[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 129: Graduation Arc: Four

"Guuuurrrllll!" Brie slid onto the lunch bench next to Aurora during lunch. "Did you hear about Sara and Cathy fucking?"

"Whaaaat?" Aurora said, her hamburger barely to her mouth.

"I heard," Brie said leaning into Aurora’s ears:

Sara and Cathy walked into the theatre with one another. Coming to see quickly the theatre was practically empty. Cathy took her had into the Omega’s and led Sara up the stairs to the final row.

They sat down next to each other, watching the trailers before the movie started. Their hands already finding their way to each other. They smiled in the darkness, their eyes focusing on the screen while Sara began to rub into Cathy’s crouched, getting the Alpha’s clit hard.

Cathy shuddered at the sensation, turning her face towards Sara’s neck and kissing gently as Sara continued to rub faster. Sara felt Cathy’s breath hitch against her skin, the soft pressure of lips trailing to her jawline.

The Omega’s fingers moved rhythmically, each stroke deliberate, sliding beneath Cathy’s skirt to trace damp lace seams, pushing elastic aside until bare skin met bare skin. Cathys hips bucked involuntarily; Sara felt thighs tighten against her wrist.

Sara undid Cathy’s pants, rubbing her boxer briefs, and then pulling the clit out, eight inches and thick, fat with veins protruding.

Sara smiled as she leaned down and kissed the swollen clit head gently, kissing each vein trailing down the shaft.

Sara instinctively coated her lips. Her tongue flattened against the underside. She traced every ridge with deliberate slowness.

The response was instant. Cathy stiffened. A choked gasp escaped her, silent but forceful against the movie’s soundtrack. Her fingers tangled violently in Sara’s hair. Sara relished it: the firmness, the salty tang already blooming on her tongue, the pulsing heat beneath her lips. Her entire focus narrowed to this thick, straining length filling her mouth. Her jaw stretched wide to accommodate its girth.

She hollowed her cheeks, creating suction. The underside ridge teased her soft palate. She worked slowly, deliberately tasting every raised vein, tracing paths with swirling motions of her tongue.

Cathy’s thigh muscles trembled against hers. The Alpha’s hips jerked upward, seeking deeper pressure, a strangled whine vibrating low in her throat.

Sara felt the intricate topography of the clit with her tongue, the flare beneath the head, the heavy veins snaking downward, each detail a roadmap to her lover’s building tension.

Her jaw ached gloriously with the effort of accommodating Cathy’s thickness. She adjusted, angling her head slightly, maintaining suction while her tongue pressed firmly against the underside ridge.

Cathy’s hips lifted off the seat entirely, suspending her weight for a suspended moment before crashing back down with a muffled thud against the plush velvet.

Sara felt the vibrations travel up Cathy’s thighs, pressed tight against her own. And then there it was, Cathy’s cum entering into Sara’s mouth. Sara swallowed it all, not wasting a drop.

"Ewww, in a theatre," Aurora moaned. "That is disgusting."

"Right, and then there’s what happened with Nikkie and Julia," Brie mentioned.

"Shut up!"

Beeeep!

The lunch bell run for them to get to class.

"Sure did, listen," Aurora started:

The party was loud and jumping with numerous seniors having their final bought due to them about to graduate. Nikki and Julia were known to hate each other, but something happened that night.

The Alpha saw Julia walking through the crowd, going up the stairs. Nikki had it in her to follow her. So she went up the stairs and followed Jula into a room. She saw the Omega sitting on the edge of the bed.

Nikki closed the door behind her and looked at Julia. They didn’t say anything to each other but they gravitated to one another, their lips connecting, kissing.

The Alpha’s hands slid beneath Julia’s shirt, fingers tracing the tense line of her spine, feeling the Omega tremble at the contact. Her other hand cupped the back of Julia’s neck, deepening the kiss until their breathing synchronized, harsh puffs of air mingling in the scant space between them.

"No one can know about this," Nikki said to Julia.

The room above the party thrummed with bass, a muffled heartbeat echoing through the floorboards. Nikki moved with predatory grace, sinking to her knees before Julia perched on the rumpled comforter.

A single bead of condensation traced a path down an abandoned plastic cup on the nightstand. Nikki’s gaze locked onto Julia’s, a silent pact sealing the tension.

Julia gripped the bedspread, her breath catching audibly as Nikki’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans. The rasp of denim sliding down hips was deafening in the sudden stillness between them.

Soon her pants were down and her panties, her legs spread due to Nikki spreading them. Nikki sniffed the Omega’s cunt and began to kiss her thighs.

Nikki inhaled the scent deeply, ripe peaches mixed with salt and musk clinging to warm skin. Her lips traveled inward from Julia’s trembling thigh, brushing feather-light kisses along the high crease where leg met torso.

Nikki’s tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate path through silken curls, savoring the tang clinging to them. Julia’s back arched silently off the bedspread, fingers twisting deep into the fabric.

Breath hitched sharp in Julia’s throat, trapped behind clenched teeth. Nikki shifted closer, pressing her palm flat against the Omega’s lower belly, feeling the frantic flutter beneath smooth skin.

She bypassed teasing entirely, this wasn’t gentle exploration, but a claiming. Her lips parted, sealing over slick heat. The taste bloomed complex on her tongue: sweet musk, salt, a faint metallic hint of arousal.

Julia began to convulse as her orgasm rushed through her, she held Nikki’s head in place and did her best to lower her voice, her screams.

When it subsided, Nikki got up and left the room.

Click!

The door closed.

"Everything you’re saying is females. You ain’t got no male gossip?" Gordan asked. Him and the bunch were at Lacy’s restaurant drinking milkshakes.

Brie looked up toward the sky and thought for a second. "Hmm, what about Conor and Rich?"

"Ooooo," Aurora said, getting comfortable in the booth. "Let’s hear it.":

Conor amd Rich were two baseball players, seniors, in their last year as well. They were in the lock room by themselves in the shower together, the water coming over them.

Rich wiped his brow, pushing wet strands of hair back as steam curled thickly around them. Conor nudged Rich playfully, shoulders brushing. Rich turned, and their eyes met, a silent understanding passed between them.

Conor’s gaze drifted downward, lingering on the hard muscles of Rich’s chest, then lower. Rich followed his stare, catching his breath sharply as Conor’s hand slid down his own abdomen, brushing the dark trail of hair leading to his hardening cock.

Rich moved first. He closed the gap, pressing Conor against the slick tile wall, hot water streaming over them both. His mouth crashed onto Conor’s, hungry and urgent, fingers digging into Conor’s hips as their bodies molded together. Conor arched into him, grinding against Rich’s thigh, the slide of wet skin electric.

Rich broke the kiss, panting, his gaze molten. He shoved Conor gently downward. Conor sank without hesitation, kneeling on the slippery shower floor, the spray plastering his hair to his skull. His eyes locked onto Rich’s thick cock, already fully erect, glistening and flushed. Veins stood out starkly against the straining skin.

He placed his mouth on it. Steam pressed thick against his eyelids. Beneath his lips, Rich’s cock pulsed powerfully, painfully thick. He traced the thick ridge of the crown with his tongue. Rich flinched hard, breath exploding from him above the water’s hiss. The knotted veins felt like cords beneath his lips.

He hollowed his cheeks, lowering his head further until the crown pressed deep against his palate. Rich’s thighs trembled violently against his shoulders. He heard a low ragged groan above him, the exact pitch the Alpha made when pushing for a homerun. He worked faster, tongue grinding against the underside ridge.

Rich’s hips jerked forward sharply, the swollen crown hitting Conor’s throat. Conor gagged softly, saliva mixing with the spray. He didn’t pull away. He pressed tighter into Rich, angling his head to keep that thick vein beneath his tongue.

"AURORA, TIME TO GO!" Lacy yelled.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, MA?"

"Nope, let’s go; I wanna get dinner on," Lacy said with her purse slinging over shoulder. She snapped her fingers at Aurora, leading her out the door. "Come on, chop chop!"

The two women stepped out of the restaurant with Lacy leaving the restaurant in the hands of the manager. Aurora moped and groaned all the way to the car.

Slam!

"Aurora, stop it!" Lacy said to her daughter.

"Ma, I was on my way getting some juicy details about some baseball players," Aurora complained, crossing her arms, and slamming herself into the car’s seat.

Lacy rolled her eyes and back out of the parking lot towards home. The ride was quiet until Lacy brought up the graduation. Aurora turned to her mother.

"So we are going to rent your gown," Lacy said. "No reason to buy it when we’re only going to wear it once."

Aurora laughed and sigh, putting her feet up on the dash.