Chapter 113: Thanksgiving Arc: Three
That day both Samantha and Lacy laid in bed that morning making love. The sound of their kisses filled the room with Lacy sucking on Samantha’s bottom lip. The house was just theirs since the kids were school and Salmona was at the office at work.
Lacy took off her tank top and pajama bottoms; her pussy wet, moist. She rubbed her cunt waiting for Samantha to enter her.
Samantha kissed Lacy’s neck and also took off her tank top and boxers. Her clit was hard, erect, even pulsating. It had been a while since they had time to be alone. Most parents could relate due to having kids. Life was just busy with kids: school, school functions, PTA meetings, etc.
Samantha slid her clit up and down Lacy’s slit. The Omega moaned into the Alpha. She felt Samantha entered into her and she grabbed onto Samantha back.
Samantha pushed deeper inside Lacy. She felt Lacy walls tighten around her clit. The sensation made Samantha thrust harder. Her hips moved rhythmically, each stroke deliberate and deep.
Lacy arched her back, fingers digging into Samantha’s shoulders, her breath catching in ragged hitches. The room smelled of sweat and sex, salt and musk clinging to the air. Samantha focused on the slick heat enveloping her clit, the tremors building in Lacy’s thighs.
Outside, a stray breeze rattled the bedroom windowpane, carrying the faint scent of damp earth, a reminder of yesterday’s rain. Lacy’s hips lifted urgently, meeting each thrust, her inner muscles pulsing like a heartbeat.
Samantha’s own clit throbbed inside of Lacy, not neglected but forgotten in the intensity of giving pleasure. She watched Lacy’s face: eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in silent ecstasy, a flush spreading down her neck.
Their bodies slapped into one another, Lacy closing her eyes while the Alpha filled her up.
Samantha’s thrusts intensified, driven by the rhythmic clenching around her clit. She watched Lacy’s face, the furrowed brow, the parted lips sucking in air, the way her head thrashed against the pillow.
Every detail was a map Samantha knew by heart: the hair that was so soft and kinky, that she loved to run her hands through, that Lacy loved so much, her beautiful skin color.
Her own hips moved faster, harder, the wet sound of their joining filling the quiet room. Lacy’s fingers dug deeper into Samantha’s back, nails leaving crescent moons in sweat-slick skin.
A low growl vibrated in Samantha’s chest, primal and possessive, as she felt Lacy’s inner muscles flutter wildly. She leaned down, teeth grazing Lacy’s collarbone, tasting salt and skin. Lacy arched impossibly higher, a silent plea written in the tension of her body.
The world narrowed to the slick heat enveloping Samantha’s clit, the frantic pulse of Lacy around her, the desperate grip of fingers on her back. Every thrust drove deeper, fueled by the raw, physical feedback, the tightening, the wet slap of skin, Lacy’s choked gasps.
Samantha watched Lacy’s face contort, eyes squeezed shut, lips bitten raw. Her own climax coiled low in her belly, a pressure building with each desperate plunge, a fuse burning fast towards detonation.
The sensation was a live wire, Lacy’s inner walls clamping down in erratic, urgent spasms, slick heat gripping Samantha’s clit, pulling her deeper. Samantha’s hips pistoned, losing rhythm, becoming frantic, jagged thrusts. Her breath tore from her lungs in harsh gasps, sweat stinging her eyes.
The room blurred, the rumpled sheets, the dust bunnies dancing in a sliver of window light, Lacy’s arched throat, all faded into the consuming fire between her legs.
Her pussy tighten around Samantha’s clit and the Alpha released her seed. There was so much, it spilled out of Lacy onto the bed. Samantha kept pumping into Lacy, load after load as her orgasm washed through, almost like a crescendo along with Lacy’s.
Finally Samantha pulled out and placed a death grip on her clit, squeezing the last of her cum exiting from her. She sighed and rolled over, off of Lacy. She smiled at the Omega and kissed her.
"How was that?" She asked her mate.
Lacy laughed and got out of bed, the cum still running down her leg. She stretched as she walked to the restroom. "It was amazing! We really needed that," Lacy said.
Rumors had begun to spread about Shatwa, what she had done to the Omega in the woods. They were calling her a rapist, at least the Betas were. Were actually some Alphas and Omegas who were on her side, who believed the Omega wasn’t being submissive enough.
Aurora was disgusted. Being a raped victim herself, ahe couldn’t believe Shatwa, one of her friends would do this. And whats worst, the friend group was split. Brie, Aurora, and Mosiah believed Shatwa was guilty of this crime. Gordan and Mo Yong, disagreed.
Aurora went to class as usual. She did her best to try and ignore the whispers, the gossip but it was hard. It was was all around.
"Ugh," Brie said in class. "This ruining Thanksgiving. Everyone is giving this case attention."
"Yeah to the wrong people too," Aurora said. "Do we even know the name of the victim?"
"Nope, but that’s probably a good thing," Brie said.
Aurora chewed the inside of her cheek, her gaze drifting to the classroom window. Outside, autumn leaves clung stubbornly to bare branches, refusing to fall. She thought of the victim, unknown, silenced, and felt a familiar chill crawl up her spine. Her own past felt like a bruise pressed under her ribs.
The class room buzzed with the low hum of disinterest, pencils scratching, phones vibrating against desks. Aurora traced the grain of the faux-wood laminate with her fingertip. The teacher droned on about ethical frameworks, oblivious to the real-life moral catastrophe unfolding right outside his door. Aurora’s stomach tightened.
Shatwa’s face flashed in her mind: that easy grin, the shared late-night pizza runs, the borrowed textbooks. How could that person exist alongside the monster described in the whispers? Her hands tighten around her pen. She remembered the suffocating weight of hands holding her down, the sour tang of panic in her throat. Disgust curdled in her gut, sharp and acidic.
Salmona and Lacy were in the car later that afternoon during lunch. They were in the back seat with Salmona’s pants down to her ankles. Lacy had her lips wrapped around Salmona’s clit, sucking it like it was one of her favorite lollipops.
Salmona moaned, the car parked to the far back of the parking garage. Every now and then Salmona looked up to see that no one was there.
Lacy’s tongue worked expertly around Salmona’s clit, swirling and flicking. Salmona’s fingers tangled in Lacy’s hair, pulling her closer, hips lifting off the leather seat. The scent of sex mingled with the stale air of the garage and the lingering odor of fast food wrappers crumpled on the floor.
Salmona’s breath came in sharp gasps, eyes squeezed shut against the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. She felt the familiar tension coiling low in her belly, a tightening knot of pleasure that drowned out the distant hum of traffic and the faint echo of footsteps somewhere above.
Her hips lifted involuntarily, pressing deeper into Lacy’s mouth, the wet heat enveloping her clit with relentless suction. Lacy’s fingers dug into Salmona’s thighs, holding her steady as she worked, the rhythm urgent and practiced. The leather seat creaked softly beneath them, a counterpoint to the slick, muffled sounds filling the car.
Salmona’s vision blurred, the concrete pillars and dim emergency lights of the parking garage dissolving into a haze. She focused on the pressure building inside her, a coiled spring tightening with every flick of Lacy’s tongue.
Distantly, she registered the echo of a car door slamming somewhere on another level, but it felt like a world away. Her breath hitched, sharp and shallow, as Lacy hummed against her, the vibration traveling straight to her core.
Lacy licked the cum that came from her Alpha’s clit. She opened her mouth wide so Salmona could see that she swallowed all of her. Lacy laughed and wiped her mouth. She climbed back into the driver’s seat.
"When you gonna be home tonight?" Lacy asked as she started the engine while Salmona pulled her pants up and proceeded to exit the vehicle.
"Um," the Alpha thought. "I should be home by six actually. How is everything back at home?"
Lacy shook her head. "The community is split with Shatwa. Its gonna be interesting how her case is handled compared to Theresa’s who has a history."
"I don’t know, I heard the victim dropped the charges," Salmona said.
"What!"
"Yeah, I know. I’ll tell you more when I get home. Love you, when I get home, rub that lube on your pussy, I like licking it up," Salmona said.
Lacy drove home completely in awe that the victim would drop the charges. Then again, she could be afraid, maybe wanted to move forward with her life. Hopefully, she was getting therapy for it.