CHAPTER 21
A few minutes later they sauntered into Cait's apartment at the Palace, stepping over a minefield of boxes and clothes. Clearly, Kennedy's move-in was well underway.
"There are colors other than black, you know that right?" Lira said, holding up a pair of black throw pillows she'd pulled from one of the bigger boxes.
"I do!" Came Kennedy's voice from the last unclaimed room. To prove it, she waved a deep scarlet bra out from behind the door.
"Nice," Cait said, eliciting an 'eep!' from behind the door as the lingerie whipped out of sight. "But I've kinda got red on lock for our gang in civilian life."
Kennedy hopped out from behind the door, shutting it quickly behind her. Given the fun way her loose band-branded tanktop draped over her boobs, that might actually have been the bra she was wearing. She was blushing in a way that took a lot of the edge off the scowl she was giving Cait.
"Anything heavy left?" Cait grinned, flexing an arm hard. "Fair warning though, after Gwyn's upgrades it might end up in the stratosphere."
"What?" Kennedy's scowl was replaced with a look of confusion before she shook it off. "Never mind. That big box next to Lira is cookware, you'd think with that dumptruck she'd be able to lift it but….."
One of the throw pillows hit Kennedy in the face.
"I brought it up here, ass!" Lira complained, then bounced over to Cait, jumping up to wrap her legs around her waist. She gave her a tender kiss, long enough it was probably uncomfortable for everyone else, but Cait didn't care.
"Hi." Lira purred, hunger in her eyes. Cait could see that was a mask though, Lira was definitely still trying to distract her. She peeled the redhead off of her, kissing her forehead as she set her down. Her lips tasted salty afterwards, looked like Lira hadn't been lying about dragging stuff up here.
"Hey." Cait finally responded. It was tough to communicate 'talk later' with just your eyes, but she tried. Then she smiled, smacked Lira on the aforementioned dumptruck, and hefted the heavy box into the kitchen.
"Uh… Kennedy," she called. "Looks like we're already pretty stocked on this stuff."
She held up a saucepan she found in the cupboard alongside what looked to her like an identical one from Kennedy's stuff. Kennedy's head poked back out of her room, scowl returning when she saw what Cait was holding up.
"You wouldn't know quality if it bit you in the ass, Cait." She sniped, storming over. The effect was offset somewhat by the pleasant way her big boobies bounced without anything to hold them steady. Her scowl deepened when she saw Cait's grin, and she snatched the pans from her.
"This is $25 from Target." She said holding up one of the identical pans. She then presented the other, almost reverently. "This is part of a $2100 Michelin-rated cook set. You are not 'stocked'. Go help Lira decorate, I'm taking over here."
Cait squinted at her, and looked harder at the pans.
"Lira," she called. "Is Kennedy actually a good cook or is she one of those folks that makes up for something by-"
"Throwing money at it?" Lira finished, Kennedy scowling at her now. Lira laughed, and gave a smirking shake of her head. "Nah, Swan taught her how to cook, so she's hella good. Best to listen to her on this. C'mon, help me with these lights."
Lira was balanced on her tiptoes, perched on a stool, trying to reach the ceiling and string up some cafe lighting. Cait sauntered over, and promptly kicked the stool out from under her. Her yelp became shrieking laughter as Cait caught her around the waist before she'd fallen more than a few inches, tickling her sides.
"Dick!" Lira yelled, but couldn't keep her face mad under Cait's assault. The brawny amazon relented quickly, and lifted her petite paramour up by her grip around her waist. This brought her face-to-glorious-ass with her, and Cait couldn't resist running her tongue along her lower back, just above her waistband. She was rewarded with first a shiver, then a playful slap.
"Ah ah! Work first, play later." Lira went to work on the string of lights with a staple gun, and with Cait's ability to lock her arms, it was easy to walk her around the room, getting the job done in a few minutes.
They spent the next hour putting up posters, unpacking blankets and pillows, ending up with the living room looking like a particularly comfy gothic-themed home theater.
"These all your posters, Kennedy?" Cait called into her room, where the goth babe had returned to setting up her own space. She peeked her head out again and whistled at the work the two had done. She saw Cait gesturing at the posters and beamed with pride.
"Yeah! God, have you seen that one?" She walked out into the room, taking it in. "Grave Encounters is, without exception, the toppest of tiers for found footage. Imagine Zak Bagans actually found a ghost and it kicked his ass."
"Who?" Cait asked, confused but happy to see Kennedy's enthusiasm. She boggled at him, the striking yellow of her eyes stark against the exposed whites.
"Fucking WHO?!" Kennedy groaned, flopping down on the couch and switching on the wall sized TV "We have sooooo much culture to catch you up on, Cornfed."
"Start at the beginning! He tries to punch more ghosts at the start!" Lira started to vault over the couch to join Kennedy, but Cait grabbed her out of the air for the second time that evening.
"Nope! You're coming with me." She grinned at Kennedy, who scowled back as she carried Lira into her room. "Raincheck, Kennedy!"
Shutting the door behind her, she set Lira on the floor. The redhead gave her best sexy pout as she looked up at Cait looming over her.
"Not gonna toss me on the bed this time?" She whined, her pout turning to an evil grin as she worked her fingers into Cait's waistband. Cait wasn't about to stop that, but kept her face serious.
"Lira, come on. Last night you said you were 'going to get Kennedy ready for me', and its hard to see how that's not a little fucked, up. She obviously has some issues with intimacy, I doubt she needs pressure to jump my bones. Even if I wasn't worried about that, it'd be tough not to feel a little pimped out." Cait's tone was a lot heavier than she usually used, but as she said it she knew she was right.
Lira's face fell, and the fingers she had hooked in her waistband gripped into tight fists.
"Cait…. I…." Lira sighed, none of the ever-present playfulness in her voice. She sighed, a lot of emotions in it Cait didn't understand. She looked up at Cait then, and Cait was surprised to see steel in them. "I need you to trust me. You're right, about all of that, yeah, Kennedy has baggage. It's not my place to talk about it. Yeah, you're being used here a bit. But it's for a good cause, and if I could tell you I think you'd agree with me!"
Her eyes and voice had taken on a pleading tone, and she looked more vulnerable than Cait had ever seen her. Given their activities the past couple days, that was saying something. Her words definitely hadn't made Cait feel better, but she also seemed entirely earnest.
"I've got a plan, and yeah, Swan and Kennedy are in on it, and no, its probably not perfect, and yes, its technically fucked up. But I think it'll work!" Lira was trying to force the honesty in her words into Cait's mind through her eyes, and it was working. She hugged Cait tight around her solid waist, pressing herself into her. "And… I want you to know, that first night wasn't part of it. The idea came after that. Its just my readings on you, your whole attitude towards sex, the fact you seem to be a genuinely kind and good person and how goddamn well you fuck…. It gave me an idea how to help someone important to me, in a way I think would only work with specifically you, and specifically her."
Her eyes were starting to fill with tears now, doubt and guilt clear on her face. Cait pulled her head to her chest, stroking her flaming hair. She held her there for a minute, rolling what she'd said around in her mind. Clearly, she thought having sex with Cait would help Kennedy somehow.
Okay, maybe some empathic thing? Idk how I feel about Kennedy riding along with Lira when I'm having the kind of dirty ball slappin' sex we're likely to get up too….
Actually nah, just kidding that sounds hot as fuck. But is it okay? Kennedy has some problems that I don't know about and don't feel like I have the right to ask about. On the other hand, it doesn't sound like she's being forced into anything. It's not like I know her well enough to make a call on what she can handle or what's good for her.
And also, damn, her mom is in on it, and unless I'm the wrongest anyone has ever been, also trying to fuck me. Director Swan doesn't seem like she'd win the Worst Mother Award that implies, so there's clearly some stuff I'm missing.
So, pros: great sex on tap with a fantastically hot girl, maybe fantastic sex with a woman who's basically a MILF elemental, and possibly emotional healing for her unbelievably sexy goth daughter who I have definitely caught feelings for, and then maybe sex with said daughter. Pretty good pros.
Cons: Maybe fuck up a lot of important relationships for said incredibly sexy goth, and make things worse for someone who's already sick. Not fucking great cons.
Cait loosened her grip on Lira's head, letting her pull back from her chest and meet her eyes. The plea in them was clear. Lira thought whatever she had planned would work.
Alright. Who am I to say what's best for her best friend? And the fuckin' ego on me to think I could really come between them or, god forbid, the Director and Kennedy.
Relationships are built on trust.
Cait let her face break into a smile then, and Lira matched it, a tear finally dropping from one stunning green eye. Cait wiped it away, and kissed her.
"Cait Smith, reporting to be used." She joked as she pulled away, only for Lira to pull her back into a deeper kiss, before pushing her onto the bed. She wiggled out of her athletic wear, and Cait scrambled to catch up.
Lira yanked Cait's jeans the rest of the way off, the Amazon not moving fast enough for her. As Cait stripped off her tank, she felt Lira's tongue run up her inner thigh before lapping at one of her balls. She finally wiggled out of her top to look down at Lira, finding her eyes locked on hers as she played with Cait's balls on her tongue. Cait's already hard cock covered half her face, making the prettiest picture she's ever seen. It felt amazing, god did it feel amazing, but Cait didn't think she was the one that needed some pampering right now.
Lira mewled as Cait easily pulled her up into a kiss. She brought her hands to either side of Cait's face cupping it and pushing her lips harder against the huge woman's. Their tongues danced together like that, as Lira brought her thighs tight around Cait's cock, grinding it against her warm, wet slit. Cait kneaded her firm asscheeks, feeling the muscle beneath work as Lira slid her pussy along her shaft. When Lira was wet enough that Cait was sliding easily between her thighs with a soft schlick-ing sound, she grabbed Lira's wrists and flipped them both over, positioning herself above her.
Lira gazed up at her, cheeks flushed and breath heavy. As Cait held her arms up above her head, leaving Lira completely exposed, she took the vision before her in.
My god, she's like a dream, Cait thought, watching a bead of sweat trace its way from Lira's neck along the swell of one of her pert breasts.
Slowly, Cait released her grip on Lira's wrists, intertwined her fingers with her own, and entered her. Lira gasped as Cait slid her full length into her, but the motion was easy, and the gasp wasn't from pain. Lira closed her eyes, bit her lip, and leaned back into the pillow as Cait began to work herself in and out of her. Cait kept that motion up, leaning down enough to kiss and lick at Lira's neck. She could taste the sweat of the day, and the sweet flavor that was uniquely hers. Emotions as high as they were, it wasn't long before Lira's breaths were coming quicker, and Cait's thrusts were growing rougher. They locked together in a kiss, Lira's legs holding Cait tight as she finished deep inside her. They held that for a long minute, each feeling the other's pulse where they were connected.
When Cait finally pulled away, and met Lira's eyes, there was a moment she could've sworn that Lira's sparkling green eyes were distinctly more yellow, but then she blinked and the moment had passed. She rolled off of Lira, and she cuddled up into Cait's arm.
"You're so boring." She teased, kissing the side of Cait's breast. That wasn't what Cait had expected to hear, and lifted herself up enough to cock an eyebrow at her. Lira was smiling up at her gleefully.
"I mean, missionary? We're not in middle school, Cait." She put on her best bratty face, sticking her tongue out at Cait. For her part, Cait just rolled her eyes and dropped back onto her pillow.
"Got it. Only upside down anal piledriver from now on, message received." Cait heard Lira laugh nervously from her hidey hole, but notably, not sound a rejection of the idea. "Oh! Hey, this seems less important than it did, but I still want the tea. That was a hell of a kiss with the Director last night. There something between you two?"
Lira sighed wistfully.
"There has been. Your typical daughters-best-friend-seduces-MILF scenario, you know?" She said, like that explained things.
"That doesn't happen." Cait responded.
"Hah! None of this happens!" Lira had a good point. "Sometimes I think my real power is that my life works by porn logic. Good thing I like it that way."
With that last bit, she pulled herself up into a kiss, one hand starting to work Cait's shaft. Cait grinned at her, definitely game for more.
"One more question before we kick this off."
"Shoot," Lira said.
"Does Swan taste like chicken?"
If Lira thought rough sex was the proper way to negatively reinforce bad wordplay, she was going to be pretty unpleasantly surprised.
A little over an hour later, Lira rolled off of Cait for the 3rd time, this time dropping to the bed with finality.
"I hate that I'm the one that gets tired out." She pouted. "I am not used to that."
Cait rolled over to kiss her tenderly, before smirking and giving a titty a swat.
"You don't do too bad for a puny human!" She jumped off the bed, but not fast enough to avoid a smack on the ass from Lira. She made for the bathroom, and while she showered the sex off of her realized two things: 1. Despite the fullness of the day, it was only like 8 o'clock in the evening, and 2. She hadn't eaten since Eyebite made an Arby's pit stop on the way back to AEGIS.
Throwing on the bare minimum to rejoin society, she rushed out of the room on a mission for munchin'. She was greeted by a returning Breastman and Gwyn, and more importantly, two steaming paper bags held in his tentacles. Already salivating at the smell of warm bread and spicy meat emanating from the bags, Cait took her shot.
"Those wouldn't happen to be unclaimed, would they?" She asked, and Gwyn looked confused.
"They are…" She started, and her confusion grew as Cait's face fell. "By you and Lira though, right?"
Breastman shot out a bag towards Cait, who grabbed it hungrily. Lira strode out, beaming at Gwyn.
"Gwynevere! You beautiful big boobied babe! Thanks for helping me out." She called, hugging the blushing nerd and accepting the other bag from Breastman. Gwyn plopped down on the couch next to Kennedy, and Breastman slithered onto her lap, happily cuddling in. There was more resemblance between him and Salad, curled up on Kennedy's lap, than you'd expect between adorable housecat and tentacle monster.
As Cait unwrapped what turned out to be a gorgeous meatball sub, she looked lovingly at Lira.
Definitely too early to tell her I love her, but damn if it ain't hard to call this feeling anything else. Also, kudos for the confidence to come out here when she definitely still has a liter of love inside her, I know she didn't have time to shower.
Lira shot a wink back to Cait before tearing into her own sub. As Cait followed suit, her eyes wandered back to Kennedy. She was playing it cool, but she had the same telltale flush to her cheeks that Cait and Lira wore.
I wonder how much of that she was there for….. heh, wonder if Salad sat there the whole time. Little bastard has stayed put through worse.
Careful not to drip any marinara on the upholstery, Cait took the opposite side from Gwyn on the couch next to Kennedy. Salad perked up, stretching and 'stealthily' creeping onto her lap, very interested in the sub. Cait kept him at bay with her elbows as she watched a jacked idiot yell at ghosts on the TV.
"So," she asked between bites. "This is the culture you needed to steep me in?"
"Hm?" Kennedy suddenly seemed to snap out of a blissful trance, registering Cait next to her and the show she was pointing at. "Oh! Yeah!"
She seemed excited now, animatedly waving at the screen.
"This is the entry point for ghost TV!" She explained, dead serious that the show was of historical importance. "Yeah, maybe they look like idiots. Yeah, there's a lot of orbs and EVP that is definitely nothing. But!"
She held up a finger like a lecturing teacher.
"It's accessible. They explain all the equipment, all the terms, and despite how silly the situations get, they never seem anything but entirely earnest. Give it a chance, I guarantee you'll start to enjoy it."
She finished, nodding excitedly at Cait. Their gaze locked for a little longer than the situation called for, and Cait thought of the gold she saw shoot through Lira's eyes. Kennedy might not be able to read minds, exactly, but she wasn't an idiot. The flush in her cheeks deepened into a full blush and she quickly fixed her eyes back on the TV, crossing her arms and settling back into the reclining couch.
Cait joined her, kicking up her footrest and finishing off her sub as Lira climbed into her lap. Cait stroked her hair when she laid her head against her shoulder, and the night passed as one of the happiest Cait had known since high school.