Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 20:24:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: John O'Connor <lushcoltrane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Victorious: Miss Not-So Goody Two-Shoes Part 2 - lesbian celebrity

Part 2
The Morning After
or
The Revelation of Jade West

Jade was on the stage in Sikowitz's classroom.  The entire class was
sitting in front of her.  Beck was leaning forward, his chin resting on his
fist, with an interested look in his eyes.  Andre had an similar look of
mild interest as did Robbie.  The rest of the class were the usual mix of
those paying attention, those who could care less and the few who'd rather
be anywhere else.  There was no sign of Sikowitz though.

To her horror, Jade realized she was stark naked and strapped down, spread
eagle fashion, on a large, tilted table in front of the entire class.  She
couldn't speak due to the ballgag secured in her mouth.  And she realized
she had that just-fucked feeling in her pussy.

Looking to the left, she saw a small table with various things...  Jade
recognized dildos - both strap-ons and loose, butt plugs, nipple clamps
(which explained her painful nipples) and something she'd only heard of
called a feeldo.

Glancing to the right, she saw Tori standing in a black leather bodysuit
complete with stiletto heals and gloves.  She held a riding crop in one
hand and held Cat's hand in her other.  Cat was naked too and grinning
widely.  Then Jade noticed the strap-on Cat was wearing.

"Cat, thank you for helping demonstrate cunnilingus as well as the proper
way to use a double-headed dildo.  You can take your seat."

"Yay!"  Cat stepped off the stage.  Before she sat down, she undid the
straps and pulled the other half of the two-headed shaft out of her own
body.  Tossing the harness towards the stage, she sat near Beck, licking
the dildo like candy and giggling.  "I got a Jade lollypop!"

Jade began to squirm on the table.  She had to get out of here.

"As I explained, until your slave has ultimately succumbed, there will be
episodes such as this," Tori said.  She brought the crop down on Jade's
thighs, barking out the command, "Stop!"

Jade glared at the sexy teen dominatrix as she continued to pull at the
restraints on her wrist.  Another slash of the crop across Jade's flat
belly and she lay quiet as Tori explained, "Now while movement and
resistance will make some of the technical aspects of the various sex acts
more difficult, it can heighten the feeling of power you have over your
sub. The fact is, you're breaking them and there is nothing they can do
about that."

Tori continued her lecture as she set the riding crop on the table.  "As I
said earlier, a good, adjustable platform is ideal for keeping your new toy
subdued and helpless while making it easier for her, or him if that's your
interest, to pleasure you."  Tori pulled a small lever and began to tilt
the table back until Jade was horizontal, even as the lecture continued,
"There are many ways to restrain your sub but I prefer this table as it
allows you to place the sub's mouth in position to pleasure your ass, pussy
or cock."  Jade was now head down at a forty-five degree angle, aas she had
been in before.

"Wheels on the table aren't necessary, but for this demonstration, they do
allow me to turn it so you can see another demonstration of subduing your
`prey'," Tori said as she turned the table so Jade was sideways to the
class.

"I'm sure some of you were wondering about the zippers on my catsuit," Tori
said as she fingered the silver tab at waist level near her navel.  "They
allow you to expose your pleasure centers while maintaining the
psychological control the black leather gives you."

Tori tugged the zipper down, slowly exposing a small thicket of brown pubic
hair and her glistening lips beneath.  With her other hand, she reached
through her legs to take control of the zipper and pulled it up along her
ass, turning so her students could see that tanned ass slowly be exposed by
the parted black leather.

"Now you should see the fruits of your domination.  Your submissive will
agree to anything you desire.  In this case, my lovely submissive, Jade,
will perform analingus on me."

Tori unstrapped the ball gag and placed that on the table with her other
toys.  Jade's hoarse voice whispered, "Tori, please...  No..."

"You may still encounter some resistance but, as long as you maintain
control, it is ineffectual."  With that, Tori turned her back on Jade,
squatted down and pressed her ass to the Goth's face, planting her asshole
directly over Jade's mouth.  "Now, lick me Jade.  That is if you want me to
release you any time soon."

The class could see the movement of Jade's tongue as her throat muscles
moved beneath her pale skin.  "Ooh..." Tori muttered.  "I'm sorry class but
it was an involuntary...mo...moan.  As I...just...  Just showed, threats
may...stillll...  Mmm...be necessary..."

Even as she was moaning from Jade's rim job, Tori glanced at the clock.
Tori rose and said, "Okay, we're almost out of time so I'll demonstrate one
of my personal favorite ways to humiliate your sub - the golden shower."

The brunette turned around, straddled Jade's head and...

~~~~~

With a scream, I jolted upright in my bed.  "Oh my god...  A dream?  It was
a freakin' dream?"

It was Saturday morning...and it was way too bright.  It was so bright, it
hurt.

But it distracted me from that evil dream.

I stumbled out of bed and crossed the room to close the drapes.  Once that
was done, I headed back to bed.

Just as I was falling asleep, my mother hammered on my door.  "JADE!  I
heard you scream.  Are you alright?"

"Yes.  Just a bad dream," I muttered.  She hammered on the door again.

"WHAT?!?" I yelled, frustrated that she hadn't left already.  And why the
hell was she home?

"You went out last night!" came her overly loud response, even as she
entered my room.

"Huh?"  My head was still fuzzy and I was barely conscious.

"You went out last night," she said again.

I glared at my mother and saw she hadn't gotten much sleep.  If any.  She
was still in her same clothes from last night and her hair was not so
stylish anymore.  If anyone looked like a candidate for the morning-after
walk of shame, it was Mommy Dearest.

"So?"

"I grounded you!"

"Yeah, well, about that..."  I never finished my statement.  I really
needed my coffee to function.

"Now you're grounded for the week.  Give me your keys."

I knew she meant the car keys.  I waved towards the dresser.  She grabbed
them, leaving me my house keys at least.  "Now, you will find another way
to school this week and be right home after."

"What about rehearsal?"

Mom looked blankly at me and said, "Okay, right after rehearsal."

I resisted the urge to smile.  We had nothing going on for at least two
weeks.  But I wouldn't say that.  Mom, being not-so attentive, assumed I
had told her about rehearsals and she had simply forgotten.

She was about to leave when I had to ask, "How did you know?"

"You parked down the block yesterday.  This morning, your car is right in
front of the house."

Shit!  That was stupid of me.  But Vega had me distracted...

She was about to close the door then said, "I'm taking a shower then I have
to go back out for a while.  I'll probably be back late."

"Yeah, okay.  See ya!" I snarked as my head hit the pillow.  Sparring with
Mom helped take the edge off that horrible, sexy dream.  Yes, it was sexy
right up to the end.  That last part...  Ugh!  No way.  Beck suggested that
once and I made a point of the fact that I would in no way, shape or form
do anything that disgusting.  And I do mean I made a point...

As I was starting to doze off again, I started to remember the night
before.  The party, then...

The cause of my dream...Tori Vega!  Tori Vega kissing Courtney Van Cleef
and later eating her out.  And still later, doing coke before they had sex
again.

Worst of all, I was caught watching!

"Oooh GOD!" I moaned loudly.

"What?" filtered through the door.  I threw one of my pillows at said door.

I buried my head in the remaining pillow, desiring the oblivion of sleep.
I really didn't want to have to deal with what happened last night.  Not
yet.

Not ever.

After nearly a half-hour of fruitlessly trying to fall back to sleep, I
admitted that part of the problem was I was turned on again by the
memories.  Jee-zus!  What the hell was wrong with me?  I got turned on by
Vega having sex with another girl!

Then I tried to rationalize it.  I wasn't turned on by Vega.  I was turned
on by Courtney.  That had to be it.

So, giving in, I fingered myself to get off.  I tried to picture that young
blonde cutie with the sexy glasses but the image in my mind kept returning
to that irritating brunette.  She also looked sexy when she wore her
glasses.

Goddammit!

Still, I continued to frig myself, hoping to get off and fall asleep
afterwards.

Of course, that didn't happen.  I mean, I did get off but I didn't fall
asleep.  Much as I tried to shut it down, my brain would not stop.

Another half hour and I got up.  I took a shower, threw on a pair of shorts
and a t-shirt (dark, of course) and went down the back stairs to the
kitchen.  Passing by the living room, I was relieved to find that Mom
really was out.  My brother was with our father and our step-mother, a
blonde bimbo who had as little in her head as a gold fish floating around
his bowl.

Oh, and that damned yappy, little dog.

My brother loved all that though.  If Dad was interested, he'd move there
in a heartbeat.  But Dad was merely fulfilling the familial obligations
after the divorce.

It was often hard to know if anyone was in the house.  The place was a
rambling old Victorian.  I loved it.  It had a slightly Gothic air to it
and there were all sorts of nooks and crannies I used to hide in when I was
younger -- mainly to get away from the arguments my parents had all too
regularly before the divorce.

The bedrooms were on the second floor and one thing Dad did right was
increase the number of bathrooms.  Both my brother and I have our own full
bathrooms (at the expense of a fifth bedroom that was once between our
rooms).  The main floor had a large living room, a slightly (only slightly)
smaller dining room, a good-sized family/TV room, a large kitchen with a
separate breakfast area leading to the sliding doors that opened onto the
deck and the back yard which sloped down the hill as did the street in
front of the house.  Surrounded by the deck, there was the in-ground
swimming pool, a Jacuzzi and the expansive yard.  All enclosed by a high
fence giving us plenty of privacy.

Anyway, at least it was quiet.  I dumped out the decaffeinated crap my mom
drank and made real coffee.  As I waited for the pot to fill, I grabbed my
coffee mug from the dishwasher, poured in some OJ then took a couple of
aspirin, swallowing the tablets with a big gulp of juice.

Did I mention how crappy I felt?  Considering I had two beers and only
about a half cup of punch, I was amazed I felt this bad.  I'm no
light-weight when it comes to alcohol but last night was nothing.  What
little I drank shouldn't have affected me like this.

Unless there was more in the punch than Everclear and high-octane rum...

That thought caused me to mutter, "Bastards."

The coffee was finally finished.  I drained the last of the orange juice
and filled the mug with my fuel then doctored it to the flavor I wanted.
The first few swallows sat in my gut like a lump.

Another reason I hate hangovers.  When I've been drinking the night before,
coffee, at best, just sloshes around in my stomach.  At worst, it makes me
even more nauseated.  Today was a couple of steps down from the best case
morning-after scenario towards the
leaning-over-the-bowl-puking-my-guts-out.

I walked toward the living room and turned on the TV.  I took another sip
of coffee and let if plummet down my throat.

I surfed the cable channels and found nothing on.  I ended up on TeenNick
and left that on for the background noise as I laid my head back on the
couch with my eyes closed.

A voice from the show penetrated the haze and I quickly looked up.  God!
What the hell kind of cruel joke was the universe playing on me?  On the
screen was that insipid old show, Zoey 101.

That was bad enough but to compound the issue, one of the girls in the cast
looked like a young Tori Vega!  I couldn't get away from her!

Unconsciously, I imitated Seinfeld when I muttered a terse, "Vega!"

I switched to Animal Planet hoping for predators and prey.  Of course not.
Some show about adorable kittens.  Cat would be in heaven -- if she wasn't
already watching it.

More surfing and I found a gangster movie on Turner Classics.  Looked like
some cheap B movie but it had guns and death and all that's good in life.

I laid my head back again, absently watching the TV through slitted eyes.

Just as I was about to doze off, the doorbell sounded.

"DAMN IT!" I yelled.  I decided to ignore it when it rang again.  Twice.

Ready to scissor whoever was there, I jerked the door open.

JESUS CHRIST!  Why?!?

Instead of screaming my frustration, I simply said, "Vega."

With a small, smart-ass smile, Vega nodded, "Correct."

Then she pushed past me and headed into the living room, dropping her bag
near the antique coat rack inside the door.

I stared after her, dumbfounded.  That was my line.  And my entrance.

I was too irritated to worry about what had happened the night before.  For
the moment.  Then I hurried to catch up.

She had already headed down the hallway to the back of the house and on
into the kitchen.  "Ooo, coffee!"

She grabbed a mug off the small coffee cup tree and poured her own.  I
topped off mine as Vega walked behind me, rubbing against me unnecessarily
while she went for the sugar bowl.

"Damn it, Vega!"  There was plenty of room between the counter and the
kitchen island for her to pass without touching me at all.

"Sorry Jade," was her reply in a totally believable voice.  Believable if I
was Cat.

"Why are you here?"  Vega just smiled as she sat at the kitchen table,
gazing out at the pool.  "Vega?"

Turning to me, she said, "You look a little...hung-over, Jade.  Must've had
fun last night.  Or you drank the punch.  I see.  Guess no one told you to
stay away from it."

I waved her friendly chatter off.  I wanted answers.  But I was also
worried about her catching me watching.

"Here," Vega said, holding out her hand.  In the palm was a small pill.
"It's Percocet.  You'll feel a lot better."

As I've said many times, I don't do drugs.  Well, not too often.  Last
night at the party, I would've refused anything.  I'm that way at any
party.  Too easy to lose control or have someone try to take control.

Like that damned punch...

When I do indulge, I'll smoke -- by myself if I just want a buzz or with
close friends who I trust.  This means Beck, Andre and/or Cat.  I have
taken other narcs from time to time but very rarely.

I tried mushrooms with Beck and we ended up laughing hysterically for...  I
have absolutely no idea how long we laughed.  I know I was having trouble
inhaling oxygen and, when my head was hanging down, tears literally poured
from my eyes to the carpet in his trailer.  When we started to calm down,
if we glanced at the other, the laughter would return.

It was an interesting experience but not one I'm in a hurry to duplicate.
And never one for a party or a concert.

At parties, if I know and trust the people there, I may try some X or
rufinol.  Coke can be...interesting but, for the money, the buzz wears off
too quickly, leaving you wanting more until you realize it's daylight and
you haven't slept in over twenty-four hours.

So, there I was staring at the little pill in Vega's hand.  I was about to
slap her hand away and send the pill flying.  But my head and stomach were
bothering me enough and I could barely stomach the coffee so I popped the
pill with a gulp of coffee.

Pretty soon, I was feeling much better.

"So Jade, did you enjoy the show last night?"

Oh my God!  Here it was.  My sphincter tightened and my guts shriveled up
into a tight ball of dread.  I sat there staring at her.  I had nothing to
say.

"Courtney and I were hoping you might join us," Vega added.

Then the words I heard last night finally processed through my still-fuzzy
brain:

Courtney asked, "You think Jade is still watching us?"

"I know she is."

"Good.  She is so fucking hot!  Think she'll finally crawl through that
window."

"I hope so."

"Me too!"

They knew I was watching all along!  Which I knew.  Then the revelation I
missed last night.  That they wanted me to join them!

"After you watched us in the kitchen, I wondered if you were interested.
Then when we saw you in the tree, I was sure you'd climb in the window and
we could all enjoy ourselves."

"Huh?  Wha...?"  I was still trying to wrap my head around the conversation
from last night.  Now I find out they knew I was watching them make out in
the pantry too!  "Vega, what the hell...?"

"Jade, I'll spell it out for you.  You're hot.  You're the hottest girl at
Hollywood Arts.  I've been wanting you since I started there.  Why the hell
do you think I put up with all your crap?"

"But you're...  You..."  God, my brain wouldn't work.  I couldn't put two
words together that made sense.  All I knew was I was feeling warm and
parts of me were...

I shook my head, "You're straight!  And the coke...?  The sex...?  I mean
you're Tori Vega.  You're the girl-next-door of the school!"

Vega smiled slyly.  "I'm an actress, remember?"

I shook my head again.  This was unbelievable.  Like a Twilight Zone or an
episode of that new CW show Through A Glass Darkly.

"So you and Courtney are...lovers?"

"Well, we have sex."

"And you do drugs?"

"A little coke now and then.  Some speed, pot and...  I even smoked opium
once or twice."  She paused and got a faraway look in her eyes, "That
was...weird.

"Hey!  You want some coke?  Courtney gave me some of her stash last
night...  Well, early this morning actually.  Anyway, she gave me some for,
uh, for services rendered."  She smiled at the last comment.

"Services?"

Tori licked her lower lip seductively as she nodded slightly.

"You, um...  You trade sex for drugs?"

"Only if I can't afford `em.  And only if the chick dealing is at least
moderately attractive."

I finally sank into a chair across the table from Vega.  This is getting
weirder and weirder.  "What if it's a guy?  Dealing, that is?"

"I've blown a couple of guys for coke or weed.  Thank God, my allowance is
usually enough to cover what I want when I want to indulge.  All in all, I
prefer the ladies..."

"You're gay?!?" I asked, practically yelling the question.

"More or less."  With a wicked gleam in her eye, she added, "Well, more
actually."

God help me, I wish I had some drugs to trade for...

Vega's chipper voice interrupted my thoughts.  "So Jade, you want some
coke?  This is the best I've had in years. Well, since I was at Sherwood."
She laughed, "That place makes DeGrassi High look like Head of the Class."

I must've nodded.  Vega pulled out a small, glassine envelope like you get
stamps in at the post office.  It appeared as if by magic from her
cleavage.  She tapped some of the white powder onto the glass table top.
"Got a razor blade?"

"Uh...  Yeah, I think so..."

I went to the utility drawer and finally found a pack of replacement blades
for a box cutter I haven't seen in years.  I handed Vega the
trapezoidal-shaped stainless steel with the cutting edge running on the
long side.

"Thanks," Vega said, taking it from me, careful not to catch the
razor-sharp edge.  She began to mince the clumped crystals then slowly drew
the pile into four roughly equal, parallel lines.  And, as the night
before, she pulled a five dollar bill out and rolled it tightly and handed
it to me.

"Uh, no...  You go ahead."

Vega smiled, saying, "Aah, ever the gracious hostess..."

Tucking some hair behind her ear, Tori leaned over and I watched a line
disappear as she sucked it up the makeshift straw and into her nose.  Her
head reared back, the brown hair flying, as she snorted and shook her head.
"JEEZUSSS!!!"

Tori sniffed a couple of times and handed over the bill.  Then she snorted
once more.

Narrowing my eyes at her, I grabbed the rolled up bill and snorted up a
line.

HOLY CHRIST!

This shit hit me and hit me hard!  The rush was in-fucking-credible!

"Toldja it was good shit," Vega said, grabbing the bill to snort her second
line.  Again, she held her nose, threw her head back, snorting loudly.

"Vega!  Do you have to snort like that?  You sound like a wild boar!"

She stuck her tongue out at me.  "Is that gratitude for turning you on?"

Turning me on?  I wasn't...  She didn't turn me on...  I wasn't...

Oh!  She meant the coke.

Taking the bill back, I did the next line in my other nostril.  Trying
Vega's method, I pinched my nose as soon as I cleaned the line then threw
my head back and sniffed.  It wasn't a snort -- I hate those! -- but it was
louder than I wanted.

I got still another huge rush.  My whole body was tingling.  I haven't been
wired like this in a while...

I shook my head, trying to focus on the conversation even as my head was
filled with millions of thoughts zipping around at light speed.  "Okay,
Vega...  The `I'm an actress' comment?  Not good enough!  I've seen you at
parties and you drink maybe a cup of punch but that's it.  And I've never
seen you drink a beer or anything harder, much less weed or coke or...  How
did I not see any of this?  Why not?"

"You want to know why?"

"Of course," I replied.

"Okay but when I get wired like this, I'll talk your ear off."

"When we get to TMI, I'll shut you up," I promised.

"Alright.  Well ever since I was little, Trina has been...  Well, you know.
I was always the good daughter and never got in trouble.  I got good grades
and was the apple in everybody's eye.  When I started my freshman year at
Sherman, Trina was grounded.  She needed a favor.  I was to go to a friend
of her's and give the girl some money.  She'd give me a package to drop off
at another friend's house.

"I agreed.  Trina gave me the money and directions.  I rode my bike to the
first house, gave the girl there the money and she gave me a small paper
bag.  She shoved it into my jacket and sent me on my way.  At the other
house, the girl invited me in but I said no and handed her the bag.  From
there I went to my friend's house."

Tori smiled and went on, "The next week, Trina was still in trouble and I
did her run again.  This time, I was curious and stuck around.  The bag had
pot in it.  The girls were waiting for it to party.  I got high for the
first time that night.  It wasn't that big a deal and I took off after a
while."

I nodded.  The first time I smoked, it didn't seem to do anything.  But the
second time, I got buzzed almost immediately.  That's when I learned why
it's so much fun.

"Trina did something else stupid that next week and I made the run for her
again.  The girls got me high again and this time I really got off on it."

Vega continued on but on a different subject -- the coke again.  "You ever
watch science fiction when you're high?  Really cool...  Oh yeah...  Later,
I realized that I could get away with a lot.  With Trina as a base for
comparison, I was the ideal daughter."

I snorted in derision while cocking my eyebrow.  And no, I'm not a
hypocrite!

"You know Jade, when you quirk your eyebrow ring, it's really sexy.
Anyway, perfect example: Trina stole a date from me.  A guy called me on my
cell phone and she answered and hijacked my date.  I grabbed my dad's new
tripod she was using and tried to beat her with it.  Dad came in and got on
my case for using his new tripod.  If Trina had done the same, she'd've
been in trouble for trying to hit me.

"But before that, when I started at Sherman, I realized I was bi.  And not
just bi but mainly lesbian.  If you had to put a percentage on it, I guess
I'm eighty-five or ninety percent gay.  Maybe even more."

"And the guys you dated?" I asked.

"I do like a little cock from time to time.  Dan and I broke up when I was
still at Sherman `cuz we just didn't sync that well.  The time with Cat and
him?  I was a little buzzed and I let my emotions get out of hand.  I
actually think I was more jealous of Dan than Cat.  Steven...  You know
what a jerk he was -- cheating with Carly Shay.

"Now that's one little northern chick I'd love to see again..." she added.

"Back to the story," I prompted.  Although I have to admit that Carly was a
cutie.

"That's when I first got together with Cat.  Right after the party where we
exposed him.."

"Wait!  You and Cat?  What...  Was it only one time or..."

"We've gotten together a few times.  But she's more into my sister than
me."

"Wait!  Cat and...Trina?!?" I interrupted again.  "For how long?  And...?"

I realized we were both speaking fast.  And loose.  The subject of the
conversation kept bouncing around too.  Coke can do that to you.
Especially when it has the kick this shit did.

"Anyway, I got to liking the two sides of me.  It was fun and it was a
challenge.  The good daughter who has never been in trouble and gets good
grades and actually has talent.  And the bad girl who drinks, does drugs
and seduces other girls -- with the occasional boy thrown in.  Sorta like a
Jekyll/Hyde thing but without the anger and the ugly and...  Hey, I'm
Jyde!"

"Jade?!?" I asked harshly.

"No.  Not Jade.  Jyde, Jade..."

And she started to laugh.  Her word play amused the hell out of her.  And
pissed me off.  Not to mention I didn't quite get it.  God, this girl was
confusing the hell out of me!

I slapped my hand on the table and she quickly slowed to giggles.  "Sorry
Jade.  That was just too funny."

"Yeah, in Cat's universe!"

"Ah, that's not fair.  Cat's really very sweet and clever.  There's more to
her than she lets on to the world."

"Another Jekyll/Hyde?"

"Yeah, sort of.  You'll see..."

I thought about what had been said over the past couple of minutes.  It
wasn't easy.  Like our conversation, my brain was flying all over the
place.  But something had been bothering me that I couldn't put my finger
on it.  And suddenly it came to me.

"So Vega, I'm just another conquest then?  Just another notch on your
belt?"

She looked at me with a strange look in her eye.  "Only if that's what you
want."

Man...  This shit, the coke and Vega's revelations, really got to me.  I
got up and started to pace the kitchen.  Then I walked out onto the patio,
needing air.

It was a hot day!  I had no idea.  And the pool looked sooo good.  I wanted
to just fall into the blue...

Yeah, I know the water itself wasn't blue.  The pool was painted blue.
Still...  Shut the hell up!

I was buzzing like a high tension wire!

I almost jumped when I felt a hand on my back.  Vega!  She followed me out
onto the patio.  I don't know why I was surprised.  I would've done the
same thing if roles were reversed.

"Hey, you okay?"

There she goes again, being all sweet and...

With a sigh, I stopped and turned to her.  "I'm...  Vega, I don't know how
to...  How did I not see this side of you?  I've been watching for
something to hold over..."  I just stopped and shook my head.  I was
fucking buzzing like a transformer!

She smiled knowingly, "I know.  I made sure you didn't see this side of me
until I was ready.  Until I thought you were ready.  As you can tell, I'm
pretty good at keeping my...other self under cover."

"So why tell me about this now?  Why tell me at all?  You know I could
destroy you with this."

"But you won't.  You like what you saw.  What you see.  You like seeing
that I have a dark side...  No, I have a wild side."  The sincerity in her
eyes, mixed with a wicked touch of humor, was mesmerizing.  I fell into her
eyes as I almost fell into my pool.

Vega blinked and smiled shyly.  She glanced over at the pool and then said,
"Whew, its hot today.  Mind if I use the pool?"

Before I could say anything, she kicked off her sandals then started
walking down the length of the poolside deck.  I finally noticed that she
had let her hair grow long again.  At the end of our junior year, she had
trimmed it until it was down just past her shoulder blades.  Not that I
noticed.  Now those soft locks hung down to the middle of her back, swaying
back and forth as she strutted down the deck.

I continued to watch her walk away and saw as she pulled her t-shirt off
and tossed it aside.  Her sexy, bare back showed she hadn't bothered with a
bra.  All she had on were her short jean shorts with those long, shapely
legs...

Wait!  Her sexy back?!?  Long, shapely legs?!?

Even as I railed at myself internally, those shorts hit the cement
apron. And she didn't even miss a step.  Her tight, dimpled ass was now
holding my gaze.

She turned at the diving board and smiled.  This...goddess...demoness...
Whatever...  She stood there as I stared, taking in all of her beautiful,
fully tanned, bare body.  From that exquisite face to her beautiful firm
breasts and down to her carefully trimmed thatch of fur.

Then she smiled sweetly, waved with her fingertips and bounced on the end
of the board before she sliced into the water.  Staying beneath the
surface, she swam the length of the pool back towards me.  God help me, it
was so sexy...  That sleek form sliding through the water towards me...
Her long hair fanning out behind her...

Breaking the surface, her brown hair slicked back from her face, she
smiled, "C'mon in.  The water is fine!"

As if in a trance, I pulled off my shirt and shorts.  I used the steps to
slowly walk into the water then swam towards Vega, my head still above the
surface.

The day just kept getting weirder and weirder.  I never skinny-dipped, even
with Beck.  And I did just about everything with him when we were a couple.
And a few times after we broke up.

But it felt fine to be in the pool naked with Vega.  So I swam a few
circuits of the pool then Vega started to splash me.  I returned in kind
and we had an old-fashioned splash fight in the pool.

Well, as old-fashioned as you can get when both parties are naked as the
day they were born.

We also took turns dunking each other.  I held her down longer than she did
me both times I was able to get her under the surface.

Why?  Well, simple -- it was still Vega and she still irked the hell out of
me so I got back.  I would never really hurt her but I didn't, and don't,
mind scaring her.

Some water got in my eye and I spun around.  When I turned back to Vega,
she was gone.  As I looked around for her, I suddenly rose in the pool as
she came under me and lifted me out of the water.  For a long moment, I was
sitting on her shoulders and...her silky hair was pressed into my mound.
It felt good...

The bitch flipped backwards and I fell off her down into the deep end.  She
dove after me and began to tickle me under water.  I twisted and squirmed
to get away and ended up swallowing what felt like about half the pool.

Coming to the surface, I coughed up water...  Alright, it wasn't half the
pool but still enough.

Suddenly Vega's arms were around me and she was pressing into my diaphragm,
forcing the air and some more water from my lungs.  She let me go and I
hung on the side of the pool, trying to catch my breath.  Vega came up next
to me, her hand caressing my bare back, saying, "Jade, I'm sorry.  I got
carried away and..."

"You almost drowned me!" I retorted angrily.  Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw such a sad expression on her face, I actually felt bad for her.
Damn, drugs fuck with you.

"Its okay, Vega.  I guess we both got a little carried away.  But I've had
enough of the pool for now."

Vega's face lit up and her hand slid down towards my ass as she suggested,
"How `bout the Jacuzzi?"

I nodded and began to heave myself out of the pool.  Vega gave me a helping
hand by groping my ass.  And I missed her hand when I got up and out of her
reach.

Walking across the deck, I turned on the Jacuzzi jets, naturally leaving
the heater turned off.  She dared to wolf-whistle at me and said, "You have
a really nice ass, Jade."

I actually blushed but my back was still turned to her so she didn't see
that.

"C'mon, let's make witch soup," she said.

"You remember that?" I asked.

"Of course.  I haven't forgotten anything about you since I started at HA."

Part of me wanted to be creeped out at the stalkery comment.  Part of me
wanted to be mad that this girl was apparently so fixated on me.  But a
bigger part of me was flattered.

As I settled into the water, Tori pulled a small, thin wooden box and a Bic
lighter from her shorts.  Then she stepped into the Jacuzzi and sat right
next to me, our thighs pressing together lightly.

The dugout had a sliding lid along the shorter, narrow side.  In a small
`silo' was a slender brass tube that popped up on a spring in the base of
the hollow.  She pulled the pinch hitter out and slid the lid the other way
to expose a larger reservoir -- the dugout which looked to be full of weed.

Pushing in the larger end of the tube, she twisted it, forcing some weed
into the end.  She then put the smaller end to her lips and flicked the
disposable lighter.

She inhaled deeply and held the smoke before exhaling a large cloud.  She
filled the wide end of the tube again and handed it and the lighter to me.
I flamed it and sucked the sweet smoke deep into my lungs, holding it as
long as I could before I finally let it out.

"Holy...  Vega, you get this from Courtney too?"

"Nah," she shook her head.  With a wicked, nasty smile, she said, "Trina
got it for me."

Trina?  Did she trade...  Whoa!  Sex with her sister?  Jeez...  Then a part
of my mind said to me, She's plenty hot.

Yeah, if Trina can keep her ego at bay and her trap shut, she was kinda
hot.  The girl was actually very pretty and had a great figure.  But she
had a mouth that never stopped and her self-worth was hyper-inflated.

Then I realized Vega was saying something that I missed.  "Huh?"

"I said, it's called Shasta Blasta.  The volcanic soil up in the Cascades
is supposed to be good for the crop."

Having heard that before -- anyone remember Maui Wowie? -- I just enjoyed
the buzz.  Along with the swim, this was helping take the edge off the
coke.

Vega took another hit then refilled the hitter, handing me that and the
Bic.  I sparked her lighter, inhaled and again held it as long as I could.
I exhaled and sat back against the side of the Jacuzzi after handing her
the hitter and lighter.

In my stoned haze, I felt Vega turn my face to hers.  She pressed her lips
to mine, which were slightly open in surprise.  Suddenly she blew into my
mouth and I tasted the Blasta again.

I started to cough and Vega just sat back with a small smile.  "What the
hell, Vega?"

"What?  You didn't like my kiss?"

"No...  I mean..."  I realized that her arm was around my shoulders and
that hand reached up and cupped the back of my head gently.

"How `bout this one?"

Instead of pot smoke, this time her tongue slid into my mouth.  I was
stunned for a moment and didn't respond.

Yeah, I know, I shoulda seen it coming, given what I saw last night and
what she had said then and earlier in the morning.  But my brain wasn't
fully in gear and...

And my tongue responded to hers even as I sucked on that supple intruder,
holding in between my lips as I toyed with it.  Then I slipped my tongue
into her mouth.  We continued this erotic give and take for a while.

But part of me was screaming, I'm not into girls!  I don't do girly sex!
And I don't.  Well, except Cat - that's just harmless teenage
experimentation where we only got to second base anyway.  And those few
times with the gym coach - I wanted to get out of running laps and I didn't
have a doctor's note.  My dad's new wife doesn't count -- she was trying to
get on my good side (hint to bottle-blonde bimbo: I don't have one).  Or
when I convinced Tilda to up our group's grade in her film class - our
short movie was embarrassingly horrible.  The time I made out with those
two Karoake Dokey skanks at a Northridge party -- the last time I was
really drunk at a party.  And I definitely don't count that time with Trina
when we had to rehearse for a play -- it was the only way to shut her up!

Vega was still holding my head as we kissed but her other hand was sliding
under the bubbles to touch me.  Everywhere she touched, I shivered.  And
she was only stroking my stomach and my thighs.

Slowly her hand slid up and cupped one of my boobs, her thumb beginning to
flick back and forth across my already hard nipple.  This was causing me to
pant into Vega's mouth until she relented and sat back.

I sat there, my mouth hanging open, as I tried to catch my breath.  Her
hand resumed stroking my stomach as she looked me directly in the eyes.

"So?"

"So what?!?" I replied, frustrated arousal evident in my voice.

"So, you wanna fool around?" she asked, her eyebrow arched and her mouth
forming the sexy little grin of hers.  Yes, I said sexy.  Of course I did.
I mean, I was sitting naked in the Jacuzzi with another naked girl and sexy
was the only word that fit.  And she had just given me one of the best
kisses of my life.

"What the hell do you think we were doing?" I snarled, intentionally
drawing her out.

Vega smiled again, her eyes actually twinkling, as she agreed.  "Okay. Do
you wanna fool around some more?"

"Um...  Before I answer, you won't want to do any bathroom stuff, will
you?"  I hated the nervous edge in my voice but I couldn't control it.

"You mean like...potty games?  Eew!!!  Fuck no!  That kinda thing is just
disgusting.  But, if you mean sharing the shower or tub...  That's really
hot."

I sighed in relief and Tori smiled, "Why?  Did you think...?"

I shook my head.  "No.  I just...  Well, I had a dream that..."

"Tell me."  So I told Tori Vega about my dream.  She laughed and said,
"Okay, I like most of that.  But the only shower I want with you is with
hot water and maybe some soap and lots of wet, naked skin."

I actually smiled at that.  It did indeed sound incredibly hot.

"So I guess that's a yes?" she asked.

Instead of answering, I grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her to
me, kissing her hard and thoroughly.  I plundered her mouth with my tongue
and she quickly upped her game to reciprocate.

Again her hand was on my tit.  Actually both hands on both tits.  And it
felt...incredible!

Then her mouth moved again and suddenly she was sucking on my left breast!
Her mouth was hoovering the flesh as her tongue stroked and tickled my hard
nubbin.  Her other hand was still toying with my right mound.  Then her
mouth moved over there.

Did I mention she was submerged to do this?  The girl had phenomenal lung
capacity -- she took the time to get me close to an orgasm just by sucking
both of my nipples without coming up for air.

As I watched her move from tit to tit, her hair again fanned out and flowed
with the motion of her head and the counter-currents of the bubbling water.
God, that was so hot!  Combined with her tongue on my nipple, I was ready
to explode.

I'm sure she sensed this -- or maybe she just needed oxygen.  She came up,
sucked in a lungful of air and kissed me.  This was more tender than my
kiss but, I have to admit, there was something to be said for soft, wet
kisses.

She pulled back again and again I'm like Really?

With a smirk, she inhaled deeply and sank into the frothy water.  Hands
pried my knees apart and I felt her lips on my nether lips.  Then I felt
the oddest sensation -- air being blown into me!

I jumped and Vega surfaced with a big smart-ass smile.  "Didn't expect
that, did you?"

"No!  No one expects that!  What the hell..."

Kissing is a very effective way to shut someone up.  I learned that with
Trina.  Just never expected the other, much hotter Vega to use that on me.

As we kissed, our tongues alternately dancing and dueling, Vega hoisted me
onto the edge of the Jacuzzi.  Then she slowly kissed her way down my body,
making me shiver in the hot sun.

When she reached her goal, her tongue went to work.  It was everywhere on
and in my pussy.  The girl was unbelievable!  She knew how to eat out
another girl.  And then some.

Vega's tongue danced from my clit down through my lower lips and across my
perineum.  Then back up where she began to tongue me furiously.  That
supple muscle pistoned in and out of my wetness even as she used her thumb
to toy with my erect clitoris.

As I was approaching my climax, the bitch pulled back.  I glared down at
her and saw a strand of my cum mixed with her saliva.  It bridged the very
short distance between my mound and her mouth.

"Are you ready to cum for me, Jadey?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Then I guess you don't want to cum?"

I know my eyes flashed angrily but she just smiled teasingly before she
resumed giving me head.

That interval had caused me to slide off the backside of the orgasm wave.
It took her some time to get me back there.  But it was a helluva ride.  (I
later found out she did that on purpose.  She claims it makes the real
climax more intense.)

Her tongue was fucking me with a wild, irregular rhythm and I knew it
wouldn't be long.

Crying out, I wrapped my legs around her head and felt myself tighten up on
her tongue.  Then I felt the real orgasm hit and my body went rigid before
I crested and fell back on the patio.

When I opened my eyes, Tori was sitting next to me, My eyes became fixed on
a clear drop of water dangling from one nipple.  When it fell to her tanned
thigh, joining the moisture already there.  I looked up and saw Vega
holding her tongue between her thumb and forefinger.  "Ah fin oo spain
ih..."

My brows knit together as I tried to translate the mush from her mouth.
Matching her actions to her mumblings I finally figured it out.

Oh!  I sprained her tongue!  Ha!  That's awesome!  That's one way to shut
Vega up.  And I think it would have to be my favorite.

Then I felt sorry for her, after all, that tongue did wonders for me.  I
leaned up, kissing the tip of her tongue gently where it poked out between
her fingers.

"Ooo...  That's better," she said before she pulled me close for another
kiss.

That tongue was definitely not sprained.  Or strained.  It was just fine...

Vega stood up and leaned over towards me, those small tits right in my
face.  A hand reached down and she pulled me up and into her arms.  What is
it with Vega and hugging?

Actually I'm not sure why I'm complaining.  The feel of her wet, naked
flesh against mine is kinda hot.  Hell, it's very hot.  And what her tongue
was doing in my ear was stoking the fire.

"Let's go to bed," she whispered before she licked my ear again.

When the tip of that supple tongue slid into my ear, I managed to say,
"O-o-oka-ay..."

Using a couple of towels, we quickly dried off.  She grabbed her dugout and
the lighter then our clothes before leading me inside.  My own house.

As we entered the house, she stepped over to the kitchen table and asked,
"Another toot?"

I shrugged.  In for a penny...

We each did another line.  And again: HOLY SHIT!!!

Vega ran her finger across the remains and slid it across her gum.  Then
she ran her finger across the table top again and reached towards me.  I
opened my mouth and she ran the dregs across my upper gum, leaving a
tingly, numb sensation.

Then that gorgeous, naked body leaned over and my eyes almost bugged out
when I saw her lick the last of the white powder from the glass.  Then she
pulled me to her and that coked-up tongue slipped into my mouth, sharing
the drug.  My tongue tingled as the remnants of the coke dissolved.

Tori held up the small envelope and saw there was still over half what she
brought.  "We'll save this for later..."

Then she took my hand and said, "Wanna show me your bedroom?"

Between the coke, the weed and the perc, not to mention the incredible
orgasm by the pool, my mind was whirling like the twister in The Wizard of
Oz -- all sorts of solid images but they came and went like the stuff
around Dorothy's farm house.

Holding Tori's hand, I led her up the back stairs to my room.  As she stood
in my room, taking in all my oddities, I saw something I suddenly wanted
more than anything in the entire world.

Something came over me and I knocked our clothes out of her hands then
grabbed her, pulling her to me.  The kiss was a raw, lip-bruising and
passionate assault as my tongue plundered her mouth.

As we kissed, I force-walked her back to my bed.  It's a king-sized bed
with posts at all four corners.  At the time, my thoughts were too chaotic
to consider the possibilities.

I broke the kiss and pushed her back onto the bed.  She squeaked as she
fell and I have to admit, it sounded cute.  And I don't do cute!

Tori scooted back and, before she could say anything, I fell on her,
kissing her to shut her up.  Biting her ear and tasting the warm skin
trapped between my teeth, I pulled and she squealed.  Then I whispered, "I
know what I want and I'm taking it!"

Screw foreplay!I thought as I quickly crawled down her body until I was
between her legs.  Pulling them apart, I saw her core.  It was wet and I
knew it wasn't just from the pool or the Jacuzzi.

I have to admit, for a moment, once she opened before my eyes, I was
mesmerized.  Tori Vega's pussy was quite likely the most perfect human
organ, or organs, I ever laid my eyes on.  That slowed me a bit.

Moving closer, I could feel the heat from her arousal on my face.  Then I
pressed my lips to hers and simply kissed that lovely mound.  Then my
tongue slid out and I began to French kiss her netherlips.

The wetness on my mouth and tongue was definitely not water. It was the
salty-sweet nectar coming from Tori.  In seconds, my tongue was practically
swimming in it within her as I continued my `forbidden' kiss.

A flash of what had to be the coke went through me and I suddenly wasn't
content to just taste her.  I wanted her to cum.  To cum like she never had
before.

With wild abandon, my lips, tongue and teeth came into play.  There was no
plan of attack, I just licked, sucked, kissed and chewed on Tori Vega.  I
followed no pattern and no rhythm.  I sped up and slowed down.  I licked,
then sucked.  Sucked then bit.  Bit and tongued.  Fucked and licked her
core.

Within only a few minutes of my random assault, Tori was thrashing and
moaning on the bed.  Her hand slid down, lacing through my hair and
pressing my mouth to her sex.  To prove I was still in control, I started
to pull back.  That hand took control and twisted in my hair, forcing my
mouth back to her now-drenched pussy.

She came shortly after that, her cum drenching my face and flowing into my
mouth.  I didn't relent though.  I continued to ravish her.  I was having
so much fun pleasuring/torturing her, I didn't want to stop.

Soon, Tori came again.  This time she screamed as her body spasmed.  Her
hips bounced up and down, almost throwing me off.  But I maintained my
intimate contact with her labia as I continued to lick and suck and chew.

Her body lay limp as I continued but I knew it was only a momentary sensory
overload.  I hoped.

It was.  When I finally sucked in her clit, finally concentrating on that
little nubbin for the first time, she squealed and began to move again.
Before long I had her cumming a third time.  This time, her legs clamped
around my skull as she screamed my name.

"JAAAADDDDEEEE!!!"

After a long, scary moment of intense pressure on my skull, Tori's legs
released me.  I looked down at her red, ravaged, oh-so wet pussy and
smiled.

Then I saw the growing wet spot beneath her and smiled even more.

I slowly kissed my way up her torso and then kissed her softly on her
mouth, which hung partly open.  I slid my tongue in and, even in her
stupor, she tasted herself as she sucked on my tongue.

After several minutes, she finally opened her eyes.  Looking at me, she
smiled.  I returned the smile.

And in my case, it was a real smile.  I finally had to admit I liked, and
still like, Tori Vega.

And it wasn't just the sex.  That was just ninety percent of it...

Or so I tried to rationalize.

Seriously, I stared at her lust-glazed eyes and wanted to stare into them
forever.

Tori started to giggle.  I was irritated and snarled, "What?!?"

"Your face is wet."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Yours.  You made me cum.

"Oh, and your hair is wet too!"

She was right, the tips of my hair were wet.  I sniffed and smelled Tori.
Then I realized, when her cum soaked my bed, it soaked the hair hanging
near my face.  Surprisingly, even to me, I didn't mind so much.

We kissed again then Tori got up.  She started to move and it was like
watching a new-born colt on their shaky legs for the first time.  She
rummaged through our pile of clothes and came back with her dugout and
lighter.

I was laying back on my bed, off to the side to avoid our marked territory.
Tori saw the spot and smiled apologetically.  I smiled back and said,
"Guess who has to wash my sheets?"

She stuck her tongue out as she lay next to me and handed me the hitter.
We each took several hits of Shasta Blasta.

Lying there with this beautiful woman in my arms, I was content.  I was
still horny but aren't all teenagers?  For the moment though, I was content
to just lay there feeling her bare flesh pressed to me as she began to
snore lightly against my chest.

And before long, that soft drone against my flesh soothed me and I soon
joined her in dreamland.  This time my dreams were again full of naked Tori
Vegas romping around my house.  But, unlike the night before, these were
exciting, wonderful, blissful images...