Part XXVI - Yearnings So Perverse

With the Jonas Brothers echoing faintly from the speakers of the MP3 player on her desk, Tia Jalone sat in the center of her bed, little multicolored ponies prancing away from her across the rectangular bed spread. She sat Indian-style on the soft quilt, doing her best to ignore the silent throb in her recently deflowered butt. And doing the best not to think about ... about what she had told Kev Heterson.

Nope!

Not gonna to think about it anymore, nope, nuh-uh. It was ... was a slip of the tongue, the heat of the moment brought it out, I didn’t mean it--I couldn’t mean it!--so I didn’t. I was just caught up, who’d a-thought getting it in the ... from be...

Uh ... backdoor?

Yuck! Dang, there just is no way to look at what I--we--what happened in the tool shed in a way that isn’t ultra disgusting! He--Kev--that jerk! He did me in ... in the behind!

And it felt so good!

No! What am I saying?! It hurt! It--It was wrong! It’s the worst! Only gross people do that. Well, except for men who like other men, but what else are they supposed to do?! Anyway, I’m a girl, and we don’t ... aren’t supposed to...

... but it DID feel so good! In the end! Wait, that came out sorta wrong...

Against all odds, a coy little smile curled Tia’s lips. Well ... it did feel good ... in the end. Really good, actually, I ... came so hard, lost control of myself, said things--something I shouldn’t have.

What must Kev be thinking?! I--I said ... I said I love-

“NO!”

Tia slapped her folded knees hard to emphasize her self-recriminating growl. I told myself I wasn’t going to think about this anymore, I hardly slept last night it’s all I could think about, and now I am done with it. Finished! I don’t love Kev Heterson, not a chance, he is pure scum and for cripe’s sake he is BLACKMAILING me! Kev belongs in jail, or--or worse!

Daddy would kill him if he knew what he’s done. How he’s violated my mouth and--and my behind, and how he’s promised to ... to take the r-rest of me! Nope, if he knew any of this Daddy wouldn’t hesitate to snap Kev’s scrawny neck and, and--what am I doing?! I said I was done driving myself crazy over this, I’m supposed to be writing on my computer, jeez, why did I stop?

The little brunette snatched up her laptop and took a deep breath, arranged her dainty fingers on the keys. Tia had decided that the best way to try and forget the awful (wonderful?? Stop it!) events of the day before was by trying her hand at writing again, so with her plucky tongue firmly gripped between clenched teeth she stared down into the glowing LCD screen of the laptop which once again sat, appropriately, upon her narrow lap, and returned to her typing.

It came easier then she thought it would and soon her confident hands were moving almost in a blur as they stabbed and poked at the keyboard, but it wasn’t the soon to be overdue Biology paper she was slaving over, nope, though biology was definitely playing a major part. In fact, it just had, that was just the problem...

Nancy Drew and the Mystery of the Sticky Face

By breakawaychamp14

First Chapter - The Slimed Sleuth

Elizabeth “Bess” Marvin looked up in alarm as the door to her bedroom burst open and her bestest pal in the whole wide world dashed in.

“Nancy?! Nancy Drew? What are you doing here? And--And what’s that all over your face?”

“You tell me, Bess!” exclaimed the curly-haired blonde as she quickly shut the door then crossed the room and dropped onto the bed beside her plump friend. “I woke up this way! It was all I could do to get across town without anybody seeing me! Gosh heck, my housekeeper Hannah nearly caught sight of me before I could get to Daddy’s car. Am I ever glad for tinted windows! What a keen invention, eh?”

“And how!” nodded chubby-cheeked Bess fervently, “But what ever could this slimy, whitish gunk be?” she drew a nervous finger down Nancy’s left cheek, scraping some of the weird substance off.

“You got me, bud!” Nancy pursed her lips in vexation, making the hardened stuff on her other cheek crack, “It sure is starting to get itchy though.”

“Why didn’t you wash it off?” asked Bess as she sniffed at the lump on her fingernail.

“What?!” Nancy looked shocked, “I’m a super detective, remember? And what’s the number one rule of a crime scene, Bess?”

“Oh, that’s right, sorry Nancy.” Bess tasted the gunk with the tip of her tongue. Huh, so salty!

“Repeat the rule!” her pal prodded her firmly in the left breast just above the round protruding lump her nipple.

“Um ... let’s see...” frowned her porky sidekick, “never disturb the evidence until the crime is solved?”

Nancy clapped her hands, making the firm breasts beneath her sheer Cashmere sweater bounce in a jaunty fashion, “Exactly! So when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror I made sure to not touch it. I came right over here. Lend me one of your slides, ‘kay?”

Bess rolled her eyes and fished a fresh glass rectangle from the little wooden box beside her bed, handed it over, “Your microscope is broken AGAIN, Nancy? Oh, gosh darnit.”

“Why do you think I came straight here, pal?” grinned the blonde, sending little white flakes sprinkling down onto the slope of her jutting cleavage. She peeled a circular chunk of the mysterious substance from her chim and seperating the slides for a second trapped it between them.

Bess opened the drawer of her nightside table and pulled out her microscope, set it on the bed between them. Nancy stuck in the slide and leaning over the lense began fiddling with the knob. This pushed her head close to Bess’s face and her bossom buddy’s nostrils flared at the thick floral scent rising up from the soft, luxorious golden locks.

Gee wilikers, there I go again, that weird feeling is back, what the deuce is it?!

Bess chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully and fought the urge to grip her friend’s shoulders and pull her close.

I’d better be careful ‘cause I’m wearing brand new underwears!

“Um ... Nancy? H-Have you solved the clue yet?”

“Not even, Bess! This stuff is weird! You know what, I think it might have once even been ... been alive!”

“Alive?! A-Amazing!”

Nancy looked up from the microscope with a frown, “Why the heck are you stammering, Bess? Are you cold or something?”

“Um ... yes. Yes indeed, I’m cold.”

“Oh, that’s too bad, you poor dear! You must be coming down with a sniffle! Here!” and Nancy pulled off her thick sweater, leaving her torso only covered with a cotton bra, and handed it over to her pal, “Put this on. It’s my extra warm one, but you need it way more then me!”

Bess licked her lips as she studied her friend, “Uh ... okay ... But better yet, Nancy?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe I should get under the covers. And you ... you could maybe join me?”

“Sure!”

A moment later the two friends were spooning beneath the thick covers of Bess’s four poster bed.

“Hey, Bess?”

“Yes, Nancy?”

“You forgot to put my sweater on over your blouse.”

“Uh ... it will be easier for us to share heat if I leave it off.”

“Oh, you’re ever so smart, Bess!”

“In fact...” and sitting up for a moment Bess unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the floor, then lay back down and pulling the covers over their heads she rolled over to face Nancy and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Wow, good idea, Bess!” Nancy declared in their inky dark refuge under the bedcovers, “Now we can really share heat!”

“Th-Tha’s the ... the idea ... mmmmm...” Bess buried her face in Nancy’s thick curly locks and ran her hands down her bare back.

“Oops, Bess!” ejaculated the super sleuth, “I think you just unhooked my brassiere!”

“You sure talk a lot.”

“I know!” laughed Nancy as she lowered her arms to allow her friend to finish pulling the undergarment off, “My boyfriend Ned told me the same thing last night during our sleepover.”

Bess paused her groping for a moment, “Wait, Nancy ... Ned Nickerson stayed at your house last night?”

“Yep! He slept on the floor beside my bed, it was so nice, we chatted well past ten o’clock about old cases, then I fell asleep.”

“Did you now...” Bess finished tugging off her own brassiere too and pressed in closely, squishing her much bigger breasts into Nancy’s firm normal sized ones, their hard nipples scraped across each other, making Bess groan softly.

“Ned is the greatest boyfriend a girl investigator could ever have, Bess!” declared Nancy, “Gosh, in the middle of the night I woke up for a second and do you know what I found him doing?”

“Mumph!” Bess was chewing her shoulder, “I can probably guess.”

“He was standing guard over me, what a dear! Yes indeedy, he was right there, leaning over my face in the dark, making sure I was sleeping okay! What a doll he is, Bess!”

“He’s the bee’s knees, yep.” and gripping Nancy’s left breast she lowered her face to it and began to suckle at the nipple.

“Oh! Bess! Oh! What--What are you doing?!”

Her friend made no reply, she was too busy sucking in the breast while her big hands slipped under Nancy’s poodle skirt and started tugging down her underwear.

“Golly!” gasped Nancy as Bess’s stubby index finger roughly pushed it’s way into her wet...

Boom-boom-bam! “Tia!”

She looked up from the laptop, red-cheeked face glowing in surprise, and stared at her bedroom door as it shook in the frame.

“Daddy?!” she quickly activated her document program’s auto spellcheck, “Daddy? What is it?”

“The pizza--it’s here! Didn’t you hear me calling up to you?”

“Um ... sorry!” the document clicked ready on the laptop’s screen and Tia added a “To be continued...” on the end, hit save, then called down to her father again “Okay! I--I will be right down!

“You’d better,” answered her father as he descended the steps, “or I’m eating all the peperoni off your half.”

“Daddy!” she declared in mock-horror, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Better hurry then.” he replied with a chuckle, then he was gone.

Tia sighed and opened her internet browser, clicked the bookmark for the erotic fanfic site she’d found, then uploaded the chapter. Can’t believe I’m actually doing this! I feel so--so naughty!

She shut her laptop and rising from the bed she dropped it on her make-up table as she headed for her bureau in search of a fresh pair of panties.