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The Belle Tolls: Chapter 2
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“Moooo!” Belle jerked upright in bed, drenched in sweat and filled with adrenaline. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, attempting to process what she had just been through. Fragmented memories of the dream seeped out from her head as she tried fruitlessly to recall what happened. “There was-- a farm?” Belle gradually calmed as her heart rate slowed, only remembering a few key highlights. There was a cow maybe? Was it at a farm? Why did I wake up screaming like that?... Her stream of consciousness faded until only remnants of something farm-like lingered in her head.
“Whatever… What was I supposed to be doing today anyway?” She asked herself, scratching her head. Finally calming, Belle let out a yawn. This nightmare proved to be more effective than coffee for waking up.
“Oh yeah…” Belle’s lips pursed upon remembering her Sunday plans. Today was the special girls’ day she had planned with Sophia. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked her various social media accounts. “Cowtina will help me get some traction soon,” she couldn’t help but smirk and chuckle. I guess yesterday wasn’t a waste after all. Belle mused, tossing her phone onto the bed as she sauntered into the bathroom for a shower. She had passed out so fast the previous night; there had been no chance to clean off this nasty sweat.
Already naked, she adjusted the temperature of the bath and stepped into the tub. Belle felt a peculiar weight on her chest as she closed the curtain and began to clean herself. Are these a little heavier? It was probably nothing; they looked about the same as usua. Maybe they were slightly swollen due to her period coming up shortly.
“Ahhhh…” The woman leaned her head back and let the steamy water blanket her supple, toned body. As it dripped down from her breasts and over her nethers, she couldn’t help but smile and melt into the warmth. Despite having a limited recollection of the dream, Belle felt like she had overcome a massive trial and could finally relax. She wanted to build her online following; she didn’t feel like there was time for this girls’ day. “Ugh, and of course you don’t want me posting pictures while we’re out,” Belle rolled her eyes, recalling her friend’s recent request of no ‘promoting your brand’ while they were out. Something about bonding with your friends.
Lost in thought, Belle worked to apply generous amounts of body wash to her supple skin. Her earlier confusion over her breasts must have been an illusion; they seemed normal to her. Maybe her nipples were a little harder than normal, but that happened sometimes. A little warm rubbing loosened them right back up.
She finally turned the shower off and stepped out to dry herself. As she dried her vulva, she brushed her clit and sent tiny sparks through her pelvis. “Ahh…” Belle gasped, turning red. Why was it so sensitive? Realizing her lady bits were thoroughly wet, the woman blushed. Is this because of my tits? She thought to herself, recalling what happened a few minutes ago. “Whatever,” groaned the internet star, pulling her clothes on as she walked out to the kitchen. Pleasant smells wafted in from the hallway, eliciting a rumble from Belle’s stomach. She poked her head into the dining room and kitchen area, seeing her friend. “Good morning, Sophia. What’s for breakfast?” Something needed to go into her stomach before the crankiness started.
“Good morning!!!” Chimed a soft, feminine voice, A petite woman with short, wavy, sandy blond hair stood in the kitchen cooking. “We’re out of eggs and bacon, so I’m cooking up some vegan food. Do you want some? It’s delicious, I promise,” she insisted, giving Belle a pleading look.
Belle groaned, walking to the cupboards. “Come on, there’s ham and cheese. I could just make a grilled sandwich or something…” She pulled some ingredients out from the cupboard and fridge before going to fry herself a sandwich.
Sophia sighed, turning to face her friend while crossing her arms over her chest. “I guess I can’t stop you from eating your food,” the woman felt saddened that she couldn’t convince the brunette to eat some veggies with her.
Belle buttered a pan, toasted a ham and cheese sandwich for herself, and acquired some orange juice. Upon sitting, she admired her delicious, melty creation. “Carbs, protein, and calcium are all I need for the morning,” the woman giggled, taking a bite of her food. “What are you eating anyway?”
Sophia took her seat with a plate of food to eat. “Umm, it doesn’t have a name! I got a bunch of tasty vegetables at the farmer’s market yesterday. So I sauteed them with oil and spices! I also added crispy fried tofu, so I have some more texture. It will give me a lot of energy for the day!” Maybe one day Sophia would strong-arm her bestie into eating a decent meal for once in her life.
Belle scrunched her nose and turned back to her sandwich. “Tofu? No thanks… You can enjoy that yourself,” she said as she took some more bites of food. As expected, her sandwich was delicious. However, maybe the meat was just a tiny, tiny bit gamey or pungent. It was probably nothing; she would just get new ham later. “You know, I bet all of that food would taste a lot better with some butter and grated parmesan,” she teased, harassing the blond. They were used to light bantering.
Sophia stared at her friend eating and blinked, wondering how she could put so much junk and processed food into her body while still retaining that figure. Well, it wasn’t like Belle overate; she would eat reasonable portions and work out. “You know, if you’ll go out and spend time with me, I don’t care if you eat a dumpster of veal for lunch. Just try to do it discreetly if you do, okay?” She laughed gently.
Belle finished shoveling the sandwich into her face and stood up. “Don’t worry; we’ll eat at places with vegan options. Contrary to prior belief, I don’t actually want you to suffer or starve,” the woman chuckled, grabbing Sophia’s plate after she finished eating. “I’m putting the dishes away, so that means you have to take the trash out for the next three months. Fair is fair, right?”
“Hey! Don’t you start that with me,” Sophia pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “I will make you watch an anime called Hand Shakers with me. Every single episode; it’s one of the worst things ever made. I promise you’ll want to die.”
“Your threat worked, I concede,” Belle put her hands up in defeat, absolutely not wanting to watch a single episode of whatever “Hand Shakers” was. “So, what are we doing today?” Belle inquired.
Sophia grimaced, stifling a sigh of frustration. They had multiple conversations about this already, but she didn’t see any good coming from lecturing her bustier friend. “Well! Since you said you wanted to leave the plans to me, I thought we could head downtown to do some shopping and exploring near the community college. We can get lunch and see a movie a little later. It’s also Jazz night at Ludwig’s tonight, so I thought that would be a lot of fun!” While the interests of these two girls aligned less than they used to, Jazz was something both of them still enjoyed.
Belle’s interest piqued. Maybe this won’t be too bad. The woman still wished she could work on her Instagram while they were out, but getting drunk and listening to music didn’t sound awful. “Alright, I’ll leave it to you then! Let’s get dressed and go,” exclaimed the brunette, attempting to be more optimistic.
“Okay, I’m ready!” Sophia stood in the hallway, wearing a cream-colored sundress. She also wore a pair of cute flats and had a circular, Pokeball-themed purse.
Belle came out five minutes later, wearing jean shorts and a red halter top. “You and your dresses,” the woman laughed, looking over at her friend.
“Hey! I like being cute. So, sue me,” Sophia stuck her tongue out and smiled playfully. “Come on; I’m driving!” She grabbed Belle’s hand and nearly dragged her out of the apartment. This young woman could be forceful when needed.
Belle climbed into the passenger seat when they got to the car while her more petite friend sat down and started the ignition. Sophia chatted about her volunteer work and what she hoped to hear at Jazz night as they drove. She was careful not to slip and start rambling about anime; she knew Belle thought it was dorky and liked to avoid the topic outside of when references could help bolster her internet career. The blond also made sure to ask Belle about her hobbies and career, showing a genuine interest in her life.
Fifteen minutes later, they finally arrived as Belle finished an eight-minute diatribe. “So yeah, that’s why I think your followers and patrons should be less demanding. They can get really entitled really fast; it’s honestly awful sometimes.”
Sophia just smiled warmly. “Oh yeah, that sounds pretty bad! I have to respect you for having the tenacity to put up with all of that,” said the young woman supportively, parking on the street in front of some shops. “Free parking on Sunday, that sounds like a good deal. Let’s go!” She beckoned Belle over as they made their way down the sidewalk.
A lukewarm breeze wafted by as birds chirped happily. Only a few lone, fluffy clouds dotted the otherwise clear-blue summer sky. Other shoppers were out for a Sunday morning stroll as well, creating a peaceful ambiance. As the two of them walked and chatted, Belle suddenly felt a little warm. “I think I’m starting my period soon,” she said in frustration. A thin layer of sweat dripped from the tanned woman’s flawless skin, dampening her clothes slightly. Today was muggy just like the previous had been, so the perspiration made sense.
“Just let me know if I can help you in any way, okay?” Sophia responded in a musical tone, grinning cutely. She would do anything to support her friend. Though sometimes, Belle would admittedly get on her nerves.
An hour later, after visiting and browsing some cute shops, the two girls found a French cafe to grab a drink. Sitting down at a small, oaken table in the back, the Song of Storms from Ocarina of Time began sounding off from Sophia’s purse.
“Oh! One second…” The blond pulled her phone out. “I need to take this for just a second-- sorry!” She hoped Belle wouldn’t be mad. Answering the phone, Sophia stood up. “Uncle, were there any issues with her birth? How is the calf?” The woman asked, waving Bell off as she scurried away to talk in private for a moment.
“Does she really need status updates on the birth of a cow?” Belle asked dully after the more petite girl left to talk on her phone. Now she needed to pass the time for a couple of minutes; what would be the best way to do that, though? Well, she just doesn’t want me to do my job when we’re actually together, right? She reasoned to herself, reaching into her purse and whipping out her phone.
Turning on her phone’s camera for a selfie, Belle noticed how sweaty she looked. “Hmmm…” Maybe this would get some clicks. The woman made a cute pose and made a peace sign, taking a selfie with her hot, sweaty body for her fans. Now I just have to figure out what to say.
As she tapped away with her thumbs, Sophia walked back in and looked over at her friend. Her heart sank briefly, but she understood Belle was just killing time for a few minutes. No big deal at all. “Hey! Whatcha typing?” She asked cheerfully, taking her seat.
“Oh-- uhh… Just making a quick status update about having a day out with my bestie,” Belle responded. She also embellished something about helping chase down someone’s cute little dog that got away as a reason for being so sweaty. “I know you said no business, but just a sec. I just need to finish this message so I can make the post,” promised the brunette, staring down at the phone’s screen.
“No problem! I’ll order our drinks while you’re finishing. Do you want a caramel macchiato?” Sophia asked, tilting her head.
“Uhhh-- yeah…” The taller woman thought for a moment but decided to just go with her usual. “Yeah, that sounds good to me. It’s nice that you already know what I like; it makes this easier,” she waved her hand, acting nonchalant. “You can get yourself the green dirt drink that you like.”
“I mean… Two months ago, you claimed it tastes like grass, so don’t you downgrade matcha to dirt status,” Sophia frowned, shaking her head. “It takes a refined palette to enjoy it, so I understand why you might not,” the blond grinned cheekily and trotted off to make the order.
“Yeah yeah,” Belle continued typing her Instagram message, making sure to act cute, vibrant, and feminine whenever possible. She had quickly learned that being personable and approachable was paramount for success. It would be career suicide to behave awkwardly or in a manner that runs contrary to how the dregs of society wish to perceive you. You found the persona that made the most significant majority of people happy and then clung to it, honing it into a deadly weapon. Or, that was her theory, at least.
When Sophia showed up with their drinks, she saw Belle still slaving away at whatever site she was posting to right now. It was easy to lose track of which one the brunette used at any given time. “If you need another minute, that’s fine. Just let me know when you’re done,” the woman exclaimed, staying warm and cheerful. Getting upset wouldn’t help; surely her friend would put that phone down shortly.”
“Thanks, you’re the best!” Belle waved her hand, keeping her eyes on the screen. “No… This sounds too flirty-- one second, I need to change this paragraph,” insisted the sweaty girl, grumbling to herself as she began to make some edits. It was essential to make every Instagram post flawless and perfect. After another seven minutes, she finished and put her phone down. “Hell yeah! I got it, I’m done,” Belle swayed her hips slightly, basking in her triumphant victory.
“I’m glad to hear it! So, do you think we’ll see a soprano saxophone tonight? I guess it’s a given that there would be at least one, but it’s just a sexy instrument. I don’t know why I find it so elegant, but--” she stopped suddenly as her bustier friend grabbed her phone again and went back to it. Seriously??
“I know, I know! Don’t look at me like that, one sec. Before I forget, I need to make a tl;dr version of this for Twitter. I keep forgetting to update Twitter, which is me just wasting potential exposure. It will take a sec; there’s a tiny character limit on Twitter,” Belle attempted to reason with her friend, gazing at her Twitter feed as the sound of tapping wafted through the cool, cafe air.
“It’s okay,” responded the blond with a weak smile. Sophia folded her hands into her lap and turned to stare at some art on the wall. This is just how she is. I need to let this go. Sophia decided to silently make fun of how every piece of art in the French cafe was Italian.
“OKAY, done!” Belle exclaimed pridefully, setting her phone down. Upon seeing her bestie’s expression, the brunette felt slightly bad. “For real! I’m sorry, habits are hard to break. No more okay? Tell you what, let me give matcha another shot. I promise I’ll pretend to like it this time.” With that, she reached over to grab the cup farthest from her.
“You can have a sip, but if you make a scrunchy face, I can’t promise I won’t punch you,” said the gentle girl with a bubbly vibrance.
“I’m not too worried about your cute, girly arms,” Belle retorted, taking a sip of the drink. She expected to resist making a sour face and hate it, but something odd happened. The woman had no desire to gag; honestly, it tasted half decent. The earthy grassiness gave it a robust quality. At the same time, she still preferred her coffee. “You know, it’s not as awful as I remember. I might steal a sip once in a while; but, coffee is still better.” With that, she grabbed the proper cup and began to savor the lovely, complex flavor of her beverage.
Sophia blinked in astonishment. She had known Belle for fifteen years and wasn’t used to changing her mind on food; honestly, the internet star could be stubborn as a mule and relatively immovable at times. “If it stops you from consuming gratuitous amounts of sugary coffee, I’d be happy to share.” It was impossible not to worry about that girl sometimes.
“Don’t worry so much. My doctor says I’m healthy, so I’ll just eat healthy when my metabolism crashes in a few years,” Belle rebutted her friend’s concerns.
“Anyways, was there absolutely nothing you wanted to do after we’re done here? I would love to do something you’re interested in as well,” Sophia insisted, giving her dear friend a thumbs up.
“Hey, I know I took forever to get a free day, so I’d be happy to do whatever you want,” Belle promised. “I promise I’ll just force you to come with me the next time I do a me thing, okay?”
Sophia raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm…” Crossing her arms over her chest, the blond pondered Belle’s proposal. “If you really promise to drag me somewhere kicking and screaming, then I’ll pick what we do next. But you can’t complain, okay?” Not complaining would be a daunting task.
“Of course! I won’t let you down!”
Oh God, why did she have to take us here? Belle kept up a cheery facade as she stared at a painting of a vase with flowers in it. She wouldn’t throw a fit when Sophia seemed to be having so much fun looking at the displayed artwork.
“I know this isn’t your idea of fun, but thank you for coming to the museum with me! I just wanted to check out the new ‘Nature’s Beauty’ exhibit real quick. We can leave in under an hour,” Sophia beamed, grinning brightly as she hopped up and down excitedly. She had boundless energy when it came to exciting days out with friends or loved ones.
“I’ll admit, some of the art here is pretty good,” Belle smirked before laughing with her friend.
As the two of them entered another wing of the exhibit, Sophia meandered off to check out a wall of landscapes. When the blond got energized about something, she had mild attention span issues.
Belle sighed, her mind wandering back to thoughts of Instagram and streaming. I need to figure out what exactly to do with Cowtina. Lost in her head, Belle strolled over to a display of paintings that displayed animals out with nature. Suddenly, something snapped the brunette out of her daydreaming from the corner of her eye. A painting that depicted a rural farm at sunset; cows were grazing in a pasture. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something about this piece seemed off to her. What is it, though? Why does this creep me out? Belle mused over why she felt so uneasy, scrunching her brow. Seeing her dear friend wander close, she turned to get some input. “Hey! You’re really into art and paintings and stuff. Why is this farm painting over here so creepy? You see what I mean, right?” A low, dull throb ached in her breasts and pelvis, creating a faintly sticky sensation between her legs. It wasn’t severe enough for the young woman to pay it much mind.
Sophia shifted her gaze toward the wall, inspecting the expertly painted farm. “Hmmm… Creepy, you said?” She asked, scanning the image closely. After a minute, she shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t think I see what you mean. It’s just a nice painting of a farm. It invokes a serene, calm feeling within me. Honestly, it kind of puts me at ease.”
Belle frowned, squinting as she looked harder. “Huh, I don’t know what’s going on then…” The artist had even drawn udders on the cows. Seeing them made her nipples throb for a split second while a similar burst assaulted her dampened sex. It was gone before she could fully register the experience but left her feeling tingly. Wait a moment, I know what this is. “Sorry, I’m starting my period pretty soon, so I’m losing my mind. I’m ready to look at something else!” She didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. Female bodies did all kinds of weird shit; it came with the estrogen.
“Makes sense to me! I’ve had crazier things happen, so I don’t blame you,” Sophia said reassuringly. “We can head out now; the new exhibit was just okay. It’s not too late to pick something before Jazz night, by the way.”
“Give me like two minutes to think. I see what happens now if I let you be the decider,” Belle giggled as they headed to the entrance.
“Hey, babe!” A masculine voice called out as a tall, well-toned man walked toward the girls with a grin. “I didn’t expect to see you here of all places, Belle!”
The brunette blinked. “Bret? What are you doing here, hun?” Belle’s lips curled up into a big smile as she put her hands on the man’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. “We were just leaving actually; the new exhibit was underwhelming, or, I’m told that’s the case at least. Also, that button-up shirt looks cute on you, but I’m not sure how I feel about the plaid,” the woman pouted.
“A plaid button-up with jeans is peak fashion; I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man laughed. “I just got a haircut and thought I’d check out the exhibit while I’m on this side of town,” he said simply, running his fingers through his now short, light brown hair. “Sophia! How are you doing?” The man asked, realizing he had rudely ignored her. “Are you watching anything new this season?” He asked curiously.
Sophia thought for a moment. “Well, five out of seven of the Isekai I tried to watch the first episode of were awful. I’m going to try the other two, but I’m not hopeful,” the blond admitted dejectedly, shaking her head.
A mild tinge of annoyance bubbled up within Belle. She sometimes forgot that both her boyfriend and Sophia were into anime and other weeb shit.
"There’s this new original anime by Orange this season you need to check out. If you thought Houseki no Kuni looked good, this one is--,” the man stopped his tirade, noticing the frustrated look on Belle’s face. “I’ll send you a link later, okay?”
Sophia understood the importance of tending to one’s girlfriend and nodded. “Sure, any time!”
Bret leaned back in to kiss his girlfriend again. “Babe, don’t forget about our hike on Friday. I’m excited! I’m going to make us a picnic lunch, okay?” He ran his hand up over the woman’s back and smiled, always happy to provide Belle with physical affection.
Belle admittedly did enjoy being touched. The way Bret’s strong hand caressed the small of her back made her weak in the knees and caused her to forget the frustration from a moment ago. “Yes, I am excited for it!” A smoky fragrance suddenly assaulted her nostrils. What is that? The woman’s body temperature rose a degree or two. “Whatever this new cologne is, I really like it,” Belle nuzzled her boyfriend’s shoulder before pulling back again.
“Oh! This isn’t anything new. It’s been a couple of months since I last used it, so you might have forgotten,” the young man responded, checking his phone for the time. “I only have about twenty minutes, so I’ll take a look at the meh tier exhibit and talk to you both later. Take care, babe! You too, Sophia,” he waved, heading off to explore after exchanging goodbyes with both girls.
Belle enjoyed hiking immensely and was quite excited to spend some time with her man on Friday. After Bret was out of sight, the young woman stretched and let out a content sigh. “Today has been pretty good!” Maybe taking a little time away from Instagram and Twitter wasn't the end of the world.
“Soprano saxophone solo!? Hell yes!” Sophia cheered, sitting at a cozy table with her bestie as they enjoyed some mixed drinks together. It was ninety minutes into Jazz night at Ludwig’s, and there was an upbeat yet relaxed ambiance. Patrons drank and laughed amongst themselves as soulful music filled the dimly lit bar.
Belle felt light and somewhat giddy, unable to stop smiling. “Yes!!! He’s really good, I can’t believe it,” the brunette cheered, taking a sip of her rum and coke. She liked to keep her drinking straightforward and to the point. While focused on watching the performance, she reached over to take a sip of her drink. When a creamy substance hit her tongue and defied her mind’s expectation, she recoiled and set the cup down. “Ugh, what is that?” The woman asked with a grimace.
"That’s my White Russian, sugar,” sighed Sophia, reaching over to pull her drink closer. “Don’t touch my things; you’d get upset if I stole your drink,” the woman grinned cheekily, sticking her tongue out.
“Trust me, I wouldn’t touch booze with milk in it willingly,” retorted Belle. After that sip, a sense of uneasiness washed over the young woman. Something about the drink’s creaminess reminded her of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. In response, her breasts tingled as each nipple lit up with a dull throb. Belle’s cheeks turned pink as she glanced down and saw each erect point imprinting upon her top. How the hell did both of you get this hard?? I’m wearing a bra for crying out loud. Lamenting her misfortune, she decided to escape to the bathroom. “Hey, I’ll be right back,” she waved and got up, marching away briskly.
“Try not to miss the group with the flute player!” Sophia waved her friend off, turning her attention back to the stage.
Barging into the women’s restroom, Belle waltzed into the nearest stall and closed the door. She had to pee anyway; alcohol had that effect on her. “I’m just going to get you two to chill,” she muttered under her breath as she undid her button, sliding her shorts and panties down. As they peeled away from her dampened crotch, a sense of relief filled the young woman. She hadn’t realized how uncomfortable and agitated her vulva had been until she freed it. How did I sweat this much? She tried to recall if today had been hot. Well, I have been drinking.
Her nipples did get hard sometimes, so she thought warming them up might help. It was rather chilly at this venue, after all. Belle pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. Maybe it needed to be adjusted, but she also wanted a chance to air out for a few minutes. Upon freeing her breasts, they bounced into their naturally perky shape. Each nipple appeared to be harder and more tender than usual. Why did this happen after I sipped that drink?? She combed through her memories, feeling that she had forgotten something critical. Something about the fact it was creamy, but the thought train ended there. “Okay, let’s warm up,” Belle sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to overthink this. She then cupped each breast in her hands, suddenly letting out a small yelp as nearly-painful spasms wracked each breast. Immediately after, she withdrew from her chest. Bele didn’t see how her tits could be this sensitive just because of her period.
Still trying to figure out her best option, Belle thought it was as good enough time as any to pee. Upon wiping, Belle’s eyes narrowed. Am I bleeding? She tried to reason but realized she wasn’t cramping. Quite the opposite, her crotch tingled pleasantly, dripping with hot, sticky lubricant. Moving her fingers up to her face and seeing the clear, sticky fluid was all the confirmation needed. She sat quietly while her adrenaline spiked; it didn’t make any sense for her pussy to be this hot and bothered. Despite a valiant effort to figure out what the hell was going on, Belle’s musings stopped as her mind drifted.
An image of Brett’s toned swimmer body materialized in the horny woman’s brain. He was wearing that speedo she was rather fond of and had a rather conspicuous erection. Something Belle found quite hot was a man’s throbbing erection springing free upon removing his underwear. Within her mind, Brett did just that, unleashing his manhood. Rather than the usual pale, eight-inch big boy, she was used to, a massive log of a cock hung nearly to his knees. The veiny flesh was darker than usual, not entirely fitting Brett’s skin tone.
Where did this come from? Belle flushed a deep shade of crimson. She was horny in the bathroom of a bar and suddenly fantasizing about her boyfriend with this unnatural, monstrous cock. This wasn’t normal for her. Without realizing it, her fingers slid down to her thigh and moved closer to the steamy folds. Brett stripped Belle down forcefully in her fantasy, removing her clothes before maneuvering her onto her hands and knees. Keeping her pinned, Brett smacked his girlfriend’s ass and forced his gargantuan length into her tight, throbbing pussy hole.
Belle’s fingers brushed over her sweaty labia and felt a twinge of excitement. Without further hesitation, she pushed all four fingertips into the engorged, sticky crevice. Tiny sparks ignited within her feminine slit, flowing up through the core of her body. “Ahhh…” She let out a muffled moan. Beads of sweat formed all over her body while her breathing grew heavier and more erratic. Brett’s massive bull cock feels so good, she found her clitoris, pinching it between her finger and thumb as lewd noises filled the bathroom. His massive-- cock… She had used an adjective with that a moment ago-- what was that? She couldn’t remember, too caught up in the euphoric pleasure that permeated every cell of her body. Everything was so much more sensitive than expected; even just light clit play was enough to create orgasmic bursts within her. “Ohhh!...” Belle had initially put more effort into keeping the noise low but had gotten swept up in the moment.
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open. Sophia poked her head in, hearing peculiar sounds and growing concerned. “Belle, is everything okay?”
Belle heard Sophia’s voice and snapped back to reality. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest as she made an effort to keep the noise low. What the fuck was that? What was I doing? Am I fucking insane?? The woman willed herself calm, not wanting her voice to be shaky or trying to catch her breath when responding. “These period cramps are really fucking bad tonight; I’m sorry about that.” She figured this would be the best excuse possible that she could think up in five seconds.
Sophia felt concerned; it didn’t seem like Belle was lying. She had seen a tiny bit off and had mentioned her period earlier as well. “Well, the flute players aren’t even going up. They apparently got involved in some drug empire, and all went to prison. Why don’t we head home? I had a lot of fun today,” the woman said gently. Honestly, it did not sound like her friend had been in pain there. She had no idea why Belle might do such a thing, but it wasn’t any of her business.
I think she bought my excuse.... Great! Belle sighed in relief, happy to feel her breasts and sex calm. “That sounds good. I’ll meet you at the front door; give me just a couple minutes,” the brunette requested. Sophia agreed, taking her leave with a look of concern still plastered across her face.
What the hell was that though? Belle contemplated, trying to deduce insanity might plague her. On the bright side, she did have her therapy appointment the next day.
“Maybe I’ll just ask Mr. Harrison; it’s his job to listen to my bullshit.” Right now, she just had to get home without losing her noodles. Heading home, interacting with her fans for a bit, and watching Netflix were her only priorities for the rest of the evening.
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