It Does feel good

Jean Mary gasped, a shiver of shame and excitement running through her.

Blair lips parted and then curled in disgust. A quiver ran through her body, and she felt her stomach clench. A moment later she felt bile rising in her throat and only just managed to stop it from reaching a critical level.

Jean Mary’s eyes widened and her lips parted. She tried to speak, but her words left her as she met Blair’s eyes.

Desperately, Jean Mary’s hand lifted from her side and she extended it in front of her, towards Blair.

“Ugh,” Blair managed choke out, the sound accompanied by a full body shudder.

The verbalization stirred her into motion, and with one last revolted look at Jean Mary she turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom.

Jean Mary’s eyes lowered in shame.

Her arm flopped back to her side, useless.

“She could have joined in,” Francis murmured against Jean Mary’s neck, her hand between Jean Mary’s legs, her thumb circling her clit, making Jean Mary twitch, before she dipped her fingers inside of the blonde once more.

Involuntarily, Jean Mary shuddered and bucked.

Francis smiled against her neck.

Jean Mary lifted her hands to Francis’s shoulders, and pushed; the motion hard enough to break the contact between Francis’s lips and her neck.

All she could see in her mind’s eyes was Blair’s appalled expression, and she was appalled herself.

Francis was a stain. She was one of the most vile human-beings Jean Mary that had ever encountered. Jean Mary was pretty sure that she was soulless. Francis was everything that she had ever hated in anyone, ever, all compacted into one impeccably dressed, 5 foot 7 inch package of privileged malevolence.

And she was pressed up against the side of a washroom stall, with her panties around her ankles and Francis’s fingers inside of her, wet enough that she could hear Francis fucking her.

Jean Mary’s eyes fluttered. The thought of what she was doing, the realization, only making her wetter.

Francis trained her hawk-like gaze on Jean Mary and curled her fingers inside of the blonde, loving the way the blonde’s hips rolled into her. Francis hadn’t thought it possible, but Jean Mary was even hornier than before Blair had walked in, and the knowledge made her moan.

Jean Mary was a dirty bitch, and Francis loved every filthy inch of her.

“I could stop,” Francis said softly, her fingers stilling as she stared at Jean Mary unblinkingly as the blonde’s hands remained on her shoulders.

Jean Mary’s breathing was shallow and rapid and she had to fight to keep her hips from bucking.

It was wrong.

It was more than wrong.

It was sick.

She didn’t just dislike Francis, she loathed her.

Francis was fucking evil. She was a goddamn sociopath. She was blackmailing her and trying to destroy her life.

Francis wiggled her fingers and Jean Mary whimpered.

She should never have let Francis touch like this in the first place. And she certainly shouldn’t have allowed it to happen again, now, after all that had happened between them.

She should stop it. She could stop it. Francis was presenting her with an opportunity to end it.

But she hesitated.

She wanted Francis to continue.

No!

Yes!

Fuck!

Jean Mary’s body rebelled. Her hips twitched into Francis’s hand, driving the brunette’s fingers deeper inside of her and she moaned. The sound was long and luxurious, a wanton vocalization that would have made a whore blush.

Jean Mary dropped her hands from Francis’s shoulders, submitting to the pleasure she knew the brunette’s fingers would bring her.

Francis smiled victoriously, reveling in her conquest. Fucking Jean Mary had always been a practically religious experience, but it was even more satisfying this time.

Jean Mary had fought her so hard, had been so mean, so smug and superior. She’d had to work so much harder than before to make the blonde see, to make her understand that they were alike the two of them.

But, Jean Mary knew now. She had forced the blonde to admit it to herself. Jean Mary was every bit as dirty, perverted and fucked up as she was, and no number of sanctimonious boyfriends or hours spent studying for the SATs would change that.

Jean Mary didn’t want her to stop, and knowledge almost made Francis come.

Francis leaned forward and Jean Mary opened her mouth to her, moaning into their kiss as Francis’s fingers began to move inside of her once more.

Shame and desire washed through Jean Mary in a heady mixture that made her heart pound and she flicked her tongue against Francis’s lip, and then bit down on the flesh hotly. Francis moaned, and Jean Mary lifted her leg, wrapping it around Francis’s waist giving the brunette better access to her as she sucked Francis’s lip into her mouth.

“That’s my girl,” Francis cooed against Jean Mary’s mouth, pressing the ball of her against the blonde’s clit roughly; her lips curling predatorily as Jean Mary hissed and arched up into her hand.

She increased the speed of her thrusts needing to see Jean Mary come more than she needed to come herself.

Jean Mary sighed and pushed her hips forward, her eyes rolling back deliriously as she moved in time with Francis’s fingers.

It was sick and wrong.

Jean Mary clawed at Francis’s back and mewled, knowing that she was going to come.

They were sick and wrong.

Jean Mary’s head slammed against the wall of the stall and her hips canted forward, jerking uncontrollably as spasms rocked her body.

It was so fucked up.

Jean Mary slumped against the wall, her leg uncurling from around Francis and falling to the floor.

The problem was it just felt so fucking good.

The End