This is my first story here hope you enjoy it. Don't be afraid to tell me your honest opinion(: criticism only makes me better.
This was possible because of KinkyMuffin. Great person she is for dealing with my constant emails hehe.
Enough onto the story.
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"Hey, Catarina."
"Hey babe, pick up."
"Why aren't you answering my calls?"
"You fucking bitch!"
"Look I'm only trying to show you how much I love you. Why can't you see that?"
After listening to my voicemails, I cringed shoving my phone back into my purse. The thought of Mason thinking we were going out sickened me. Yet his tone; Aggressive, assertive, and demanding. It made me hot, but no way in hell would I date that sociopath. I only wanted us to be friends and nothing but friends.
I sighed, looking out the window of the private jet my father practically thrown me on. His exact words:"Think of this as a vacation away from me". After the fact he had gotten called into my school by the principal briefed him on my fourth fight. Involving a guy, this ended up being his own son. I lashed out breaking his nose and left arm.
Beside the fact I only was suspended for two days, being as my father holds the threatening status as heir of the notorious Russian gang. I was his first born that automatically put me as the next heir of the family business. Not that I would want to. I couldn't— can't possibly see myself as the cause of hundreds maybe even thousands of deaths.
My eyes grew heavy as I tried counting the clouds that floated by the window. Scrunching up my body in the leather seat, getting comfortable, I dozed off. My dreams were just as creatively random as a kid's would be. I ran through fields of posies and fell off the edge of the world. Jolting awake there was a girl sitting across from me.
"You're gorgeous when you sleep," she smiled. There was something about her accent that gave me goose bumps. I blushed modestly and mirrored the same friendly smile she gave me. My eyes wondered about her body and stuck on the mound between her open legs.
She wore a short, skimpy, turquoise leather skirt that popped against her lightly tanned skin of her luscious legs. Along with it a white tube top that reached just above her navel covering her modest breast. She pretended to stare openly out of the window as she slid her fingers though her blonde hair.
Shaking myself mentally I tore my eyes from her and stared down at my hands in my lap. She giggled.
"I'm Trixie. What's your name?," she asked leaning across the small table that separated us, giving me full view of her big, brown nipples. I bit at my lip and dug my nails into my skin. I cleared my throat and introduced myself.
"Cat— I mean you can call me Cat, but my name is Catarina", I fumbled in accented English.
"That's hot", Trixie smirked as she absently licked her lips.
The plane landed within the two hours of Trixie flirting with me, talking about her recent relationships, spreading her legs wider, and the barrage of questions about my sexual experience. Which in fact I had none. I wasn't like other girls. I've feared guys all my life, but I was good at not expressing it. My father hated showing emotion he thought of it as a sign of weakness. Since then he's taught me to do also.
After the dreadful trip through the crowds at the airport, Trixie caught up to me offering me a ride in her pink punch buggy to the institute we'd been enrolled in. Here we were somewhere in Tokyo, Japan. Trixie continued her tortuous flirting on the ride to the school. Sliding her hand along my exposed thigh or copping a feel on my small tits. I endured what I could, trying to remain calm and unfazed.
We pulled into the parking of the school. The buildings were marvelous. They were painted white and blue, their windows were tented concealing its contents providing privacy for its students. We met with the principal mainly know as the dean, since they were training their students for college life. As mentioned to our parents it in fact was an all girls school.
I thanked the heavens silently as Trixie and myself made our way into the locker room to change into our school uniform. Usually I'm against any type of uniform that I'm obligated to wear, but after catching a glimpse at some of the students here my mouth watered. Pulling off my black jean shorts, after slipping out of my hot pink sandals, and tearing off my pink laced tank top I swiped up my towel and soap the raced to the shower. Finding a shower head in one of the far corners I peeled off my black laced bra and kicked off my black thong. Turning the knob warm water sprayed my body.
The water rinsed away the grime of today's sweat from my caramel brown skin. Pouring my pineapple scented liquid soap onto my towel I began lathering every inch of my small framed body. Squeezing out my towel, a pair of slender hands snaked around my waist.
"I thought maybe you could use some extra hands," Trixie whispered as she pinched and thumbed my salmon pink, perky nipples while her other hand attended my swollen clit. As she continued stroking my clit I moaned in intense pleasure. To her delight she made a discovery."Cat! You vixen you've gotten your clit pierced. You know what that means don't ya?"
Panting, I shook my head no. Trixie slid to her knees flicking her tongue across the fat, swollen outer lips of my bald pussy. I shivered almost falling to my knees myself. The pulsating water pelted us as steam gathered. Pausing she spread open my labia. Licking a trail up my womanhood she sucked at my clit, nibbling at it gently.
Digging my nails into her hair I moaned her name, "oh God. Oh God. Ooh fuck. Trixie." I came grinding my mound against her face. She lapped up my juices hungrily. Our eyes locked while she fed on my delectable nectar. She swatted my ass making me jump.
"Ooh Cat, baby, you have no idea how good you taste", Trixie cooed as she kissed a trail up my thigh. I groaned as another orgasm built up. I wanted this. I wanted her and there was no denying it. She stood and our lips grazed as she sauntered over to the shower head next to mine turning on the water.
Trixie smiled, "What? If we stay any longer they'll know something's up."
