“That was a good one,” Jane remarked dispassionately as water from the shower-head cascaded down her body. Daria stood directly in front of her, allowing the taller girl to knead the shampoo into her scalp.
“Hey, not so hard,” she griped.
“That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago,” Jane countered, undeterred as she washed her friend’s hair. “Would you rather I stop?”
“I’d rather you be a bit gentler,” deadpanned Daria. “Obviously, you can’t stop. Neither one of us wants to spend the rest of the day all sticky and gross.”
“The popular kids do it,” reminded Jane. The so-called cool kids at school were notorious for ducking out between and even during class to hump like wild beasts. For at least one girl to not turn up to class with a bouncing, bloated stomach was almost unheard of. Needless to say that classes perpetually reeked of sweat and sex.
“The popular kids have enough brain cells between the lot of them that I could count on one hand,” quipped Daria, squinting without her glasses as Jane did her thing.
“Eh. A little wordy. You’ve done better, Morgendorffer.”
“Hey, I just fucked a small amazon. I’m allowed to be a little light-headed. Besides, you-eep!” Daria squeaked when some heinous fiend pinched her butt.
“I… what?” Jane asked invitingly.
Daria fumed silently for a second. “Basic hygiene is what separates us from the animals. How are we supposed to feel smugly superior if we smell just as bad as them?”
Jane shrugged. “Eh, test scores are usually fun. I heard Kevin bragging about getting a 17 on the last history quiz.”
“Hey, don’t be mean to Kevin. 17’s probably a big milestone for him.”
“What about you, Daria?” Jane asked as she came up behind and pressed her breasts into the other girl’s back. “Got any milestones you want to brag about? Or is an A+ average just old hat to you?”
Daria breathed slowly and deliberately as she felt the softness of the boobs mix with the sharpness of the nipples stabbing into her shoulder blades. “N-nothing to report. A-and you?”
Jane rested her chin on Daria’s shoulder while reaching around to fondle the smaller girl’s chest. “Same. Just one more boring day in Lawndale. Nothing to do but paint, eat idiots, and suck face with the only other person for miles who’s actually worth a damn.” All was said with an emotionless delivery.
“Mmh, sounds rough.” Daria adjusted her head to rub Jane’s cheek. “You feeling up for another round, or is this just lingering afterglow?”
“Probably the latter. I just like feeling you.” Jane let go of Daria, but not before giving her butt a friendly goodbye spank.
The pair finished washing up before drying off. They only did a half-assed job as their bodies still glistened and neither bothered to get dressed. Aside from being all alone and having fucked more times than either girl had bothered to count, preds were notorious for their general lack of shame and modesty. This held true, even for an inactive pred like Daria. Feeling bored, Daria fished her journal out of her jacket to start writing while sitting on Jane’s bed. Jane, likewise, went to her canvas, set up a blank sheet of paper, and started painting. When they weren’t eating, fucking, or getting roped into hijinks, this was the typical scene of the two girls hanging out.
“Jane.”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever, ya know…”
“No, I don’t. Why do you ask?”
Daria rolled her eyes. “You like having sex with your meals, right?”
“If there’s time, sure. Why?”
“Even… the guys?”
Jane’s brush stopped as she turned to face the girl on her bed. “My-my, aren’t you the curious kitten today. First vore, and now sex with guys? What’s next? Beauty tips?”
“Promise me something. If the day should ever come where I become infected by the normies and start asking about beauty tips, just digest me and put me out of my misery.”
“Hmm. Nah. I’m against the death penalty. But I will chain you to my bed, never let you see the light of day again, and enslave you for my own carnal gratification for the rest of your life if that helps,” offered Jane while returning to her painting.
“You’re a true friend, Jane. Thank you,” Daria said in that special way of hers where it was tricky to tell if she was being sincere or sarcastic. “But seriously, what’s sex with a guy like?”
“You got a vibrator?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you imagine it strapped to me while I hold you down and pummel your dead-eyed pussy into oblivion?”
Daria blushed lightly. “Y-yeah?”
“Sex with guys is nothing like that,” Jane deadpanned. She then went silent without further elaboration.
“So… are you gonna tell me what it’s actually like?”
“Daria, if you’re curious, just find some guy you can tolerate for 5 minutes and see for yourself. You’re a pred, so just choose not to get pregnant, and it’s all good. What’s there to lose?”
Daria looked down at her journal where she’d been describing Jane’s body with very colorful euphemisms. “I don’t know. It just seems like my first time with a guy should be, ya know, special.”
“Was your first time with a girl special?”
“Depends. Does it count when you do it with family?”
“Not in my experience.”
“Then considering that you were my first, I’d say that it was pretty alright.”
“I feel so loved,” Jane remarked. “Ya know, hypothetically speaking, if you’re nervous-”
“I’m not nervous,” Daria asserted flatly.
“I know you’re not,” allowed Jane. “But I’m just saying, if I had any reservations about my first time, I’d find some guy who wasn’t all that threatening, like a middle-schooler or even a grade-schooler.”
“You think I should have sex with a grade-school kid?” Daria asked as her eyebrow climbed incredulously up her forehead.
“Or a middle-schooler. Just putting it out there. Maybe you’d be more comfortable with a threesome with another girl; like, for instance, me.”
Daria stared at Jane’s back while she worked, watching her butt sway as her brush swiped at the canvas. She’d heard worse ideas. Having Jane around would definitely help make her more comfortable. “Since we’re speaking in hypotheticals, who would you recommend?”
“Hypothetically, I’d say Mack would make a decent cherry popper. He’s pretty bland and non-threatening.”
“Wow. High praise.”
“There’s also Trent. I know he seems lazy, but once he gets going, he-”
“So what can you tell me about Mack?” Daria hurriedly interjected. “Ever had him before?”
“A few times. His cock tastes pretty damn good. Jodie usually keeps him on a short leash, but she’s also pretty fun once she lets her hair down. Her pussy… Is it racist if I say that there’s a chocolate aftertaste?”
“… I’m not offended, but maybe we should watch some TV. My brain needs a rest.”
“Good call.” Jane flipped to the Sick Sad World channel where a baby had swallowed an entire ox.
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