NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 34 – Unwittingly, the Sensible Friend Was Allured Into a Bout of Perversion
While Elana could be shameless, she did not want to parade around her wet condition. She was sweaty and dishevelled, and her skirt was soaking wet from her and Moira’s making-out session, which had resulted in very powerful orgasms.
It looked like Elana’s skirt had been dosed in water, or alternatively, that she had freely peed herself, then rolled in the said pee. She didn’t need people gawking at her state.
Luckily, most everyone was still buzzing around the duelling field - despite Elana and Moira taking their sweet time. Kurt’s death was just that important of an event.
It allowed Elana to simply walk back to her dorms without much interference. She had to suffer Cinthia’s creepy looks just for a moment before she dismissed the menace. Her bodyguard had borrowed some of the toys and the ‘Toy’ to have some fun somewhere with some girls.
Now, Elana was alone. She wished Moira was with her, but alas… Her rival had to clean up as well, and she would then go and see Prince to manipulate him even further.
After entering her room, Elana stretched. She felt great. Moira was now her… She paused. Well, Moira wasn’t her girlfriend just yet, but they had become something more than just two women constantly trying to gain an upper hand over each other - although that was true as well.
It was time for a relaxing bath. But before Elana could strip, a knock on the doors stopped her. She glanced down at her condition, then at the knob. “Who is it?”
“Catarina.” Came an answer.
Elana relaxed. “Come in.” She began to unbutton her jacket. It would have to go. She had spares, but the same couldn’t be said about Moira. Elana noted to herself to send her not-girlfriend a few additional school uniforms.
The doors opened, and Catarina carefully stepped in. She furrowed her brows when she noticed Elana’s condition. “From now on, I’ll just assume you are never proper in your own room.”
Elana paused, then nodded. “Yes. That would be the safe assumption.” She dropped her jacket on the ground and then began stripping her blouse. “Why did you come?”
“Right.” Catarina started. She glanced behind, then moved closer to Elana. “I assume it was the work of you two.”
“This?” Elana dropped her blouse and pointed at the mess. “Yes. It was glorious.” She licked her lips. The memories of the very recent orgasm made her libido soar again.
“I meant Kurt’s death.” Catarina studied Elana’s face. “It was you two, am I correct?”
Elana shrugged. “You paid attention to us?”
“I did.” Catarina nodded. “It wasn’t visible, rest assured. It was mostly my guess, but after they interrupted your… kiss? Or was it a fight? Whatever it was, I knew you both would not let it slide.”
“Such a smart girl.” Elana praised and patted Catarina’s head, then noticed her friend’s frown. “You didn’t like that?”
“Not that. You can pat my head when we are alone.” Catarina glanced around again, then moved another half a step closer. “Your companions?”
“They have their own lives.” Elana turned around. “Help me to unhook the bra.” After a moment, she glanced back at the girl. “Well?”
Catarina was staring. The girl, still unreadable, raised her hands and freed Elana from the bra. “The Prince is held at the principal's office. The Duke of Elswath is sure to come by tomorrow. The political ramifications are dire. The kingdom is not as stable as our lectors may make it sound.”
“Yeah… But it should play out in our favour, shouldn’t it?” Elana faced her smaller friend again and hooked her fingers on her skirt, preparing to push them down. “I think my father will be quite happy, and so will yours.”
“Perhaps…” Catarina leaned even closer. “Or they will be mad that their plans have to be pushed forward.”
“Likely both, then,” Elana admitted after a moment of thinking. She stretched again, feeling a bit sore after the workout of holding down Moira’s spasming body. “We just have to wait for further instructions. No need to tell them about who was at fault.”
“Yes.” Catarina was distracted. “You are… right.”
Elana stripped the last of her undergarments and kicked off her shoes, leaving herself dressed only in a pair of socks. “Wanna join me in the bath?”
“No.” Catarina shook her head. “Are you doing this on purpose? Because I can not tell.”
“What?” Elana blinked. “Did you expect me to bathe in my clothes?”
“Not that.” Catarina closed her eyes and then took a long, deep breath. “This.” She raised her hand and poked Elana’s midriff with her finger, picking up a drop of sweat, which she then proceeded to put under her nose and inhale. “Marvelous.” She cleaned her finger with her tongue. “Exquisite.” She smacked her lips.
“Oh.” Elana realised. “I didn’t…” She watched Catarina pick up another drop of her sweat and swallow it. “Want to have a taste directly from my skin?”
“Not particularly.” Catarina shook her head, taking another deep breath. “Finally, I can feel your scent.” She gave a rare smile. “You should let your bodily aroma spread more often. It compliments your looks.” She closed her eyes and continued to enjoy the smell.
“Only for a pervert like you.” Elana pushed her palm into her armpit and gathered the moisture. She made sure there was enough scent on her fingers before planting her palm on Catarina’s face and rubbing the sweat beneath her friend's nose and on the lips.
“Mmm~” Catarina grabbed Elana’s wrist and gingerly opened her mouth. She gently licked the stink away from Elana’s fingers while pressing her nostrils against the moist hand.
“As I said,” Elana enjoyed the gentle pecks and slow rolls of Catarina’s tongue over her skin. “You can have more.”
Catarina opened her brown eyes and pondered. She didn’t stop sniffing Elana’s sweat-covered arm. “You know,” She finally spoke. “I think I will.”
