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Red Robins Don't Fly: The Secret Files	By : TheEvilFaery Category: +1 through F > Fillmore! Views: 3954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Part Two
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Red Robins Don't Fly: The Secret Files
By The Evil Fairy
Part One
Being one of the good guys is never easy. My name is Ingrid Third, and I’m a Safety Patrol officer. I haven’t worn the sash for long, but I’ve already seen some of the worst X Middle School has to offer. Bullies, vandals, food fights, stink bombs. Kids who cut class, kids who make cheat sheets. Kids who don’t flush.
Our job is to keep the halls safe for everyone. We help the good kids, and the bad ones get an express ticket to detention. At least, that’s the idea. But ‘good’ and ‘bad’ aren’t always that simple to figure out. Both my partner Fillmore and I spent some time on the wrong side on that line, so maybe that’s why I have a bit more insight on the subject. I know that the ‘bad guys’ rarely consider themselves bad, especially if they think they’re looking out for someone else. And I know nobody is beyond redemption.
And when you fall in love, well, that changes everything.
I guess I should begin with the Red Robins. Infiltrating them was my first undercover job. A bunch of girls who kept their taffy sales at the top of the list by any means necessary. I was supposed to find the vault where they stashed all the evidence that could incriminate them.
Once I was in, it wasn’t hard to see the attraction. Drinking smoothies and eating truffles while watching a plasma screen in a massage chair beat cold pizza in the Safety Patrol HQ any day. And they were good, really good. Most of what they did was simple strong-arm tactics, but with planning behind it that was nothing short of brilliant. And all of it was thanks to the troop leader, Malika.
As a Red Robin, Malika was the most dangerous student at X. Highly intelligent, perceptive, a natural leader…beautiful. Malika had turned the Robins from a simple bunch of thugs into an unstoppable force, and it was obvious from the outset that if I wanted to bring the group down I’d have to go through her.
My life would have been so much simpler if things could have stayed that way. Yes, it was nice belonging to a group as tight as the Robins and yes, the perks were very nice but I could have sent the whole crew to lifetime detention without batting an eye if it wasn’t for her. Malika was charming and clever in a way that made it impossible not to like her. And she was so funny, albeit in an offbeat way. The first time I laughed at something she said while the other girls just gave her blank stares, that was when I knew I won her over.
‘Finally, someone who gets me.’ I knew that’s what she was thinking, because I was thinking the exact same thing. I admit, for a while, I let myself forget. Forget about the vault, about the Safety Patrol, even about my partner. I lost myself in the Robins. Or, to be honest, in Malika.
Then one day, when I was on the way to meet with Fillmore, Malika caught me in the hall. “Got a sec?” she asked, seemingly popping out of nowhere.
“Uh, sure,” I replied, and she motioned me to walk with her. That surprised me, actually. Malika wasn’t very touchy-feely with the other girls, but she was always taking my arm, putting her arm around my shoulders, brushing my hand. She seemed to go out of her way to touch me. I didn’t mind, in fact I actually liked the contact. And when she avoided it this time, I missed it.
It didn’t take me long to forget though. As Malika led me into an empty classroom, I realized that this was what I’d been waiting for! She was offering me the Troop Leader position once she graduated, and the final test was finding the vault. This was it.
“This key opens the vault,” she said, pulling a nondescript key from the pocket behind her sash, “It’s the only clue I can give you. And here’s something I made for you. For inspiration.” She handed me a small wrapped gift. “I thought it would be nicer to make something instead of buying it.” She suddenly looked a lot less certain, and I knew that no matter how casually she handed it to me, this gift really did mean a lot to her. “That sounds corny, huh?”
I knew why it meant so much as soon as I opened it and saw the videotape. Malika and her camera were inseparable. If she had a passion other than the Red Robins that was it, and I thought it was a passion that suited her much better. She took what she saw and used her keen eye and keener mind to show the world her vision. At least she should have been showing the world. In the weeks I’d been with the Robins, this was the first time she’d let anyone see her work.
“No,” I hastened to reassure her, “it’s…cool.”
“It’s a record of your time with us,” she said softly, looking shy and far more vulnerable than I’d ever seen her. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
To my surprise Malika actually blushed, quickly turning towards the wall to hide her face. “You’re my best friend Ingrid,” she said, her voice tight and shaking. My gut twisted with guilt, and I was suddenly glad she had turned away because I couldn’t hide my expression.
“You’re my best friend too, Malika,” I said, tasting the lie with every word and hating it. The worst part was it wasn’t completely a lie. She was a kindred spirit, I loved her company and I genuinely cared about her. But how could I be her friend, knowing what I’d have to do to her?
She took a few deep breaths before she spoke again. “There’s something I want to tell you,” she said in an artificially calm voice. “Or rather, I need to tell you this, before I explode from trying to keep it in. But it’s…very hard for me.”
“You can trust me,” I said, with a gentle chuckle. “I mean, what else do I need to do to prove it?”
She still didn’t turn to look at me, but I could see she had dropped her head to stare at the floor. Her hands were clasped tightly behind her. “This isn’t about the Robins,” she said, and I was shocked by how close to tears she sounded. “I need to know that whatever I’m going to say, you’ll still be my friend.”
Her tone and her attitude, so different from what I’d come to expect, made me very worried for Malika. But at the same time, I felt the knot in my stomach untwist just a little bit. If it’s not about the Red Robins, I thought with relief, I can really be the friend she needs me to be.
I walked up behind her and placed my hand on her shoulder. I felt and saw her whole body tense, but she didn’t try to pull away. “Malika,” I said sincerely, “whatever it is, I swear, there isn’t one thing you could tell me that would make me stop being your friend.”
Malika’s hands dropped to her sides, her hands clenched into fists. She took a few more steadying breaths and I braced myself. She spun around with her eyes shut tight, and I had to pull back a bit to keep her from smacking our heads together. Cringing, she blurted out, “I like girls!”
It was so fast and so abrupt that it took me a second to really understand what I’d heard. And even then, I had no idea what to say. I just stared at Malika blankly until she cracked an eye open and saw me standing there. She shook her head angrily and retreated to the other side of the darkened classroom. “Stupid,” she berated herself, putting a hand on her forehead, “this was so stupid. Ingrid, you can go if you want. We’ll just pretend this didn’t happen.”
“No.” The word popped out automatically, and when Malika looked over I’m sure I looked as surprised as she did. But I realized that I meant it. “No,” I repeated, and I pulled out a chair and sat down for emphasis, “I just don’t know what to say. But I don’t want to leave.”
Moving slowly and deliberately, Malika made her way back to my side of the room. She gingerly perched herself on the desk in front of mine, sitting in profile to me. I stayed quiet, since I got the feeling she was still ready to bolt. A long, very uncomfortable silence stretched itself out between us. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone,” Malika finally said, startling me a little. She wasn’t looking at me, but her voice sounded a lot more normal.
“I won’t,” I promised quickly. The silence began to build up again, and I hastened to fill it. “But Malika, I really don’t think there’s anything wrong with…with…”
“Being a dyke?” Malika finished with a rueful smirk. I opened her mouth to deny the slur, but Malika cut me off. “I’m not stupid Ingrid. That’s probably the nicest thing kids would call me if they knew. That’s why I want to keep it a secret, not because I’m ashamed of it.” To my relief, she turned her face towards me and smiled. “But I’m glad you understand.”
I smiled back, but this still seemed…unfinished. There was something else, something she still wasn’t telling me. A suspicion started to form in the back of my mind, but before I could figure out what I wanted to do about it, the class bell rang. I thought briefly of the meeting with Fillmore I’d just missed, but what was going on here seemed so much more important.
“I guess we’d better go,” Malika said, pushing off of the desk and heading for the door.
My voice stopped her. “I understand why you want to keep it a secret, but it seems like there’s a pretty big downside.”
Malika’s hand had been on the doorknob, but she released it and turned, leaning against the wall right next to the door. “What’s that?” she asked casually.
I stood up and walked over to her. I looked into her eyes, and this time she didn’t turn away. In fact, she kind of looked…hopeful.
This is strange, I thought, this is very strange. I wished that I had more time to process all this, but I had to see how it would turn out, and I had to see now. What was happening in here could change everything, and I really didn’t have the luxury of thinking things over.
“If there was a girl you liked,” I said carefully, “how could you let her know?”
A very tiny smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. “I guess I’d have to tell her,” she whispered.
My little suspicion had blossomed into certainty. Malika had been offering me something, and I had just accepted. Only someone who understood her like I did would have seen it. It was so like her to make this into another test. If I didn’t get it, she wouldn’t have wanted me to know anyway. And by keeping everything so vague and cryptic, she kept herself from getting hurt if I didn’t feel the same way.
But that was the strangest thing. I did feel the same way. I realized then that I’d been feeling it from the moment we met, and it just hadn’t occurred to me to think of it this way. I’d never had a crush or any other kind of romantic feelings for anyone before, and up till now Fillmore had been my only close friend. I knew that my affection for Malika was more…urgent, but up till now I’d chalked that up to the two of us having so much in common.
Part of me was amazed by how calmly I was taking all of this, but another part was really proud of that fact. I wondered if it had been like this for Malika, no self-loathing, no big drama, just a quiet acceptance of yet another attribute that made us…different. Malika looked at me with a patient expression. She probably understood that I needed a little time, but I had to be the one who made the next move.
I didn’t need that much time though, and I think I surprised her a little when I reached out and took her hand. As she tightened her fingers around mine, I knew I’d made the right decision. Her hand was so warm, and her skin was so soft, but there was a fearless kind of strength in her grip. Her touch sent tingles up my arm and down my back, and I suddenly felt a weird, hot flush. My cheeks burned, and I knew they must have been as pink as Malika’s now were. “What should we do now?” I asked, my tone hushed.
“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Malika replied, her voice just as quiet. Her cheeks were still blushing, and her head was lowered slightly. A perfect little smile was on her lips as she looked up at me. There was something in her eyes that I couldn’t really name, but I was pretty sure I was feeling it too. I felt like I needed to catch my breath, my stomach began fluttering wildly and my knees felt like they had turned into jelly.
I licked my lips nervously and answered in a hoarse whisper, “No.”
“Me either,” Malika said. She pushed off the wall and stood up straight. She closed her eyes and began to lean in towards me. I ran my tongue along my lips again and tilted my face up to meet hers. When she was so close I could smell the cherry in her lip gloss, I let my eyes flutter shut as well.
Then we kissed. Before that moment, my arms had been hanging by my sides, and her hands had been folded behind her back. But as soon as our lips met the rest of us joined together in a tight, hungry embrace. My arms wrapped around Malika’s waist, just above her hips. Malika hugged me halfway up my back.
It was a perfect moment. Her lips were amazing, so soft and so warm against mine. I filled up with her scent, the cherry from her lips, a hint of flowers, even the crisp, clean smell of her shampoo. We were pressed together, and through our Red Robin uniforms I could feel every contour of her body and the heat radiating from it. It was intoxicating.
And then something else happened. Something...nice. Malika’s left hand slid up and cradled the back of my head. I don’t really know why, but that touch, at that moment…well, it had an effect. Electricity seemed to shoot from her fingertips and race up and down my whole body. My arms tightened around Malika’s waist like I was trying to merge with her and…and I opened my mouth to gasp. My lips pushed hers open, and our tongues brushed together.
Our eyes flew open and we each recoiled slightly from the surprising, unfamiliar sensation. Things just seemed to kind of hang there for a long moment, staring into each other’s eyes, our parted lips just barely not touching. This time, it was Malika who took the next step, ever so lightly caressing my lower lip with the very tip of her tongue. I held my breath and hesitantly returned the motion, giving her tongue a very tiny lick with mine. This whole time, we’d been gazing at each other, watching for any little sign that that we were doing something the other didn’t like. But now our eyes closed again and we both lunged into a kiss that was way more passionate and way less innocent than it was a few seconds ago.
Unfortunately we tilted our heads in the same direction and our teeth clacked together so hard that the sound actually echoed in the empty classroom. This time we completely released each other and took a step back, holding our hands over our mouths. My eyes met hers, and we both burst into helpless laughter. “Are you okay?” I managed to gasp out.
“I’m fine!” Malika responded. She straightened up and wiped her eyes and a moment later so did I. “Sorry,” she said with a lopsided smile. “I guess that wasn’t very romantic.”
“It was fine,” I said, taking both her hands in mine and giving them a squeeze. “Besides,” I murmured with a small, sly smile, “we’ll have a lot of chances to try again.”
“Yeah…” she said, smiling radiantly. Then her eyes flicked to the clock and she sighed regretfully. “But not now,” she pouted, disentangling her hands. “We’re going to be late as it is, and we definitely don’t want to give the belts a new excuse to give you grief.”
“I guess not,” I sighed back, then smiled when Malika gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek.
“Hurry up and find the vault,” she whispered, “and then we can celebrate.” With a last, longing look she slipped out of the classroom, leaving me standing there with my hand on my cheek where she kissed me.
My life had just become infinitely more complicated, but I was still feeling so giddy that it was hard to maintain my usual coolness. In fact I had to keep myself from skipping as I made my way to class. I could, and would, worry later. For now, my lips were still tingling, my heart was still pounding…and best of all, I had a girlfriend!
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I got home as soon as I could to watch the video. I have to admit, it was nice seeing all the fun I’d had posing as a Robin. Especially all the fun I’d had with Malika, of course. Her encouragement at the end made me feel really good, and she was so adorably shy when she started. Looking at her, it was obvious that she was already planning to tell me how she felt.
I ejected the tape and looked down at the key she’d given me. Obviously an X Middle School key, which meant all I had to do now was put my photographic memory to the test and figure out which door it was likely to open.
But first I set the key by the TV and popped the tape back in. I perched on the edge of my bed, holding my favorite pillow, a round one that looked like a big chocolate chip cookie, in my lap as I watched the tape again. I reveled in the sweet little flutter I felt each time I saw Malika’s face or heard her voice. And when it got to the Red Robin’s pool party…maybe I just hadn’t been paying enough attention the first time around but now the sight of Malika’s swimsuit-clad body running back to the water sent a hot thrill through me that left me as breathless as I’d been after we kissed.
I let out a thoughtful breath and looked at my open door. After a moment’s consideration I left the bed long enough to close and lock it, honestly only thinking that it would be weird if my parents or sister came by and saw me studying a homemade video so intently. I sat back down again with the round pillow clamped between my knees as I ran the tape back to the pool.
I felt kind of wicked as I hit the slow motion button on the remote and watched Malika running back to the pool. Her damp ponytail was swinging from side to side, and her flawlessly smooth skin was glistening. She was wearing a pink one piece with a purple stripe around the waist, and the pink parts looked kind of translucent as it clung to her body. Of course, that could have just been wishful thinking.
As she was turned slightly to the side, I could see the tiny swell of her developing chest, but my eyes were glued to her rear end. The plump little globes seemed to dance beneath the swimsuit as she ran, with a rhythm that drew my gaze down the curve of her inner thighs. I’d never noticed before, but all of a sudden I found that area of her body incredibly fascinating.
I leaned forward to watch and was surprised by a sudden surge of pleasure right between my legs. Looking down, I saw that my skirt had ridden up my thighs and the edge of the pillow was rubbing against…me. Experimentally I pushed my hips towards the cushion and bit my lip in response to the sensation I was rewarded with.
The tape was forgotten for a bit while I tested this out. I pressed myself against the pillow a few more times. It felt good, but I wanted more. So I got up on my knees on the bed and pulled the skirt up to my waist, completely exposing my plain white panties. I took the fake cookie and folded it in half before sliding it between my thighs. I pulled up on one edge, lifting it higher than the other and carefully settled down against it.
Carefully at first, I started rocking back and forth along the soft ridge provided by my pillow. “Oh, that’s better,” I whispered, loving the sensation of the yielding edge of the cushion moving against my little mound. “That’s much better!” I cracked my eyes open and saw that the slowed-down tape had gotten to the splash fight in the pool.
As I had noticed before, Malika really wasn’t joining in the fun. Her head was poking out of the water, curiously immobile as she looked at…at…
I opened my eyes wide and suddenly ground myself down hard enough on the pillow to really squish it flat onto the mattress. “Bad girl…” I breathed, my lips curling up into a smile. On the screen, my legs were kicking the water in slow motion, and Malika’s gaze was glued right between them. The pleasant tingle suddenly changed into something way more intense and very, very hungry. My hips started moving on their own, grinding my cookie down onto the flattened one to try and get some relief.
That’s when I looked down and gasped at the wet spot I saw on the front of my panties. Mortified at the thought that I’d wet myself for some reason, I sprang off the bed to check the damage. I felt an immediate surge of relief when I saw that there wasn’t any. Still, I was pretty apprehensive as I slid my panties down to see what was going on.
I was very confused as I looked at the sheen of moisture on my pale and smooth lips. It didn’t look like anything I’d ever seen before, and it seemed to smell strange too. A musky, kind of spicy aroma. Then the memories of many overheard conversations in the girl’s room and locker rooms popped up, and I realized I had a juicy pussy. All the girls had talked about getting them over boys they liked, so I guessed it only made sense that I’d get one for Malika.
Gently, I brushed my fingertips over my very damp labia and shivered. An idea suddenly occurred to me…a really fun one. I slipped my skirt and panties off and sat down on the edge of the bed again, resisting the impulse to play with myself as I sped the tape ahead to Malika’s personal message to me. I paused it at a perfect shot of her beautiful smiling face.
“Hi Malika,” I murmured, feeling a little silly but deciding to go ahead with the fantasy anyway. “I missed you too…huh?” I glanced down at myself. “Oh, I guess I forgot. You don’t mind, do you?” I slid forward a little, spreading my legs open and displaying my ripe peach to my girlfriend’s image. “It’s okay, you can look.”
I tentatively stroked my fingertips over my dewy mound, surprised at how hot it felt. I closed my eyes and imagined Malika kneeling in front of the bed, so close that I could feel her breath against my skin. Reflexively, I started rubbing my pussy a bit harder and I leaned my head back and groaned softly. This was much better than the pillow.
I laid my back against the mattress, resting my head on the pillow I’d just been grinding down against. In this position I could spread my legs even wider, giving my imaginary Malika a really obscene little show. “I know how much you want to see this,” I whispered, “and I’ll show it to you anytime you want…it feels so good when you watch.”
Things needed to be a little more slippery, so I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my palm. I could taste my own juices there, salty and sweet, and the flavor just made me even hornier. I pressed my palm down onto the plump flesh of my vulva and started rubbing. To be honest, as good as this felt, it was a little scary and I wanted to go slow. But my body quickly overrode my nervousness.
“Kiss me there,” I grunted, pressing the heel of my palm down my slick, hairless lips. “Kiss me right…oh!” I actually cried our a little as a flash of…of something swept through me. It happened just as I rubbed down particularly hard at the very top of my pussy, so I started probing there with my fingertips.
My hands were shaking really hard, but as I slipped my finger down into my steamy little crevice I found what I was looking for, a tiny, quivering little button. As soon as I brushed it with my finger my whole body jerked and I pulled my hand back with a hiss. It was like getting shocked. It still felt good, but almost too good…so good it kind of hurt.
For a few minutes I was just frozen, laying there and panting. Finally, I got my courage up and slid my finger over the little nub again. “Crackers!” I gasped, my hips thrusting up automatically to meet my touch. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes tight, squeezing out one little tear that trickled down my temple. A tingling that was almost unbearable shot through my belly as I started circling the tiny bump with my fingertip. Each time I reached the top of the circle a flash went through me and my whole body bucked upward.
In just a couple of seconds I felt wetness seeping down my thighs and coating my hand. This feeling, frightening and wonderful, was so intense that I would have stopped if I could, but I was just completely out of control now. I just kept going faster and faster…
My mind was running on autopilot too, and all it was showing me was Malika. Malika in her uniform, Malika in her swimsuit. Malika naked on one of the clubhouse’s beanbags, doing what I was doing now. Did she do it? Did she think about me while she was? Would she let me watch her if I let her watch me?
Or would she let me do it to her? That thought forced me to turn my face into my pillow to muffle a groan. Suddenly my nose was filled with the musky aroma of my arousal where I’d rubbed it into the fabric. And pillow was warm, soft and smooth, just like Malika’s pussy would be. I had a wild image of burying my face there, just like it was buried in the pillow now. My own cream tasted so good…would hers be just as tasty? Or even better?
Some little tiny part of my brain was shocked that such a…a gross idea would make me feel so good, but I was way past caring. All I could think of was flicking my tongue against Malika’s little bump over and over, while she held my head and told me she loved me. I completely gave into the fantasy and opened my mouth to lick the pillow, wishing with all my heart that it was the hot, wet flesh I really longed for.
Then, without warning, everything disappeared in this huge white wave. A guttural, shuddering sob tore itself out of my throat and my while body just went rigid. My legs flew up into the air, every muscle straining. My blood was just roaring in my ears, and I actually forgot to breathe! I didn’t know what was happening, but I couldn’t even think enough to be scared.
It seemed to last forever, but just a heartbeat later I collapsed, just laying limply with my chest heaving. I was sweaty and sticky and the whole room seemed to smell like my juicy pussy. I tentatively tried touching my button again, but the tip of my finger felt like it sent about a million volts through me and I jerked my hand back again.
As fired up and tense as I was, now that it was over I couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed. It almost felt like I was glowing from the warm, contented sensation seeping over my body. I felt incredibly sleepy, and I knew I was going to take a nap just like this, soaked with sweat (and other things) and naked from the waist down.
And as my eyes fluttered shut, I knew that I had to show this to Malika. Alone, it had been the most incredible experience of my life, and I knew the only way to top it would be to do all this with her.
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