.

It was all she could do to stay focused on Faux’s face; hair like a curtain of night, ivory skin glowing in the dim light, those mesmerizing sapphire eyes glowing down at her with an exhilarating hunger or ferocious intent.

A shrill cry cut through the sounds of flesh on flesh, the squelching, the obscenely fluid noises of that squirming tendril burrowing its way into Cracky’s abdomen. Faux arched sharply and tossed back her head in convulsive fashion, her hair flailing all around her, bucking like a wild mare with her thighs gripping powerfully on Cracky’s waist, almost forcing the young girl’s breath from her lungs. Her hips drove forward, up off the ginger’s stomach, the sleek muscles in her thighs visibly tightening with the strain, buttocks trembling. Insensate, her fingernails dug sharp red lines on Cracky’s breasts, bringing a sudden yelp amidst the panting, moaning chorus of sex. Cracky could only lift her head a little, still disoriented by the overwhelming bursts of endorphins continually saturating her brain, enough to see and feel something clear and sticky leaping out in several narrow bursts from the strange girl’s loins, jetting out to trail in long lines from Cracky’s belly right to her forehead.

Then, just as suddenly, Faux fell in a crumpled heap still straddling her roommate’s pelvis, wallowing on her back between Cracky’s parted thighs and panting heavily like someone half-drowned. The fleshy tendril joining the two girls bodily came free of Cracky’s navel with a wet pop, its petals spread wide, an almost painfully stimulating sensation. Cracky, gasping, gave a squeal that became a hiccup in her throat and made her whole body jump.

Soaking, the bed sheet clung to the naked skin of her back and arms as she sprawled in lazy satisfaction. Her body from head to toe was drenched, hot, sticky, and thoroughly worn out. When she finally put her weight on her elbows, she was met with a similar sight.

Faux lay splayed out on the bed much the same. A thin layer of perspiration caused her pristine ivory skin to shimmer like liquid silver in the pale, dim light. Her arms were arrayed to either side carelessly, only her legs were wrapped tightly about her dear roommate’s hips; that wonderful feeling of warm, slippery flesh pressed together brought a self-conscious smile to Cracky’s lips. Down there, where a slip of white cotton still concealed her most intimate treasures, Faux in return was on full display, her thighs parted enough to let the English girl see the soft, pinkish red folds of flesh that now dripped with the same gel-like secretion she had expelled with such force a moment ago. From the apex of Faux’s sex, there was the strange tendril itself, still waving about restlessly if a little disoriented in its motions, wafting about like a flower in the breeze with its makeshift mouth spread agape.

Her face was flushed so perfectly, the tint of warm crimson in those silvery cheeks, and her silken hair was plastered to her brow with sweat in such erotic disarray. Her breath heaved audibly from her lungs, panting for oxygen, such that her chest rose and fell pronouncedly as to emphasise further her nudity, her slight breasts shifting back and forth.

Slowly she looked up, met her young lover’s gaze in return, and the soft redness of her face became darker to Cracky’s quiet amusement. Faux turned her face away, but there would be none of that. A gentle, sweaty hand cupped her cheek, turning her head so that Cracky could see those haunting blue-grey eyes that glowed with some inner fluorescence. She stared for a long while indeed, just panting softly, letting the ripples of post-orgasmic release wash over her. She smiled to the exotically beautiful girl lying there exhausted in front of her, and felt something warming in the bottom of her chest when Faux’s perfect lips smiled back at her with all the self-conscious joy of a ten year old.

“Beautiful,” whispered the ginger, her eyes still watching her lover’s own. Scarlet spread from cheek to chin and down Faux’s pale throat in reply, her smile turned to a most embarrassed expression as she tried to turn her head away again and was stopped by another hand. Cracky cupped her bedmate’s face in her palms just as she had felt moments before and, wordlessly, she leaned down to kiss those soft, sweet lips again.

On Cracky’s terms, each kiss was slow and soft and lingering, still the same heartfelt warmth and tender passion that flowed between them for a brief second, but without the urgency of Faux’s earlier actions. Once she finally coaxed the blue-haired girl to wrap her arms about her neck and return the gesture herself, the result was sublime.

They kissed. Once, twice, or a million times, Cracky wasn’t keeping count. The sudden rush of blood to her brain made everything feel all light and tingly. The feeling in the pit of her stomach had become a gentle fluttering that slowly rose up through her chest, as if bursting to escape, her heart felt like a flock of butterflies behind her ribs.

Her hands slowly slipped down from Faux’s face, fingers tracing the perfect contours of her love’s jaw and neck down to her collar. She took the spent girl by her shoulders and lifted her up against her own chest, clutching Faux to her affectionately. In reply, arms around her neck tightened briefly before reaching around her awkwardly, one under one over her own, and Faux squeezed herself tight to the ginger’s front, clinging as if in desperation.

Again they kissed, this time Cracky couldn’t say who kissed who, but the tightness refused to lessen. Something rang out to her in that moment, a nameless something, she felt herself tightening her own hold on the naked, perfect body in her arms. She did so, and Faux made a soft sound, muffled into the kiss, but her grasp slackened marginally. When they finally broke apart for just a moment, Cracky saw that light, that hypnotic blue in blue of the American girl’s true eyes, and in it an endless warmth and hopeful acceptance where there had been before only passion, wild and urgent, and perhaps even fear.

“Beautiful…”

Now that flickering light shone back at her with a wonderful intensity, a shimmering cerulean fire set against the warm crimson of Faux’s pale cheeks. All the same, for a moment Cracky thought she might pull away from the sudden embrace. Almost subconsciously, she held that ivory figure even tighter against herself, as if willing her to remain.

“Don’t…” Cracky was surprised to hear her own voice break the silence. A tightness in her throat, the heat of moisture in her eyes seemed like nothing to the warm, contented feeling in her chest. “Don’t leave.”

The reaction surprised her all the more. Fingernails pressed at her bare shoulder blades, arms tight around her, Faux pressed herself against the ginger girl with desperate longing.

“I can’t,” she replied quietly, still panting. “I won’t. Not ever. I swear…”

Again their eyes found one another so easily. It felt like the most natural thing to just sit there on the ruined sheets and hold this perfect girl in her arms and just let herself stare into those deep blue eyes for as long as she could. Words may fail her now, but those eyes told her everything. Cracky only took one hand from her love’s body to brush her fingers against one perfect cheek, wishing for a second that she could say the same herself with such ease. Faux’s lip quivered slightly, as if trembling on the edge of a revelation.

“Lia,” whispered the English girl.

The fire broke. For an instant, Cracky was shocked by what she saw hidden behind it in those perfect crystal-blue eyes. Then the stalker girl was kissing her again, and again and again, and all she could think of was how good it felt.

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