Chapter 1 - Taking Advantage

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Seated at their ‘designated’ lunch table, neither Allison nor her aptly nicknamed ‘Admirer’ can tell today from any other day. Their table has the same little scratch in the corner it always does. Allison is letting her waist-length glossy black hair fly around as she rambles about something neither of the two other inhabitants of their wayward corner slot care about. The brunette with pigtails, Admirer, is nodding along as if she’s paying attention. Using her lack of vocals as an excuse to not respond in any meaningful way, while she texts her mother about dinner plans.

The burly framed Kevin isn’t even pretending, his heavily muscled arms are on the table openly playing a handheld game with the sound on and somewhat loud. It’s just like any other day, an outcast, her mute ‘best friend’, and the school bully coexisting because they don’t fit anywhere else. In his case, because he’s pissed off just about everyone else. He’s pissed off Allison too, but he’s long come to terms with the fact that she has problems and those problems mean strange things for their dynamic.

The difference, however subtle, isn’t in the subtext or even the foreground. It’s a single question. “Admirer, um, are you listening?”

The dull brown-eyed girl perks up, staring into Allison’s melty caramels with surprise. She nods awkwardly yet energetically, trading vocality for enthusiasm. “I was asking if I could run away to your house tonight?” The silent girl looks to the boy who ignores her, then away with wide eyes. A deer in the headlights, she matches her gaze again and gulps. “I know it’s a lot but, my mom’s coming home tonight and that never goes well. I don’t wanna lose more.” 

It takes a moment, a long one, the cutie with gentle hips and a pair of burgeoning mounds contemplates deeply, before finally jumping in place and giving her a happy nod that makes her pigtails bounce around animatedly. “Thank you, oh thank you!” Allison claps, smiling with her eyes before Admirer’s suddenly swallowed by a tight pair of arms that refuse to let her go. 

“Eee-” Admirer sounds slightly. It’s not a word, but it’s enough to get the message across; specifically to the boy, who scoffs and shakes his head. Allison’s completely clueless, as she always is, to the flailing girl’s flaming embarrassment.

“Errr…” Things have been rather awkward for a few hours now. Admirer’s mom won’t stop calling Admirer ‘Miranda’ so apparently, that’s her name. Allison always thought it was Ashley or something, so she feels like a terrible friend - and she really should - but that’s not really what makes things awkward. 

The silence makes things awkward. At school, Allison has a list of things she wants to talk about. Allison just blurbs and goes until the bell rings and then they part ways. Here, in Admirer’s bedroom, the silence encroaches and Allison hasn’t the slightest way to combat it besides sitting in the corner of the room with a book and doing what she always does. She listens to music on her headphones and feels lonely.

It’s kinda strange being lonely with a friend here. The thing is, that friend won’t talk, they can’t, so they’ve also chosen to read something on their phone instead of trying to spark conversation.

It’s enough to make the time go past painfully slowly, slow enough she has a grip on the seconds. That is until with a blink she realizes it’s ten o’clock. “When did it…” She trails, only to notice Admirer - err, Miranda, she’ll figure it out - looking up at her from her phone. “It’s really late.” She explains. “I uh. I didn’t realize.” She reaches up with one hand and rubs through the hair on the back of her head. It’s thick and smooth, and the feeling of her fingers on her scalp reminds her that someone is here for her, even if that person is her.

“I didn’t go home, so I don’t actually have pajamas.” She explains. “Or a change of clothes for school tomorrow. So I can’t sleep in these, but I have nothing to change into after a bath…”

For a moment she thinks her point might be flying right over her - as is normal - but to her surprise, the silent and petite girl jumps up off her bed and approaches her dresser in the corner. She kneels to get at a drawer at the bottom, and Allison can’t help but get up to watch with a sense of tenseness to her as well as an odd admiration for her best friend’s cute and petite form.

She lifts a pair of pink bottoms with strawberries on them. They look like some kind of yogurt box, except for sleeping in. It’s cute but - those are apparently for her. She sets them on the bed and goes to get her a - now it’s yellow and creamy with bananas… “Uh, Admirer…”

She drops those to the floor and lifts another, this one’s white and black, with a panda face here and there. “Do these all have um…” The next is a shorter piece, with a shirt attached. Green with mint leaves. “Why would anyone even make that?”

“Guh-nnn…” It takes Allison more than a few fuzzy, foggy moments to realize the feeling of warmth covering her up to her chest, and a wet weight atop her isn’t coming from the realm of the unawakened. Her eyes slowly flicker open, and her gaze takes in reality one drip at a time. The silver nozzle, the white walls around her somewhat soggy legs. She’s surprised the bath is still warm, but then she did turn it up as hot as she could, to wash away the awkward feelings that had swelled in her chest. Watching Admirer be that cute - watching Miranda be that cute - it was something else. It fluttered her heart in ways she didn’t know she was capable of. 

She’d always thought she had feelings for Kevin, he was the first to pay real attention to her. Even if he is a complete jerk. But these… These feelings made her toes feel tingly, and her whole epidermis red. “Ow, tsss...” She hisses to herself, wriggling a little in the water. It’s still warm, so she can’t understand why it hurts. She can’t have been here long enough for it to hurt, even if she passed out. An hour would see her submerged in icy chills, the mirror is still fogged as well. “Gah-aah-what the fuck!” She can’t help it, something is intense, like she’s boiling alive. 

For a moment she worries she’d burned herself on the water, that is until she reaches down and grips the agony. “Wha-!” Her feet leave the tub with a jump, her pert ass does too. She slams back in with enough force to cause a splash.

She doesn’t feel guilty though, she has to be justified this once for making a mess, because what rests inside her hand is not some normal aching muscle. What rests in between Allison’s fingers, thick enough she can barely bridge the gap with a single hand’s grip, is soft and hard at the same time. Between her fingers rests a juicy cock the likes of which she’s only read about in books. It feels nice to touch, really nice, the skin tender and needy. She makes a trepidation filled jerk, and then another when the first brings stars to her eyes.

“Aah-hah-” Her eyes roll, and she continues. Forceful, the water bouncing and splashing around with her hastily ramming grip. “Nnn-” It won’t go down, maybe it’s not supposed to, but nothing’s happening either. Sure it feels good but, isn’t something supposed to come up after a few minutes of doing this? That’s what the videos said, and the occasional smut book she could sneak out of her parent’s library. “Nn…”

A hand lands on the edge of the tub while her remainder sticks to her throbbing mast, and she steps out, careful to lift the plug and wrap a towel around her without blocking her new toy. The towel smells like Admirer, a little bit of chestnut and cherry. It’s enough to make the jerky thing at her waist even stronger, but not before she’s dry and slipping on those stupid banana cream pajamas. She’d decided to go with them because Admirer was going strawberry, and she seemed to want them to match a lot more than reasonable.

The girl’d done her such a favor by letting her stay over today, she couldn’t disappoint her just because she didn’t want to feel like a tacky bowl of fruit. “Bed.” She decides, taking a few extra moments to dry her hair now that her knob below is safely placed inside the very lacking cage that is the banana pajama bottoms. This can be tomorrow’s issue because she clearly didn’t wake up. If girls are growing massive throbbing shlongs, she’s still sleeping.

She doesn’t look, she doesn’t watch her path, she’s sleeping so none of it matters. Not even when she trips over the discarded pajamas she didn’t pick - apparently Miranda never put them back - and lands face-first into the blankets. She’s in a dream, bad footing is reasonable.

She slips under the covers and takes a deep breath, only to be shocked more awake by the potency of cherry and chestnuts. Admirer’s scent is strong right now, powerful, a constant tease to her lower half and a reminder that there’s a cute girl right there. “Guh.” Right there or not, she’s also long asleep, her arms folded under her pillow and her face on its side on that pillow. She’s laying on her front, her sweet tush facing the sky, and as much as it shames her to admit it, the thought has her throbbing harder while she licks her lips.

She rests tensely, trying to erase the temptations from her mind. Seconds pass, those seconds turn into minutes. The constant begging pain at her waist continues to overwhelm her with scorching flame. It flows through her, washes her in a tainted fire, it causes her to toss and turn until finally with a huff she throws the blanket off and sits up.

She’s adjusted to the dark nicely, allowing her to see new things she wouldn’t have before, especially with the blanket pushed down like this. There are little details like the soft red of the sheet below them, or that the mass she tripped on wasn’t Admirer’s pajamas but Allison’s old clothes. She’d forgotten she wasn’t at her house and was kind of a slob. With a wince, she resigns herself to apologizing by being better about what she does with these pajamas in the morning.

The most important detail her eyes now take in that they couldn’t before is that Miranda’s pajama pants are rolled down her hips and legs just enough that Allison can make out a pair of bear print paw panties. They are white and childish with a big fluffy red padded bear foot right on the crevice between her cheeks. “What are we, eight?” She snickers, only to wince to herself when a painful throb sends what feels like black fire up her skin.

She reaches over to grip the girl’s bottoms and pull them up, allowing herself a mere second to treat herself to a nice grope of her best friend’s tight ass.
Then another second.
Then another.

Her heart stops with each grope and beats to the feel of her friend’s firm buttocks. She’s got a good amount of cushion, and yet a nice thick bounce that presses back against her hands like a spring. She’s not an expert but she feels she can say with admiration that Admirer has a very nice ass and she’d very much like to feel more of it. “Hah-” A flare of heat shoots up her loins and she winces, closing one eye and shifting over subconsciously to climb onto her friend’s legs.


One of her legs slips in between Miranda’s, the other pressed against her hip, and her hands land symmetrically on her cheeks. Before she even realizes she’s not doing her friend a favor, but instead indulging, she’s two minutes into massaging them and she can’t help but feel another minute won’t make this any worse. She rolls her palms in circles, kneading and squeezing them in a way that makes her thick, rigorous cock push against her panties so hard it hurts to be constrained.

“Nnn-” She doesn’t bother thinking more, this is a dream right? She pulls her own yellow cream banana pajamas down, her tight dark panties falling with them less than a second after. “Hau-” Her eyes roll at the new feeling, air on her, peace and relief. After so much teasing and constriction, her massive shlong flopping out is enough to force her to drip a huge glob of precum right onto that paw print below her. It flows down, seeping in and creating a thick glaze all the way down to the bed.

“Ooh, wait, no~!” Those rolling eyes widen as she takes in the way the cute undergarment clings to her friend when it’s wet like that. It presses right against her lower lips with a white creamy coating. It’s beautiful, but it’s also terrifying. What if that somehow gets inside her? What if she gets Admirer pregnant somehow like this?

It’s impossibly unlikely, right? But what if it’s not? Allison’s never been good with questions like this, and now, in her own form of agony over what to do about the engorged shaft screaming at her, is not the time she suddenly figures out pressure.

Allison reaches out and grips the band of her friend’s soiled protection, takes a deep breath, and begins to slip them off her toasty cheeks to save her. It’s a violation of their trust, she recognizes that, if Admirer woke up right now it’d be impossible to explain this. Her roaring dick floating just above her, and her panties slipping down, but she has to.

She gets so wrapped up in that fact that she has to that she forgets her predicaments, that is until the bear print is down. She eyes the way the final protective garment lies worthlessly down her knees, forming a gentle prison for them.

She’s right where she started, but Miranda’s not. This time Miranda’s legs are somewhat spread, and Allison’s fingers find themselves compulsively digging into bare tush instead of thin cloth.

It looks as soft as it feels. “Gllp.” She sounds, staring at the lovely dream before her. For a moment her pains cease, and a feeling of purity flows over her. She’s found her truth, the correct answer her anxiety won’t normally let her grasp.

That truth comes with a hot haze, one that has her slip her fingers down Miranda’s crack, and then glide them across her outer pussy lips. “Ah-” She hears from her mute friend, and that’s more than enough to tell her not to second guess herself. Miranda rarely makes any sound at all, she’s grown accustomed to trying to avoid questions by being completely silent.

Her touches reveal that this magnificent girl under her is pretty wet, a fact which throws her out of that pure bliss and fills her with questions. Is her friend secretly a slut that gets soaked on the drop of a dime, trying out every dick in their grade and only sparing time for her out of pity?

Her breath hitches, her airway tightens. Squish.

The feeling of her thumb plodding along her soaked nether lips and the gentle slush of her folds trying to accept that thumb in reminds her of something far more important. That she’s been fondling this poor girl’s ass for like ten minutes now. “I gave you a wet dream, didn’t I.” A flame erupts across her cheeks with a vengeance. “I’m sorry for doubting you, I’m the one doing wrong here, I have no right to judge, even if I was right I couldn’t judge you…”

She plays a little, feels the thin girl writhe under her, before with a start, she realizes another dumb thing. It’d be cruel of her to give her a wet dream and then tease her forever, never letting her finish. Teasing her like that would make her selfish, as well as a terrible friend.

She takes a very deep and very long breath, before she climbs a little up her friend’s body, and lays down atop her. She rests there for an indeterminate amount of time, hyping herself up to cross a few dozen lines before she starts to gently rub her shaft along the outer lips of Miranda’s pussy. She lets the moment overtake her, and strokes the soaked bliss to tease her and push her a little closer towards an edge that was accidentally driven towards.

Her arms wrap warmly around Miranda at a little gasp, potent and pleasurable. It’s like music to her ears, and hugging her tightly is her way of swearing to never let that sound go. This hug makes her feel closer to Admirer, it lets her rock into her. That is until a solid twitch from the girl under her sets off a chain of events all at once. Miranda’s innocence begins to powerfully move, an act that’s just the start of the small girl cumming gently on her cock.

Spasms and twitches tease her tip, and with one potent gasp after another, “Aaah!”
she starts to thrust faster and faster against her. It’s an eagerness that spreads over her mind like flame, eagerness to quickly release, eagerness to intensify the gentle orgasm she’s brought her best friend. “Only the best for you,” she murmurs, quickly losing her mind to it.

“Aah-haah-haah-Aaauu!” Allison cries out when she thrusts just a little too fast and slips a little too hard against her folds. Her massive tip pushes past those rosy lower lips and plunges several inches into a new paradise. She slips directly into an actively cumming pussy. “Hoohly-crap!” She can’t stop now, not with that many lightning bolts flowing up her spine. She begins to pull her hips back and thrust in without any care for why or what, her aching, hateful prick burying itself in a tight snatch that floats her pains on a river of love and care.

She extends it, she’s sure of it. It feels as if it goes on forever, time moving as if still. It’s not until it’s gone that her bucking begins to calm down. It is as if that orgasm was never there to begin with, all that’s is thin folds squeezing her. She hears Admirer grunt with the tiniest amount of pain, and she slows to a gentle thrusting as if struck with a whip. Slow and careful, that’s what she’ll do. She didn’t mean to hurt her, she won’t do it again.

Her everything reminds her that as magical as it feels to pump her nagging and staggering miseries into her, as forceful as Admirer’s folds are at coating them with peace, she’s trying to gift Miranda with a nice potent end to a wet dream. She is in no way trying to wake her up, and in fact, waking her up is the worst scenario.

Which is why when she sees the girl’s head begin to shift, and her eyes slowly flutter open, she kisses the back of her neck and whispers sweet nothings. She rubs her stomach, sings a sweet little song to ease her troubles. That is until inner walls suddenly grip her intensely like a velvet vice, “hah!” and she finds herself crying out against her will. “You’re the best friend ever~” She gasps instead, overwhelmed and unable to do anything but renew her bucks into her.

The realization that she’s awake, yet still treating her with her gentle movements is enough to make her tear up. She knows she shouldn’t be happy, by all rights she has zero way to prove she had solid intentions at one point, or that she even still does. She is happy, and logic doesn’t change that. She takes advantage of the tilt to her newly roused Miranda’s head and captures her lips with a heated kiss that changes her world. “This is all a dream.” She whispers with love, and despite reason, Admirer tries to believe it.

The gentle girl’s eyes do close when she nods and lies her head down. With one action she proves to Allison that she is a terrible person and her friend is an angel. She proves it easily without even trying, without a doubt. She proves her angelic nature as casually as breathing and proves Allison’s evils just as quickly. She makes their true natures as clear and obvious as daylight after a long storm. 

The girl is giving her a chance. She knows without a doubt that if she stops right here her friend will assume it was a dream. She’ll forget about it, treat the time she woke up with her best friend’s dick in her like an idle fantasy and not a knife to the heart.

The thing is, the thing that twists the blade and hurts Allison, is that she can’t stop. She tries to no avail, her hips are stronger than her weak will. “Oaah, haah, I love you!” She cries out instead, pumping into her even faster. Her lover’s insides splish and splash, her soaking lips become an abused bond of flesh between them. Admirer clenches testingly, and Allison groans loudly. It’s enough of a chain of logic that the girl snaps to awareness, clear in the knowledge that the throbbing, pumping meat inside her is real.

Even as fluttery as her eyes are, she manages to gaze brown into caramel and deadpans for her. It’s an oddly judging look, one that demands she stop.

For Allison’s credit, she tries again. She grips her tight, pulls back, holds herself there for a few seconds, and then the pain jumps in like a rocket and she rams in. She slams into Miranda hard enough to see the girl bounce, her ass jiggle, and her whole body lurch. Her hand slaps onto her desk side table, pulling her phone to her, and instantly starting to type.

Allison’s heart stops yet again, is she calling for help? Can she even do anything about that? A part of her reminds she could force the phone out of her hands, she’s always been stronger than the cutie beneath her. Another part of her recognizes that to do so would be to acknowledge that she’s taking advantage, a fact that parts of her still haven’t clued in yet. Stopping her would destroy any pretense in her hindbrain that still thinks, twisted as it is may be, that she’s doing something good.

“Allison, are you, raping me?” The phone calls out with a robotic voice, one that catches her attention mid wet thrust, Admirer’s insides squish around her length and she begins to answer.
She has to answer, she owes her that. If she’s going to use her body like this, she needs to speak up for it. Even if it breaks her heart. “No, I, well, maybe, I-I’m sorry I, it just happened!” 

She gulps loudly, burying her face in the girl’s back with wet eyes she doesn’t deserve the privilege to shed. It doesn’t stop her from pumping, pushing into her in ways she was afraid to before the girl was awake. “Haah, you’re so cute and I needed, and, I’m a bad friend!” She cries out, realizing the truth to her statement with a start. “People don’t avoid me because I’m cursed, I’m just bad!”

The tapping on the keyboard of the phone lets Allison take a moment to drag her shaft along the top of the sweet, tight snatch of her best and only friend. She is no longer hurried to cum, even if she can’t help but whimper at the thought of another minute without release. Her aching tip must be purple inside Admirer by now, but alas she holds. “Stop, not bad, still friends.” The phone calls out. 

It’s a simple message, and Allison finds herself right on an edge for it. “Please don’t ask that.” She cries. “I can’t stop, I, it’s too much. If I could stop I wouldn’t have started, I’m sorry for-” Admirer hastily taps, reaching back to pull her head from her back and forcefully interrupt her with a kiss to the lips to shut her up. “no, stop being mean to yourself, we’re still friends.”

It’s a bit too much for her, she finds herself tearing up again mid buck. She’s sure Admirer will change her opinion later, especially with the encroaching madness, the tingling in her shaft. She’s gained extra girth throughout this, and it’s for one reason. A reason she’s well aware is approaching, despite her attempts to get it to happen earlier it only dared show itself now.

A release is happening, and everything feels amazing. There’s an ember of greatness firing off in every single nerve she has, and it feels like the majority of those nerves are at one focal point, ready to explode. “Haah, right, how could I doubt us! We’re best friends!” She announces. “Best friends know that, haah, your last cycle was um… like, a couple of days ago, so it’s safe to finish inside, I can right?”

It’s a stupid attempt, a justification for what’s about to happen. Her heart sinks when Admirer types. “Two and a half weeks, not safe.” It was written so quickly, with a mad dash of desperation. Just as her cum finishes boiling inside, and her cock starts lurching, forcing her to thrust harder and faster.

“Haah-haah!” She tries to pull back, tries to be a good friend if only one time, she can’t. Her tip rams in, splitting her fully and kissing the entrance to her womb with a flurry of jagged movements. “Shouldn’t have said that haah, shoulda just said no, shoulda pushed me, I’m so sorry! I know I can’t ask this but please forgive me!”

Admirer types one last phrase just as she begins to clench and drag, wavering over her dick and telling her to finish already. “‘I’ll drink it, still friends!” 

“I love you!” Is all Allison can cry, as she rams her cock forward at full force. “Drink please!” A tidal wave unleashes, everything too much for her at once. Too many doubts release from her, opportunities lost and abuses ignored in favor of fake smiles. Every bond between them, every reason Admirer’s stopped her from going insane. Every single time this cutie beneath her has saved her life in the dead of night when she’d wondered if the world would be better without her.

It all flows past her, past the entrance to her love’s pussy, past the shaft deep inside it, through the tip kissing her most sensitive place, and into the most vulnerable place it could ever go. With an almost biblical betrayal, Allison finds every curse inside her opening up, and Miranda takes it all. Every cry, every tear. Every failed test and every burden. Her pussy accepts every drop of stigma and doubt and cleanses her so fully she can’t help but feel at peace for the first and only time in her entire life.

A gallon of baby batter flows into Admirer, and as evil as Allison felt a moment ago, she’s better for it. She keeps cumming, her body lurching and Admirer’s moving from the sheer force of the flow. Over and over her shaft thrusts and explodes, another fountain of youth flowing until it stops as suddenly as it began. The girl filled to the brim in more way than one, they both collapse.

Exhaustion sweeps through her as easily as peace. Breathing heavily, Admirer holds up her phone. “Sad face, emoji.” It says, not that Allison needs it to. Even with her eyes foggy, and her reality twisted in bliss, she can see the screen. She’s also typed out the teardrop emojis, which is needless because all of that is physical body language and they’re both right here. It is cute though. Unbelievably cute.

Too cute. Despite what she just did, she can’t help but break into giggles. She’s more than a little surprised to see Admirer does much the same.

She’s happy to hear her laugh, as gentle and underused as it might be. “Don’t hate me in the morning,” Allison whispers. “I’ll make it right, I promise. I’m rich, I’ll um, I dunno. If you get pregnant I’ll err, I don’t know what I’ll do but it’ll be my problem, not yours, I’ll handle it, I promise.”

“Friends share problems,” the phone says, drawing her gaze to the words written in bold on the screen. “Girls don’t have a penis. You needed this, right?” 

It hurts to see that, it hurts so much. Like a knife buried right into her heart, she can’t help but cry into her ‘lover’s hair. “I don’t deserve you at all.” She gasps, the words slipping past her without her even realizing it. “You’re not just too in shock to hate me, right? I’d understand.”

“One thing at a time, please.”