After AnimeCon: Messy Argument (Patreon)

    “Briiian…” Stephanie purred. “You’re brooding.”

    After the two of them retired to the privacy of the big tent and laid themselves down for the night on top of an unrolled sleeping bag… Stephanie had glued herself to his side. She couldn’t help herself. It was all she could do to keep from climbing on top of him. They were only partially dressed, but she was sorely tempted to rip off all of the clothing getting in their way and fuck him into the ground.

    No! No, Stephanie struggled to resist her urges. This, um, isn’t the time. We can just talk. We should talk?

    In the dark privacy of the canvas enclosure, she couldn’t stop herself from caressing his chest and nuzzling her face against his shoulder. He was just too sexy! Each touch of her fingertips across him sent bits of superheated pink plasma flying across her mind in a brilliant display. There was something more about the action than just a touch, because each tactile tracing of his contours by her eagerly exploring digits confirmed how rugged and masculine he was, and feeling how solid his body was, how real, how right here with her was immensely satisfying. The month of his absence had been a vexing emptiness in her psyche, and being reunited here with him once again filled that gap.

    “I’m allowed to brood a little,” Brian replied back in a quiet grumble.

    He sounded sleepy and a little annoyed, but it was somehow the cute kind of annoyed that made her want to pamper him with wet kisses. The timber of his voice had a rich quality to it that was driving her bonkers, and when he used it in such a low tone it became husky, and the sheer friction of it was creating sparks of pink. Stephanie was horny. She was so fucking horny it too conscious effort not to grind up against him—there was a bucking movement baked into her hips that was positively aching to be unleashed.

    “Nuh-uh, no, no you’re not,” Stephanie whispered. “Because—Brian, you saved her.”

    Did I? Brian was about to retort—her charm sense couldn’t make out words, exactly, but the sentiment radiating off of him was sharp and easy to read.

    “You did,” Stephanie cut him off before he could say it out loud.

    Then, she bit him.

    To his credit, Brian didn’t flinch. Rather than a vicious chomp like Chloe had done earlier this was a nibble of her teeth on his shoulder—there was something even more intimate than kissing within that little teasing pinch of skin she caught, but she plastered over it with sloppy kisses in apology directly afterwards. She was so horny. Stephanie’s lower body jerked up against him in an absent-minded humping movement before she could suppress the compulsion, and, desperate to light up his darkness with her fire, she left even more frantic kisses up his shoulder. Needy smacks and lingering smooches climbed up towards his naked neck.

    “Hahh—hahhh, Brian listen to me,” Stephanie pleaded. “Y-you saved her. From, from being Chloe. She can be happy now—she has that chance, th-that opportunity. When, she didn’t, before. You saved her. You did.”

    “Maybe,” Brian responded in that low rumble of his that stoked her fires up even higher.

    I, I can FEEL the vibration. Of his voice. It’s so sexy! I think he would be getting me wet just, j-just hearing him talk. His normal voice is nice, but his BEDROOM voice…!

    He began to shift beside her, and Stephanie realized she had been practically smothering him. A pang of panic went through her at the thought she had pushed too far when he wasn’t in the mood—but Brian was just freeing his arm that had been trapped between them. He instead situated it around her, holding her against him, so that her head could rest upon his arm while his wide palm rested upon her butt.

    BrianNn—!

    Stephanie couldn’t stop herself this time and her hips rolled, practically humping against him for an embarrassing moment. In the darkness of the tent he couldn’t see her blushing, but surely he could feel how hot her cheeks were at that. It didn’t even satisfy—before she could help it she jerked again, desperate to rub her mound up against him. The jeans she had been wearing were peeled off before climbing onto the sleeping bag with Brian—Stephanie wore pajamas back home but had never been one to sleep wearing actual pants, bedding down tonight in just her shirt and panties. Brian had done the opposite, and was wearing his jeans while going bare-chested, so now when she rubbed the sopping heat of her panties against him she was sure she was leaving a damp spot on his pant leg he could feel.

    “Stephh…” Brian called her name in that hushed, sexy rumble and she froze in place, ashamed but almost too aroused to even function.

    Was that reproach in his voice, or was he maybe getting a little turned on, too? She wasn’t sure, she needed him to say her name again, there was something so delicious about hearing it when they were like this that made her molten pink core throb with need. She was SO FUCKING HORNY.

    “S-sorry,” Stephanie squeaked out. “I, I can’t help it. It’s not fair! K-Kelly is fingering Emily, an-and I can almost feel it too, and, and Christine is so turned on she’s, she’s about to masturbate, and I, I myself am so horny that Brian, Brian I can’t even breathe!”

    “Then—” Brian stiffened a bit in her embrace, and Stephanie was just about to renew her assault upon him with her lips when he began to sit up. “Here, let’s do this.”

    “Okay,” Stephanie agreed immediately, without even a clue as to what he meant—because something, anything he wanted to do with her was going to be met with her unbridled enthusiasm. “Um?”

    She had to let him go so that they could both sit up, but he wasn’t getting the whole way up—instead as she sat up with him, he leaned into her and reached to start removing her underwear. The moment she recognized his intentions, her panties were down, snatched by the elastic band by her frantic fingers, yanked down her trembling legs, free of her feet, and thrown across the tent. 

    It might have been her imagination, but she thought they landed with a slight splat.

    N-no, that would be crazy, Stephanie told herself. They didn’t SPLAT, they were, they were just, it was like a heavier sound because they were so SOAKED—

    But then Brian was guiding her forward a bit, up onto her knees—and he took one of her legs and drew it over him. Spreading her wide like that filled the tent with the steamy scent of her arousal, Stephanie felt positively gooey in a way that had her going lightheaded and panting with lust—and then Brian started to pull her back towards him. To bring her quivering wet pussy towards his face.

    Th-this is—! Stephanie was too excited to even finish the thought.

    The sixty-nine position was something she’d been aware of forever, everyone knew of it—but, she’d for some reason never expected to be in this position personally, and the stark realization that not only was it possible, but that they were about to do it felt like it was opening up entire new realms of pleasure to her. In fact, just the idea of engaging in soixante-neuf—

    Brian’s mouth clamped down upon her vulva, her lips immediately parted open in invitation, and the wet heat of their joining there melted coherent thought into bright pink incandescence.

    “OooahhhhHHhh—-??!! Stephanie let out an animal moan. “Br-Brian?!”

    She splayed her legs wider, his grip on her thighs squeezed almost painfully tight but she needed even more, his handsome face slid against her and he worked his mouth. Explosions of pink were erupting in the distance, mesmerizing little mini-gasms building towards a rapid crescendo. It felt so fucking good she was losing her mind, her hips wriggled without her control at the sensation of him eating her out, and the languid liquid heat made her feel as if her entire lower half was dissolving into lava upon him. Her fire upon his earth, stoked to insane temperatures—uncontrollable wildfire was overtaking the dreamscape.

   “OhH my, oH—my—Go—-HhHh?!!Dd—--?!!!”

    The assault was incredible, and Brian’s tongue plunged inside her as her pussy involuntarily clenched, tightening and untightening as if in an attempt to capture her slippery opponent. It was useless—everything was too slick and fluid down there. When he tilted his head to press forward it delved deep inside, when he rocked back to escape the flat of his tongue lapped along the folds of her sex in its retreat—both movements blasted Stephanie with delight in thermonuclear pink pangs.

    “Briann BriaNn BriaNNn—!”

    A big orgasm came, and her waist went weak but Brian wasn’t relenting—Stephanie’s rigid upper body she had been holding aloft fell down onto his body as her arms gave out. Her mind was a total mess, but even throughout the incomprehensible storm of fire… something became apparent. Brian had a hard-on. A bulging mountain had grown into place beneath her, tenting his pants, and Stephanie hadn’t noticed it until she’d dropped down onto it. She squirmed atop him in surprise, trying to struggle back up on her hands—because that was not okay!

    W-we were, that wasn’t us sixty-nine-ing! Stephanie was shocked. He was, was just sixty-ing me, but I wasn’t—I wasn’t nine-ing him back! I should have been, I NEED to do my part, too!

    Stephanie needed that cockmeat filling her mouth, she needed to make him feel the way she was being made to feel. The difficulty of making it happen however, was extreme—in a daze of delirium Stephanie fumbled ineffectually with his pants, unable to figure them out. Brian wasn’t letting up, and in response she wasn’t able to stop rocking her hips to his tune—mindlessly rutting upon his handsome face as he tongue-fucked the ability to form cohesive thinking right out of her.

    No, I—UNNnghHHhh—I, no Brian, I need to do you, too! ToOOo—?! Please, I—PLEASE!

    In her confusion Stephanie could not figure out why the fly of his pants was upside-down from this perspective, and almost a full minute went by with her simply riding the infernos of pleasure, cumming on his face and letting out plaintive moans and accomplishing nothing else. Her hands pulled at the fabric and groped at the hidden erection without managing to free it, until she finally managed to unbutton the button. The zipper was opened in frantic jerks, Stephanie shoved his pants and underwear back out of the way, and then—

    Brian’s enormous dick sprung free up into her face, thick warm cockmeat bobbing between her nose and her cheek. It was too dark to see it, but Stephanie could feel it. She let out a giggle of triumph and let slip a hiccup—because he was still going to town on her down there and enthusiastically making out with her muff, it had been difficult for her to draw in anything but sharp intakes of surprise and let out ragged exhalations. It felt like he owned her, like most of her body which was squirming out of her control simply belonged to him—but now she finally had her chance to gobble him up in return.

    “Hnnhghh—Steph—” Brian pulled away from her for just long enough to pant out her name.

    Then, with feverish pink glee—Stephanie took him into her mouth.

    Because she was straddled atop him she was eminently aware of how it affected him—Brian jerked beneath her in a spasm of surprise, but Stephanie was not going to be thrown off. Instead, she pinned him down as best she could and bobbed her head upon the length of his giant dick again and again in a fervent motion. The sensation of Brian slavering away at her snatch was and always had been indescribable, something beyond words—but being in the position to reciprocate was even better. Fires rose up even higher, and now dangerous heat also seeped deep, deep down into the earth—into Brian.

    Naughty wet noises and little constrained gasps filled the inside of the tent.

    Their increasingly vulgar movements held Stephanie spellbound with pleasure, obliterating magic combustion made Stephanie cum all over again, lurid pink light erased everything else, because Brian was still frantically licking and lapping her up. She had sucked his dick once before, sort of, barely, back at the convention—but now she was actually blowing him; this was a sloppy, eager blowjob where all of the shy hesitance from her previous attempt had long since wicked away.

    Her hand gripped him by the root of his shaft as she accepted him deeper and deeper into her mouth with each stroke, and upon pulling back each time she sucked and slurped, her lips simply refusing to let go. It was so much fucking fun, the rough, unbridled energy of making love to him this time was incredible and she hummed with happiness upon the crown of his cock. Stephanie pursed her lips and twisted as she took him in, first one way and then the other—exploring each of the interesting different nuances to this performance as firework blossoms of pink continued to congratulate her every effort.

    The sloppy spit and saliva in her mouth felt just as fantastic as she was feeling down there, where Brian was furiously plying her wet velvet with his tongue. There was just something altogether perfect about the feedback loop of pleasure they could give one another that continued to drive Stephanie even further up the wall—she wanted more, more more more, she needed it even rougher—before she knew it she was grinding back on him in desperation, and her groping, fumbling other hand found its way across his lap to clutch at Brian’s balls. They were warm and had just the right amount of squeeze to them, they twitched and throbbed in response to her touch—

    Stephanie squirted out a bit of lubricant across Brian’s chin just as he blew his load into her mouth, a sudden, thick spurt of cum blasting out into her. She swallowed in surprise, and shivered in her own orgasm, blinded by pink—and swallowed, gulping again and then again as he just continued to nut. As she diligently milked every last bit of semen out of him, she was likewise continuing to cream herself while he lapped it up.

    The final, jubilant thought that went through Stephanie’s head before she passed out was that when they were together like this—it really was like their love for each other was wedding them into one being.

    * * *

    Emily panted and squirmed as Kelly french-kissed her, because Kelly’s fingers were flickering over her slick labia as if strumming a guitar solo. The redhead’s other hand wasn’t idle—it was tweaking and twisting Emily’s nipple as if Kelly was trying to tighten guitar strings. Kelly played Emily’s body with a frown, adjusting her movements and listening carefully to the music of desperate moans that came out as if in tuning for just the right chords.

    “K-Kelly, Kelly, I—”

    “Kitten, sshh.”

    Being fingered by another girl was strange, and the basic motions of masturbation Emily took for granted were not on display, here. Kelly’s technique was too different from her own, it was rougher, violent, and pleasure teetered toward pain down there in a way that had Emily shuddering and seeing splashes of blue. Usually Emily fingered herself carefully, delicately, the lightest touch was put in place to accentuate and guide the sensations felt from the little bullet vibrator she always used. Instead Kelly frigged, instead fingers of frustration pressed this way and that across her clit in tight little jerking motions that were sure to have her sore tomorrow.

    “MmHnMMm—mMh?—??!”

    Once again the moan of pleasure was stolen away by Kelly’s mouth, and slick tongue crashed against hers in a surf spray of wave collisions. Emily was only released every now and then to gasp for breath, and the loss of control, the sense of being physically dominated felt like a different, unexpected outlet for her water flow was being carved out. One that now a rush of heady blue was eagerly pushing in to fill.

    “K-Kelly, please, please, wait—wAit—!!”

    The jolt of a sharp orgasm slapped across Emily’s consciousness with a slosh, and then the fingers relented, relaxed against her, allowing the blue drowning out her thoughts to start to subside. She panted, staring up at the low mesh ceiling of their tiny tent in a daze, all of the sudden aware once again that her clothes were in disarray while her body was jammed up against Kelly.

    “Feel better?” Kelly asked.

    “I—I—” Emily paused between breaths to swallow. “That was, uh, that was good? You’re uh, you go really rough.”

    “Sorry,” Kelly laid a gentle kiss on her brow this time. “Just… trying to be your pressure valve, to let some of that stuff out.”

    “Okay?” Emily’s brows furrowed in confusion.

    “Little chica, you don’t vent out your feelings,” Kelly teased. “You clutch onto them tight, and just—just drag them deep down into your depths and never ever let go of them. It makes you a little crazy.”

    “What,” Emily said. Did I just get therapy’d? I THOUGHT this was weird sudden intimacy—but like, I just assumed she was really into it! Turns out, instead she was just trying to THERAPY me?

    “Don’t be mad,” Kelly cupped her hand again and gave Emily’s slick pussy a little slap.

    “H-hey, whoa,” Emily couldn’t help but twist against her at the unexpected strike. “I’m just—I’m not mad, just—that’s just—weird?”

    “You were mad,” Kelly corrected her. “You were so pissed off about everything you couldn’t even think.”

    “I mean, yeah—no, kinda,” Emily growled. “But, s’not like… I don’t know. You make it all out like I’m some uh, feelings mermaid. Or, siren or selkie or whatever. Luring in the feelings and trying to drag them down to the watery depths and all of that shit.”

    “Yeah, basically,” Kelly chuckled. “That’s what I was goin’ for, yeah. I mean, Emmie—you know you just try to bottle everything up. Instead of processing your feelings or venting them out. You drag them all deep down and then never let them go.”

    “But—I don’t know,” Emily scowled, giving Kelly a weak slap across her boob. “It’s okay for me to be mad, though? Justified. Let me be mad, I’m allowed to be mad. Feels like—like we just rewarded Chloe with this big happy ending she doesn’t even deserve.”

    “Chloe didn’t get any happy endings,” Kelly’s voice grew serious. “Chloe went down there, into a grave dug just for her—and, she didn’t come out. Chloe’s dead now, Emily.”

    “I mean, yeah,” Emily made a face. “I guess.”

    “So, all of that anger and hate—you need to fucking let it go,” Kelly explained. “Because, Christine doesn’t deserve it. Christine’s Christine. Not Chloe.”

    “I get that, yeah, but—” Emily dropped her palm against Kelly’s boob again and left it there. “I don’t know. Feelings don’t just work like that. I can’t just turn them on and off, or just choose to stop being so fucking furious at her.”

    “Which is why I helped,” Kelly kissed her brow again. “I can pull you away and help you vent a bit. I’m not gonna be pissy about it and say you owe me one, even though basically you do. I’m horny tonight too, you know? I want some action. But, like—I know I wasn’t affected by all this deep-seated grudge bullshit you had going on here. Emily—I love you. I don’t like seeing you like that. So pissed off.”

    “Sorry,” Emily said. “I—yeah, sorry.”

    “You don’t have to apologize to me,” Kelly said. “You have to talk it out with Christine. Have a real heart to heart about everything, get all of those whatever whatever last bits of hate you have out in the open, and then let them go. Because, she’s not Chloe. Chloe’s gone.”

    “I guess,” Emily said. “Sorry. Is that—is that how you deal with shit? Like, everything that gets to you. In your life.”

    “What, flickin’ my bean?” Kelly sounded amused. “No. I did deal with all my feelings, I vented—just in a real unhealthy way. I’d get wasted. Stoned out of my mind, high as a kite, ‘til it felt like thoughts and feelings were things you could just pluck outta the air. I drank myself to sleep, I’d wake up sick and, y’know. Puking out my problems?”

    “That’s—that’s not funny,” Emily tensed, shoving down sour memories of her own back down. “Kell.”

    “Yeah,” Kelly lifted her shoulders in a small shrug. “But, now. S’like I don’t need all that. I have you guys, I have Steph who can just, I dunno. Thought police me, when my mind’s headin’ back towards those dark places. Because she can tell. I have Brian, I have you. The magic bullshit. I’m letting myself give a fuck about people again, and that… it helps. S’weird, but it does help a lot.”

    “Yeah,” Emily murmured. “I—Kelly, I do love you too.”

    “I know.”

    “I just—I do think for me, Brian’s always gotta come first.”

    “I know, Em,” Kelly laughed. “But like, even that. There’s things you can’t go to Brian for, really. You think it’s some accident you’re in here with me tonight, and Steph’s over there with Brian? That we drew straws? No. We didn’t need you being in there with Brian, and you two just getting more and more upset together and worked up over all the shared Chloe bullshit you two’re going through. I’m your release valve. Stephie, she’s his.”

    “I… I think I did hear them, just a bit ago,” Emily smirked. Know I heard Stephie, at least. She definitely got some action tonight.

    “You did, I could hear them both,” Kelly teased a slick trail across Emily’s thigh. “And like, I’m a little jealous, but also like, good. Good. Everyone’s where they needed to be, tonight.”

    “So… when it comes to like, the group, does Stephanie come first, for you?” Emily asked. “Or Brian?”

    “Steph’s who I go to for things I can’t take to Brian,” Kelly shrugged again. “It’s not a competition, Em. Even you have weird bullshit that you don’t want to put on Brian—like, sides of yourself you don’t want to show him. Because you always want to put on your best Emily for him. ‘Cause you love him.”

    “Yeah, but I mean—”

    “We all love each other in different ways,” Kelly summed up. “Don’t be all juvenile and tryin’ to fucking rank us.”

    “I’m not! Just… I don’t know,” Emily cuddled in closer. “It’s weird.”

    “Yeah.”

    “And like…” Emily swallowed again. “Why do you like me? Like, what makes you like me.”

    “You’re a little goofball,” Kelly answered immediately.

    “Gee, thanks—”

    “You care,” Kelly continued. “A lot. You being head over heels for Brian, you when you worry about Steph, the way you got so fucking bothered every time Chloe screwed us over, back at AnimeCon. I don’t know. It’s refreshing? For the past couple years for me, my friends—the people who I thought were my friends, we were friends in name only. Basically. They didn’t care. We didn’t care. It was all superficial, it was all… friendship of convenience? So, I guess some part of the way you just get deeply, deeply invested into the people you care about… that draws me in.”

    “Huh,” Emily felt genuinely shocked and didn’t know what else to say.

    “And then, you love me… for my massive fucking tiddies,” Kelly chuckled.

    “I do love you,” Emily nuzzled in closer. “I wanted to hate you, at first. Because you were like, one of them.”

    “One of them?”

    “Yeah,” Emily said, staring at the dim outline of Kelly in the darkness of the tent. “One of the, uh, popular girls. Like Lauren. Like Chloe. Pretty and perfect and everyone loves them. I mean, I realize you’re not exactly that type, but to me you were. At first. I couldn’t trust it. Not after… you know. Everything.”

    “So…?” Kelly prompted.

    “I don’t know,” Emily said. “You—you turned out to be different. I guess I got to see this other side of you, that gave a fuck about Brian. Stephie. Me. You also had your own weird mess going on, that let me see you as your own kind of fuckup. I can relate to being a fuckup. That’s more real to me. So, I couldn’t just write you off as one of them, anymore. You’re—Kelly, you’re really cool. Actually.”

    “Hah,” Kelly chuckled to herself. “I was probably more like ‘one of them’ than you think. S’Steph’s fault. Worming her way into my feelings an’ like, unlatching windows and opening doors and shit. Once she was inside. Or, maybe that’s the charm effect? I dunno. Steph fell for Brian, hard, and then while I was just tryin’ to get her to spread her legs for us, and get Brian to just fucking whip it out and start fucking someone, she was doing the same for us. But like, tryin’ to get us to open up to each other. Romantically. Fall in love, or whatever. God, so fucking weird to talk about.”

    “Yeah,” Emily said. “I know what you mean. Do you think it’s more the charm magic stuff, or more just Stephanie?”

    “Stephanie,” Kelly answered. “From my point of view, anyways.”

    “Hmm,” Emily let out a sleepy grumble, closing her eyes. “Y’know, I think you’re on to something.”

    “I know, right?”

    “But, I think like—like all the issues and hangups, they’re locks. Right? Normally. And the charm, it’s a key. Keys? Steph went around in all our psyches, opening up, uh, certain emotional… I don’t know. Opening us up to each other? In the care about each other way. You were doing the same, but for you the charm was the key to… something like sexual awakening?”

    “I like it,” Kelly laughed. “So, wait—what’s your key do?”

    “I’m the funny one, I unlock a sense of humor?”

    “Ehhh. Em, you’re not that funny.”

    “Ouch.”

    “But, you may be on to something?” Kelly mused. “You bring a special… something? To the table? It’s hard to describe. If I brought sexy times, Steph brought the love—you brought this weird kind of… uh… familiarity? I know we’re different when you’re with us. Better.”

    “Thanks?”

    “I think like, we’re closer in a different way. Not humor exactly, but you bring this sort of sense like we’ve known each other for forever, like we’ve always been besties. You help everything click, in that sort of way. When we’re all together. Everything feels so much more chill. When we’re all together, it’s not like it’s just because we love each other, or just because we want to fuck, but because we’re… I don’t know. It’s us. We’re family, we belong.”

    “Thanks.”

    “But uh, Emmie, I’m fuckin’ beat. Good talk, but I’m goin’ to sleep. I’ve been about to crash for like, the past hour or so. Just, couldn’t let you go off all mad and have yourself angry dreams.”

    “Oh—yeah, cool. Me too. Thanks. G’night, Kell. And—I love you.”

    “Love you, Kitten.”

    Emily gave the boob in her hand a small squeeze but didn’t let go, settling herself in more comfortably to cuddle with Kelly. She felt… much better. About everything. The out of control anger coloring every thought had mostly been swept away, like the heavy impact of a red comet had displaced tons and tons of the angry, turbulent water and now her feelings were flowing normally again. No, not even just ‘normally’—Emily had a better sense of Kelly’s real feelings for her, rather than struggling to accept the girl’s interest as a sort of abstract that she was afraid to question.

    My own feelings, too, Emily thought as she began to drift off towards peaceful dreams. Kelly’s just… yeah, I appreciate her better. I don’t love her like I love Brian, but I DO love her. I love her like I love Kelly. She’s right—it’s its own thing. She’s pretty great. She’s—she’s…

    She fell asleep against Kelly before she could finish the sentence. 

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/// Extensive arguments with Stephanie like this might be exhausting, but honestly? She also makes some pretty solid points. Because when you consider the... uhh. When the... huh. Nope, I forgot where I was going with that.