Chapter 1 - Further Than a Kiss

Kissing, Groping, Fingering

Days after the event and Chloe was still feeling a certain way about a certain red Adapter. So, what better way to confirm it, but to do it again, and maybe go a bit further ? 


Another Day - Lydian Bathroom
Timing was everything in the world, especially in important or dire situations. It was something Chris was well aware of in battle, sport, and even in games.
 
Whether it was waiting for her comrades to vacate the area for her to rain down bullets and fire on their enemies. Predicting and waiting for subtle changes in the winds before releasing her arrow in order to hit the bull eye of the target. Or timely jumping at the apex of your first jump for your character to reach the edge of the next building you thought impossible half an hour ago.
 
All that to say that timing is key in more things we could think or believe, Chris was certain to not be the only one aware of that.
 
Hence why she couldn't help cursing herself for being on the receiving of such 'timely opportunity' from the vixen brat currently assaulting her in a restroom stall, at Lydian Academy nonetheless.
 
She was truly unlucky, whatever she did to attract the attention of this brat could be qualified as a curse slowly eating at her, the prior days' event in which she came to her senses, in the middle of a forest with a dampness in her underwear reminding her of what could happen to her if she let that girl having her way with her.
 
With this impending thought in mind, Chris managed to push Chloe off of her, the shorter girl's back hitting the restroom door.
 
With a frustrated, annoyed glare, Chris bores her eyes on the surprised living Servant before demanding. "The fuck you think you're doing?!"
 
Chloe immediately recovered her composure after the surprise wore off, smiling a bit sheepishly to deceive the Lydian student. "I just needed a bit of mana."
 
It was a more than believable reason, Chloe's body is quite unique, being made of mana as well as being able to live as a normal human, she unfortunately gets no real nutrients from food and such. The only way for her to keep on living, or rather maintaining her existence is by getting mana, topping up her reserves before she ran low enough to the point of blinking out of the world.
 
So, Chloe asking for mana was essentially a life and death-situation to her.
 
Something that Chris was already aware of and wasn't shy of pointing out the blatant lie from the deceiving brat. "Stop screwing around, I already talked to your cousin, and she told me about the whole mana transfer thing. You either got good enough from me at that time or barely enough that you would have to go to her or your friend. In either case, nothing that could justify coming all the way here for that when other, better options are available."
 
Chloe casts her gaze to the side, cursing under her breath. "That Illya, saying unnecessary things."
 
Chris caught the mumbling from the dejected girl, smirking at the sight of the vixen's cutesy annoyed expression as she bites on the nail of her thumb. She then crossed her arm below her chest with an expecting demeanor.
 
The sway of the student's chest bouncing slightly caught the living Servant's attention, their rounder bulging from the uniform and supported by arms that seem to enhance their size awakening a desire to fondle this mammary cow bosom, more earnestly than the time when she was able to cope a however brief feel. A more intent look at the filled white shirt and she could see the faint outline of a bra underneath the fabric, it was black.
 
“So, what's the real reason?" Chris insists, calling out to the girl getting distracted by her generous bust.
 
Thoughts of how it would feel to bury her head in the girl’s hefty mounds came to a swift end, Chloe’s face flushed red in embarrassment at her own thought spiraling out of control since encountering this girl.
 
She crosses her arm, mimicking the posture of the girl in front of her in an attempt to salvage some of her pride after the drifting her mind took in whatever fantasy. "Fine, I just wanted to do it with you, happy?” She confesses before laying her eyes back on the silver-haired girl, contemplating having those soft lips against her own before she could slip her tongue in her mouth and taste her thoroughly once more. She then grins, deciding not to back down. “And if you're not willing, I can always force you a bit."
 
Chloe then hurls herself toward Chris.
 
Chris was confident in her eyes, she has to with her role during fights, asserting situations at first glance, especially incoming, potential threats. Her issue would be her coordination between brain and body, which has recently been greatly improved with the Unison training. Now she was able to hold her own, for a fair bit against her comrade Hibiki when close-quarters combat was concerned.
 
So, in comparison to her dummy, training junkie of a friend, Chloe's action was relatively slower. Add to that Chris' previous experience with the sun-kissed skin brat, she was able to pinpoint the girl's intent on the spot and act accordingly.
 
Swaying her upper body backward and a bit to the side to prevent the girl's hold on her face, followed by the palm of her hand on the juvenile girl’s solar plexus to push her back against the door causing a mild banging sound on impact, was enough to stop the attack.
 
The action was swift and precise, the attacker failing, and the defender succeeding.
 
All this stunned Chloe, while she might have announced her intention before proceeding, it was not like there was much time allowed to let Chris prepare. And yet the result of what she thought was a sneaky, surprise attack ended up being easily blocked, forcing her back against the door.
 
Her expression must have betrayed her thoughts since the busty girl didn’t hesitate to call her out on it.
 
“Please, you got me that time only because you took me by surprise. Hell, if I let that happen a second time!”
 
Chris’ statement caused Chloe to bite her bottom lip in frustration, to think that one particular interaction with her was enough to have the older girl's guard up high when she was now around.
 
The two were now locked in a staring contest, a standoff in which one has to decide how to attack and the other, how to defend.
 
Chris was the one with the greater disadvantage, both were inside a restroom stall with the door behind the attacker, meaning Chris had no choice but to go past the vixen in order to reach the door, then open it inward to leave. The silver-haired was not liking her situation one bit.
 
A similar thought process must have run through the juvenile girl’s mind as a smirk slowly crept on her face, eyes sparkling with malicious intent.
 
This change in expression and behavior alerts Chris to be more on the qui vive, furrowing her eyes and waiting for a single sign of the brat's upcoming move. ‘Hopefully, I might be able to turn things around and leave.’
 
A flash in the vixen girl’s hand alerted Chris right away, aware of this phenomenon concerning the smaller girl and its meaning.
 
It was another swift action, the hand now holding a black sword swung upward.
 
With the bowl of the toilet right behind her, Chris’ room for dodging was a bit tricky, but was successful nonetheless, only at the cost of her uniform. The tip of the blade had run through the hem of her cardigan, digging into her shirt as it cut through the fabric with an odd precision as the ascent continues between the valley of her supported breast, sectioning her bra at the bridge and freeing them from their restraint.
 
While thankful for her face or body to not have been harmed, the thought remains at the further back of her mind as her instinct dictates her to cover herself in modesty, her arm crossed over her abundant chest.
 
This lone action of protecting her virtue was, sadly all the distraction needed for Chloe to close the distance, pushing the girl onto the toilet seat and holstering herself on plump thighs before throwing her arms around Chris’ neck tightly.
 
“Gotcha!” Chloe coos sweetly before connecting their lips together. She uses her whole body to hinder her partner the use of her arms, pressing herself harder against Chris’ bountiful body.
 
Kissing an unwilling partner wasn’t an easy task for the living Servant, the silver-haired moving her head left and right to impair soft lips to be connected for too long, reducing what should have been a long, passionate mana-draining kiss to repeated pecks.
 
Chris on her side did her best to shield her lips from Chloe’s seeking ones, wriggling her body to free her arms, her modesty not quite as important when worse fate was awaiting her.
 
Chloe was enjoying her prey’s struggle, keeping herself on her lap while fighting to conquer the Candidate's lips was oddly arousing to her, feeling her neither lips throbbing with desire.
 
The longer their duel lasted, the more adept Chloe was at keeping her lips connected to Chris, the latter barely able to shake them off with sharp jerks of her head in opposite directions, leaving the two to echo muffle whimpers and moans between them.
 
Amethyst and ethereal peach eyes were locked together, the younger ones holding a wicked glint while older ones were defiant.
 
Another squirm of Chris' body, which Chloe successfully handled, allowed the silver-haired to free her crossed arms pinned between their chests. They would be of great help in peeling the brat's arms off of her.
 
Unfortunately, while reaching at Chloe's back, tightly grasping at her shirt to pull her off of her, the arms between them were an uncomfortable barrier keeping the vixen away. With their absence, Chloe hastens in filling the void with her body, pancaking Chris' generous bosom against her chest, not hesitating to undulate her body in various angles to stimulate them.
 
It worked handsomely, and Chris realized her mistake as jolts coursed through her body with her breast at its starting point, tingling the length of her spine and gathering south between her legs, nectar slowly trickling from her vagina and dampening her underwear.
 
Chris knew the situation she was in was bad, her body reacting in rising arousal in more ways than she cares to admit. She ought to do something, or she might end up like last time.
 
This exact thought was cemented when her nipples started to respond to her arousal, hardening and easily subject to the brat’s grinding body.
 
Chloe has gotten bolder in her attempt to claim the older girl's lips, running her tongue freely on those tightly closed membranes of flesh, passing her tongue between soft lips, the tip of her tongue meeting an even tighter barrier by a set of clenched teeth.
 
She was confident about the effects she was having on the Lydian student, feeling the latter’s body shuddering against her own from time to time, soft whimpers accompanied by a sharp exhale of air through her nose, a surefire way to breathe without opening her mouth under heavy assault.
 
Chloe has no reason to stop, Chris was wearing down, and soon she would make a mistake, opening her mouth that would grant the vixen entry, getting a new chance in tasting the busty girl’s saliva and taking some mana along the way.
 
Chris was right on point regarding her level of mana, nothing was warranting her to go to such lengths for the sake of it when other options were available. With no fight to participate in lately, her levels were high up, would probably last a while with decent use of magic, and she also took care of getting her supply from Illya before bed as surefire.
 
And yet she was now after Chris. The reason why was a complete mix of curiosity, yearning, and longing. Chris’ saliva was the sweetest thing to have graced her tongue and tastebuds, discovering why needed a repeat. Which, said repeat was a chance to actually get another taste of her partner, her mouth had been watering on its own on each occasion her mind would wander on the red Symphogear oral fluid.
 
Last but none least, Chris herself.
 
Chloe didn’t know what the deal was with it, but the girl's expression after their kiss had been imprinted in her mind since then, becoming a turn-on to her every time her thoughts would wander on this particular memory, leading to wonderful, multiple, and gratifying solo expression of self-love.
 
So now, here she was in a semi-public area, attacking the same girl in order to confirm various things regarding the silver-haired girl, waiting and coaxing the next cue to further dominate her for the sake of her tastebuds and urges while dripping arousal fluid inside her panties and staining her dungaree.
 
In a bold move fueled by her own arousal and curiosity, Chloe loosens the hold of one of her arms around Chris’ neck while reinforcing it on the other one so as to not be pried off by her unwilling partner. The free hand eagerly encouraged to be away from Chris’ body seemingly complying with the older girl’s wish, only to have a new target to the torn uniform shirt.
 
It was the first direct contact that Chloe’s hand had with the busty girl’s body aside from her limbs. She sneaks her hands under the clothes, her fingers gliding the length of a collarbone, her movement shifting the shirt and cardigan off the shoulder. Her digits then slide down the outline of her sides, zooming closer from the orb of flesh until cupping the generous mound, her fingers easily sinking into unyielding flesh.
 
A squeeze of the boob was the key to allowing Chloe access to the next level, a treacherous moan accompanied by a jerk from her prey forcing her lips open long enough for the living Servant to slip her tongue past dental barrier and inside the other mouth.
 
Everything until now was actually the hardest part when facing an unwilling partner regarding mana transfer. While other methods exist, obtaining it through the partner's mucus and fluids such as during kissing was the quickest, more direct way, and when charged with sexual thought from its host the better the quality.
 
So needless to say, a french kiss from your aroused partner fulfilled all conditions for a high-quality mana transfer. But that would be, of course taking into account the host's own level of magical energy, a low amount would only result in topping your reserve as wide as a bucket with a small glass. Thankfully, for some reason Chris was on the side of people with large reserves, to the point she would make a fine magus in her world, were she able to harness this magical power.
 
Chloe might one day wonder how much of her luck was spent to come across such finding on her very first try, but it was unimportant at the time. Shoving her tongue as far as possible, roaming around Chris’ mouth to coax more and more saliva, mixing it with her own to form the nectar she yearned for was currently at the forefront of her mind.
 
Once again, she was in no need of mana. The situation was akin to having a treat in reach and taking some because it was delicious and there. It was no such situation as being hungry or thirsty, merely satisfying a moment of gluttony by having a long ‘snack’.
 
The other purpose of forcefully taking Chris’ mana was in order to weaken her, to make the girl putty in her hands and give herself more room to fulfill her desire with the beauty in her arms.
 
‘Shit, things are getting bad!’ Chris thought in panic, the very situation she wanted to avoid being reached nonetheless of her resistance.
 
She could feel the moist appendage dancing against her tongue, saliva pouring and mixing with her own, slowly numbing her thought and taking away her strength in exchange for increasing her state of horniness.
 
It also didn’t help that any attempt to clamp her mouth shut was expertly countered by the thorough kneading of her tit, forcing groans and moans from her lips.
 
As time runs, as Chloe was enjoying slurping and sucking her newest, tastiest treat, Chris was once more facing the conflicting feelings of fighting or embracing the situation, pushing or keeping the brat close, returning the sloppy kiss, or biting the intrusive tongue off.
 
Her body was well on its way to submit, their position had already changed from earlier, Chloe has put one foot on the floor to elevate herself, forcing Chris to tilt her head to maintain their lip lock. The position of their hands had also shifted, Chloe's arm was no longer possessively around Chris’ neck, cupping her face instead, the other still pleasuring the orb of flesh, flicking and playing with the erected nipple from time to time, earning melodious moans from it. Chris’ hands, concerning her were grasping Chloe’s clothes, one around her rear back and the other on her upper back, her mind a bit behind in understanding that her body had already surrendered, and that the war was already over.
 
“Hmmm, you really taste sweeter than honey, just so good,” the vixen moans the praise after pulling away from her partner, saliva webbing between them, stretching and snapping, and trailing on swollen, plump lips as the two were panting from exertion.
 
Both girls were staring at one another, Chris’ eyes swimming with pleasure while Chloe’s were sparkling with lust, feeling her wetness pooling in her underwear abundantly, she has never been this aroused on her own, a personal sexual discovery since encountering the girl named Yukine Chris.
 
She leans toward the older girl, her tongue outstretched to lick the stray trails of saliva on Chris’ chin, slipping her tongue in her mouth once more for another passionate kiss, moaning happily when it was returned, Chris’ tongue moving in tandem with her own.
 
They part once more, their nose bumping together as more trails of saliva linked their lips before Chloe makes quick work of licking them.
 
If Chris' mental faculties were overridden by her overwhelmed body stricken by multiple instances of pleasure as well as mind-numbing kisses.
 
Chloe was driven by an unstoppable force pushing her into taking more of her situation. Kisses would usually be as far as she would go when forcing herself on someone. But she was dimly registering crossing that line with the well-endowed girl.
 
Especially when the hand cupping Chris’ face had dropped down to cop a feel of the generous mound as well, sliding the uniform off the shoulder in order to freely grope the exposed twin orb of flesh.
 
“I wanted to touch them the moment I saw them.” The living Servant confesses as she kneads the girl’s breast, lifting them and sinking her fingers into unyielding flesh, making it bulge past her fingers while coaxing more melodious gasps from her partner. “They are just so big and fat, bigger than Luvia, maybe on par with Liz.” She voices, mentally comparing them to the bustier women in her entourage in her own world.
 
“Still, they feel even better than I imagined they would, they are so malleable, weighing deliciously in my hands, even swallowing them by bulging out of them. They are the best.” Chloe raves about the boobs, talking as if she was a connoisseur when they were actually the very first pair she had the chance to lay her hands on since starting living.
 
Whatever the vixen was spouting was of no concern to Chris, names she never heard before easily pushed away when her mind was far too preoccupied with keeping her tone of voice to a manageable level, especially when Chloe would attack her erect nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. One or two moans would always successfully pass the filter of her parted lips, panting and drooling despite now having the back of her hands against her mouth to muffle herself.
 
Though it would prove that Chloe’s lips were more adept in keeping her silent, the young girl nudged the hand away from her face in order to claim soft lips for an umpteenth, sloppy kiss filled with spit exchange, snowballing saliva to be greedily consumed by the magical being, then repeating the process anew.
 
Of course, with all this, both girls’ arousal was climbing higher and higher, in particular for a certain high school student at the end of a rather promiscuous brat that should have nothing to do in close range of any sexual exposure, less being one initiating it.
 
And yet, those exact naughty situation was the core to Chloe’s survival and prolonged existence, even with something as innocent as a kiss that would need to be deepened to be of use.
 
But mana supplying was still not the goal there, Chris herself was. Or rather, satisfying that itch regarding the Ichaival wielder who had been plaguing her lately in more ways than one.
 
And as upset as Chloe would be to be put in such situation where no effective solution was given to her, indulging herself with the girl’s body seemed to really be a good idea.
 
At least at the time, because now she was seeking more of her meek partner, kissing and fondling didn’t seem enough as well as not something that could lead to a proper and satisfying ending for the both of them.
 
How her body was currently feeling gave Chloe the clue as to what type of ending she wanted for her partner, an orgasm. If she leads Chris to an orgasm, witnessing her face stricken by overwhelming pleasure. Chloe had no doubt it would satisfy her curiosity regarding the silver-haired girl.
 
Grinning at her idea, Chloe wasted little time in releasing one boob for the sake of sliding her hand downward, caressing the taut flesh of Chris’ stomach until reaching the waistband of the skirt uniform. She had to take a detour in order for her hand to move under the piece of clothing, her hand cupping the covered cunny ruined by an incessant river of love juice, feeling warmth wafting through the underwear against the palm of her hand.
 
‘Oh, she is so wet!’ Chloe thought, ignoring her own arousal in favor of focusing on the girl under her, performing a squeeze of the tit in her hand to distract her partner from her next move.
 
She traces the length of the pussy slit with her index finger, moving it up from the base to the apex, nudging the clitoris through the underwear. She then repeats the motion, this time with two fingers, teasing Chris' sodden area while drinking in her restrained moans.
 
Chloe grows impatient of this form of foreplay, opting to slide the piece of clothing to the side, exposing the soaked vagina before eagerly shoving two fingers in with a squelching sound echoing.
 
Chris’ eyes widen from the intrusion, her mouth hanging open from the moan stuck in her throat, her vision starting to tear up and blur from the pleasure a middle schooler shouldn’t be able to make her feel.
 
“Shit, your pussy is swallowing my fingers,” The sun-kissed girl voices in wonder, spreading and curling her fingers inside the warm cavern they are lodged in.
 
Chris didn’t bother a retort to the girl’s remark, biting her lower lip while her lower body was bucking on its own against the hands fingering her, her back arching from jolts of pleasure coursing throughout her body more sensitive than usual.
 
Watching the young woman's face contort and melt from the pleasure she was inducing her was ample reason for Chloe to bring Chris to completion. She truly was enamored with this face and wished nothing more but to see it ruined by an orgasm forced on her.
 
With this thought cemented, she speeds up her ministration, pumping her digits in and out with more intent, a grin forming unconsciously on her face, delighting herself from the moans filtered clearly once in a while, feeling her partner's grasp on her clothes tighten more.
 
The session was quickly coming to an end, Chris’ neither innards clamping on intruding fingers playing with her walls, her eyes threatening to roll to the back of her head as her climax approached. The last of her moan was on the verge to become an unrestrained scream in release.
 
“Did any of you manage to finish the teacher’s assignment?”
 
Only for everything to come to a standstill at the sound of the bathroom's main door opening, followed by voices filtering in.
 
Both living Servant and Candidate were frozen in place, looking wide-eyed at each other, finger remaining inside convulsing, drenched hole, while the two were softy panting, ears strained to listen to the group beyond their little area door.
 
They listen in mundane conversations about work given by a teacher, work that one among them didn’t manage to finish at home and was requesting help from her friends before shifting to other subjects.
 
Chloe soon ignored the conversation to focus on her partner, feeling the girl still on the cusp of her awaited orgasm, meat walls squeezing on her fingers.
 
In an effort to not drag things further as well as a naughty idea popping into her mind with this unexpected, unaware audience, Chloe nudges a third finger in the sodden cavern entrance, the new digit sliding in easily with the well-stretched slit.
 
The panic in Chris’ eyes merely fed Chloe’s own arousal and neglected pussy making a mess of her clothes.
 
In resuming her endeavor on the girl, Chloe has no choice but to let go of Chris' chest, using this free hand to cover her mouth, lest she wanted to make their situation and what they were doing publicly known to the group outside.
 
Though, if muffled moan and gasp were barely heard, rather loud groans and squelching sound of a runny cunt being pistoned was less subtle.
 
It was proved right when a voice spoke right outside the door. “Are you alright in there, need help?”
 
With little doubt that the curious girl was on the other side of the door, leaning an ear close at worse, Chloe was forced to stop her motion, taking the option to teasingly wriggle her fingers inside Chris rather than fucking her, keeping her orgasm at bay for the moment.
 
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just lunch that seems to disagree with my body,” She lied easily.
 
“I have something to help if you need it,” The girl worriedly proposed.
 
‘What would be of great help is you shutting up and getting the hell out with your group so that I can fuck that girl’s brains out!’ She snarled mentally. “Already took one, just waiting for it to take effect.” She replied.
 
“OK, good.”
 
After successfully taking herself out of the conversation, Chloe could hear the girls leaving the bathroom still talking zealously between them, the door closing behind them.
 
As the silent flood in once more, she releases a sigh as she lay eyes on the twitching, squirming silver-haired under her. “I thought they would never leave,” she complains before resuming curling her fingers, feeling the pussy response in tightening around them. “Let’s finish you off before we are interrupted again.
 
Chris didn’t have a say in it as Chloe resumes fucking her, thrusting her fingers in and out at different angles, spreading and curling her fingers inside to tease various spots, encountering a sensitive one every so often.
 
The fire of resistance in her eyes had long been since extinguished, leaving nothing but a cloud-eyed moaning mess jerking her hips in tandem with the hands pumping inside her cunt.
 
When her orgasm hit her, it was with an intensity that forced her body to lock in place, the initial jerks of her body lifting Chloe from the improvised seat of her thighs, when the brat sat on her lap was of no importance as her toes were curling inside her shoes. Then her whole body goes slack, the grasp on the girl’s suspender loosening until her arms fell limp to her sides.
 
When the main aftershocks ended, Chloe withdraw her hands from Chris' mouth, noticing the heavy amount of drool coating her palm before licking it clean. She didn’t trail her gaze away from the pleasured girl undergoing the afterglow of her orgasm, drinking in the spasms of her body still jolting in remnants of pleasure.
 
After some more time cleaning her hand of Chris’ drool, Chloe’s fingers have to go as well, slipping free from the sodden vagina with their reward coating them with a translucent slimy fluid.
 
She stares at the fluid for a while, mesmerized by how it webbed between her stretched fingers. There was no doubt in mind that her fingers were currently glazed with the most potent sexual essence charged in mana obtained from any partner she had.
 
Chloe’s eyes were swimming in front of such a treat, Chris’ saliva was already akin to nectar, so what could topple up something that taste already amazingly good, she didn’t know. But will soon discover as her outstretched tongue temptingly grows closer to the lubricated digits.
 
Only to be startled by the chime of the school’s bell, making her clean up her hand of most of the fluid on her clothes in the moment of panic to get rid of the evidence.
 
The moment of fright gone she mourningly gazes at her mostly clean hand, realizing what she has done.
 
“Fucking brat.” A whizzed voice echoes.
 
Those two words startled Chloe more than the bell, jumping from her improvised seat, almost forcing her to draw out Bakuya and Kanshou in her hands for a fight. She locks eyes with the still disheveled and panting Chris seated raggedly on the toilet seat, legs spread with the skirt hiked, exposing her bare pussy by the underwear slipped to the side. Her generous breast was fully exposed as well, the black bra cut in half hanging below each mound, and the uniform was not better having taken a full slash of her blade early on.
 
Chloe had half a mind of actually making her exit now before hell broke loose on herself, but something at the back of her mind was nudging her otherwise, that if she leaves the busty girl in such a disarray state, there will be more than just hell to pay.
 
Maybe it was a vain action in order to get herself in the remotely good graces of the girl she has just assaulted, but Chloe actually took the time, glad the girl could still barely move, to at least fix Chris’ uniform and bra. She was especially grateful that her magic was more than suited to perform such repairs on existing items that would last for a while, instead of creating items that would disappear if she is too far away from them. And while she couldn’t do anything regarding the fluid soaked by the fabric of the underwear and skirt, she could at least give Chris a bit of peace of not exiting the bathroom looking like a victim of sexual harassment and abuse… even if she was.
 
When she looks at Chris after making her ‘presentable’, she was confronted by a mildly puzzled look, there were still various, not ‘reassuring’ emotions behind, but Chloe would take solace that they were not the main one at least.
 
She sheepishly smiles in turn, gone was the assertive, dominant persona a few moments ago, leaving behind someone acting her age and realizing having made a mistake. She was not expecting a ‘thank you’ or anything, hence, the best action was to take her leave out of the bathroom and sneak her way out of the school ground, the same way she sneaked in.
 
She truly has no idea why she was so… so preoccupied with the girl named Chris. Well, she actually does, but not why she seemed unable to control herself more around her, she has never been like this with anyone.
 
Her attention from her thought was snatched away by the lingering smell on her hand, precisely the fingers that had been fucking the busty girl minutes prior. Bringing the digits closer to her nose, she took a big whiff and soon release a moaning sigh of contentment. It smells divine and regrets quickly blossom at missing her chance to taste the fresh essence.
 
Another whiff of the heavenly scent, which was not helping her case in reminding her that she was leaving her own dripping pussy unattended, was now making her mouth water. She still, in a desperate effort, licks her dry fingers, her eyes widening and sparkling with ecstasy in having a remnant of the taste on them, faintly tasting the sweetly with a hint of sourness like lemon juice tingling her tongue.
 
Her fingers became the ravenous target of her tongue, lapping and slurping each digit, seeking any atom of the treat on her hand until no flavor could be taken off of them. A new sigh of contentment passed her lips after, yet conflicting with the arousal within her own body and the desire to get off as well.
 
With her new, current objective, Chloe sets off for an appropriate place to attend to herself, licking her lips once more with a particular thought in mind. ‘When I see her next time, I will be sure to lick that pussy good. No way I’m passing on eating her out with how good she tastes down there!’
