Title:           Week21 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Saturday 13th of August 2016 10:52:53 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 20th of March 2017 06:30:58 PM CDT

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>Sour Sweet presses her lips against Indigo’s, prompting her to just go along with this apparent answer.
>She surveys the other girl’s arms with her hands, pressing a little bit tighter. Indigo shuts her eyes and allows herself to deflate in a rush of pleasure.
>The same rush excites her to lift the dumbbells more frequently.
>As the two sit there for a longer period of time, Sour Sweet finds herself enjoying Indigo’s heavily increasing breathing tickling her face and neck. She leans into the girl a little bit more, already knowing exactly where both girls want this to go.
>They kiss so tenderly at first, then going a little bit more fierce when the breathing intensifies. Indigo gets tired on occasion, and Sour Sweet mellows out with her to simultaneously shift the mood back to where it was a minute or two ago.
>”I-Indy…” Sour Sweet moans again, letting her hands glide up and down the other girl’s glistening skin. “How did you know?”
>”Hmm?”
>Sour Sweets wraps her arms around her now much closer friend and lets their bodies press together, Indigo’s bare and her own still clothed for the moment. “When you told Mr. Mous that I had inverted nipples.”
>Indigo fails to hold a giggle back, turning her head to the side.
>”I’m just curious.” Sweet adds. “Like… when did you first see?”
>The two dumbbells make light clanging sounds as Indigo sets them down. “It was… a hell of a while ago.” Indigo moves her hands to Sweet’s chest as she remembers the story about it.
>The fabric stays glued to the girl as the buttons are undone.
>”Well… we were in the locker room on one of the first days of school. When we started having gm together.” Indigo starts off. “I was… a little shy around other girls taking their clothes off. You know why.” She finished the last button on Sour Sweet’s vest and pulls it out of the way.
>”I remember being next to you a lot.” Sour Sweet encouragingly pushes her chest forward as Indigo undoes the front of her shirt.
>”The first time I saw was by accident. You never noticed, though.”
>”Oh, didn’t I?” Sweet giggles and bites her lower lip, doing some exploring herself around Indigo’s upper thighs.
>Indigo sighs lovingly after feeling Sweet’s fingers curl around the waistband of her panties hugging her hips. “You only had your bra off for a second, but I saw them.”
>”You’re sneaky.” Sweet begins to pull, forcing Indigo to shudder.
>Indigo becomes eager enough to get all of the buttons of Sour Sweet’s shirt undone. She peels the thing off of the girl’s damp, sticky body and exposes her skin to the cold draft in the room. “Doesn’t look like I have to be sneaky this time, huh?” Indigo hooks her thumbs under the strap hugging Sweet’s body, ready to beat the girl in a race of pulling small articles of clothing off of the other.
>Sour Sweet lets out a few cute little grunts of determination when she tries to tug Indigo’s panties down her thighs. It’s hard to drag them across the damp skin, and Indigo soon notices her struggling.
>And with a swift upward pull, Indigo unwraps Sour Sweet’s chest from underneath her bra, finishing the race in less than half the time it would take Sour Sweet to get those panties down Indigo’s legs. The bra is twisted and tangled around Sour Sweet’s collarbone without much of a hope of being pulled back down.
>They push into eachother, trying to make the other girl heat up more. Succeeding practically every time.
>The unlocked door at the corner of the room exits their minds as their thoughts drift further into eachother. The workout bench slides across the moistening floor, under the thrilling force of the two girls on top.
>Sour Sweet only uses the extra movement to rub herself against Indigo with even more skin sliding against skin. Indigo’s hands gripping her breasts helps her refrain from falling off, holding the blushing girl in place to feel even more response from the girl under her.
>”You… still wanna pretend I’m Mr. Mous?” Indigo’s almost to lightheaded to get Sour Sweet to understand her.
>But Sour Sweet can make out what the airy voice says.
>”Maybe next time.” Sweet leans into the other girl’s hands. “You be Indy tonight… and Mr. Mous will be Mr. Mous when we get him next time.”
>It’s an understatement to say that they kiss on it. The back of Indigo’s head sinks into the cushioned seat portion of the workout bench she rests on from the restless force of Sour Sweet pressing her face against hers. The two girls stretch their jaws as wide as they can in the kissing, wanting to reaching the feeling of satisfaction that they can’t just yet seem to reach.
>The two become lovingly aggressive.
>Indigo’s eyes grow glazed and distant when they open. She stares at the ceiling above, nearly silently crying for Sour Sweet to further put her into a trance.
>Sour Sweet didn’t even realize that Indigo’s hands had ventured under her skirt until she feels her own panties reach her knees. Indigo lifts her legs and inserts them through the gap between Sour Sweet’s panties and her legs, but there’s another thing she needs to step over in order to REALLY feel the girl working away at her.
>A hot rush possesses Indigo to tug down at the edges of Sour Sweet’s skirt, letting the other girl’s protruding breasts glimmer freely in the open with rainwater and sweat. They are exactly how Indigo remembers seeing them all of those times in the locker rooms.
>Sour Sweet swings her hips around with a warm giggle. She feels the chill of the room seep onto her ass and hips as they are exposed, only feeling more warmth from Indigo’s heated fingers.
>Her excitement drives her harder onto Indigo Zap, now reclining the seat on the bench to lean back. Indigo lets out a begging sigh for more again and again until she is lying flat on her back, which she arches in a surge of arousal when Sour Sweet finally finishes her part of the race.
>The girl on top has to reach behind herself to get Indigo’s panties down to her ankles. Indigo pulls Sweet’s skirt down to her knees with the weight of her leg resting on top, climbing up to where knows the other girl’s snatch looms in plain sight.
>Despite her own eyes wandering too far into the distance to notice at the moment, of course.
>But she soon feels it after a little bit of just the right type of squirming leads the two manage to lock their legs together, allowing the two sets of folds to do just the same. The legs fo the workout bench are put to test as the feeling of special contact endlessly excites the two girls resting on the surface.
>At some point during the rising heat of the moment, let alone somewhere in the rising heat of the room, Indigo flails her legs around and uses them to try to pull herself into Sour Sweet more, who dominates her from above.
>The more each of them move their legs, the more their crotches slide against one another, with the leaking moisture making the job a little bit easier. It soon accumulates to the point where it spreads to their inner thighs.
>The point of intersection between the two moves their legs around faster with less friction, only feeding the cycle or erotic discovery.
>And they cannot be latched onto eachother tightly enough. Both Indigo and Sweet strain to push further onto the other girl, only thirsty to feel more.
>Even though Sour Sweet isn’t ferociously locking lips with her on her face anymore, Indigo still bulldozes the back of her head into the cushion even harder than before. Her eyes go back and forth from shutting to opening as wide as they can with her senses not knowing what the fuck to do anymore.
>Her thoughts draw a blank with Sour Sweet virtually devouring her in the mouth once again, unable to speak or even groan with much noise… until the arousal pushes her to do so into Sweet’s mouth anyway.
>Indigo undulates uncontrollably, managing to arch her back again as far as she can even with Sour Sweet leaning so ardently onto her. Both girls get to have beyond normal strength this time around.
>With an increasing thrust rate, Sour Sweet shuts her eyes as well, and lets everything she feels up against Indigo Zap’s tender nether region caressing hers guide her through the rest of this adventurous moment. Neither girl even dares to consider growing tired.
>Their breathing grows ever so desperate, sucking in air that isn’t enough to keep up with how hard they work at one another.
>A puddle of fluids begins to seep onto the surface of the work bench, needless to say there is much more coating the two smooching, newly soaked creases right above it.
>Indigo’s mind only harbors Sour Sweet. Nothing remains, not even herself for the moment — she might as well be Anon right now, as far as she’s concerned. Her own name leaves her memory as she’s stimulated senseless.
>The workout bench cannot fold backwards enough to satisfy the power of the athlete’s climax.
>Indigo has to let out a blood chilling groan as her eyes roll back with overwhelming pleasure. So overwhelming, that it drags Sour Sweet over the edge with her.
>The puddle grows.
>With both girls contributing to its accumulation.
>…
>Lemon Zest stares out the window as she lies on her back, enthusiastically swiping her arms along the surface fo the bed.
>Song after song plays as she lies there with her eyes glued to the rain outside.
>She grows tired, wondering what she’s missed out on in life so far up until this moment. When she’s on her bed listening to various 90’s songs… all alone. Reading about the hundred year’s war. Fantasizing about being Joan of Arc riding into battle against the English.
>She listens to the beautiful uplifting sounds in her headphones.
>Pondering while having as much fun as she can at the same time. It isn’t until the sky grows completely pitch black does she finally decide to go back to sleep.
~
>The next morning comes, and you’re waken up by your alarm clock once again. No phone calls, none of that.
>You had slept well the previous night, satisfied with your victory over Indigo Zap and Sour Sweet. It feels like christmas morning imagining walking into Cinch’s office later on and thinking they have you in some sort of chokehold.
>Thinking that they are the ones pulling the plug on your career.
>You play the scenario over and over again in  your head all the way to work. And the first thing you see is something that keeps you from going to your classroom.
>Indigo Zap and Sour Sweet stand right outside Cinch’s office, far enough away from you where you can see them when they’re facing away, but they don’t notice you.
>But you can still make out the exhausted expressions on their faces as they watch the principal open the door.
>Your coffee struggles to stay balanced in your hand as you notice the awkward look on Cinch’s face, as though she saw then standing outside your door for so long on the tapes she reviews every morning.
>Oh, do you have some dirt on them now.
>Cinch says something to the two of them, to which they respond with lies you have a pretty good idea of what they depict.
>The two girls are directed into the office looking unrealistically hopeful. You snicker to yourself.
>Too much time eventually passes for you to wait any longer.
>You’ve grown too impatient, and decide to head over to your classroom since joining the three in the office isn’t exactly the best idea.
>The chair you always sit in makes it usual creaking sound as you lean back in it. The early students arrive for homeroom one at a time.
>Keep you email open just in case any confirmation for them principal comes in. You’re honestly too restless on the inside to sit still in your seat. You’ve become younger than the students who stare at you from their desks for a few moments.
>Homeroom starts without anything happening. You’ve been looking out in the hall for the two other girls heading over to whichever classroom they spend homeroom in.
>The classes start and go on with you reconsidering your views on Principal Cinch. You never imagined her siding with you on a thing like this, and the fact that she actually helped you to deliver justice to those trying to take advantage of you really proved your past world views wrong.
>You class with your three most notable students comes along.
>Zest enters first, sits at her desk and pulls out a notebook you haven’t seen before.
“Miss Zest.” You address her. “Where’s your other notebook?”
>She sees you talking to her, briefly pulling her headphones off of her head. “Huh?”
“What happened to your other notebook?“
>”Oh. Heh, I kinda used it up.”
>She eagerly goes back to her notes as you notice an email pop into your inbox. It’s from Cinch.
>You open it.
>[They have been suspended for damaging equipment in the fitness room. If they are seen on school grounds during suspension time, it will result in an expulsion.]
>This is why you didn’t see either of them enter the room.
>Zest better have a lot of free pages in her notebook, because you’re going to be teaching extra enthusiastically later today.
>You never thought it would end like this.
 
FAST AND UPSET:
>Quarter mile after Quarter mile goes by, and Indigo “ZipZap” Toretto watches the sands of the desert fly by.
>She does this for hours, turning her head to look at the scenery to the sides more than she looks at the road.
>It’s almost time to put the plan into action. She gets her rope ready, pulling it out from the back compartment of the motorcycle.
>There it is… right there in the distance. The triple decker bus with the prisoners on it.
>”Target in sight.” Indigo speaks into the walkie talkie, contacting her crime boss.
>Static buzzes for a few seconds before Spitfire’s voice replies from the other line. “You know what to do.”
>Indigo picks up speed in the direction of the bus, reaching it in a matter of seconds. The driver does not notice her.
>The girl on the super powered high speed motorcycle attaches the grappling hook to the rope, and hurls it over the top of the bus. It catches onto the other side.
>The girl in the bus she’s looking to save, Lightning Dust, is the only one who hears this happen. She’s the only one who knows what to look out for.
>She looks out the window, spotting her partner in crime alongside the bus as it speeds down the desert road.
>Bus music starts playing.
>With a sharp right turn, Indigo Zap cuts her motorcycle to the side and heads into the desert. The bus, pulled from its top, is toppled over and falls onto its side. The loud crash echoes throughout the desert sands.
>Fire fills the entire inside of the bus, and Lightning Dust knows that it’s time to unbuckle from her seat and get out of the vehicle before it dies.
>The bus explodes, and Lightning Dust falls out of the window before the fire reaches her. She lands on the asphalt softly and rolls out of the way.
>It was all done in once move, and Indigo soon finds her amid all the smoke.
>”What took ya so long?” Lightning Dust inquires as the other prisoners scream in agony in the background.
>ZipZap slips her helmet off and shakes her hair around. “I got caught up in some business back home.” She lets her know.
>Lightning Dust gets onto the back seat of the motorcycle, and Indigo rides her back in the direction of the base where they will plan their next heist with Spitfire.
>The two partners in crime head back to their headquarters in an undisclosed garage.
>They finally made it back to their cars, it’s their specialty to drive those, with the exception of ZipZap and her motorcycle.
>A few hours later, they begin to hear sirens outside of their building.
>They approach quickly after seeming to appear out of nowhere. The cops must have really tried to sneak up on them this time.
>With no other options, ZipZap chooses to take the keys to her spare tank off the rack and see if she can get past the cops that way.
>The LA county sheriff gets out her microphone, flexing her muscles as he hears a roar come from inside the garage. She ducks out of the way before the tank comes crashing through the garage door.
>Indigo ZipZap Toretto is behind the tank wheel.
>Lightning Dust has already taken the secret tunnel outside outward to freedom. The cops swarming the building don’t think to even look there.
>The sheriff wipes her rainbow hair out of her face and chases after ZipZap in her tank. She ponys up and sprouts her wings in order to fly after her.
>A beautiful yet useful mechanism.
>Indigo takes her tank through the entire downtown section of the city, wrecking literally everything with the wheel thingies of the tank all over the cars and trucks.
>Rainbow Dash, the sheriff, attempts one last measure in order to sloe the tank down. She hauls a safe out from some underground hideout and uses a grappling hook to attach it to the tank.
>The force of the safe, weighting about 10 tons, does little to stop the 70 ton tank. ZipZap zip zaps away and onto the highway where she escapes the city, switching the safe up for a lighter one using special ruses with a little help from her friends.
>Rainbow Dash flies after her, but gets tired and gives up.
>No one ever saw Indigo ZipZap Toretto again for 40 days and 40 nights until Moses walked on water.
End.