- >It was quiet in the hallway leading to the music room
- >You were anon, about to be given his first taste of his first music class
- >The sound of many instruments being tuned and tested bleed through the walls
- >It was the hymn of your shame
- >The idea behind joining the class was a good one at the surface
- >Instead of taking a semester of gym, you would take a semester of band
- >Execution of the plan was turning against you as something hit you
- >You didn’t know how to play a single instrument
- >Well, you had had some practice in the violin, but that was not coming to you now
- >Being an idiot, you had gone to a party that saturday to relax and unwind
- >Waking up at one P.M. the next day, you realized that your sleep schedule might be affected
- >A series of bad decisions had led you here so far
- >You hoped dearly, clinging to the cheapest violin available, that things would turn around
- >Unfortunately, it was not to be
- >The strings were harsh and screamed at your fumbling touch
- >Several players seemed even scared by your attempt to mimic them
- >One player, who you thought looked the most in control, seemed to ignore you
- >She kept the same look on her face, even as she looked you up and down
- >It was almost as if she were looking right through you, those cool violet eyes piercing you
- >Without realizing it, you stopped playing when she looked at you
- >The notice came from the elbow of the player next to you
- >After class, both you were pulled aside by the teacher as everyone else left
- > “Anon”
- “Yes, sir?”
- > “You don’t know how to play the violin do you?”
- >You gulp and look to the girl from before as she left, still cold as before, then looked to the ground
- “Y-yeah”
- >The teacher sighed and rubbed his chin, muttering about teenagers
- > “Okay, you need to find a tutor”
- “A tutor? Like someone else in the class?”
- > “Yep, If you want to stay in this class, that is. I’d recommend Octavia, she’s the best we got”
- “I’m not kicked out?”
- > “Not if you get a tutor for tomorrow”
- “Tomorrow?!”
- > “Yep. Octavia’s class is 2 doors down the hall. Good luck”
- >You blink in silence as the teacher simply stares back at you
- “Seriously?”
- > “5 minutes left”
- >Looking around hurriedly, you dash out the door and head to the directed classroom
- >Reaching the classroom, you find Octavia sitting rather politely in a far corner
- >You move up to her and try to remain calm and think of something to say
- > “You don’t know how to play the violin, do you?”
- >She turns to you with a cool expression on her face, making you jump a little
- >It was weird, but you felt as though her face would be rather soft except for those eyes
- >They should by all rights have been soft as well, but she did something to make them look...
- >Piercing, sharp, quick, hunting, the list could go on
- > “Hello? Are you there? I assume you wanted something from me”
- >Turns out, you had become lost in her expression and looked like an idiot
- “Yeah, uh, it turns out I don’t know how to play the violin”
- > “I gathered that. What do you want of me, exactly?”
- “Well, you seem to be good, do you think you could tutor me?”
- > “What would I get in return?”
- >Crap, you were broke and had nothing she would want
- “Um...a nice warm fuzzy feeling?”
- >She cocks an eyebrow at you, but otherwise doesn’t change her expression in the least
- >You sigh and turn around, hoping to find some other student before the day ended
- > “Wait”
- >You stop and turn around, shock settling in from the small voice
- >Octavia seemed slightly conflicted, she flexed one small hand with a calm, dexterous motion
- > “I think...I think there is a way you can pay me”
- >This was the lucky break you had been waiting for
- >It would have been nicer earlier, but you gotta roll with the punches
- “Great! You name it, and I’m on it”
- >You get down on your knees and get closer to her desk
- > “Well...I would like you to-”
- >She seemed hesitant to tell you what it was, leading your mind to more lewd places
- >Dammit, if you got an erection now, she might retract her offer
- > “I’d like you to take me to a party”
- >You blink a bit and look down at her desk before returning to her face
- “...Like a date?”
- >She blushes a bit, taken aback by your comment, before straightening herself out
- > “Of course not. It would just be as teacher and pupil”
- >She places a finger on her chin and furrows her brow slightly
- >It strikes you that she looked fairly pretty when she was in thought
- > “Or like friends, in a way”
- “Well, sure, do you know about one?”
- > “That would be your job”
- >You wanted to tell her that it would be impossible to find a party that quick
- >Then you remembered that there was a rather convenient party later tonight
- “Well, there is one tonight”
- >She quickly scribbled down on a scrap piece of paper before neatly folding it
- > “This is my address and phone number”
- >You reach for it, but she pulls away and seems to hesitate before grabbing your wrist
- >Her soft hand squeezed tight against yours, a grip of fear rather than intimidation
- >Those dull violet eyes held more to them just cold indifference, you thought as you looked at them now
- > “I trust you will not misuse them?”
- “I would never dream of it”
- >She lets go of your wrist and hands you the paper before reorganizing her desk space
- > “Good. Now, what time will the party be?”
- “Should be around seven, I’ll come pick you up then”
- > “Class starts in two minutes, by the way”
- >Standing up in a bustle, you frantically look around the room, almost full now
- >Bolting out of the room you chase after your own class, hoping to not be late
- >It appears that luck had run it’s course and left
- >You sat in your car and turned the car, hearing the familiar rattle as it started up
- >It really shouldn’t rattle like that, but you were poor, so it was the best you could do on a budget
- >The car shook a little with the engine’s hum as you drive down the road
- >At a stoplight, you once again check the address on the neatly folded paper
- >For being a fast scribble before class, the penmanship was magnificent compared to yours
- >Checking the light, it turns green and you start off again towards Octavia’s house
- >Something was off about the address however
- >It said that Octavia lived in a neighborhood with some long name you couldn’t pronounce
- >You pull in to see several rows of large houses, each different from the others
- >Finally, you reach an elegant post you guess was there mailbox
- >It was mostly a guess because of the sheer artistry of the thing
- >Octavia appeared quite wealthy, to say the least
- >You walk up to the door and ring the bell, which rested in an oak casing
- >A low tone repeated with a softer echo from inside the house followed by light footsteps
- >The door opened and a middle aged woman wearing a pair of spectacles answered it
- “Hello ma’am I’m-”
- > “You must be the boy Octy discussed?”
- >The way she used that pet named seemed foreign
- >You wanted to laugh at the fact such a serious girl had a pet name like that
- “Well, yes, I think, I’m here-”
- > “You think, or do you know? I don’t want my daughter wasting time on a fool”
- “Well, I’m not-”
- > “How can you know if you’re a fool?”
- “You asked me and-”
- > “So it’s my fault now?”
- “N-no ma’am I just-”
- >Rapid footsteps come alongside your voice as someone quickly descends the stairs
- > “Mother, stop interrogating him”
- >Octavia stopped at the foot of the steps, her hand resting on the wooden post
- > “Well dear, if he’s taking you out for the evening, I want to know that he won’t be stupid enough to try anything”
- >It’s always nice to know you made a good first impression
- >As Octavia approached behind her mother, you realized they looked very much alike
- >There was a clear difference in the skin, age lines and such, and also in their hair
- >Octavia’s mother wore hers up into a rather business like bun, while Octavia wore it down
- >Aside from that, there was little difference in the well dressed women
- >Wait, did she say taking out?
- “Hello Octavia, ready to go?”
- >Octavia looks to her mother who sighs before looking to you with cold and narrowed eyes
- > “If anything happens to her, I will hold you accountable”
- >It was a rather common threat, but the way she spoke it made you swallow hard
- “Yes ma’am”
- >She glares at you a second before softening up and leaving, giving a slight nod to both of you
- > “Well? Are we leaving?”
- >You turned to Octavia and noticed the expression she held in class was somewhat different
- >She seemed off in some small way
- “Are you nervous?”
- > “Of course not. Is this outfit alright for the evening?”
- >She seemed to avoid the question, but you were distracted by her question
- >Looking over her body, you notice that she was wearing a button up the front shirt
- >One with frills and, much more importantly, clung to her busty chest
- >The fabric pulled down tight on her chest, but seemed to have been fitted for that purpose
- >Her skirt was plain with it coming down a modest length and ending around her knees
- >You felt like you were in some elegant romance novel just looking at her
- >And here you were, dressed in some jeans and an old t-shirt you choose from a pile
- “Yeah, that’s actually a little dressed up”
- > “I do have more revealing clothes, if that is what’s required”
- >She seemed to blush, but held almost no reservations in her voice about it
- >You wondered how far she would go to attend this party, but decided against it
- >Besides, her mother might see her and have you sent to the chair
- “No, no, that looks lovely”
- >She nods in seeming acceptance of the compliment and moves past you
- >If it were anyone else, it would have been a rather rude move against you
- >However, the plain elegance she did it with changed the look of it
- >This party was going to be different, that’s for sure
- >She walks up to your car and touches a finger to it before lifting it up and inspecting it
- > “This is your car?”
- “Yeah, why?”
- >She turns to you, holding up the finger smudged with dirt from the car door
- “Well, we’re not all rich you know”
- > “I am well aware of that, but this seems downright dangerous”
- “Tell you what, if the car breaks down, I’ll let you tell me I’m wrong”
- > “I’d do that anyway”
- “Listen, it may not look well, but the car is stable”
- >You hit down on the roof and the hood of your car unhooks itself and raises slightly
- “We won’t die, alright?”
- > “Very well then, I trust you”
- >Opening the door she sat down and did her seat belt before placing her hands in her lap
- >She looked forward out the windshield as she waited for you to do the same
- > “How long is this party supposed to last?”
- “Well, until we decide to leave, I guess”
- >You start up the car and pull away towards the next destination, the party at Pinkie’s house
- >Well, it wasn’t so much hers as it was her parents
- >Rumor has it she just sleeps in the 2nd floor of sugarcube corner
- >You pull into the neighborhood she lived in, a far off home that rested at the edge of town
- >It was a modest home, almost barren compared to the lavish home of Octavia
- >Both of you get out and head up towards the door of the house when something hits you
- “Wait, is this your first party ever?”
- > “No, I’ve attended several”
- >You sigh with relief and continue up the steps before realizing an easy confusion
- “Were they all family related?”
- > “Yes, why?”
- >Your head falls forward and you take a deep breath
- “This is going to be fairly different”
- > “How so? It’s still a gathering yes?”
- “Well, sort of, but it’s more...lively”
- > “Ah, so there will be dancing”
- “Yes there will, it’s pretty common at Pinkie Pie parties”
- > “Ah, I am well versed in several types of dancing”
- >You just stare at her as she looks to the ground before bringing her hand up to her chin
- > “I’m going to assume they won’t dance the way I do then?”
- “No, probably not. Do you know what type of dancing they do?”
- > “I’ve heard of grinding. Could you show me what that is?”
- >Several thoughts, mostly very lewd images, flash into your brain
- >You were about to interject when a loud crash came as the house door was thrown open
- >Out strode Pinkie, a large smile on her face as usual and a drink in her hand
- > “Hey Anon! You came! Who’s that with you?”
- “Hey Pinkie, this is Octavia”
- > “Hello new friend, welcome to the party!”
- >Octavia looks to you and then back to Pinkie before speaking up in a slightly raised voice
- > “Pleased to meet you”
- >Octavia moves closer to you and eyes Pinkie as she returns to the party inside
- > “Is that her real name? Not some crude nick name, I hope”
- “No, what would it-”
- >You realize the rather childish implication Octavia made
- >It was more of a let down than anything else, she had seemed so high class before
- > “Good, now let us enter”
- >She looks to you as you walk beside her, with her always staying a step or two behind
- >It felt like you were some jungle guide, leading some royal on an adventure
- >You felt pretty brave, until you got into the party itself
- >The noise, as you probably should have expected, was almost deafening
- >Some blue haired girl, Vinyl you think her name is, was blaring some techno from the corner
- >There was large spots of people scattered around the house, the largest around the DJ
- >In that crowd, everybody was dancing in a very energetic heap of writhing bodies
- >Even the DJ seemed to be grinding on the turntables, unless that was involved in the music
- >You were a bit mystified by the group, so much so that you forgot about Octavia
- >It turns out she was just as interested as you, albeit for different reasons
- > “Is that what ‘grinding’ is?”
- “Well, yeah”
- >She sounded a bit offput, but a hint of something else was in her tone and eyes
- >It was sounded like she was a bit intrigued, more than general curiosity
- > “Well, what else is there to do here?”
- >Maybe you had misread her, at least for now
- “We can go get some drinks”
- > “Very well”
- >You lead her to the kitchen towards the back of the home, passing several kissing teens
- >Several times, she seemed overwhelmed by the writhing mass of bodies and get lost
- > “People come here for fun?”
- “Well, most come here for the drinks”
- > “Such as?”
- >You debated whether or not Octavia would rat out the party for having booze
- >Pinkie usually had pretty tame stuff, but would sometimes bust out some harder stuff
- >Another rumor about her was that she got hard cider from that blonde friend of hers
- >Deciding that she must want to act cool, you figure you can tell her
- “There’s some beer, maybe some harder stuff”
- > “Any wine?”
- >She took that a great deal better than you had guessed
- “Maybe? Mostly beer though”
- > “A shame. Well, lead on”
- >Both of you arrive in the kitchen to find a small crowd inside of it
- >Working your way in with Octavia in tow, you reach the counter where the drinks were stored
- >Pouring yourself a drink, you let Octavia look over and choose her own drink
- > “What would you recommend?”
- >Looking over the drinks available, there was no non-alcoholic drinks
- “Can you handle beer?”
- > “I’ve had heavier things than that, though I should have something light”
- >The prospect that such a refined lady was saying beer was ‘light’ for her made you blink
- “Beer it is then”
- >You pour Octavia a drink, which she sniffs before frowning and taking a drink
- > “What a poor taste”
- >Rolling your eyes, you take a drink as well and lower the cup in time to see it
- >A blue haired idiot attempting to hit on Octavia
- >He slicked his hair back with his hand and uttered some clearly corny line to her
- >She seemed disinterested until he put a hand on her shoulder
- >You take a step closer to tell him to back off, but then she does something a surprising
- >Placing two fingers on his neck, she pulls him close and whispers into his ear
- >At first he smiles, but then he face goes pale and he pulls away, fear covering his face
- >He dashes away, bumping into several people as Octavia takes a drink
- >You come closer to her and she turns to face you, the same cool expression on her face
- “What did you say to him?”
- > “Do you really want to know?”
- >She looks to you with eyes that suggest it would be a better world not knowing
- “Um, nevermind. So, what do you want to do now?”
- > “That would, again, be your job”
- >Sighing, you place your hand onto your face and drag it down before taking a drink
- “I normally hang until someone, typically Pinkie, gives us something to-”
- >Pinkie suddenly appeared over Octavia’s right shoulder, a large grin on her face
- > “How’s everybody doing?”
- >Octavia stiffens up before slowly turning her head, now with widened eyes, to see Pinkie
- “Hey Pinkie, what’s up?”
- >Pinkie smiled into Octavia face as Octavia slowly returned to her cool expression
- >Eventually, She brushed her off of her shoulder and stepped to your side
- > “You are the host of this party?”
- >Pinkie smiles and does a somewhat mocking bow before standing up again
- > “That I am! And you’re Octavia, the violin player!”
- “Do you know each other?”
- > “Nope! I know her because she goes to the school!”
- >You squint at Pinkie, attempting to discern if she was serious or not
- >The large smile on her face gave away nothing, it was like a parallel version of Octavia’s
- > “Anyway, follow me!”
- >Pinkie grabs both of your hands and pulls you both along through the party
- >Despite the heavy bustle, everyone seems to allow Pinkie through with ease
- >Pinkie throws her head back, somehow managing to dodge any hazards in her way
- > “So, I noticed that you guys came in here together, you going out”
- >Stepping over a fallen party goer, you answer her back loudly to be heard over the music
- “No, we’re just, uh, friends”
- > “Yes, just two friends visiting a party”
- >You shoot Octavia a look that told her that you could handle this
- >Her face seemed to doubt this assurance, despite her being new to the environment
- >Suddenly you both jolt forward as Pinkie comes to an abrupt halt in front of a door
- > “We’re here!”
- “Where is here?”
- > “The guest room, silly!”
- >With one quick motion, she opens the door wide open and pushes both of you in
- “Gah! Pinkie, what’re you doing?”
- >She grabs the door and starts to close the door with a key shining in her hand
- >Octavia stiffens up before slowly turning her head, now with widened eyes, to see Pinkie
- “Hey Pinkie, what’s up?”
- >Pinkie smiled into Octavia face as Octavia slowly returned to her cool expression
- >Eventually, She brushed her off of her shoulder and stepped to your side
- > “You are the host of this party?”
- >Pinkie smiles and does a somewhat mocking bow before standing up again
- > “That I am! And you’re Octavia, the violin player!”
- “Do you know each other?”
- > “Nope! I know her because she goes to the school!”
- >You squint at Pinkie, attempting to discern if she was serious or not
- >The large smile on her face gave away nothing, it was like a parallel version of Octavia’s
- > “Anyway, follow me!”
- >Pinkie grabs both of your hands and pulls you both along through the party
- >Despite the heavy bustle, everyone seems to allow Pinkie through with ease
- >Pinkie throws her head back, somehow managing to dodge any hazards in her way
- > “So, I noticed that you guys came in here together, you going out”
- >Stepping over a fallen party goer, you answer her back loudly to be heard over the music
- “No, we’re just, uh, friends”
- > “Yes, just two friends visiting a party”
- >You shoot Octavia a look that told her that you could handle this
- >Her face seemed to doubt this assurance, despite her being new to the environment
- >Suddenly you both jolt forward as Pinkie comes to an abrupt halt in front of a door
- > “We’re here!”
- “Where is here?”
- > “The guest room, silly!”
- >With one quick motion, she opens the door wide open and pushes both of you in
- “Gah! Pinkie, what’re you doing?”
- >She grabs the door and starts to close the door with a key shining in her handle
- > “All the couples who enter are subject to 7 minutes in heaven! Duh!”
- >The door clicks shut and a lock is heard over the din of the party as it clicks in place
- “Uh, Pinkie?”
- >Silence aside from the loud music is heard on the other end of the door
- >You turn to Octavia who seems lost in thought before she turns to look at you as well
- > “What’s ‘seven minutes in heaven’? I swear I’ve heard about it before”
- >Turning to the door you dash up there and grab the handle to check if it was locked
- > “No leaving yet silly!”
- >Thumping your head against the door, you hear Octavia stand up behind you
- > “Anon? Do you not know either?”
- >Looking back to her, you see her sit down on the guest bed and cross her legs
- “No, I know what it is”
- > “Well? You’re supposed to be telling me about parties tonight”
- >Looking back and forth, you sit in an open seat and rub your hands together
- “You sure you want to know?”
- > “I’m not some fool, I can handle whatever childish game this is”
- “Trust me, it’s not childish”
- > “So it’s mature? Some test of endurance, or something more intelligent?”
- “Well, more mature, not that intelligent and more of a test of speed”
- >She squints at you with doubtful eyes as she tries to decipher your meaning
- > “Will you stop being so fickle and just tell me what they want us to do?”
- “Well, they want us to...”
- >You drift off, looking over Octavia’s waiting and highly attractive body
- > “To what?”
- “...To get intimate”
- > “Exactly how intimate?”
- “Very”
- >She looks down in contemplation as she silently thinks about something
- >You hoped that it wasn’t about how to kill you for this game
- >Pinkie usually was a fairly good host, but sometimes she could be rather pushy
- >In your head, you made a mental note to remind her what personal boundaries were
- > “Alright then, at the very least we should give them an illusion”
- “Yeah I’m sorry-wait, what?”
- > “Well this is my first party, should I give the impression that I’m cold?”
- >You bite your tongue to keep from saying that she was as cold as ice
- “You don’t need to do that though”
- >She stands up and gives you a rather condescending look for someone who'd never been to a party before
- > “Are you sure about that?”
- “Yes, I-”
- >She takes her hand and undoes the top button of her clean white shirt
- “Well, I mean-”
- >Continuing downward, the buttons unfasten themselves and reveal more and more skin
- “You, uh, what was I saying”
- >Transfixed you watched as she lets her chest breathe more and more until the shirt is open
- >You opened your mouth to speak, but found no words to describe the situation
- >Octavia wore a very fine looking black silk bra, clinging to her cleavage with care
- >Working off the shirt, she tosses onto the bed behind her and adjusts her chest slightly
- >After that, she places her hands on her hips before speaking in a shockingly direct manner
- > “Come here”
- >Assured mentally that any possible outcome would be good for you, you do as she asks
- > “Stop”
- >It was like you were a child, playing simon says, you followed her orders more out of awe than fear
- >She takes a step forward and eyes you up with her right hand on her chin
- >Taking her hand off her chin, she closes your stupidly open mouth and feels around your pants
- > “You are wearing underwear, yes?”
- >Nodding she quickly undoes the fly of your jeans before unfastening the button as well
- >Pulling your pants down she paces away from you to your right
- > “Now, on the bed”
- >Quickly you hop into a sitting position on the bed and look to where she stood
- >She looks to the door and then checks the clock hanging on the wall near it
- “So, uh, first time?”
- >She snaps out of thinking and looks to you, the same calm expression on her face
- > “You mean to a party? Yes, I told you it was”
- “N-no, I meant are you a...”
- >You drift off hoping she catches the drift
- >Evidently she doesn’t, making you ask the dreaded question
- “A virgin?”
- > “Oh, that, yes”
- >Well that went over a lot smoother than you had planned it
- >Just talking with Octavia made you feel like a ballroom dancer of social grace
- “You mean you’re not even a little scared?”
- > “Why should I? I’m very good at acting. Though, I am a little worried about your ability”
- >Acting? Your ability?
- >What in the hell was she talking about
- > “Alright, now hold still”
- >You were about to ask ‘what?’ when she began walking towards you
- >Even though the way she walked was her normal, graceful walk, it couldn’t have been sexier
- > “Lie back a moment, if you would please”
- >Well, at least she used a please this time
- >Not that you wouldn’t have done it anyway, but the thought was nice
- >Falling back against the couch, you tilt your head to view what she was doing
- >You push yourself up on your elbows to get a better view just as it happens
- >Octavia sticks her thumbs into the rim of her skirt and slowly pulls them down
- >Lifting her legs up, she takes it off completely before folding up and placing on the bedside table
- >Moving back towards you, she sizes up your body before climbing on the bed
- >Each leg was on either side of you, her legs somehow warmer than yours
- > “Okay, I think you can sit up now”
- >You want to, but all the energy seemed to be sapped out of you by the view you got
- >A small waterfall of obsidian hair fell over her shoulder onto your chest, lightly touching it
- >Her eyes were a cool violet that seemed to be alive with color as the most polished amethysts
- >The black bra on her chest seemed to breathe along with it, cradling it softly
- >You note that the bra had some intricate embroidery on it as well, making it’s high price clear
- >Her skin was clear of any blemish, not so much as a goosebump was on it’s surface
- >Soft jets of breath came out of her nose, tickling your chest with the pseudo breeze
- > “Well?”
- “Uh, sorry, forgot”
- >She looks down at you doubtfully before looking down at her exposed cleavage
- > “This is hardly enough of a distraction, my breasts can’t be that enchanting”
- >You snap your eyes up to hers and return the look of doubt
- “Your naked and crawling over me, forgive me for being a bit awestruck”
- > “Just try to stay focused. Now, sit up”
- >She pulls up, allowing you to sit up with her still straddling you closely
- >Her crotch was rubbing against your own, the warmth of it bleeding through her panties
- >Not having noticed them much before, they seemed to a be a matching set to the bra
- >Adjusting a little to find a more comfortable spot, she rubbed against you a little
- >Her small hands pushed delicately against your shoulders as she moved
- >The rubbing, however, awakened something else inside of you
- >Pressed against your waist and rising, the rubbing seemed to interest your lower self
- > “Alright, this seems to be a good position-”
- >She abruptly ended her words and tossed her head around before looking down
- >After a second or two, a wave of fear swept over you as her expression changed
- >Looking to your face, it was a mix of disappointment and condescension
- > “A bit eager?”
- “Again, naked and on top of me”
- > “I’m not surprised this time, I know that-”
- >She stops and looks back down a worried expression coming over her face now
- > “It-it’s still growing?”
- >She sounded a bit scared, an odd change of pace from her previous appearance
- >Looking back up, a slimmer of surprise and worry was there but quickly removed
- >Closing her eyes in concentration, she seemed to gather herself and squeezed your shoulders
- “Um, are you alright?”
- > “I’m fine, I was just...surprised by the size was all”
- >You were not one to gloat, but a smile spread on your face from the compliment
- > “Oh please, it wasn’t meant to be a compliment. I wouldn’t let it go to your head”
- “Well it already has”
- > “Fine. Just try not to get too excited”
- “For wha-”
- >Taking her arms around you, she pulls your head in between her large breasts
- >You attempt to say something but your voice is muffled by the rather pleasant obstruction
- >After a while you give in and wrap your arms around Octavia’s hips
- >Pulling her close, you try and savor every second of this silken covered moment
- > “Enjoying yourself? I don’t understand boy’s fascination with breasts”
- >You nod in between her chest, the thin band of silk keeping you from moving further in
- > “There just there, it must be painful to have them there with all those revealing tops and such”
- >Sighing softly, the warmth of her chest washes over your face
- > “They’re not even very descriptive, not many words to them is there?”
- >This time, you shake your head no, a slower form of motorboating really
- > “Of course I have rubbed them while I masturbate, perhaps there’s something there”
- >You start to nod but then try to pull away at the realization of what she just admitted
- >Below, your other head was further incented to rise
- > “Oh please, of course I masturbate, I know that you do it as well. More than me, likely”
- >Letting your head rest again on the large silk draped pillows, you agree in your thoughts
- > “You know, it’s a great stress reliever. I recommend doing it before any recitals, I do”
- >Your eyes widen inside the dark crevice of her chest at the thought of her masturbating
- > “My, are these words really enticing to you? I feel your penis throb everytime I speak”
- >A large swallow rolls down your throat as your body tenses up
- > “It must be obnoxious, having such a large body part be so embarrassing”
- >Her voice was a cool whisper in your ear at this point
- >The way she spoke made it impossible to tell if she was teasing you or not
- > “I guess I have my breasts, being watched by wandering eyes...like yours?”
- >She had asked you a question and you knew you should respond
- >But how do you answer a question like that?
- >Defeatedly, you nod in her breasts, admittedly a nice place to admit something like it
- > “Yes, I’ve heard they’re nice ones. I must admit I’ve peeked at your embarrassing part as well”
- “Wait what?”
- >Your muffled question was lost as the door suddenly flew open quite carelessly
- > “Surprise! Times up!”
- >Pinkie tosses another couple on the floor before moving over to the bed
- > “Come on love birds! No time for love with no glove!”
- >Octavia lets go of your head and hops off the bed, dusting herself off gracefully
- >Stunned, you sit up and shake your head as several things fight for your attention
- “Wait, what the hell is going on?”
- >You look to the excited couple on the floor, already making out happily where they lay
- >Standing up, you start to dress yourself again as Octavia does the same
- >Not surprisingly though, she was a great deal calmer about it than you
- >Both of you are forced out the room hurriedly by Pinkie before she locks the door
- > “Just friends...Ha! I got a sense for these things you know!”
- “Do you have to be so excited about everything?”
- > “Why not?”
- >She bounced away, managing to once again avoid any obstacles on her merry way
- >It was a little creepy, how in sync with the party she was
- >A thought snaps back into your head and you turn to Octavia
- “Okay, what was the last thing you said?”
- >She places a hand on your chest and moves up towards your ear and whispers
- > “It would only make you self conscious, now, let’s enjoy ourselves before practice”
- >It seems that the confusion of the party had wiped clean the fact there was a reason for this
- >But then something else comes to you
- “Wait, tonight?”
- > “Well, after this party of course. What game do you usually play?”
- >Thinking back to your last couple of parties, you try to remember the games you played
- >In the past, you normally played drinking games that left you fairly tipsy
- >That, or downright drunk off your rocker
- >You search around for a game she can play and remain sober
- >Finding a group of other sitting down, you approach and try to see what they’re doing
- > “Anon, I believe they’re playing a game in the kitchen over there”
- >Quickly grabbing her hand again, you guide her into the small circle of teenagers
- >How bad could whatever they played possibly be?
- > “Okay, time to play spin the bottle!”
- >God dammit Pinkie, why do you have no sensible games?
- >Pinkie moves to center and hurriedly places a green glass bottle on the ground
- > “Now, the rule usually go whoever spins first kisses first-”
- >She looks at an obnoxiously large pink wristwatch covered in flair before putting it down
- > “-But since I’m super-duper busy right now, it’s last one sitting down!”
- >You look to Octavia, who silently stares up at Pinkie as she looks around the circle
- >As far as you remembered, she was the last one to sit down
- >Suddenly, a very sophisticated and female voice speaks up from the other end
- > “I believe I was the last to sit down, Pinkie”
- >It was the lithe girl across from both of you wearing a nice looking purple dress
- > “Oh, hi Rarity! Alright then, time to spin!”
- >Pinkie spins the bottle at an almost unnatural speed before it begins to slow down
- >She bounces away happily as you silently thank the girl for alleviating you of worry for Octavia
- >However, you start to change the tune of the prayers to ones of wishing as the bottle slows down
- >As the bottles clicks to it’s stop, you see that it starts to fall upon you
- >Rarity looks to you with excited eyes, evidently thrilled to play such a game
- >But then, the bottle slides just a smidge farther than you had guessed it would
- >And stops with it’s tip pointed towards Octavia
- >Rarity awkwardly laughs with a few others as several guys elbow their friends
- >They small group of previously uninterested party goers now started to gather round for a view
- >It seems as though that luck was against you
- >Still, two cute girls kissing can’t be all that bad a situation to be in
- >Rarity stands up and moves over to Octavia, kneeling down in front of her
- > “I’m sorry if this is not in your style dear”
- >Octavia rolls her eyes making Rarity cock an eyebrow at her
- > “I think it’s you that cares more than I do”
- >Several oohs rang out in the crowd as Rarity blushed at the forward insult
- > “Well then, if you don’t care so much, you do it!”
- >Octavia blinks once before shrugging and pulling Rarity’s face into her own
- >Loud cheers seemed to be in the distance as you stared at the rather close scene taking place
- >It wasn’t just a small peck, which was what most people had expected, it was lip embrace
- >Rarity’s eyes went wide before closing as her body seemed to melt under Octavia’s kiss
- >Everything seemed to be in slow motion as the event unfolded
- >Rarity’s cheeks become flushed before Octavia tugs her hair back, forcing her off
- >A small trail of saliva bridges between their lips momentarily before snapping
- >Lifting a hand to her red cheek Rarity stutters out a small laugh before fainting
- > “Lightweight”
- >Dusting off her chest she looks at you and then to the busily talking crowd
- > “What are they so amazed by? That was the point of the game, yes?”
- “Well, yeah, but not with other girls”
- >She looks to Rarity twitching and half giggling on the ground while being fanned by another girl
- >Then to the crowd of others and awestruck teenagers sitting in the circle and beyond
- > “I think I can see why”
- “Come on, lets go”
- >You grab her wrist and pull for her to follow both of you away from the group
- > “Was that it? What a short game”
- “Uh yeah, once you kiss someone you’re out”
- > “I don’t think that’s really how it’s played”
- >She tugs back, making you stop in between crowds of people as she stands her ground
- > “You wouldn’t be trying to get me home would you?”
- “No, of course not, it’s just that the party’s dying down and-”
- > “I’m sorry what was that? I can’t hear you over the volume of the music”
- “Alright, fine, so I’m trying to get you out of here. Do you really want to stay?”
- > “I believe if you are to receive tutoring I should at least get to choose our exit time”
- “But what about your mother? She’ll kill me if you’re out doing the stuff that goes on here”
- >She moves in close, her breath somehow felt over the oppressive sense of youth in the air
- >Placing an index finger on your chest she raises her head towards yours
- > “I am capable of dealing with my own mother. Now, show me a good time already”
- “But-”
- > “Do you want me to tutor you?”
- “Yes, but-”
- > “I have played in world renowned halls, my tutorship should cost somewhere in the thousands”
- >You gulp and decide to let her speak, it wasn’t threatening despite her tone
- >It by all means should have been, but something about her face just seemed so pleasant
- > “But I don’t take tutors, it cuts into my time and is often a waste of my time in general”
- “So then why are you tutoring me?”
- > “Because I wanted to go to a party”
- “Yeah but-”
- > “Do you really want to ask more questions?”
- >Thinking about it, you look around the crowd, no one seeming to notice you being held hostage
- “Fine. What do you want to play?”
- > “You choose, you’re the experienced one here. And, anon?”
- “Yeah?”
- >She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second before opening her eyes
- > “I’m trying my best here, thank you for being patient”
- “Your humanity is showing”
- > “I’m not that drunk anon, not yet anyway”
- >She pulls you along the wrist back towards the kitchen against your will
- >Upon reaching there, she gets both of you two new cups of beer and hands you yours
- “Did you say not yet?”
- > “Not important. Now, find something for the both of us to do”
- >Wanting to object, you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes to mind
- >Looking around, you try to assess which game would be the least likely to get her drunk
- >Beer pong might work, she must have good aim but then again so could her opponent
- >You’d be able to think clearer if it weren’t for this damn music
- >Suddenly the idea comes to you
- >It was a risky one, but it might work for putting her in a leaving mood
- “How about dancing?”
- > “Dancing?”
- >Taking her hand again, you guide her through the crowd until you were close to the crowd
- >Following the beat, the writhing mass of teenagers shook and shuddered to the music
- >The DJ bounced and cheered over the music, making the crowd even more excited
- >Just the sight of the mob made you reconsider if it was worth going in
- >You look to Octavia and hope to gauge some reaction from her
- >She looked confused, a change in her face at least and it had a chance of being negative
- > “I see now why they have alcohol at these functions”
- “Do you not want to dance then?”
- >She looked to you and then back to the mass a took a heavy drink of her cup
- > “I suppose there’s no reason not to”
- >Despite the acceptance, she didn’t make a move towards the group, looking at you instead
- > “You are going to show me how to do, right?”
- >This was turning out much differently than you had expected it to
- “Well, you just, uh”
- >It turns out that telling someone who has never danced how to do it, it’s hard to just say
- >Looking around, rather worried at this point, you became fed up
- “Just do what everyone else is doing, follow the music”
- > “I have danced before, but it usually requires a partner to work”
- >She cocks her head towards you and gestures to the mass of moving bodies
- >Once again sighing, you move towards the crowd with Octavia trailing behind you
- >Reaching the undefined edge of the crowd you began to move along with the flow of the group
- >The music seemed to enchant it’s small audience here, making their moves go through them
- >It was almost as if the music summoned up these movements from the mob
- >But why on Earth would it manifest into something so lewd as just rubbing against each other
- >You continued to dance as Octavia awkwardly stood on the outside
- >She just observed you and how you danced, a cold feeling of observation coming over you
- >After a while she moves towards you and mimics the movements of other girls
- >It was almost as if she had done this before, just a little hesitant for some reason
- >Though her face remained the same, something about the surrounding changed it
- >Her violet eyes seemed more vibrant as they opened and closed with slow changes
- >In the rare moments where your bodies would touch, it felt oddly natural and welcome
- >Her shirt, once seen as out of place, now looked perfect as she danced beside you
- >Following the beat, but carrying a unique look, her hands moved over her own body
- >Like she was playing some fast paced piece, her lithe fingers danced over her luscious curves
- >She traced her torso and rear several times over as you looked on in a trance
- >You continued to dance near her, but the music became a buzz and the others bled away
- >Eventually, the mix changes and something comes over your mind
- >Reaching out, you join her private dance, intruding in on it’s seamless harmony
- >However, despite the suddenness of the touch, she doesn’t react against it
- >Instead, she lets your touch come over her as well, her hands joining yours in their arcs
- >The heat of the party could be felt on the cloth covering her, every inch of it calling out to you
- >She spun in front of you, letting you touch of inch of her body with free reign
- >After what seemed like only a few moments, Octavia stopped dancing and pulled you close
- > “I think now would be a good time to leave”
- >Your immediate thought was to tell her no, that you wanted to stay here forever
- >Realizing that might be the booze or the nauseating scent of sweaty hormonal teens
- >Octavia moves away from you, and you follow close behind still in a daze
- >She bobbed and weaved through the flowing body of the party and it’s small crowds
- >The party was smaller than when you had entered, but still a substantial size
- >Eventually, you get to the entrance and Octavia reaches for the doorknob before Pinkie appears
- > “You’re not leaving early, are you?”
- >Octavia looks to you and Pinkie does the same
- >Instead of speaking, you just open and close your mouth a lot before Octavia spoke up
- > “We have a prior engagement”
- >Pinkie eyes Octavia closely, bringing her face in close with one eye wide open
- >After an awkward few second, she snaps away with a large smile on her face again
- > “Okie dokey loki! Have fun!”
- >She bounces into a large group with ease and disappears into it
- > “Come on, we have practice to do”
- >Octavia grabs your wrist and pulls you into the cool night air
- >Wait a minute...
- “What time is it?”
- >She checks her phone and puts it away as you both stand near the door
- > “It’s around 10:00 P.M.”
- “We were there for 3 hours?”
- > “Apparently so, we should get home so we can study for the rest of the night”
- “What about school in the the morning?”
- > “...Anon it’s Friday”
- >The truth of the statement hits you and you try to lift your hand to your head
- >Only to feel Octavia’s grip keep it in place near her side
- “Can I have my hand back?”
- > “Hm? Oh, of course, sorry about that”
- >She lets go, though something was in her voice, a subtle something that she clearly hid well
- “Right, so how long do you plan on practising?”
- > “How long do you think you can stay up?”
- >Octavia was a rather cold shoulder kind of girl, the idea of being in official environment was a little scary
- “I’m not sure, I might have to do something-”
- >She draws close to you, getting in your face and making you freeze in place
- > “Do you want me to tutor you or not?”
- “Well, yes, of course I do”
- > “Then we will study as long as we can, spending the night at my house if we must”
- >You blinked at that last promise out of shock
- >Something about the way she worded it, maybe not her tone, seemed...
- >There were many words for it, some of them good, many were bad
- “If we have to”
- >She paused, lingering near your face a little while, letting the violet pools of her eyes hypnotise you
- >Those eyes, they reflected the girl herself very well
- >But something about them seemed to vary from Octavia in a small way
- >It looked like her eyes were once a young and naive girl’s eyes, whereas Octavia didn’t
- >Her body seemed like it had always been a young woman, the curves defined near perfectly
- >She pulls away from you, breaking the small trance she had held you in
- >A look of confidence seemed to flash over her, as if she knew that you just thought of her
- >Turning around she moves towards your car with a sort of seductiveness to her gait
- >Following her, you get in the car and start it up but don’t leave
- >Instead, you just sit there in silence for a bit before turning to Octavia
- “So, about the party...”
- >Octavia cocks her head and turns toward you, a curtain of obsidian hair moving with it
- > “Yes?”
- “I’m not going to...get in trouble for all that lewd stuff, will I?”
- > “Why would you? I hardly consider it an eye opener. I do have access to the internet anon”
- >The implication here was that Octavia watched porn
- >It was like Stalin saying he loved the people of Ukraine
- > “Anon? Is there something else you wanted to ask me?”
- >You wanted to ask her if she was doing what she considered to be flirting, but thought better
- >The last thing you needed was her thinking you were coming onto her already
- >Pulling out into the street, a silence fills the car which seems awkward only to you, apparently
- >Octavia looks out the window, in a rather bored looking way until she decides to speak up
- > “Speaking of the party, did you have fun?”
- >Thinking back, your mind immediately goes to the scandalous moments with Octavia
- “Yeah. You?”
- > “I had a lovely time. I can’t wait for the next one”
- “Next one?”
- > “Yes, I assume you know when it will be?”
- >You go quiet and she turns away from the window and again faces you
- > “Did you think it would be one party for all of our lessons?”
- “All of them?”
- > “You will require a great deal of work anon”
- >You focus on the road and silently hope that Octavia meant that in a nice way
- >Worst case, it was an insult, best case was she wanted to do more of those party games
- >You forced your thoughts away from the latter, lest you were unable to get out of the car
- >Arriving at Octavia’s neighborhood, you breathe a sigh of relief
- >Just a little too loudly
- > “Something wrong?”
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The Story Man - The Perfect Octavia (unfinished)
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