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Part Sixteen

Claudia tensed up at the sound of the doorbell.

This was degrading enough with Celeste and Harriet around. Honestly, it had already been a chore when it was just Sara. Submitting to her step-sister was painful and cringeworthy every step of the way, considering how Claudia normally carried herself. And, though Sara’s two friends were the ones Claudia was most accustomed to seeing around the house, she knew that Sara had plenty of others. So of course Sara invited someone else over to partake in the fun.

There was nothing Claudia could do about it, either. She had already tried to run, which had ultimately been a mistake. Not just because Sara caught her, but because being dragged back to the living room had sparked a whole new set of leverage that made fleeing in a similar manner less appealing.

Also, Celeste and Harriet were still hanging out across the kitchen. If Claudia tried to get up from the table, it was likely the two girls would question her and get on her case about it. So she simply fished out the last syllabus and added it to the small pile in front of her. That’s all Sara had told her to do so far, so Claudia merely sat there and braced herself for yet another one of her sister’s preppy friends to see her like this.

The last thing she expected was Nessa.

Sara returned with Claudia’s dark clad friend in tow. When Nessa stepped into the room, she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on Claudia. A full three seconds went by, as if Nessa’s mind was lagging as she processed the unexpected visual before her. Finally, she managed to say, “Claudia?” The single word somewhat expressed her confusion and disbelief, but it was mostly fishing for an explanation.

Claudia had only meant to swing by the house for a couple minutes, and had told her group as much. She had to assume that this wasn’t something Sara had orchestrated. Instead, Nessa had probably gotten tired of waiting for Claudia to answer her texts, and invited herself over to see what was up. Under normal circumstances, Claudia might have been flattered that Nessa was checking on her rather than just writing her off as bailing–not that Claudia was the type to drop plans on a whim–but this situation was not at all normal. One of her skater friends seeing her dressed from head to toe in pink/preppy attire was so much worse than one of Sara’s stuck up friends.

But also . . . Maybe this was an opportunity, rather than a humiliating turn of events. “Sara is fucking blackmailing me!” Claudia blurted out, “She took- ungh!” Out of nowhere, the plug in her backside went from zero to eleven. Cheeks flushing from the way her body was being used against her for the umpteenth time, Claudia steeled herself to push through the erratic, pleasurable sensations. At least Nessa’s presence balanced things out a little bit, as her arrival had basically been like a wave of cold water. “Why do think I- I’m still here? And dressed like this?” she quickly explained. If Sara kept the setting where it was, it wouldn’t be long before Claudia would lose the ability to speak clearly. Not without risking a potential tell that she was turned on in front of all of them. “Sara-”

“Language, Claudia!” Harriet exclaimed, cutting her off. Turning to Sara, she said, “I thought we already went through that one?”

Nessa was glancing skeptically towards Sara, who was casually holding the remote behind her back. “Blackmail?” she asked. Classic Nessa, getting right to the point.

Sara just shrugged. “More like Claudia finally suffering the consequences of her long-term choices. Don’t you ever worry about your friend, Nessa?”

“Enough to come over here, sure. But in general, no. Claudia can take care of herself.”

‘That’s right,’ Claudia thought.

Celeste piped up, “But, Nessa! Don’t you have all A’s and B’s? There’s totally a scholarship for that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And what about Claudia? I mean, yeah, C’s get degrees. But she barely has C’s; she might not even graduate if she flunks a class or two.”

Sara tagged back in. “Exactly. If anything, you’re proof that a girl can skate and party and whatever while still managing her academics. So, what’s Claudia’s excuse?”

Nessa didn’t seem convinced. “So, what? She could literally drop out tomorrow, and that’s her business.”

“Then how about this?” Sara said. She stepped much closer to Nessa and leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. They remained in that position for a few seconds, during which time Claudia had to deal with a new wave of dampness between her thighs. Eventually Nessa murmured something back, and they continued the exchange for a little longer. Finally, Sara stepped back with a small smirk on her face. “Yeah?”

“You’ve got a deal,” Nessa nodded.

Claudia had no idea what they had just discussed in hushed tones. Surely Nessa wouldn’t just walk away and leave her like this, even if Claudia could recognize a trace of amusement underneath the facade of indifference. She had fucked Nessa before, casually; that kind of relationship meant that the two of them had slightly more insight into each other than their other friends did. At the same time, that didn’t mean they were bound to defend each other. Claudia was just banking on the fact that Nessa would be more on her side than on Sara’s.

Next, Sara walked over to Celeste and had a similar conversation in soft tones that not even the faint echo of the kitchen could carry to the table.

“Okay!” Celeste grinned. Sauntering over to Claudia, who was still seated at the table and now doing everything in her power to keep a straight face and not reveal that the persistent vibrations inside her were succeeding in pushing her body towards a need that was much different than that of saving face in front of Nessa, Celeste circled behind Claudia and placed her hands on Claudia’s shoulders. “Ready?”

Nessa pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a couple times, then said, “Go.”

Before Claudia knew it, Celeste’s was reaching around and finding the hem of Claudia’s skirt. In one combined gesture, Celeste reached under the plaid garment and gave a rub to the front of Claudia’s panties while also sinking both her lips and her teeth into Claudia’s neck.

It was all too much. Claudia’s sex was already on fire from both the vibrating toy inside her as well as the fact that she had been thoroughly edged earlier without ever actually getting off. One touch where it mattered most; her eyelids fluttered and her breathing got more shallow. What was Celeste doing? And- and in front of Nessa?! Except it was impossible to think straight now that she had been effectively pushed over the line towards where her body was thinking more than her mind. “W-what are you . . . ”

“Shh,” Celeste murmured against her neck. “Don’t worry, it won’t take much. I have you figured out, Clauds. If I just do this,” she gave a much more assertive rub down there, paired with a deeper neck kiss. Then, slightly shifting her fingertips, she pressed down on Claudia’s clit from the outside in just the right way.

Claudia couldn’t prevent a soft moan from escaping her lips. Obviously Celeste had figured out enough to be that effective that quickly after just one time physically teasing her, and the unexpected advances had left Claudia completely unable to resist reacting to the overlapping sources of pleasure.

As soon as her lips parted for the brief yet painfully slutty sound in the context of the public setting, everything stopped. Celeste’s hand and lips retreated, and the plug was completely still. It should have been a relief, though Claudia was faintly frustrated at the same time.

“Well?” Celeste asked.

Nessa looked appalled as she glanced down at her phone, and then towards Claudia. “Eight seconds. How is that . . . ”

“Told you,” Sara smirked, “A deal’s a deal, right?”

“I guess so,” Nessa said, “But no promises come Monday.”

“Fair enough. Know your way out?”

“Of course.”

And that was that. Nessa gave Claudia a parting look that was difficult to read, then turned around and left the way she had followed Sara in.

Claudia was stunned. She had been sure Nessa’s no nonsense attitude towards the whole situation was going to resolve things somehow. But instead, Nessa was just leaving? Why? Because of the sapphic moment with Celeste?

Sara was more than happy to explain once she heard the sound of the front door closing. “I bet her that Celeste could make you moan in less than ten seconds. Nessa seemed to think you had a lot more self control than that. Don’t worry, she’ll cover for you. But she also won’t be interfering for the rest of the weekend.”

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