I don't own any of the characters of Pretty Little Liars. I'm only borrowing them...
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All characters are over the age of eighteen.
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"Now there's a mouth made for kissing," Mona Vanderwaal looked in her car's mirror and pursed her lips at it - they were a deep red, the lip-gloss making them appear even more succulent and appealing than they were normally. The High School Senior smiled at her reflection and then frowned. She hated wearing glasses, at least when she wasn't alone with a book, it reminded everyone that she was, even now, a geek.
She wished she could have worn her contacts, but her girlfriend Alison Dilaurentis had been quiet clear, 'Your eyes mist up when I give you a proper ass-fucking and the next thing is your contacts are lost or stuck to your eyelids or you're looking like a bawling baby.' Mona had tried to tell Alison that she didn't look as pretty in spectacles and didn't her lover want her to look as beautiful as she could for her friends? The blonde had given that argument short shrift, 'They won't be interested in your face.' Still Mona decided to take the glasses off and leave them in her glove-box, it wasn't like she was going to be doing much reading.
She got out of her car and glanced up at Ali's door. She still couldn't believe that she was dating Rosewood High's Queen Bee, even if so secretly most the school didn't know. It was still surprising to her that Ali would even deign to talk to her, never mind that Alison would get her naked and make sweet, sweet love to her in all sorts of positions and with toys in all different holes. And tonight, as Alison had the house to herself for the night, she had invited Mona over to join her and her four best friends. Okay it wasn't for the sleepover, Alison had laughed when Mona had got confused and asked whether they'd sleep in the same bed. 'No Mona, you won't be staying over, there wouldn't be room with you and Hefty'. But even being there for part of the evening with Ali and her friends was special.
The eighteen year old slipped out of her driving shoes and into her high-heels. 'Dress slutty' Ali had told her, 'Dress like a whore.' Mona had taken the blonde at her word; she wanted to please her. She'd was looking so much like a hooker she'd had to sneak out of the house wearing a long trench coat, even though it was a warm evening. The coat was in the back of the car, anyone who saw her now would see how short her skirt was and that her top just covered her titties and little else. From the right angle they'd have noticed there was no bra underneath, so her nipples stuck out of the tight vest and if they positioned themselves very cleverly they'd would be able to see that there was no panties under the denim skirt.
She felt nervous as she walked up the final steps to the door. Perhaps she was dressed a little too conservatively or Ali would be pissed that she taken off the glasses and send her away. What about Ali's friends? Mona knew that the five of them were as tight a gang as could be found - what if they didn't like her and thought she was still geeky, virgin Mona. For a second Mona's finger hovered over the doorbell, terrifying visions of what might happen crowding in her mind. Then she took a deep breath and pressed, Alison had told her to arrive for eight, she wouldn't be impressed if Mona delayed because she was chicken.
It seemed ages for the door to open, enough time for Mona to start to panic again. She almost cried with relief as it opened and framed in it was the angelic frame of Alison Dilaurentis. Her girlfriend smiled and automatically touched the back of her head, rubbing the tiny scar hidden under her hair where a psycho had smacked her from behind, almost killing her. She looked Mona up and down "Let me see, are you dressed fuckable enough?"
"I am... I think," replied Mona, hoping she was. Ali had a cruel streak and if Mona wasn't up to her standards she'd certainly not be shy in letting her know.
Mona was aware that standing behind her lover were Ali's friends: Spencer Hastings the preppy overachiever, Hanna 'Hefty' Marin svelte and busty, her nickname a holdover from years before, Emily Fields, dark skinned and toned, the champion swimmer and Aria Montgomery, the girl next door with a style all of her own . All four of them giggling and smiling as they eyed Mona with appraising gazes.
"Turn round," said the blonde.
Mona did so. Standing in the open doorway facing the road outside. "Let's see," said Alison and lifted up her skirt. Mona reddened slightly, that was stupid, she thought, it was lucky Alison couldn't see her blush or she'd think she was a stupid, prim dork. Behind her she could hear Alison's friends laughing and whispering to each other, giggling as they stared at the Mona's naked behind. Ali kept the skirt up allowing her friends to check out the naked butt. "So what do you think?" she asked them.
"Nice," said Spencer.
"Yeah, it's cute," added Hanna.
"I like it," Emily added.
"It looks kinda firm as well," said Aria.
"It is Aria, you should give it a feel," Alison said.
"Can I?" laughed Aria and the next thing Mona knew was that the petite brunette was squeezing Mona's naked ass cheeks and giggling, laughingly saying to Alison, "I never had Mona as the working out type."
"Oh we do a lot of exercise," Alison laughed, "Mona's a horizontal jogger aren't you sweetie?"
Mona loved when Ali used a pet nickname for her. She nodded, "Yes, I am."
Alison ignored her answer, instead turning back to her friends, "Em... you want a feel?"
"I don't know Ali..." Emily sometimes seemed almost timid to Mona, at least compared to Alison.
"Go on, I know you want to," Alison cajoled her friend. A few seconds later Mona could feel Emily's hand on her butt stroking it gently and cupping the round curve in her hand. "You ought to feel her pussy, see how wet it is," added Alison. Mona wasn't wet yet, but she could start to feel the tingle in her cunt which meant the juice would be soon to follow. She shivered as Emily's finger lightly moved over her cunt, only Alison had touched her there and it felt strange to have another's digit tracing a light pattern over her labia and slit. Especially as she was still standing in the open doorway with her girlfriend holding up her skirt for all the others to see.
"You like it?" asked Ali as Emily pulled her finger back. She didn't wait for an answer, but instead slapped Mona's ass with her spare hand; it wasn't hard just enough to make the teen's cheeks jiggle. "They're nice aren't they?"
There was a chorus of agreement from Ali's friends, none contradicting the blonde's observation. Ali lifted the skirt a little higher so that the very bottom of Mona's back was visible, "Do you think we should let her in? Is she slutty enough?" Mona almost ceased to breathe, but she didn't need to worry as the girls all hooted their agreement. Alison lowered the skirt and leant forward, placing her lips close to Mona's ear, "You can come in." She closed the door and slid her hands down to Mona's waist, turning the dark-haired teen round to face her friends, all of whom were grinning enthusiastically, "You all know Mona, Mona you know the others don't you - Spencer, Aria, that's Emily and Hefty."
Hanna blushed slightly, but still smiled as the other girls all welcomed Mona warmly, their eyes never leaving her body. It was strange to have the school's cool kids all eyeing her so lasciviously after never noticing her since the start of Junior High. She looked at Alison, her lover gave a small grin and slid a hand down to rest just above her butt, her fingers splayed out so that the middle one was resting on the skirt just above her ass crack. It felt good, thought Mona, like she was almost popular. "Hi, it's really good to see you all. Ali's always talking about you." That was an exaggeration, but it seemed to please Hanna and Emily who both grinned like they'd just won top prize in a gameshow.
Ali led them into the main room. The debris of a teenage get-together littered the room, empty pizza boxes on the coffee table, diet coke bottles on the floor, fashion magazines on the couch. Ali smirked, "Mona, could you be a babe and throw this in the trash?"
Mona nodded and quickly tidied the room, as the others sat down and watched her. She was aware of their lust filled gaze checking out her butt every time she bent down; and it made her tingle with excitement. She knew what was coming, so she played to it, wiggling her ass as she lent over, bending at the waist and pushing it high so that her skirt stretched over her round mounds. She was sure Ali appreciated the effort she was making for her friends, even if it didn't take long to clear the mess. Dropping the last plastic bottle in the recycling box in the kitchen Mona returned to the main room. Ali rose to meet her, the blonde's lips touching hers and her mouth opening in a surprise, but welcome kiss. It only lasted for a few moments, but that was enough to send Mona to heaven. She felt woozy with a happy desire as Ali let go of her and turned to her friends, "So do you want to see what she's got?"
They all nodded enthusiastically. Ali turned to Mona, places her hands onto the teen's waist. "You want to get naked?"
"Here?" Mona replied and for a second Ali's face darkened. But immediately Mona blushed as she realised she sounded like she was backing out, "I mean I thought we'd be doing it in your bedroom."
Ali's expression brightened again, "There's more room here, so everyone can see. We'll all go upstairs in a moment. I mean if you still want to..."
Mona wanted to. She could remember Ali first suggesting it to her. The blonde teen rolling off Mona's back, panting with exertion as Mona sighed in post-orgasmic contentment, lying face down on Ali's quilt, which smelt of her lover's perfume and scent. Ali had said 'That was something, all my friends are so jealous that I'm nailing the cutest fuck in Rosewood.' Mona had blushed with pleasure, when Ali wanted to she could be as cruel as a the Wicked Stepmother, she could also be as nice as a Fairy Godmother. Ali had leant over again and planted small kisses on Mona's back, reminding the black-haired senior how important she was to her. 'They all want to fuck you," the blonde had said and Mona had smiled happily, reminding her lover that she was the only one who was. Ali gave her that pitying smile, the one she gave Mona when Mona was being dumb and which made the young woman shrivel with embarrassment, 'I wouldn't mind them fucking you, as long as I was there.'
