Page 7 of sWitch

Working up her soft, plush thighs, I reached the apex and looked up once more for permission. The corner of her full lips lifted, and she nodded. “You drenched me.”

“Fuck,” I growled. Lifting her pleated skirt, I took in her white panties faintly stained blue now. “You’re soaked, and I should make good on my offer to clean you up.”

Was it the craziest thing I’d done in a movie theater? Hell yeah. Was it also the hottest? Fuck, yeah.

My lips were on the outside of her little panties in an instant. Her hips wiggled and her fingers wove through the hair above my undercut. I relished the feeling of the warm, damp fabric against my two snakebite piercings. The barbell on my tongue prodded against her wanting clit. The desire to soak up the drink was gone, Fauna was my drink now, my wet, sugary treat, my concessions snack.

I gripped her hips, holding them steady as I began sucking at the fabric like her pussy was my straw. Notes of raspberry fadedinto the salty, citrus flavor of her arousal. Fuck, I wanted to rip her panties off and slip my tongue down her center. I wanted to let my barbell piercing run cold against her bundle of nerves and wiggle her clit back and forth until she came on my face.

She pulled my face forward frantically then, pushing her pussy into my lips. I nodded against her as I lapped against her panties. “That’s it, baby girl. Give it to me.”

And give, she did. Fauna whimpered out the sweetest hushed orgasm as I tongue fucked her over her panties in her movie theater seat.

A door clicked shut in the distance, and footsteps followed.

“Oh, no,” she breathed, straightening and looking behind her. I rose up on my knees right as Trevor and Mary Jane sidestepped into our aisle.

“The fuck?” Trevor cocked an eyebrow in our direction. “You’re all wet.”

“Yes, we are,” I replied, grabbing my flannel and draping it over Fauna’s knees. “I spilled the slushy.”

Mary Jane shook her head as she took her seat. “You’re awfully clumsy for a piercer and tattoo artist.”

I swallowed, still feeling Fauna on my tongue. “Skateboarder and drummer, too.” I sat next to technically my girl, as not-technically-but-would-soon-be my girl bit her lip and settled back into whispers with Trevor.

Well, that was fun.

SIDE QUEST: COMPLETED

LEVEL 3

PLAYER ONE: REMY

The girls left,and we went home. None of us spoke, really, on the drive back. Trevor shoved me at the door to our apartment, and I knocked into him. But he was faster, claiming the game room. “You’re not deleting any of my game play, asshole!” he called from the spare room.

I kicked off my rain-soaked Doc Marten boots. “That just shows how immature you are that you’d think I’d do that. Really, I’m hurt, Trevor.”

Nah, he could keep his game play if he gave me his girlfriend.

Questions plagued my mind. Why did she have to taste so good? I hadn’t even gotten under those panties yet, and I was addicted to her. Better people with morals and ethics would have probably felt guilty after tongue-fucking the blue slushy underwear of their twin’s girlfriend in an empty movie theater on a double date. Let the record show, I wasn’t one of those better people with morals. It only made me want her more.

What did she think? How did she feel? I didn’t have her number, so I couldn’t text her, but I felt an overwhelming urge to check on her, especially as the week dragged on and she didn’t come back over. There was no asking Trevor; he was busy with school, working out, coaching, practice, and overall making my parentsveryproud in his academic pursuits. All I did was play drums, sweep the tattoo shop floors, ready inks and artist stations, and pierce a couple of lobes for thirteen-year-olds. The whole time, she was the only thing on my mind. Her giggle, her taste, the way she looked in my t-shirt, the skin of her soft thighs against my tongue… I hadn’t changed out my piercings since that night, wanted to keep some reminder of her embedded in the metal.

It was weird she hadn’t come over. Maybe Trevor was having her over when I was at work. That was the thing about having a brother who wasn’t up your ass all the time: we never talked—both a pro and a con in our relationship. He’d know something was up if I said anything. Then, I wondered if they’d hooked up. The thought made me want to beat my drum set until my arms fell off. I mean, of course, they were fucking, right? If they were, it wasn’t when I was at the apartment, so maybe it was at her place. Gross. He didn’t deserve her. Trev was fine, but I was better—better for Fauna, at least. She wasn’t the typical shallow airhead he usually dated. Fauna was quick-witted, surprising, unique…

Ah, fuck. I was down bad.

So I resolved to stop being chicken shit and to try to talk to her. She gamed, I gamed, I’d talked to her while gaming before…as my brother, but whatever. Trev came home sweaty from practice, showered, microwaved a burrito, and then locked himself in the game room. I knocked on the door around tenthirty, and he emerged, passing me my favorite old school controller I liked to hook up to the monitor.

“She’s all yours,” he yawned, breezing past me to our room.

Shesure is.

I settled into our gaming chair, the neon lights of our setup fading into multi colors around me. Slipping on the headset, I casually clicked into his games, seeing who was online.

Dude bros from his soccer team in his shooter games. Typical.

The RPG game, V, however, had multiple green dots indicating friends were online. I joined, rolling my eyes at my twin’s douchebag, muscle-man avatar. My heart skipped a beat when the bright pink, big-tits avatar popped up on the screen.

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