Modern Holes -

That fateful day started early.

From Francis' perspective it was pitch black outside. His window was lit by only the yellow sulphurs of the streetlight. There was the occasional snowflake that flitted past on it's way to the ground. The first bit of snow this year marked the auspicious events that were about to happen.

He could have set his watch by it. It would soon be four AM and there was going to be a text message from Eve hitting his phone any moment now. She would be asking, no, demanding some sexual attention through her personal hole. He was going to give it to her, but maybe not in the way that she was expecting.

Francis sat there in his bed. Phone in one hand, the pink pocket laying on top of his covers nearby, and he himself was staring into the middle distance thinking about what he was supposed to do.

"Just tease her for a bit." He remembered Maddie's instructions. "Get her on edge and keep her there all day."

Taking a deep breath that turned into a yawn, Francis rolled his shoulders and steadied himself for the task ahead.

His phone lit up, startling him even though he was expecting it. The sudden vibration and sound of "I'mma Barbie Girl!" a shocking reminder of who was sending him messages this early in the morning.

"Hello. Do your best for me this morning."

"Still doing the full punctuation huh." Francis muttered to himself. His fingers tapped on his screen as he sent a reply text.

"OK, but got something special for you"

That pink pocket filled itself out. Eve had put on her end of the hole. So he picked it up and opened the pouch lip. Time to play his part, hopefully for the last time.

*************

Slowly as he could, Francis drew the pocket down and away from Eve's pussy. That freshly washed, cleaned, moisturized, and shaved skin slid along the pink fabric like a silken glove being removed from perfectly manicured fingers. Under the tips of his fingers, the feeling of unbelievable softness was a delight, but it was with hardened determination that he didn't linger overly long.

The work began with a massage. Spreading the index and middle finger of his right hand, he pressed around her vagina. Those two digits worked hard to rub the muscles deep in and around her centre. Moving in little circles as he worked his way up and down her slit, he kept this up until he noticed a small amount of wet dew forming on her labia.

With a final pinch inwards, Francis removed his two fingers from their massage. Instead, now he adjusted his grip and brought both of his thumbs to bear. Spreading her labia wide apart he took stock of her hot pink core. The two little holes were there, glistening in the little bit of light he had allowed himself that morning. One small and slightly above, the other larger, wetter, and beckoning for his attention.

That attention he was about to give it. He inhaled to get a sense of her arousal. There was the hot wet scent of her mixed with the cloying flavour of honey, almond, and butter from whatever moisturizing cream she had lathered on herself that particular morning. It was so overpowering that it caused him to hitch his nose up and he needed to suppress a sneeze.

Working the sneeze out of his nose without letting it go was painful. Nose pointed up and working his jaw were his only saving grace in that moment. So when he finally calmed down, he was able to return to the next step he wanted to do.

That step was slow hot breathes let out over her spread labia and centre. Francis let out a low "Haaaaaaahhhhhhhhh" several times one after another. The warm air seemed to be doing it's job to tease Eve just that little bit more. The gentle heated currents washing over her special places like waves on a beach.

She was flowing juices freely now. His touch and breath had done what was needed to get her ready for the penultimate step. The slow steady liquid was beading at the base of her labia and threatened to drop off with any fast movement.

Francis stretched the tip of his tongue out and licked up those errant drops. The taste of Eve was the usual sweaty, salty mixture of girl that he had come to know well. It was a heady mixture of arousal and anticipation that he knew she was feeling, he could taste it.

His tongue travelled it's way further up. He traced around the leaking vagina as it quivered in anticipation. Round and around he went, each time the circle was completed there was a fresh drop of the girl's liquid for him to trap. On the tenth lap, he made the plunge.

Francis stretched his tongue out as far as it could go. Inserting it as deep into Eve's hole as his tongue allowed, limited only by the careful consideration to keep the rest of his mouth from touching anything else. Just his tongue was dipped into that dripping core.

That core was already soaking wet and he could feel it constrict around the tip of his tongue. Pushing him out and making him force his way back in. There was a squirming struggle of muscle against muscle that he was victorious only by flitting against that closed opening quickly.

He dug in. Licking against Eve's vagina with all of his will. Finding the code to the vault, the secret knock on the door, he battered again and again into her vagina. Getting in only after repeated attempts and licks to find her wet treat waiting for him.

Then, all of a sudden, he pulled back.

Her pussy was practically drowning in it's juices. Francis let up with his thumbs and the labia returned together but was still flowering outwards. This was the sign he knew that she was right on the verge of cumming. The faintest of brushes against any particular part would be like a spark against a pile of dry tinder.

*************

This was just where Francis wanted Eve to be. Right on the edge. So it was no surprise that, when he didn't immediately return to finish her off, his phone lit up in a message from Eve.

"What the hell are you doing?"

It was with a particular and strange pride that he picked up his phone.

"I told you I had something special in mind. Keep the hole on today"

A number of thoughts ran through his head. Would she take the bait? Was this enough? Would she follow through? There were a hundred and a dozen reasons for her not to do this. Each one would have been powerful enough that the gig would be up instantly.

But, oh yes but, this was not the sane rational mind of Eve as she normally was. This was a woman right on the cusp of cumming and had just been promised something more.

"Fine. This better be worth it."

Francis clenched his fist in victory. Eve had bought it. Now all he had to do was tease her and keep her on the teetering edge for the rest of the day.

Shouldn't be too hard. Probably.

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Francis and Maddie stood together at the bus stop. Francis shivered in his fall jacket, it was a little too light for the snowfall, but his heavier winter jacket was too much for what the weather man had predicted. Maddie herself was still just as happy in the cold as she usually was, but maybe a little chilly due to a few pounds having been shed.

"So, how'd it go?" Maddie asked as they stood under the streetlight. The sun had yet to break over the horizon so everything was still pitch black except where those pieces of infrastructure provided pools of illumination.

Francis yawned. "Worked like a charm." He rubbed his face and massaged his temples. "So far, things are working out like we thought they would. She's taken the bait. Got her right here in my pocket." He patted his thigh where the warm pink thing was stored.

Maddie gave a sharp inhale of sympathy. "Woah there, I wouldn't do that patting if I were you." She recalled how it felt when she had been in the same situation a few weeks ago. "Did I ever tell you what it was like?"

"Not in so many words..." His interest was piquéd. Sure she had made her immediate feelings known in the moment, much to the detriment of his leg and to the amusement of everyone in the lunch room, but this was getting the inside scoop as it were.

She got a far away look in her eyes as she recalled what happened back then. "I remember feeling oh so smug when I passed it over to you. You kept me nice and warm and snug in your front pocket there. Just felt right."

The falling snowflakes were particularly large. They hit and stuck to their jackets like little dinner plates.

"My first inkling of regret happened when you took the first step up into school."

"Hmmmm? Why's that?"

Maddie turned towards Francis and looked him in the eye. "Ever been kneed in the groin?"

Francis gave a sympathetic wince.

"Well it wasn't that bad." She waved away his concern. "But I want you to imagine what it would be like if someone was pressing against you with their thigh. Then repeat that feeling with every step."

"If I had known Maddie, I wouldn't have..."

"Ah buh buh buh!" Maddie raised her pointer finger to stop him. "Haven't said it was a bad thing either. It was just very... insistent." She cocked her head to the side. "One of these days we're going to do some dancing and I'll make sure you get a taste of it."

"I've never done proper dancing." Francis rubbed his chin in thought.

"Pfffft. You've been in gym for dance class at least once." She stared at him with crossed arms. "But anyways. Insistent pressure, for a long time, on that special place, is tough to ignore. And, I gotta say, there was a long bit where you did this pulsing or bumping thing, that was really distracting."

"Ah!" Francis snapped his fingers. "Yeah I was super nervous at the time, so my leg was thumping and couldn't sit still."

"That's what that was." Maddie thought and shrugged. "Anyways. Just so long as you keep things steady, that'll make sure things work in our favour today. Alright?"

"Alright." He was about to pat his pocket once again, but stopped himself just in time. "I'll keep her distracted today. You got your end of things too?"

She pointed to the insulated bottle sitting in it's special bottle pouch on the side of her backpack. "Chamomile and rosemary tea, all ready to go."

The bus made it's appearance from out of the shadows with it's white headlights and yellow hazards cutting through the darkness.

"Guess we're as ready as we can be. Good luck to us." Francis held his fist out to Maddie.

"Good luck." She bumped his fist.

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"So we just sit on this bus, after doing that whole fist bump thing?"

"Yeah, time works like that."

"Figured there'd be this cool montage or something."

"This isn't an Action Man movie, there aren't any hard cu..."

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"Sub... Sub..." Chad's eyes were rapidly scanning the index card a few inches in front of his face. "Sublimation happens often... when a..."

"Material." Francis whispered out of the side of his mouth.

"Material moves..."

"Transitions." Another whisper.

"Transitions from a solid to a gas." Chad finished with a visible relaxation of his hunched shoulders. The massive bulk of the teenager shifted back onto his heels as he retreated a step to let Francis take the stage.

"Thank you Chad." Francis gave him a nod and turned towards the 'crowd' of forty bored looking high school students.

He had already sat through a dozen other presentations that had been going for the past week or so. Each a ten minute long talk including set up, slides, the presentation, and including a half hearted question and answer period at the end.

"The most common sublimation we would be familiar with is when ice disappears in our freezer." Francis let his mouth do the talking as he went through the practised talk on auto pilot. He was already trying to think of a way to better prompt Chad for his half of things.

They had done dozens of hours of practice, mostly while they were in the gym and lifting weights. He could vividly remember the much more smooth and eloquent words that Chad had used while he was sitting on the pec dec. Maybe there was something there he could use?

"I'll turn it over to Chad once more for a word on the phases of matter." Francis turned to the side and gestured towards the hulking boy who already looked scared out of his mind. All that muscle and still afraid of public speaking.

"There are... three states..." Chad sent a fearful eye towards Francis, his only anchor in the room.

The students were bored. The teacher however had a perpetual frown on their face as they sat there with a clipboard in their lap. The sound of pencil on paper on particle board was surely the portent of points lost on the assignment.

Seeing his fear, Francis did the only thing he could think of to prompt without actively saying anything.

He did a perfect bicep curl.

Like the dawn of the day pouring through the clouds over a mountaintop, Chad straightened his back and did his own curl. "Three states of matter. Solid, liquid, and gas, but sometimes there's a fourth known as plasma but that's not part of this talk."

With only the barest pretense of faking a yawn, Francis performed a shoulder press.

"Solids are generally the lowest energy state of matter. All the atoms are solidly linked together."

Hands behind the head, then extend the triceps up for triceps extension.

"Liquids are a middle ground for energy state. The atoms are generally together, but are no longer linked."

Side lateral raise and hold.

"Gas is the highest state of matter found on earth, the atoms are very far apart while still being the same thing."

Francis kept his arm straight out and stepped up next to Chad to lay his hand on the big guys shoulder. "Thanks again Chad." When the teen had taken their own step back. "So as you can see. The act of sublimation is a very important part of chemistry. It gets used every day by industrial processes the world round."

The rest of the presentation happened in much the same manner. Francis had his own part down pat. Chad knew what he was saying so long as he got the physical motion prompts from Francis.

The end of their show got a smattering of applause, no questions from the students, and two from the teacher. The teacher mostly checking that they had some actual understanding of the work rather than having just copied everything off the small info box on a Soogle search. Francis handled both of them.

At the end of that particular class, Francis got a small surprise as the teacher pulled him aside.

"Mr. Roché, I want to ask you a question. How do you think you did?"

"I uh..." Francis' own recollection of the presentation was half filled with horror at how things had turned out, and half filled with relief that it was finally over. "We did OK I guess?"

The teacher nodded knowingly. "Right well. I just really want to congratulate you on the partnership aspect of this."

"The partnership?"

"Chad I mean. It's been a really long time since I've seen him so... eloquent during any of these presentations. I'm proud you were able to get him to perform as well as he did."

"Oh that!" Francis had a bit of a grin on his face. "That part was easy once we found a way to work together."

Patting Francis on his shoulder, the teacher gave him a wink. "Well done then. Glad to hear it."

*************

Sequestering himself in what was slowly becoming his favourite toilet stall in the whole school, Francis spent a precious moment washing his hands. He had his free period before lunch, and it was time to check on how Eve was doing.

That particular warmth had not left his thigh all morning. So he was certain that she had kept her word about keeping the hole on.

Maddie's advice about not being too 'intense' with tapping it in his pocket had been kept close to his heart. So he had to rely on tapping his foot and flexing his thigh in general nervousness to keep her on edge.

Francis had a bit of foresight when he was getting ready for the rest of his day that morning. He had wrapped Eve's pocket in his washcloth to soak up things as may come. So it was with little surprise that, when he brought out that bundle of cloth wrapped pussy, he spotted some wet blotches.

Unwrapping this 'present' was a sticky endeavour. With every undone fold there came a long clear string of Eve's particular juices. The pocket itself was a dark moist pink and absolutely sodden with liquid.

When Francis popped open the flap on the pink pocket he noticed that Eve gave an almost involuntary spasm. Even just the gentlest brushes of silk along the top end of her pussy and clit must have been like fire to her nerves.

Dragging the pouch off of Eve's pussy revealed that every indication up till now paled in comparison to how she currently looked. This was the pussy of a woman in heat. Every inch of her skin was covered in a thin film of her juices. The labia was engorged and already spread open like a flower. He watched as her vagina, deep in that violently pink muscle, was already contracting on nothing in anticipation.

Francis considered how best to do this. He definitely didn't want to set her off by going too hard, but going too slow might trip her into something deeper. He was attempting to save that deeper and more intense one for what would be the grand finale, so it was a fine line he would have to tread.

Just looking at Eve's pussy out in the open here, he decided on what he hoped was a safe middle ground. He'd stick to his fingers, but avoid her G spot like the plague. Just enough to let her know she was being played with, but hopefully not enough to get her off.

That course having been decided on, Francis licked his middle finger for lubrication, not that he would need it, and set to work.

His longest digit pushed into what was essentially a molten furnace. The intense heat he felt coming from Eve's vagina would have been notable on anyone else but here it was searing. Like sticking his finger into a sink full of hot water, it was almost painful.

That one finger was quickly engulfed deep within Eve. He could feel her heartbeat all around him as he pushed inside. That same heartbeat was already starting to quicken when he was finally fully seated inside. So he bent to his work with all of his concentration focused on just this one task.

It was simple really. All that he did was press, gently, down and then side to side. No movement in and out just yet, only this massage with a single finger. Moving left to right along the slick insides of this woman.

Left to right, left to right, keeping up the gentle pressure of his finger constantly. Like massaging one of the softest and smoothest muscles covered in an oil and perfectly warmed up. If only he wasn't so tense this would be relaxing to do in it's own right.

What Francis was instead thinking about was that he better not fuck this up. If Eve popped now, then the spell wouldn't have it's needed oomph, and everything would continue to be how it currently was. Exploitation from Eve, exhaustion for him, and exasperation from Maddie.

That thought had almost distracted him just a bit too much. His finger had let up it's pressure by a tiny amount such that it brushed near the front of Eve's vagina. Grazing that space so much more sensitive than where he was currently working.

There was a sudden constriction from Eve as she attempted to clamp down on his massaging finger. With that warning, he quickly pulled his soaking wet finger out from that shrinking tunnel and waited with bated breath. Staring at that pulsing hole with apprehension on his mind and tension in his shoulders, he hoped that what he'd done wasn't too much too soon.

Liquid seeped out of Eve at a steady pace, but there wasn't an explosive squirt. Francis felt immense relief and was about to put his hand over his heart but stopped himself just in time. Those juices on his hand would have easily spread to his shirt and left it's indelible mark, not to mention the smell.