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It was quiet. Unbearably quiet. Even for Wednesday, a person who loved and craved for peace and silence, it seemed to upset her. She looked back at her — Enid, a person who loved over-explaining things, was quiet. She was upset.
It ran through Wednesday’s mind — more than she wanted it to. Wednesday never shouted — never — but, today, she couldn’t help herself.
Wednesday walked up to her. She didn’t want to do this. But, a part inside her cold heart forced her to.
‘Hey, Enid.’ She tried her best to add as much emotion as she could to her monotonous voice.
‘What do you want, Wednesday?’
‘I…’ Wednesday struggled. ‘I’m…sorry.’
Wednesday sat opposite from Enid. She stared into Wednesday’s lifeless eyes. A small smile formed on the edges of her mouth. Enid shifted closer.
‘Can you…forgive me?’ Enid looked at Wednesday. She was struggling, all right.
‘Fine. But I'll forgive you under one condition.’
Wednesday groaned on the inside.
‘Fine.’
It was something Wednesday didn’t expect. Hell — it wasn’t even on the fucking list. But there was a warmth to Enid’s lips. A feeling of…happiness?
No. Happiness was a temporary feeling.
But, somehow, Wednesday couldn’t help enjoy this feeling.
Enid was taken-aback. She thought Wednesday would push her back and probably curse — but — it was the complete opposite. Wednesday melted into the kiss. Enid saw a chance. And she took it.
Wednesday shrieked a little on the inside — something that usually never happened. Enid’s tongue slipping into her mouth, was also something that never usually happened, but, there’s a first for everything, right?
Wednesday didn’t retaliate. Instead, she let her tongue meet Enid’s.
It was a new feeling — something Wednesday hadn’t felt in her entire life.
Enid’s hand rested on Wednesday’s jet-black hair as her tongue slid around Wednesday’s mouth.
Their mouths detached with a string of saliva. Wednesday stared into Enid’s blue eyes. They looked…strangely beautiful.
No. What was she thinking? What is she doing?
A part of Wednesday wanted to stop. To leave. But another part enjoyed this. Yearned for this.
The white Thinkin’ About Rainbows T-shirt came off Enid’s skinny body. Wednesday’s eyes fell on her white bra.
‘What are you do—’ Enid’s bra fell onto Wednesday’s lap. She froze. She’d never been in this situation.
Enid’s round breasts stood upright, almost like they were inviting Wednesday.
‘Take yours off too.’ Enid whispered.
‘What? Why?’ Wednesday replied, clueless to where this was going.
‘Please…?’ Wednesday couldn’t resist Enid’s face.
She pushed off her black T-shirt (that Enid had forced her to wear prior to the argument), throwing it onto the ground next to Enid’s T-shirt and bra.
‘Why is all your wear black?’ Enid stared at Wednesday’s ironic black bra.
‘I enjoy black.’ Wednesday hissed as her bra came off. Enid stared — a bit too long maybe — at Wednesday’s tits. Enid leaned closer, pressing her chest against Wednesday’s. She breathed into her face.
Enid placed a hand onto Wednesday’s shoulder. The other in her pants. Wednesday dropped her eyes to Enid’s pinkish-purple pyjama-pants. Enid’s hand shook inside them. Was she fingering herself?!
Enid moaned into Wednesday’s face, pushing her pants off hastily, her middle now visibly inside herself. Then — Enid pulled it out, placing it onto Wednesday’s other shoulder. Wednesday looked at her roommate, fully nude in front of her. A first.
‘Finger me.’ Enid moaned.
‘What — no —’
Enid pulled that face again. That face she couldn’t resist. Wednesday gave in. Slowly, she slipped her hand between Enid’s folds. Into her. It felt warm in there. She felt Enid’s pussy tighten around her finger. Enid moved her hips slightly.
‘Yes, Wednesday — just like that — ough…’
This was definitely a first.
Wednesday pushed a second finger in — something Enid didn’t expect.
‘Fuck, Wednesday…’ Enid moaned again, leaning into Wednesday’s lips again.
Wednesday’s smooth skin rubbed against the wetness of Enid’s walls. She could feel her own walls get wet. Another first.
That’s when it happened. An orgasm rushed through Enid, soaking Wednesday’s hand. But Wednesday didn’t withdraw her hand in disgust. Something she herself questioned for a moment.
Enid leaned out of the kiss, lowering herself onto her back.
Wednesday knew what Enid wanted her to do. It was almost like the old Wednesday was gone. The new Wednesday was different. She seemed…happy. In love.
Wednesday bent over, sitting onto her stomach, her tits (which were ever so slightly smaller than Enid’s) pressing against the soft duvet of Enid’s squirt soaked bed. Wednesday placed herself right in front of it — rosy pink — wet. Her tongue went in first, the tip of her cold nose pressing against the top of her clit.
She tasted salty. She looked up at Enid’s face. Enjoying it. Wednesday let something that looked like a smile. Wednesday’s tongue flicked in and out of Enid’s tight pussy. Enid looked down at Wednesday. She seemed different. She didn’t have the cold, careless demeanour to her anymore. She seemed like she was legitimately enjoying this. Either that, or it was that Wednesday’s tongue fucking her like this was making her lose her mind. She hoped the first option.
‘Fuck!’ Enid cried, letting out a wave straight into Wednesday’s face. But Wednesday didn’t look upset. Not at all.
Enid pushed herself upright, her boobs still sitting hornily upright. She placed her hands on the hem of Wednesday’s tracks (which Enid also forced her to wear), and pushed them down along with her underwear.
Now Wednesday was the one on her back. Enid stared dreamily into Wednesday’s black eyes. Wednesday smiled back at her.
Enid placed herself on Wednesday’s lap. Then she shifted her hips, grinding her pussy against Wednesday’s.
Enid leaned into Wednesday, placing her arms onto her shoulders.
It was hot on that bed.
Enid’s soft, white breasts shook in front of Wednesday’s eyes as Enid grinded against her. Wednesday gave them a small squeeze.
‘Fuck — do that again — oh — yes Wednesday — augh —’
Then, Enid stopped. She got up. Wednesday straightened herself, a little confused.
‘What?’
‘Just getting something.’ Wednesday got a glance of Enid’s ass. A tint of red appeared on her cheeks.
Enid brought out something circular out of her trunk — it had a strap.
‘What is that?’ Wednesday looked at Enid’s face, then to the strange object in her hand. Enid sat down.
‘It’s a strap-on.’ Enid looked at Wednesday’s confused expression. ‘Have you never heard of dildos?’
Wednesday gave a nod.
‘You should try it.’ Enid suggested. ‘Get up.’
Wednesday got up. It was a bit embarrassing to be standing unclothed in this room.
Enid placed it around Wednesday’s waist. Tightened it.
‘Is that okay?’ Enid asked, looking rather proud of herself.
‘Y-yeah, but what is this supposed to do?’ Wednesday poked at the dildo.
‘Don’t tell me you’ve never used a dildo.’ Enid looked baffled. ‘You really need to learn your way around sex toys, Wednesday Addams.’
The way she said Wednesday's name, it almost made her cum.
‘Come here.’ Enid dragged her back to her bed, covered in both their fluids.
Enid laid on her back. ‘Put it in.’
‘What, like straight sex?’
‘She’s learning.’ Enid giggled. Wednesday slowly pushed it into Enid’s clit. Wednesday struggled a little — pushing — then getting stuck — pulling it out.
‘You know what? I’ll show you how to do it first.’
Before Wednesday could think, she was on her back, and the strap-on was off her waist and on Enid’s waist.
‘Just beware: this might feel a bit too good.’
‘What do you mean by that—’ Enid pushed through Wednesday’s folds. Pleasure filled Wednesday’s waist down — and eventually upper too.
‘Enjoying it?’ Enid didn’t wait for an answer. ‘Then let’s kick it up a notch.’
Enid thrusted faster. Wednesday didn’t retaliate — or rather — she couldn’t. It felt way too good.
Letting her guard down, a moan slipped out of Wednesday’s mouth. One that made Enid even hornier.
The silicone rubbed against Wednesday’s walls — almost reaching her tip.
Wednesday’s moans became more frequent.
Then — she felt something. Something was about to come out.
‘Enid — there’s something coming — wait —’
But Enid was too focused on fucking Wednesday with all the energy her confetti-filled drink (as Wednesday called it) gave her. She circled her thumb around Wednesday’s rosy nipples.
‘Don’t worry.’ Was all that Enid said. She placed her hand in Wednesday’s as Enid’s bed rocked to their rhythm.
It came out splashing. Wednesday let out a loud moan, letting out waves of orgasms out onto Enid’s bare stomach, her back arching high, letting some reach as high as Enid’s chest. Enid let out a small, satisfied smile as she looked at Wednesday tilt her head back in pleasure.
‘Was…that a good enough apology?’ Wednesday panted, the soaked dildo still inside her.
Enid leaned all the way down, until her lips were only centimetres away from Wednesday’s. Her voice came out in a low whisper — one that would beat any of Wednesday’s creepy monologues by a long shot —
‘The very best.’