The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)
Chapter 16
"Ohh... kitty!" Shelley squealed at the sight of the large fluffy cat. It sat at the door of Donna's room as they entered, watching intently with its green eyes and swishing its tail.
"Yes indeed," Donna said as she bent down to pet her furry companion. "Hello there baby... did you miss me?"
"Mroww," the cat responded as it nuzzled Donna's hand, then proceeded to rub itself along her calves.
"What's its name?"
"His name is Wilford, and he's my big baby boy." The cat purred appreciatively as Donna hoisted it up into her arms.
"I can see that. Is he a Maine Coon?" Shelley set down her guitar case by the doorway, then stepped closer to Donna to get a better look at Wilford.
"Norwegian Forest Cat." Donna nuzzled Wilford's head against her cheek, then set the cat back down on the floor. "Can I get you anything to drink? I've got some Smirnoff Ice in the fridge."
"Ugh, Smirnoff Ice...? Well, sure I guess," Shelley said. She sat herself down on Donna's futon, which was still in its bed setting.
There was a clatter of glasses and the soft 'fump' of a small bar fridge, then Donna sat herself down beside Shelley, offering a bottle of the beverage.
"Sorry I left my bed this way. Do you want me to make it into a couch?"
"Oh no, this is fine," Shelley said. She took her first sip, then held up the bottle to take a look at it, smacking her lips at the tart flavour. "You know, I always thought this stuff looks kind of like... you know..."
"Cum?" Donna said with a hushed tone, followed with a little giggle.
"Hah, yeah, like that. I'd rather drink this than any man's cum, though."
"Yeah. Any
man's
... Diana's is a different story."
"Hmm, yeah. Such a shame... It would have been a pretty epic follow up to our playing such a good show tonight."
Donna nodded. "Well, at least you're with me. Think of me as your groupie."
Shelley cocked her eyebrow, grinning with interest as she looked at her pretty companion. The drinks they'd had earlier at Diana's friend's work must have really loosened her up, because the implications of her words could very well have been considered an open flirtation. "Oh... really?"
"Uh huh." She took a deep swig of the translucent white drink.
"Well... thank you for having me over," Shelley said. "With the change of plans I was without a place to stay tonight... and also out of things to do."
"Well I'm right here and I'm still wide awake."
Shelley looked at Donna for a moment, thinking about their relationship. The other girls, in their typically catty manner, were making some rather obvious efforts to exclude her recently, due most likely to the liking Diana seemed to have taken to her since that Friday. She had invited Donna out herself then, bringing her with her to the show that night to keep her in the fold, and the time they'd spent together was good. It had been their first time getting together on their own, independent of their little clique, and it was safe to say that the two had become true friends.
It was easy to see why Diana seemed so partial to Donna... she was beautiful, in a rare way, as if all of the best traits of her Japanese mother and Canadian father had come together to create a delicate mix of exotic beauty. She also had a good heart, which was more than Shelley could say about the other girls. In the heat of the moment they had fooled around during one of Diana's group orgies. During those occasions, anything was possible... but now, alone with each other, Shelley was surprised to find that the girl was flirting, and she was still feeling receptive.
With a sigh and a demure glance downwards followed by an impish smile, Shelley inched closer to Donna, whose eyes lit slightly at that approach. She brushed a smooth lock of black hair away from Donna's cheek as she leaned forward slowly, tilting her head to experimentally place a soft kiss on her mouth.
Backing away, she saw that Donna had shut her eyes, her lips pursed for more tender affection.
"So... you're not gonna kick me out, then?"
Donna shook her head, silent though her blushing cheeks made her feelings clear.
Chapter 17
Jenn wasn't getting out of bed anytime soon. The alarm in her phone was ringing, alerting her to the psychology lecture she was supposed to attend in an hour, but that morning she lacked the will to have any part of that, let alone simply get out of bed.
The previous night she'd had her heart broken. She'd taken a chance with Diana, despite her cautious misgivings, and predictably enough all she had to show for it was pain. She'd been up all night... drinking, crying, pacing around her room, until she finally succumbed to exhaustion at four am. That metallic pink toy of hers lay in the garbage can, discarded on impulse for the name it bore.
Now despite her raging headache she at least had some mental clarity.
I was so naive. I wanted to have her back so badly that I ignored the obvious. I convinced myself Diana and those girls were all just friends, but of course they were all fooling around with her. I mean, she's so beautiful, and once you've had a taste of her you're hers. Like I still am. I have been since we were fourteen.
She could convince anyone to do anything... and I suppose that's what she was doing with me. She probably wanted me to be another one of them, her little collection of trophies.
That wasn't even an option. Unlike those five girls she'd met the previous night, Jenn knew what it was to actually be Diana's lover. She couldn't compromise now, couldn't simply share her. It was a matter of pride, as well as the fact that to do so would be to live a life of constant jealousy and heartbreak.
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