The Things Girls DoCordelia slammed into the locker room, her cheer leader uniform slick with perspiration. It had been a grueling work out, but she had enjoyed it. The physical strain of cheerleading was extraordinary on the mind, it let you kick out all those miserable thoughts that you didn't enjoy thinking,
Sighing, she did the combination for her locker, slamming her palm against it so that it would open and not stick. She slid the shirt from her torso, tugging it over her shoulders and arms. Carefully, she smoothed out the wrinkles and hung it up inside the locker. The muscles of her back ached fiercely, so while everyone else was changing, she carefully kneaded the sore muscles.
A small smile played along the corner of her lips, as her eyes closed and she let herself evoke a fantasy that she had hidden away into the night time. A secret. Of hands similar to her own, roaming over her with a tenderness that could bring tears to the strongest of hearts.
They pricked her eye lids even now, as she slid free from her skirt. It unlatched from the side and fell away to the floor. She bent to pick it up, and in her fantasy, those sweet-sweet hands would smooth over the back of her thighs like tiny licks of water. A soft, hot tongue would slide along her shoulder, teasing. Offering.
And it didn’t feel anything like a mans. Not like Xander’s had before he ripped her heart from her chest. No...it felt like...
Cordelia realized she was breathing hard, and snapped out of the self-induced haze, quickly bending back up and shoving the skirt into the locker. She did a quick glance around, making sure no one had seen her little daydream go triple X. Everyone appeared to be minding their own business, even Buffy who had been using the exercise equipment all through practice.
Grateful for that saving grace, she slipped out of her undergarment and walked to the shower. From the corner locker, she saw Buffy’s eyes shoot up and freeze on her. Smirking a little, Cordelia continued past. The shower felt almost as good as the work out had. She had made sure the water was hot, so she would have a reason to be flushed when she left it.
Life had gotten particularly vicious and hard to deal with lately, so these little jaunts of fantasy were the only ways she had to release the tension, the pain. Not that she minded, but it would be embarrassing if someone ever found out. Queen C - going at it to a vision of some faceless woman feeling her up. She’d never survive the scandal of it.
Tilting her head back, she let the water spread over her face and clear away the fear from her cheeks. No, they’d never find out, because she would never do anything with a woman. It was just a harmless fantasy. Let it all wash away...
She ran her hands over her own body, while the fantasy prevailed as the most important thing her mind could drudge up. It made her tingle in places she had no business tingling in the locker room showers, where her friends, if she could call them that, cleansed around her. But her desires were aroused, so there was nothing to do, but satisfy her skin, if not the rest of her.
Cordelia stayed in the shower, longer than anyone else. And when she came out, she was pleasantly water logged. And there were very few girls left in the locker room. Smiling a secret smile to herself, she all but flew to her locker.
“Someone’s in a good mood.” Buffy murmured from the bench behind her. Cordelia didn’t bother turning around, just hummed in answer. “Get some last night?” Again, Cordelia didn’t answer, but her shoulders tightened up. Who the hell did Buffy think she was? Her FRIEND, or something? “No, that can’t be it.” There was a smug edge to Buffy’s voice, and it grated across Cordelia’s shoulder blades, so she whipped around, holding tight to the towel wrapped around her breasts.
As she suspected, Buffy has a smile on her face that spoke of a Cheshire cat.
“And what business is it of yours I wonder?” Cordelia stuck a well manicured nail under Buffy’s nose. Buffy shrugged, but her lips tugged up even further, and there was as much heat in her gaze as there was hate.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think you’d want me to keep quiet, Cordelia.”
A shiver of dread worked it’s way up Cordelia’s spine, danced at the base of her skull.
“What are you talking about?”
The last girl besides them, left the locker room, dragging her back pack on the floor behind her. Panic welled up in Cordelia’s throat. Stuck in a room with the strongest person in the world. Someone she had admittedly made their life a living hell. Because other wise, she might have... done stuff that would ruin her reputation.
Buffy’s eyes grew cocky, and she rocked on her heels, grinning mercilessly.
“Let’s just say, I might have seen something, you might have did in your car last night.” Cordelia’s eyes grew round, until the whites of them stood out so starkly against her tanned face, that it was like night and day.
“No..” She whispered. “You fucking little bitch...”
“Ah, ah!” Buffy waved a finger in the air, her pupils dilated. “That’s no way to talk to, to someone that holds the future of your social life in her hand.”
Cordelia swallowed hard, shaking so hard she could barely hold onto the towel. But she kept her voice firm, her eyes steady on the shorter woman before her.
“What do you want?”
Buffy’s face all but glowed.
“First off... leave me alone. Stop being a Grade A bitch to me.” Cordelia nodded in relief, it was going to be something small like that. Granted, it wouldn’t be easy to get over her natural antagonism toward the slayer, but it could be done. “And...” So much for that. “Then, I want you to eat me out.”“What?” Cordelia gasped in outrage, bringing up her hand to slap Buffy hard across the face. But before she could do it, Buffy grabbed her wrist and slammed her back into the locker. A small whimper escaped against her will when Buffy pressed her slim, compact body up against her own.
“Don’t even think about it.” Buffy hissed into her ear, as she grabbed the towel and dragged it off. Cordelia stood before her now, bare and naked, her breasts and stomach were still damp. But not as wet as the inside of her thighs, and for a whole different reason. Buffy admired the peach tipped breasts before her hungry gaze. She has known about this side of herself from early on, it came with who she was. The desire to do something a bit unconventional. And fucking Cordelia chase was as unconventional as she could get.
“Please.” Cordelia whispered, her eyes blurred from tears.
“Please what?”
“Let me go. I’m not... like that.”
Buffy laughed, sliding her hand up the inside of Cordelia’s thigh. The muscles there skittered at her touch.
“Oh no? Is that why I saw you fingering yourself in a frenzy, while you called out my name in the parking lot JUST outside.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she knew there was no way to deny it. Buffy had caught her red handed. Buffy could do whatever she wanted with her, and she knew it. And not just because of some game of blackmail, no... because Cordelia WANTED her.
One finger scraped along the edge of her pussy lips, and Cordelia flinched, hips rising to get away. And then of their own will, they pushed back down against the probing touch. Anyone could walk in at any moment, and see them. It was as thrilling as it was terrifying. Biting her lip and leaning back against the locker, Cordelia spread her legs to someone she had dubbed her enemy.
Eyes on eyes, they watched each other as Buffy manipulated the soft flesh of Cordelia’s vagina, to bring the juices forth, and slide a finger deep inside. Curling her finger, she tugged inside her - pressing into the warm, wet walls. Cordelia cried out at the sensations. Her hands flew up to grip onto Buffy’s shoulders, otherwise she would have fallen. And Buffy did it again, and again, tugging until Cordelia thought she might die from being there... right there...
And then Buffy removed her hand, wiping the liquid across her lips and tasting Cordelia for the first time. Cordelia, almost in tears, could only stare. Flushed and read, Buffy pushed on Cordelia’s shoulders, and smiled as she was obeyed.
“Do it.” Buffy murmured, staring into Cordelia’s glazed eyes. “Do it, and I’m make you cum.”
“I can do it myself.” She muttered, but she looked down at the zipper of Buffy’s pants, and slowly leaned forward. Buffy threw her head back when she felt Cordelia’s tongue press at her through the jeans. It wasn’t enough, she’d been so hot for this bitch since seeing her touch herself, that she’d been in a constant state of arousal.
“Take them off.” She ordered, tugging Cordelia’s head away, to do it herself. Her pants and panties slid to the floor, and she stood their in a tight white tank top, her nipples peaking. “Now... do it.”
Cordelia already was, brushing her lips over the soft blonde curls at the apex of Buffy’s thighs. And then lower, trailing just the tip along her lips, not pushing inside, or breaking the seal to her wetness. Buffy groaned in frustration, shoving her hips forward, wanting more. Carefully, Cordelia slid her tongue deeper, straight up her labia and back down again to the juices that were dripping from her hole.
Buffy bucked her hips, driving them against the cheerleaders face. “Oh yeah, you know what they say about cheerleaders..” she muttered. “All they want to do is be on their knees.” Cordelia wasn’t listening to a word the woman she was pleasuring said. No, she was too busy tonguing her, sliding her tongue in deep as it would go while kneading the back of Buffy’s thighs, scraping her nails up to her anus and circling. Buffy moaned, and Cordelia suddenly realized that though Buffy held the key to Cordelia’s obedience, in reality, she wasn’t the one in control. Not at all.
Cordelia was.
The realization for that left Cordelia greedy for more, and she shoved her tongue deep, lapping at the juices and swirling them around Buffy’s clit. Buffy flinched, but humped her face like her cunt had never been French kissed before. And then, just when Cordelia’s jaw began to ache, and her tongue tire, Buffy’s hips flashed hard against her mouth, and her hands gripped into the miles of long brown locks that Cordelia prided herself in... and she came.
The hot spurts of it, filled her mouth and surprised her. She’d never tasted a woman's cum before, not ever her own. It had always seemed like a step too far. Buffy’s head rolled on her neck, face flushed a brilliant, eye catching red. Cordelia watched her face as the orgasm filled her mouth. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
Buffy pushed Cordelia’s mouth away when she became to sensitive, sighing happily. When the weakness left her body, she eyed the hot and hungry woman before her. And abruptly launched herself forward, her body slamming Cordelia’s back into the lockers. Wrapping her legs around Cordelia’s waist, she humped her pubic bone against the girls clit, unforgiving, hard, and quick. Cordelia cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her hands not even holding Buffy anywhere, they gripped the lockers to keep from falling over.
Buffy wouldn’t let go, she was like an cobra, wrapped around it’s prey’s body.
Cordelia was driven over the edge, gripping Buffy’s hips and rolling her pussy against the already wet juices of the woman she had so recently had control over. Her cunt began to spasm, leaking down her thighs and she bent down, licking at Buffy’s neck like a starved creature. Buffy moaned and came again, rubbing furiously against the Queen of mean...and then it was over.
Breathing heavy, they stared at each other, then down at the way Buffy’s legs clung to Cordela’s hips...
Buffy jumped off her, quickly jerking on the rest of her clothes.
“I’ll call you tonight.” Buffy said tersely. “And we’ll discuss the rest of the conditions. And don’t forget that the first time you’re a bitch to me again, we’ll have to do this all over again.”
Cordelia nodded dumbly as Buffy all but bolted from the room. And she stood there naked for a while, wrapped in the smell of their sex. Slowly, a feral grin turned up her lips.
She might just be a bitch to Buffy for the rest of her life.
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