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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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- 11
THIS CHAPTER: Blow job.

=Chapter 10
Everything happened before Yang could even blink. Within a couple of seconds, Weiss had gone from writhing beneath her exploring touches to vanished, presumably to hide from the reality of what had just happened. For a pop star who had thousands of fans who would want her in that manner, she never expected THE Weiss to be so on edge about this. But what could she do? She couldn't expect things to resume as they were when she'd come back out, nor could she push again. Things had to happen at her own pace.
After a couple of minutes, she paced toward the bathroom and knocked. "Are you okay?"
"No!" Weiss sobbed through the thin material of the door. "I'm a failure!"
"A fai- What?! Why are you a failure?" When all she received through the door was more sobs, her heart sank. "Because you're not ready? That doesn’t make you a failure at all!"
"But you're so beautiful, and so good to m-me, and I like how you make me feel, and I should j-just be able to… but I don't know, I'm so scared of how it's going to feel! Which is stupid!"
"Hey, hey. You really think I’m expecting anything?" Sensing this was going to take a while, she leaned against the wall beside the door, just as Weiss had done for her so recently. "You think I'm gonna high-tail it outta here because we're not going at the speed of sound?"
"No! But I should be able to get through you touching my legs w-without…" A couple more deep breaths, with a hint of sobbing around the edges of them. "Without almost peeing my pants, okay?!"
"Oh…" Yang couldn't help but feel secondhand embarrassment from that comment, hunching her shoulders slightly. "You almost- okay, that’s okay! So what? Everybody gets scared their first time! You know that, right? Not everyone can hit the ground running, and some people take longer than others. Having a couple butterflies is nothing to be ashamed of, okay?"
There was a pause as Weiss considered that. "But there is, when… when I actually was liking the feeling. You touching me, it's nice, I- even at that mundane restaurant, when you were grasping my behind! It was a little scary, but exciting! So why… why can't I let you do more? Makes me feel like the silliest person ever!"
"All that means is you aren’t as ready as I was. Doesn’t make you ‘silly’ or whatever." Yang took in a deep, steadying breath. "If the most you wanna do is spoon, that's fine. Even if that ends up being the furthest we go from now on, and you never get me off again, or anything. Because I…" Pausing for a moment, she debated whether or not to finish that sentence. But after taking a calming breath, she went through with it. "Because I want a relationship way more than I want sex. Banging is just a bonus."
The bus was quiet for a minute. Then the toilet flushed, there was the sound of rushing water, and then the door popped open. Weiss's cheeks were quite blotchy from crying, and still a bit red from embarrassment. Standing upright again, Yang waited there a moment, not wanting to step closer or walk away just in case.
"Um, I really did need to go." Then she cleared her throat. "And… are you serious? I can't believe you want a relationship with me, even after I keep saying the wrong things about your gender, and ran away like a coward when you tried to… to make me feel good! Plus, acting jealous about Blake - what was up with that?!"
“So maybe you’re tossing together a couple servings of word salad here and there," she agreed with a soft chuckle. "But you've learned, and are learning. That's what's important to me."
"I'm doing my best," she replied in the most sober voice she could as she reached up to clutch at Yang's shirt collar with a shaking hand. "Honestly. I… I'm still completely shocked that I'm even in a relationship – or starting one, or whatever! With a woman! Who… is trans!" One of her eyebrows lowered slightly. "That's the right term, isn't it?"
"It is." Raising a hand to gently cup Weiss's face, she tried to tilt it so she would look up to her eyes, leaning in slightly. "Trust me, I’m losing my shit, too. But we can figure this out together, can’t we?"
Nodding, Weiss fell forward until she was leaning her head against Yang’s chest. "We will. I'm… looking forward to it, actually."
"Same here." She wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, softly petting her hair. An idea came to mind. If she couldn't pamper the heiress sexually, there were other ways she could. Through actions. Like surprising her. And she knew just how to do it.
"How long till we get to St Louis, by the way?"
"Well… if I could guess, I'd say probably another five hours, maybe more." Then Weiss pulled back to look up at the blonde, a dubious expression in place. "Why…?"
"You didn't get to shower before breakfast."
"You could have just told me I smell bad." Sticking out her tongue, she turned and began to pace into the bedroom to get a change of clothing. "You sure you don't want another one, too? I kind of… made a mess earlier."
Yet again, the blush returned to the blonde's cheeks, and she smiled shyly. "Sure did… but maybe later." Just before Weiss went to enter the bathroom, she stopped her to plant a small kiss on her cheek. "I'll have something ready for when you come out, okay?"
"Ooh, a surprise," she hummed, with something like her usual self-assuredness as she passed her clothes from one hand to the other. "Well, we will just have to see what you prepare for me. Though I've been told I'm quite hard to please sometimes." With a small smile still on her face, she then slipped into the bathroom and shut the door gently.
Instantly, Yang went to work. First, she gathered both hers and Weiss's boots, putting them both in one place under the table so they were out of the way, then corrected the chairs. There was no harm in tidying the place up when it could only put her in Weiss's good books.
"I really hope she likes this though," she muttered to herself, heading to the now shared bedroom – which was still blowing her mind, she was sharing a bedroom with THE Weiss – to finish the rest of her plan, no matter how ridiculous it was going to seem. She didn’t know of many things she could do while they were in the bus that Weiss would enjoy, apart from one of the simpler time-killing methods: watching a movie together.
As she neatened up the sheets, she pushed as many pillows up against the wall as she could, even finding a few spare from under the bed to add to the collection. More than enough to make a comfortable area for them to lounge. Then she grabbed her laptop from the main room, plugging the charger into the nearest power socket and setting it up at the end of the bed.
“There!” she sighed in satisfaction, hands on her hips as she surveyed her work. All she could do now was wait for Weiss to return.
Moistened from her bathing and clad in soft blue cotton shorts and a white t-shirt that said "Weiss Cold" in a stylized font, the diva turned away from her room at first and said, "Yang?" But it didn't take long to discover that there was no one in the living room, so she quickly padded in the other direction.
"Oh! Hey, what's all this?"
"A little in-flight entertainment." She had laid herself in the corner, patting the area by her side to invite the diva to cuddle up by her side. Already the media player was at full screen, ready to play as soon as the space bar was pressed. "Or more, uh, in-bus entertainment, I guess… but yeah! You said you've never seen the Marvel movies, right?"
"Afraid I haven't," she said with a coy little smile as she began to crawl along the bed, catlike. "But something tells me I'm about to see one of them." Once reaching Yang's side, she touched their noses together with a look of impish glee. "Hi."
"Myello." She grinned, nuzzling her nose back and forth over hers until she sat back to get comfortable. Once she was, she leaned forward to hit the space bar before quickly returning to cuddle by Weiss's side. "I hope you like Downey Jr, since we're about to watch Iron Man."
"He is sexy," Weiss sighed. "Sexiest man alive." For a few seconds, she fell into a contemplative silence until she added, "And, um… you're the sexiest woman alive."
Then she winced, as if waiting to find out the line was too cheesy to be allowed. But Yang didn’t seem to mind. She simply nuzzled against Weiss's side even more, whispering once close enough, "Back at ya."
After five minutes, they had settled into a comfortable position. Weiss had rested her head on Yang's shoulder, nuzzling up against her side, hand draped across the bodyguard’s chest, while Yang's arm was on Weiss's side, moving up and down gradually. In all honesty, she was too comfortable to do anything more.
Another ten minutes along in the story, Yang's hand drifted a bit lower to land on her hindquarters, and she favoured her with a wry grin. "Seems like you're a fan of that area, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah; Stark's place looks fuckin' sweet. If I could afford my own place, I would so model it on…" When she saw Weiss looking up at her with more of a seductive smirk than anything else, she finally realised, and right away moved her hand back up, somewhat afraid she had stepped over the line. "Oh! W-Well I, uh… yeah, I'm a fan, but… sorry."
Laughing openly at the misunderstanding, she kissed Yang's cheek as they both looked back toward the movie. "Don’t worry about it. You’re right, it’s an attractive house; very modern."
From that point, however, her legs became slightly more restless. Another fifteen minutes and Weiss’s thighs were rubbing together constantly, even though she was making no other obvious show that she was uncomfortable for any reason – simply lying against Yang's warm torso, occasionally leaning over for a quick peck.
Yang sighed contentedly, smiling happily each time Weiss pecked at her cheek. Even if they weren't exactly fully engrossed in the movie, she was enjoying every moment cuddled up to her. Yet again, her hand was beginning to drift lower, unconsciously, stroking up and down her rear.
After a while of her shifting, she noticed and asked, "You okay?"
"Hmm?" Shifting her entire body, she slipped one of her knees on top of Yang's as she attempted to settle. "Yeah, completely. Thanks." Then she felt the hand slide up away from her rear again, and grasped it to put it back down there. "And I meant it; you're fine, Yang. It's not a problem."
For a while, they both ignored the situation; there was less expectation for anything to happen than there was directly after she had helped Yang “purge the urge”, and therefore she could continue to enjoy the cuddle session. Besides, with a movie playing in the background, she had something else on which to focus the lion's share of her attention.
Then she began to notice her legs moving restlessly again. Her thighs twitching toward each other, even if she wasn't quite smashing them together. Taking a shaky breath, she shifted her hips back and forth as she failed to get entirely comfortable.
Once noticing this movement while her hand was particularly high on her leg, Yang couldn't help but look down toward it. Was it for comfort, or was it because her body was craving more? To answer her question, her hand began to gradually drift upward yet again 'by accident', brushing just below the fabric of her shorts… testing the waters without being too bold.
A shaky breath was expelled from Weiss's nostrils immediately. She didn't otherwise react, either positively or negatively… not even clamping her legs shut. Yang maintained a passive interest in these reactions. None were negative yet; the diva’s gaze hadn't even shifted from the TV. It bore further testing. With that in mind, her hand drifted higher again, continuously stroking even firmer through her clothes as she leant her head in, beginning to press soft kisses against her neck.
The kisses prompted a few quiet sighs, but she didn't otherwise react to the thigh-petting; just kept watching the movie. That is, until Yang brushed a bit higher and happened to slightly graze her centre.
"Oh!" she half-whispered.
Yang paused for a moment. Maybe that was too far, too soon. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she reassured Yang with a small smile. "N-no big deal. I'll just… I'll go back to watching the movie."
Why didn't she ask her to stop? Or to keep going? These were complete mysteries to Weiss, but she knew that if she didn't explicitly stop her, there was the chance that she might keep going. And that was a possibility she was very curious to explore, now that things weren’t quite so heated.
And Yang was also very keen to explore. This time, the hand was finally raising that bit higher. Now she really was testing the waters as her hand hit home, beginning to rub very delicately between her legs. No pressure applied whatsoever; all she wanted was to see just how the diva would react, and if she really could return the favour, after all.
Both of Weiss's eyes fluttered closed for a second or two. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe she could tolerate this feeling if done through the veil of cotton. Opening her eyes again to fixate them on the screen, she was very careful to ease her legs open less than an inch - just enough so that it was abundantly clear she was NOT closing them more. And she could always do so if things got to be too much for her, couldn't she?
That was the green light Yang needed; acceptance of her advances. Smiling to herself, Yang pressed yet more kisses against the diva's delicate neck, over and over, not stopping once. The hand began to apply more pressure until she was very easily able to feel every contour of the soft flesh below the fabric, and began to stroke the length of it as best she could.
Unbeknownst to Yang, her blue eyes shot as wide as they could when she felt Yang beginning to stroke her in earnest. This time, however, she did not let herself react or protest. The feeling was so good, and even though she felt such a strong urge to put a stop to it because it was new and alien to her, she shut that instinct down. This time, she was going to revel in the pleasure. And so she did, rolling her hips slightly up against the probing fingers as they brought further heat to her fragile flesh, trying her best not to be too obvious that she was responding. After all, they had some kind of unwritten code in this moment, didn't they? Weiss wouldn't be too obvious if Yang wouldn't. It was working so far.
Of course, Yang had picked up on that. Even if they weren't saying it outright, she knew Weiss was itching for more contact, trying to gather more and more. And she was more than willing to oblige. This time, her middle finger slid in front of the rest, pressing more firmly into what was between the softer skin and picking up in speed. All the while, she kept peppering her neck with kisses, even moving up her jawline slowly.
The kisses helped drastically in terms of balancing out Weiss's reticence; quelled the spikes of fear that made her want to flee the room again. How could one finger trailing up and down her lower lips feel this good – and through her shorts, no less?! Her breath slowly grew more ragged as Yang teased her, and she found herself clutching at the blonde's back for stability.
"You liking this?" she asked the diva, only to re-attach her lips to her neck again, continuing to pepper her all over with kisses. The stroking increased its pace, and fingers began to stroke slightly higher instead. Moving her middle finger even more forward than the rest, she sought out that particular cluster of nerves at the top of those lips, attempted to brush against it as much as she could through the layers of fabric. Maybe that was a first, as well; only Weiss knew for sure.
Every breath shaky, Weiss nodded numbly as she was teased beyond her tolerance levels – but forced herself to override those warnings in her head, the ones telling her she was doing something "sinful". That thinking had earned her nothing but a lonely life thus far. She wanted to enjoy herself. Therefore, when Yang found the bump at the apex of her sex, she only let out a quavering gasp, finally allowing her legs to fall open completely. How could it be so good?! It was impossible! All this time she had spent running from the pleasures of the flesh, and they were the most fun you could have!
"Oh hellooo…" Yang had been right about Weiss’s level of experience. As she began to rotate her fingers slowly, trying to circle the bundle of nerves as best she could, she kept a close watch on how Weiss was reacting to it all. Shaky gasps and breathing, the odd quiver every now and again. But what if she were to moan? To really moan, just like Yang did when she was reaching her end? Yang was curious enough to request it specifically.
"We're all the way in the back of the bus, all the doors closed," she whispered, pressing in particularly hard that time. "Moan for me…"
Wide-eyed, Weiss glanced at the door to her bedroom. She actually had closed it. Why? It wasn't as if they planned to do this… or was it? Had Yang intended from the beginning to tease her flesh this way? Did it matter anymore?
Not particularly. Now she was completely given over to the sensation of a finger circling what she suspected was her clitoris – she had never taken a look on her own body to double-check if she even had one, but this had to be it. The moans were coming, and they were coming because of that tiny button of sensitivity. But she couldn't do that! She didn't know how she would sound!
"Y-Yang!" she panted, quiet, reserved. "I… wh-what if… I s-sound- NNHhh!! What if I sound stupid?!"
"You won't," Yang reassured her in a gentle tone. Her spare hand had managed to wriggle its way out from underneath her to pet her hair again as she continued those tantalising movements over her sex. On occasion, her finger curled, just enough so she could both grind into her clit with the base of it, and then push against where she assumed the entrance would be with the tip. Each and every stroke was ending up that way, pushing against Weiss through clothes. This would do, until she was ready to remove them herself.
But of course, that was the last thing on Weiss's mind. With Yang's insistence that she would sound fine, and her hand's insistence that she find out post haste, Weiss began to buck a little harder against the movements. At first, she let out a few more quiet squeaks, unable to leap straight to expressing herself fully. Then…
Then she came undone. One particularly pointed circling of her clit dragged the first loud moan from her throat, and after that it was all downhill. Weiss was wailing like a banshee, flipping between wordless noises and phrases like "OH GOD!" and "YANG!" One of her hands fell to push Yang's hand harder against her through the shorts as she writhed and moaned in pleasure.
"That's it… you sound beautiful," Yang continued to encourage, even as Weiss was getting louder and louder by the second. Sure, the doors would suppress the sound, but it wasn't completely soundproof!
And yet, the very idea of getting Weiss off while the driver was blissfully unaware was making Yang feel hot under the collar by the second. Even if she probably wouldn’t be ready for a second round herself, that didn’t mean there weren’t stirrings; she was with Weiss. What body could resist that?
Still, as fun as this was above her clothes, she wanted to see if Weiss would want more. Leaning right against her ear, she began to whisper as their pace continued, "You really like this, don't you? Wouldn't you like my hand inside your shorts, doing this against one less layer of fabric? What about even inside your panties? I could test how ready for me you really are."
It was an admirable attempt – one that had an effect Yang probably had not been expecting. The mere suggestion of going further, of somehow increasing the already-blistering heat between Weiss's trim thighs… it was more than the girl’s newly-awakened libido could handle. Yang was only trying to offer further services, but to the inexperienced pop star, such words and the ideas attached to them were the equivalent of the most decadent "dirty talk" she'd ever heard.
Weiss Schnee climaxed with the force of a freight train. Both arms wrapped around Yang as she quivered and shook, and then released as she flew backward and began to flail, all of her limbs moving spasmodically, one hand and all toes clutching at the sheets for dear life.
It was the last thing Yang expected! She'd been with women before and gotten them off with her hands several times, sure, but never through layers of clothing. Yet seeing Weiss in such a state, such a flawless princess, still fully clothed yet coming undone… it was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed. And she tried to continue it as long as she could, circling the clit with each flail of her legs, allowing her to ride out every last wave of pleasure on her hand until she was worn out.
A minute or so passed of Weiss simply panting and staring at the ceiling, owl-eyed and in complete shock at what had happened. That was her first orgasm. Her first orgasm was given to her by a trans woman, who was her employee, in a moving vehicle, through her clothing! Needless to say, none of this was how she had pictured her first time.
But it was no less beautiful. Even though she was still reeling with disbelief, she found it was as glorious as she could have hoped. Rolling slightly to her side, she caught Yang's lips with her own, hungrily kneading against them. She had to show Yang how much she loved what she did for her – how she appreciated her willingness to try again.
Gracefully, Yang accepted with equal intensity. Her arms wrapped around her properly, the 'less sinful' hand reaching up to pet her hair as she held her close. This really wasn't a dream; she really was the first person to ever touch Weiss. The Weiss. In all her life, she never imagined herself in this situation.
When Weiss rolled on top of her, however, she could feel something pressing into her thigh. Before, she might have ignored that, not understanding what it was, but that ship had sailed an hour or two ago.
"Ooh," she breathed, pulling back to gaze down into Yang's violet orbs with a wicked gleam in her own. "Someone's awake again."
Biting her lip again, Yang looked downward in the direction of the friction between them. Now that she was more aware, the pop star was rubbing herself against it deliberately, doing more to ensure it stayed awake rather than drifted off. Never in a million years did Yang imagine she'd be so turned on this soon after Weiss had gotten her off the first time!
"Yep," she confessed with a little roll of her hips. Just seeing what Weiss might do. "I said it'd been a while, right? Probably got some kind of… orgasm backlog."
"I could…" Her hand slid down over one of Yang's breasts as she continued to writhe gently against the erection. Pausing there, she giggled and whispered, "Oh wow, these are nice – they feel totally natural! Whoever did your work, I want their name to recommend to my friends!"
But Yang didn’t seem to appreciate that comment. Instead of either moaning from the touch, or responding to the words, she simply frowned up at her. Slowly, Weiss's smile faded, and her eyes lowered as she said, "Sorry, I didn't… I just was interested."
She took her hand away and hovered over Yang, holding perfectly still. Waiting for a reprimand, or an argument of some kind. After a minute of silence, Yang took Weiss's hand into hers, lifting it back up again to place it back where it was, on top of her breast.
"Hey. Don’t have to look like you just ran over my dog. I know you're trying, and you’re doing pretty okay so far, but… just imagine it was the other way around. You wouldn't like me feeling yours saying 'wow, I thought these were fake', right?"
"I wasn't saying they were fake!" Weiss burst out shakily, her voice imploring Yang to understand. "I'm… obviously they're real; I can touch them, tease them." Her hand began to knead gently. "If you still want me to. But if you don’t…"
Watching as Weiss began to settle into a small rhythm, her eyes were beginning to flutter shut again. It was exactly what she wanted, of course; however, she never let go of Weiss's hand just yet, squeezing slightly to keep her attention.
"Hell yeah, I want it. But in the future… y’know, that kind of stuff, wait for me to bring it up, okay? Because we can totally talk about it, but in the bedroom, it's kind of a mood-killer. That’s all. Not a big deal, but I thought you’d probably rather know than not know."
Sighing through her nose, Weiss nodded her head against Yang's chin for a few seconds. Collecting herself; recovering from her mistake. Yang was being so understanding, trying to explain how she felt about her transition, and Weiss kept blurting out disastrous comments left and right. She didn’t deserve that much consideration.
Then she pulled back and kissed Yang urgently, kneading the flesh hard as her tongue sought out Yang's. The only way she could make it up to her now was to make her feel as good as possible. Talking about more touchy subjects could come afterward. Her bodyguard eagerly accepted, hand rising back into her hair to hold her in place, mouth opening wide to eagerly knead their lips and press their tongues together. Her spare hand left Weiss's and went to grasp the back of her shirt, bunching up the fabric in her hand as she writhed back and forth beneath her. Hips bucking up to push herself against Weiss's thigh while she enjoyed the touch of her hand on her breast.
The closer the thrusting of Yang's erection came to her own centre, the worse Weiss felt about her comments. Of course they had seemed innocent enough to her – because she wasn't thinking. Now she found herself torn between her urgent need to explore Yang's body – and let Yang explore hers – and her guilt over nearly screwing everything up yet again.
So she began to nudge Yang's shirt up, as well, and shivered slightly when she felt their stomachs come into contact with each other. Pulling away, she let out a shaky breath as she looked down at Yang.
"Wouldn't you like to feel my hand doing this… through one less layer of fabric?" she partially echoed Yang from moments ago.
Breathily sighing, Yang's eyes fluttered shut. As shy as she was about her body, she trusted Weiss wasn’t going to ridicule her on purpose. They were just learning each other; the difference was, Weiss had a few more things to learn along the way. Patience was key. Holding up her arms to make Weiss's task even easier, she nodded.
Biting her lip, Weiss's fingers curled under the fabric of the shirt and began to draw it upward an inch at a time. The glimpse she'd seen before had looked nice, but she still wasn't sure how she felt about seeing them in the first place – after all, she had always felt nervous looking at anyone else’s bodies; she had been taught by her father that it was a private thing. But before Yang came into her life, someone else’s naked body had never made her feel aroused.
Then the shirt was off, and she was gazing down at two very sizable mounds. Each one had a pert little pink nipple in the centre – and she was fairly stunned that they were so large, given that they were created from a previously "male" chest. Even knowing the thin scars below them helped to contribute to their size did nothing to detract from how beautiful they were, and she found herself automatically drifting a hand down to caress the side of one.
As soft fingertips caressed her breasts, Yang could only continue to lay her head back. In her time of having them, a few people had braved themselves enough to touch them, but not enough for her to remember what the sensation was like. She remembered when they first came into existence, that once the scars began to heal, there was a numbness to them. One that worried her for when she ever did get a lover. But now it was different. Now she'd had years to fully heal, years to regain the nerves below. And feeling another woman's hands kneading into her soft flesh was enough to make her hum contentedly.
The quiet hum encouraged Weiss; this was going much better now, she was doing things right! Smiling more to herself than to Yang, she leaned down and kissed directly between them, feeling the warmth on either side of her face and privately loving that. At that moment, Yang took the time to finally look downward at where Weiss was – and didn't regret it one bit. In fact, she could only chuckle to herself.
"You seem at home between those."
Raising her head up slightly, Weiss looked more than a little abashed. “Well… they’re warm. Look, I’ve only been a lesbian for like, ten minutes. Forgive me if I do some awkward things!”
"No no, I'm not trying to give you hell. There's just a temptation to…"
Before she could even explain what she was doing, her hands had come back down, only to quickly push both of her breasts inward toward Weiss's face, squishing it between them. "There we go! Now it's super gay."
“AH!” Weiss gasped out, both of her arms flying out to either side, her face trapped. “YANG! Wh-what ish the meanig of thish?!”
But all the while, Yang was just laughing, occasionally moving them up and down to deliberately rub them against Weiss's face. Even if it felt odd to be taunting her, that was her prime goal. "Sooooo gaaaaay…"
The conflict in the young diva's face was clear and unmistakable; she was not used to being teased by anyone. Not even Winter, who had long ago "outgrown" teasing. Yet here she was, with Yang rubbing her breasts all over her face… and not hating the activity. How could that be? It was degrading and silly! But the skin was so soft…
"W-well, if I'm gay, then so are you!" she panted as her face turned as red as a brick. Why couldn't she make herself do anything but lie there and take it?
And take it she did, even when Yang squeezed them against her face one final time, laughing at the ridiculous sight. But once she finally freed the heiress from the soft-skinned prison, she petted her hair instead. A slight encouragement for her to stay there.
"Touché." She smiled fondly. "I guess I am more than a little gay for you, Princess."
“Maybe,” she sighed, collapsing slightly in relief. “Oh wow... that was... different.” Then she kissed the breast closest to her lips again. “Do you do that often? Trap people with your massive boobs into being your... your sex slaves?”
"Why? Is that what you want?" She smirked, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
“D-DON’T BE RIDICULOUS!” Weiss burst out, her face cranking right back up to the level of redness it had been at a moment before. “Maybe it wasn’t… unpleasant, but I don’t have some kind of boob-trapping fetish, okay?! Wow!”
For a moment, Yang allowed the room to fall silent. She didn't move Weiss at all, and gave a somewhat concerned look, as if she really assumed she had hurt the heiress's feelings… until her hand moved away to push her boob against the diva's face once again. "You suuuure you don't wanna kiss it?"
“Y…” Her words died in her throat. Seemingly, she really couldn’t resist them; even though it wasn’t a true kiss, her mouth did end up pressed against the soft mound, and she panted awkwardly as she found herself at a loss for what to do.
Her laughing began to die down slowly. Mainly so she could allow Weiss to get back to whatever she was doing. However… yet again, feeling Weiss up against her hardened length just felt so fantastic. Even without her doing anything intensive, the idea that she enjoyed being close to her breasts while they were naked sent butterflies to her stomach. She must have enjoyed it, considering she never made any effort to leave.
But the teasing with the breast, having lasted so long, had taken root despite Weiss’s efforts to resist. The tiny pink mouth slowly glided up to the peak and latched onto it, a whimper of self-surprise muffled as it came out of her nose instead of through her otherwise-occupied lips.
And that enjoyment only got even better. The instant Yang's sensitive peak was met with the wet warmth of her lips, she let out another contented moan. When did they even have feeling of that intensity before? Perhaps it was the magic of the diva, or the time she had gone without any touch whatsoever, but either way, Yang continued to pet the woman's hair, prompting her to continue.
The gentle encouragement was like a dam breaking; Weiss’s tongue quickly swirled around the nipple, testing the feeling and finding that she didn’t mind it in the slightest. Her hand came up to rest on Yang’s other breast as she continued to lavish the first with attention, to drink of it deeply. A little light suction was added as she continued to flick the tip of her tongue over its surface, feeling it grow more rigid as she did so.
All the while, Yang was becoming undone. Each lap of Weiss's tongue against her bare nipple, each small grasp of her other breast with her hand… It was all adding up. Yet again, she was reminded of just how close she was to Weiss. And where her thigh was. That prompted her to thrust herself against it again, moaning softly and quietly as she felt her cock regaining strength with each passing second.
After a few minutes of such treatment, Weiss could no longer ignore what was going on down below. What Yang was doing to her leg; using it as a means to sate her carnal lust. It was reawakening a need within her own body, as well… but she couldn’t contemplate going that far yet.
Could she? After all, it was the typical progression of these activities. But the very thought of allowing their bodies to be joined that way, even if it was the most natural thing in the world… she had to cut that off immediately, for fear of her own ability to cope with what they were doing.
Pulling back, she whispered, “Let me see you. All of you - I want to know how beautiful you are, head to toe.”
Once she regained her breath, she looked down to the rest of her body shyly. She was already half-naked, and Weiss had already seen most of her sex, apart from the sensitive sack. Seeing it all at once was the next step, the only way to one hundred percent know if Weiss loved every bit of her.
“Well...” Swallowing, she shuffled herself upward on the bed and away from her thigh, before she started to push her shorts and panties down, and eventually off. Leaving her bodyguard – or presumably her girlfriend, since this was definitely not part of her job description – completely naked on the bed. Fully erect, fully blushing. Weiss's for the taking.
Weiss’s hand came up to cover her mouth as she gazed down at the powerful erection. Every time she saw it - even though that had only been twice now - she was completely stunned to find it actually was real, that this really was attached to such a beautiful blond bombshell. But she wasn’t going to say the same stupid things. Instead, she slowly lowered herself to kiss the head.
“You look happy to be naked,” she breathed teasingly a second later, trying to smile coyly despite how hard her heart was pounding within her chest.
"Happy to be naked with you," she managed to whisper shyly. In truth, her heart was pounding just as hard. She was her bodyguard, completely naked; about to have unthinkable things done to her, by her client. Her fully-clothed client; wasn’t this a little one-sided? Not that she cared. The whole thing had seemed like the blot of a bizarre porn movie to Yang before now, so why was it turning her on more than anything she ever dreamed of? All she could do was rest her hands against the bedsheets, waiting for whatever was coming.
Just as unbelievably, the silver-haired girl was crawling over her legs, kissing down the length of the shaft, letting out quiet little sighs as she went. “Ooh… salty,” she breathed in a shaky voice. “It’s f-from earlier, I guess.” Her loins throbbed again at that thought – Yang, from earlier. She had done that; she had made her finish.
Then she reached the top of the sack and hesitated. “Can… I go lower? I don’t have to.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Yang parted her legs further, allowing Weiss more than enough access for her to get anywhere she possibly wanted. "Go nuts. Just… be gentle with my nuts, okay?"
Giggling like a dope, Weiss ducked her head down in chagrin at her own childish reaction to the joke. “I will, I will.” Then she kissed the surface of the fragile skin. It was unexpectedly soft, and the strangely wrinkled nature of it made it somehow very pliant; testing, she pulled a wrinkle of the skin between her lips and moved them back and forth for a few seconds with the tiniest bit of pressure. Then she released and pulled back.
“So… so how did that feel for you?”
In truth, Yang didn't know how it felt. Those had been fondled by hands before, but never by lips simply rolling over them. But it wasn't painful, not at all. In fact, it felt… "Kinda nice," she admitted. "Like you're stroking me or something. Itty bitty massage."
Nodding as she began to feel braver, Weiss dipped her head down to draw in more of the skin, rolling it around on her tongue, fully appreciative of the vague flavour and the sensation upon her tongue. It was so much more loose than she had been expecting! From what little she’d seen and read in the class texts – which is where she had learned about sex – that skin seemed like it would be tightly wrapped around the small spheres it protected. However, she’d come to find out that there was plenty of things to learn outside of that classroom. Maybe this wouldn’t become a regular thing, or maybe it would; either way, it was fun to experiment.
It was fun for Yang, as well. She'd done all experimenting with the female body before, explored the ins and outs of nearly everything. This was Weiss's turn to explore her rather unique version. As Weiss continued to roll the skin over her tongue, one of her hands left the bedsheets, wrapping around her length a moment. Was she really about to stroke herself with Weiss right there?
Seemed she was. Weiss’s mouth paused in her movements as she watched the hand tease the owner’s own flesh, watched it gliding up and down. Though earlier, she had done her level best, it seemed she could not compete with the blonde’s years of practice on herself. So she withdrew her mouth and raised her hand up to lightly cup the sack, trying to be gentle – as per Yang’s instructions. For the time being, she was contented to sit back and watch the show unfold before her.
Even after only a few glides of her hand, Yang was beginning to breathe heavily, throwing her head back against the pillows to try and keep herself grounded. If anything, this could serve as a demonstration, to show Weiss what she liked in particular. So far, it seemed like a lot of pressure, particularly to the base and the underside, just beneath the head. From there, she would also begin to see the little things such pleasure was making Yang do, like twitch her legs and curl her toes…
And Weiss truly appreciated the instruction. Yang’s hand was so much surer than her own had been, her strokes hard and elegantly moving in the right direction; by comparison, she had been clumsy. This was going to take some getting used to.
Unlike the vague flavours on her tongue that were intermingling. The one simple kiss she had left on the tip had given her insight into how it tasted – and fortunately, how she had expected it to taste was not as pleasant as the reality. The vague scent wafting up was much more enticing, however – in a way she couldn’t put into words if she tried.
“Um,” she began in a small voice, “is… is that going to be enough for you to finish again? Working on it yourself, that is - with me doing… whatever this is.”
Her fingers gently squeezed the sack below Yang’s stroking. Looking back down toward her again, she slowed her stroking so she could think, taking deep breaths to allow herself that luxury. It was more than enough to get her off again if she needed, but somehow, she felt it wouldn't be right to deny Weiss another chance of experimenting, however she wanted to.
And so releasing her length, she asked, "You got something else in mind?"
Her breath was already coming faster as she tried to think through her actions. That wasn’t working, of course. “Yes. I… I do.” After all, she had already heard of this before, somewhere; that people did what she was about to do. All the time. Totally normal.
But she still felt like the world’s worst deviant as she leaned down and wrapped her lips gingerly around the very tip of Yang’s shaft.
There it was again. The feeling that had graced her breasts not too long ago was now about to grace her sex. Warmth and wetness. A feeling that made Yang gasp again in pleasure, eyes snapping wide open as she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The first person to give her oral sex since her transition was an internationally-acclaimed pop star! This couldn’t be her life!
Her hands were at a loss of what to do now, until one went to caress her own breast, gently kneading the skin to try and arouse herself even more for the diva. The other hand went to Weiss’s hair again, starting to pet.
So Weiss was to do this on her own again, it seemed. It was only right, after all; if she was going to be a good girlfriend to her new… girlfriend, crazy as that was, she wanted to be able to please her. Maybe it wasn’t a requirement, but it was an option she felt eager to at least attempt. Her tongue swirled around the head, which seemed to fill up her entire mouth as she suckled and caressed the surface, teased it the way she had teased the nipple Yang was about to fondle.
All the while, there were small noises of pleasure coming from the bodyguard. Just like Weiss did before she reached her limit, there were squeaks and gasps of joy, small amounts of shifting in her body as she tried to contain the ever-mounting pleasure. But a couple of words escaped: "F-fuck, Weiss…" Followed by her starting to grasp a handful of hair by accident.
Both of Weiss’s eyes flew open as she felt the grip tighten on her hair, her head sinking lower… and was stunned to feel twice as much of Yang inside of her mouth as before. And she fit somehow, she kept herself from gagging on the girth, but knew there would be no way to easily go any deeper than that.
The shaft was so warm, so solid against her tongue. Somehow comforting. And the response from Yang was a clear indicator that she was liking it even more! Therefore, she began to push her tongue up against the underside, teasing and savouring at the same time. All she wanted was to finish Yang now, to make her climax twice in quick succession. Make her happier than she’d ever been.
"OH! F-fuck!" And if she was to keep going, that was precisely what was coming. Even if not all of her could fit inside her mouth, the amount that did was more than satisfactory, just as the tongue that caressed her was when she felt it sliding up and down her underside. It was tremendous! Grasping her hair a little tighter, she couldn't help but very slightly move her hips from side to side, testing the sensation. "Y-you're… so good at this! H-how can you have never – AH – done this before?!"
Of course, all that Weiss could do in that moment was to shake her head back and forth to deny the implication she had any experience – a motion which amplified the sensation upon Yang’s member. Again, the head that had so recently been sated was trying to return, but all she could think about was the intensity of the flavour from Yang’s previous orgasm. So rich, yet muted; not very strong at all. She could handle more of that.
"I-I kind of…." There was something she wanted to do. But Weiss was so new to this – so much so that it worried her to even mention what it was she wanted. But the more her head moved side to side, the more she wanted to give into such a desire. It did no harm to ask. "Y-you can say no, but… I kind of want to thrust into that pretty mouth of yours…"
The look on Weiss’s face was pure puzzlement. She didn’t really know what that meant, but assumed somehow Yang wanted to stroke herself while Weiss was “servicing” her. Not knowing how else to convey her approval, she merely shrugged both shoulders and waited for whatever might happen.
"I-I just… Tap me to stop me."
Deciding to test the waters a little, she kept a hold of Weiss's hair to keep her in place. And slowly, she was pushing her hips upward to meet Weiss's lips. Only very slight and very slow, not so much to choke her or scare her, but enough to see if she would equally enjoy.
Instantly, the poor pop star’s eyes were as wide as they could be when she felt Yang pulling back and sliding back inward. There was no other way to think of it: Yang was about to have sex with her mouth. Was this something she wanted to happen? Yes. And no. She couldn’t be sure! The idea both aroused and disgusted her, but somehow the fact that it was Yang tipped things very slightly in the “aroused” direction. She could try this, at least once.
"Oh my god…" Yang couldn't stop moaning out. Now that she was in a position where she could, the back of the bus behind two closed doors, she wasn't holding back any longer. Each time more of her entered Weiss's mouth, each time she felt the head brush against all different surfaces, she moaned over and over. It was beyond anything she'd ever dreamed! At last, she was being pampered as she wanted to be, as Yang, without having to keep anything hidden. And all of this with a woman she thought would be far beyond her reach! All she could think of was both the overwhelming pleasure, and that she must be the luckiest woman alive.
Meanwhile, Weiss was struggling to breathe. With her mouth impossible, she was having to force air in through her nose - and even that was a challenge. After a minute or two, she couldn't handle it any longer. Surely, Yang wouldn’t mind if she took a break, right?
“Mmhh,” she moaned as she withdrew, quickly bringing her hand up to stroke the wet length. If it worked before, it would work again. After gasping for breath for a second or two, she asked, “You… you like that? My mouth?”
Gradually, Yang's heavy breathing and loud moaning came to a halt, and instead she was back to grasping at the sheets instead, squirming her legs back and forth. After such intense pleasure, going back to being stroked by hand was certainly enough to wind her up again. She was so close! "Y-yes!" It was ridiculously needy, had it been any other situation, she would have avoided saying anything. But she needed it to continue. "I love it… I really love it!"
“Okay!” Weiss panted as she licked her lips in preparation. “Okay, then I’ll taste you again!” Then she fell back to task, slightly more confident than before. Again, she nearly choked but soon thereafter they both found a steadier rhythm, and she merely pressed her tongue up to create a comfortable sheath for Yang’s sword.
Back to moaning once again, Yang's hands continued to grasp and clutch at whatever they could, one hand on the sheets, one in Weiss's hair. That soon, she was back to the same state as before, of her stomach tightening and muscles clenching. She was so very close!
After a few more minutes, she held Weiss's hair firmer, managing to let a quivering warning: "W-Weiss… I'm gonna… I-It's going to ha- to haaaaappen again!"
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she thought about what that meant, and what a violation it would be – but she was determined. Last time, the evidence had been deposited all over the place! She could handle a little in her mouth. Therefore, she merely tried to relax and allow Yang to do as she might with her, the hand holding her gently in place as her head was used for her girlfriend’s extreme pleasure.
And she did. A few more thrusts into her mouth and she found her end, quivering and clutching even tighter to what she could as her back arched. In the back of a bus, no less, she'd found her orgasm twice thanks to the diva – the Christian whom she was so afraid of the previous day.
Inside her mouth, said Christian felt the foreign length beginning to throb, yet again releasing more seed. This time into her mouth, against the back of her throat. It wasn't as much as last time, but that didn't stop the feeling from being just as intense.
Unfortunately, it was so unexpected by the time it actually happened – given that Weiss had only encountered a spurting cock once before in her entire life and hadn’t memorised the warning signs – that she did gag when it happened. She was able to wait until Yang finished before she drew away, coughing into her hand. Her eyes clamped shut; she didn’t want to know what it looked like this way.
But Yang was too concerned to shut her own eyes. Once she'd regained her breath, she managed to push herself upright, looking over to Weiss who was still in her coughing fit. As fun as their time was, she couldn't help but feel bad about being the one to do this to her.
"U-Um… sorry." She reached a hand out to pat her back. "But damn, you're… that was amazing. Holy shit."
Nodding her thanks and understanding, Weiss sniffled - not because she was sad or upset, but because the coughing had made her nose start to run. She made sure to pat Yang’s forearm briefly and flash her a bleary smile before she silently got up and ran for the bathroom.
As much as she wanted to follow, Yang remained where she was. The worst thing she could do was follow her into the living area while they were driving; anyone could look in and see her shame! Instead, after a few more seconds to regain her breath, she went to retrieve her clothes. Immediately she pulled up her panties, then hesitated before putting the bra on. Perhaps she didn't have to get completely dressed just yet…
Within a couple of minutes, a shaking Weiss returned from the bathroom. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot and cheeks blotchy, but she was smiling awkwardly. “S-sorry,” she whispered. “I thought I could handle… well, you saw.”
Having just started to sort the sheets and the pillows again, she laid back to their original position against the pillows, facing the laptop. Which by now was simply repeating the title screen of the DVD, the movie long forgotten.
"Yeah, I know; happens to the best of us. Kinda gotta try it a few times before you can handle it. But seriously, that was…" She was completely speechless, still grinning giddily.
The smile was slowly returned as she rounded the bed and crawled up next to Yang. “You really liked it? I don’t think I did a very good job, but I tried my best. There’s a learning curve, right?”
"Are you kidding me? That was fantastic! I came like a freight train" As soon as she was by her side, Yang threw her arms around her, holding her closely and instantly pressing kiss after kiss against her cheek. And she meant it, every word. Even if it was a soppy way of wording it, and an even soppier way of showing it. "Seriously, I don't think… I don't think I've ever had it that good."
“You’re sure you’re not just buttering me up?” Weiss asked, but she was smiling as she nuzzled into Yang’s neck. “You can tell me; constructive criticism would be appreciated, especially since I’m just starting to… to- is that a ‘blow job’? Did I really just give you a blow job?! Wow, this is a very unusual day for me!”
"You did, yeah… wow." Still unable to believe that fact, she just held Weiss close to her, softly stroking her hair once she had settled into a more comfortable position. "I just… this time a couple days ago, you and me were doing our nails… and suddenly, everything’s different. I mean, yeah, I've had some flings that have started quick, but this is something else…"
The word “fling” seemed to bring Weiss up short before she could answer. “Oh… yeah, I guess. This is sort of sudden.” And then she fell silent, trying to figure out what to say - or if to say anything at all.
"Not that this is a fling, though." Yang had beaten her to the punch. After being with her company closely for well over a month, she had begun to learn that sudden silence meant something had hit her hard. She suspected that may be the cause. "At least…. I definitely don't want it to be."
“You don’t? Are you sure? Because… I mean, if that’s what you’re used to doing, then I guess that’s alright…” But she did sound slightly mollified as she cuddled up closer to the blonde’s side.
Her only response to that was giving Weiss a small squeeze, kissing the top of her head for a moment. "Weiss," she began, this time sounding completely earnest, rather than maintaining the usual bit of sarcasm. "I'm only used to flings because I didn't think anyone would want me for anything more than that. I mean… me and Scarlet lasted a month, tops."
“What are you saying?!” the diva burst out in shock, pulling away to glare down the blonde. “Of course people would want you! You’re a gorgeous, strong, capable woman – and you have a sense of humour that I don’t quite understand, but it seems like it’s a really good one! So… so anyone who turned you down because they only wanted you to be a fling can kiss my boots!”
Yang had no answer to that. All she could do was stare into the diva's eyes, her own beginning to tear up from the kind words. In the end, after a moment of letting them sink in, she had to wipe one of the loose tears away.
"How did I do anything to deserve you?"
“Oh, Yang…” Weiss leaned down and kissed the tears away, breath shaking as she did so. Then their lips connected, even if only for the briefest of moments. But when she pulled back, all she said was, “You’re just lucky, I suppose.”
Heart thumping wildly, Yang grinned up at her and whispered, “The luckiest.”
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