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I Kissed A Girl	By : SideshowJazz Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was another day in SideshowJazz1's time before she felt ready to take on another girl. She'd sent food up for the remaining women while they were waiting their turn, and had gotten their reactions. Josee had complained that there was too much fat in it, but the others seemed to like it enough. And they should have – it was just spaghetti, and they had a choice of condiments – well, that was one of the meals. She'd also sent up bowls of cornflakes topped with peach slices, and sandwiches with DJ's special touch (which Lindsay remembered and appreciated the most).

After Izzy, SideshowJazz1 was getting a little scared, since Jo was up next, and who knew what a jockette who was tougher than any boy she'd ever known would do. But she figured, if she could live through the assault of a certifiably insane girl, she could live through whatever Jo had planned.

So she prepared the room after she'd taken her twenty-four hours of recovery, and then summoned Jo.

The room was now set out like a prison cell. She wasn't wearing stripes, but she assumed the monochromatic colour scheme and the basic bed with one sheet bolted to the floor would be appreciated.

“You've really got a thing for creepy games.” Jo said critically. “But I kind of respect that.”

“Thanks, but you're wrong.” SideshowJazz1 said neutrally. “I have my kinks, but I thought you'd appreciate this approach. You like taking charge, right? I'm your prisoner for a round, and you're my warden, right? You don't have to play along, and I can change the room for you if you want, but I thought you might like the background.”

Jo hesitated, taking in the room again. She looked at SideshowJazz1 again, and began to look amused. “You know, I wouldn't have expected it – you look like such a shy quiet little thing, and then you're happy to make this thing weird because you thought I'd like it. Well played.” She grinned. “I do kind of like it. But if you're looking for an education, you're not gonna get it. I've never been into anyone. But since you've got all these toys lined up, it would be a shame not to use them...”

She went up close to SideshowJazz1. She was a little taller, so they had to tilt their heads a bit to face each other. But it didn't matter. “Okay, go wait for further instruction.” Jo barked like a real warden. She pointed to the bed.

“Yes, ma'am.” SideshowJazz1 said meekly.
“No title needed, Miss Meek.” Jo told her. “Can you see me answering to 'Mistress' like some owner of a harem? No 'ma'am' needed, that's so old-fashioned. As long as you know your place, you call me what you want.”

SideshowJazz1 nodded, not so tense. Maybe being inexperienced meant that Jo wouldn't be as hard on her as Izzy had been. Or even Courtney.

Jo studied the wall of objects before selecting one. However, she kept it hidden from the other girl. “Clothes off!” she barked. “Then face the wall. You've got some punishment to take.”

Although she didn't do it visibly, the author gave a sigh. She should have known that this would be painful. Jo was not the most sadistic girl she knew of, but she was high on the list. Who knew, maybe it would be the thing to get her started sexually? But she obediently stripped off and faced the wall. As she did, Jo also got undressed. She didn't really care about taking her clothes off in front of another girl anyway, even if the girl was likely to stare at her.

And then...thwack! SideshowJazz1 jumped as a stinging sensation ripped through her lower back and she squealed in pain.

“Oh, stop whining, that hit was nothing.” Jo scoffed, now holding the whip Courtney had inflicted on SideshowJazz1 earlier. “You didn't think that just because I like your spirit that I wasn't going to make you pay for doing this?”

“I gave you the chance to leave!” SideshowJazz1 squeaked in a mousey voice. Jo only responded by bringing the whip down harder. SideshowJazz1 winced harder, and gave another squeal at the pain.

“I'm not counting these off.” Jo told her as she kept powerfully ripping the object through the air. “You're gonna be my whipping girl until you can take five in a row without showing how much it hurts.”

This was difficult. Not only was Jo really hard on her, but she wouldn't always hit the same place, so before long, everything from her shoulders to her ankles were scarlet-striped. SideshowJazz1 didn't know how long it was before she took the five lashes, counting in her head as she stood perfectly still, lips clamped together.

She heard Jo replacing the whip back on the wall and then ordering “Okay, you can turn around now.”

SideshowJazz1 obediently turned, and was taken aback by the way Jo looked without her clothes on. She'd known...of course she'd known...that she was athletic and shapely, but she was just shocked at how...feminine Jo was when she wasn't in sweats. She was still the same ultra-masculine athlete who happened to be female, but SideshowJazz1 imagined that body in a skirt and tank top. The image was nice, especially if she mentally gave Jo longer, neater hair.

“Hey, whipping girl!” Jo snapped her fingers. “Quit staring at me like that, it's really weird. Do something!”

SideshowJazz1 snapped out of it instantly. “What do you want me to do?” she questioned weakly. Maybe she should have expected this from a girl who had openly admitted to a guy who thought she was male that she'd never kissed a guy.

Jo thought about it for a moment, then she went and lay down on the bed. “I guess I can cut you a little slack. 69 me. Or at least, you start. If you do well, I'll join in.”

SideshowJazz1 was all right with this. At least it didn't require her on her back, which she was sure was bleeding (actually, it had been, but the blood had mostly dried and just left scabs by this time). Also, she knew that she was good at this. But Jo, having resolved not to let this girl turn her into a begging mess, managed to enjoy it without showing it.

“Work harder!” she shouted. “A dog can lick better than that!” This only spurred SideshowJazz1, and she daringly started playing with Jo's clit with her thumb as she licked. This seemed to be the key.

Jo may have been strong, but she was inexperienced. The double sensations on her made her eyes roll back and she involuntarily whimpered. After a few more times, she gave in, and began to return the favour, although she had to lean a little bit, since SideshowJazz1 was shorter than her.

After four orgasms, SideshowJazz1 was a little harder to please, so Jo came before her, and gave a cry of pleasure as she gushed, and SideshowJazz1 caught most of it in her mouth. But after the haze died down, Jo stopped with SideshowJazz1. The girl looked up at her in confusion.
“What? I thought...”

“You thought I was going to finish you off once I was done?” Jo laughed. “You really don't know me that well, do you? Either that, or you've forgotten your place, little princess. Who's in charge here? Remind me.”

SideshowJazz1 lowered her gaze. “You are.” she mumbled.

“That's right. So do you get to come whenever you feel like it?”
“No.”

“Who gets to choose when that happens and when it doesn't happen.”

“You do.”

“And what do you think you deserve for thinking that I would do something like that for you?” Jo said, the last of her questions.

“I deserve to be punished.” SideshowJazz1 said. Another comment spilled out of her. “You don't half sound the way Courtney did.”

Jo laughed. “What, the prissy CIT got into this, too? Not surprising, actually – she was the one who dated more than anyone else on the show, the stupid girl. Boys just hold you back.” At that moment, she remembered where she was, and her gaze landed back on SideshowJazz1, who was still on top of her. She flipped them easily, and said “You can suck on these, princess.”, tapping her B-cups.

SideshowJazz1 looked up at her shyly, and asked “Can't I do that on top? It would make it easier.”

Jo rolled her eyes. “What part of 'punishment' don't you understand? And this is only a minor one. If you do good, I won't get the paddle off the wall.”

SideshowJazz1 obediently raised herself up until she was level, and asked one more question. “What should I do with the other one?”

Jo paused. “You're not going to take the initiative?” Finally, she smiled in a predatory way. “Good move, little princess. You really are starting to learn your place, if you're not willing to do a thing without permission. Touch it, all right?”

So as SideshowJazz1 diligently latched her mouth around one nipple and swirled her tongue around, sucking, she latched a hand onto the other one and played with it, trying to remember the patterns Anne Maria had made her use during the rimjob. Whether she got the technique right or not, Jo didn't seem to care either way. In fact, the rougher SideshowJazz1 was, the more Jo seemed to like it.

“I can't believe...you so did this with the others...which one taught you how...it's so good...” The author could tell that Jo probably didn't even realize she was saying those things, but she was enjoying how her ministrations were working, although she was becoming aware of how painful the position was, especially since she had to use only one hand to prop herself up from.

Finally, Jo seemed to come out of the pleasure without having to come down, and asked conversationally “Where did you learn to use your hands like that, little princess?”

SideshowJazz1. “Anne Maria. She said I'd already gotten it with my tongue, but I needed to learn how to use my hands. I was trying to remember what she told me to do.”

Jo nodded. “All right. I won't use the paddle. But there's no way you're getting out of this without doing one more thing.” She pointed down to her centre, which had started getting wet. “Finger me until I come.” she ordered. “If you can do it, I'll do it for you.”

This was really harsh. SideshowJazz1 was still wet from the 69 where she never got to finish, and good as it was to pleasure another women, that couldn't quite bring her to climax. But Jo never said she couldn't just finish the job herself, right?

So the author reached out with her right hand and began fingering the athlete as ordered, again going rough, trying to remember what Courtney had done to her. It seemed to work on Jo, although she herself hadn't liked it. As the tough girl let the sensations wash over her, SideshowJazz1 inched her left hand down to her own heat, about to insert-

“Get your hand away from there before I do it for you! You're not here to service yourself, princess. I choose whether you get to come, and if you keep doing this pathetically, I'm not going to do it.”

SideshowJazz1 sighed at being caught and obediently moved her left hand away, letting it hang at her side. She kept going, harder and harder until Jo's fluids spilled all over her hand.

Jo glanced as the dark-haired girl extracted her fingers. “Lick it off your hand and then I'll make you come too.” She bargained.

And SideshowJazz1 wanted it so much that she did it without protest, even though she'd tasted Jo once already.

But the inexperienced athlete was as good as her word. In fact, she didn't just finger SideshowJazz1, but she finished what she started with the 69. SideshowJazz1 cried out, not caring who heard her.

Finally, it was time to put their clothes back on.

“Not a bad performance, little princess.” Jo said with a smirk. “But are you sure you can handle three more?”

SideshowJazz1 shrugged nonchalantly. “After Izzy, anything's possible. But I better close those scabs you gave me before I do anything. I know a certain ice skater who will complain if I'm not perfect. So...you wanna remember this?”

Jo didn't even hesitate. “No. Don't get me wrong, it was fun and all, but I'd rather not remember and start thinking all the dyke jokes were true. And if this got back to Lightning, he'll probably forget that I'm a girl all over again.”

SideshowJazz1 smiled. “Well, okay. Thanks anyway, Jo. Bye!” And with that, the least girly of the seven women were gone, blissfully unaware of what she'd just done.
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