Dance Academy discussion

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Kari answered the phone, sounding wide awake, though the call had woken him. "Hello?" he smiled

It was as if he could be heard smiling on the other end, already up and stumbling around the pitch black room, searching for his tights. "Sure!" he laughed enthusiastically.

"Uh, hip hop room," he said, checking his watch. 2300. Down the hall in the bathroom, Olivia was already making the most of the hot water and steam, yet she had left the door unlocked in her rush after her evening jog.

Olivia turned from behind the sheer shower curtain, her tall, dark, well-defined body slick with steam and sweat and water. She screamed momentarily. "aah! Oh, Holly...." she trailed off, unsure of the girl's motives and wishing to leave it open to her. She had honestly been attracted to her the moment they met, and acted rude to cover it up.
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She paused for a moment, sliding the sheer curtain back to look at her, feeling rude talking through it and forgetting about completely exposing herself. "No don't. I'm almost done. I don't mind sharing if you need to get somewhere fast," she said, trying to covertly offer her to share.

She panicked and feared it showed on her face, the dark waves in her hair against her full lips making something inside her pull. She slipped in the wet shower and fell, banging her head and moaning as she rubbed the soon-to-be bruise.

She stood slowly and effortlessly, looking slightly down at Holly, the exchange of their foggy breaths and their eyes meeting nearly making her dizzy. They were so close, standing in silence as if waiting for the other to do it, but she wasn't going to be the one of the two to close the steamy half inch between them.

Olivia stood, now completely unsure about Holly's preferences. She put her hands on her shoulders to emphasize what she was going to say, consequentially moving them millimeters closer, both with wet, plump lips. "I lied. Oh god, did I lie," she whispered hotly, the sincerity embedded in her voice showing in her gentle, pleading face.

Olivia wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a hug. An act not just of pent up sexual need, but of care and love. She drew back, looking down at her. "Because it is right. Don't believe those who tell you it's not. Try it," she begged, feeling herself grow more and more wet, not from water, as she studied her lover's face.

Olivia let her hands snake to her waist, the girl's soaked clothes clinging tightly to her perfect, envy worthy curves. "Why?" she asked, leaning her head in the crook of her neck, offering herself up completely to this beautiful artwork of a girl.

Olivia gasped, her eyes widening then shutting tight as she clung to Holly's neck before pulling her wet shirt off over her head, and throwing it to the tile floor with a wet slop, that reflected her clenching excitement physically at the moment. Holly was not well endowed, but that didn't lessen her hotness one bit.

Olivia slowly unclasped her lacy pink bra that stood out in contrast against her sun kissed skin, giving her a bite on the neck that was sure to leave a hickey once better judgement returned. She massaged the girls small breasts slowly and, gauging her interest, licked her peaking nipples before sucking deeply at one of them, her hips bucking needily. She let go for a moment. "Your pants.." she begged her before giving the other breast the same care, her fingers leading her into her dark jeans to massage the round globes of her butt.

Olivia realized her nerves, and stood back up, kissing her deeply and encouragingly. "Lie down," she commanded, stepping out and locking the door before turning the steamy water back on to rain in their flushed faces.

She smirked, her eyelashes hitting her cheek as she batted them. "Gladly." And with that, she sat on top of her, sitting at her knees to do her work. Her tongue left a streak of saliva down her cheek and neck, over her breast and down her stomach to her hips, looking down at her unshaven sex then up at her in question.

Olivia smiled maliciously. She was not one to consider others in times like these. And she still didn't personally find herself a fan of the girl, despite personally changing the way her pendulum swung. She took the cue and bit against her clit, taking each fold into her mouth before suddenly penetrating her with her tongue, feeling the blood, the metallic taste, and pushing unbearably against her mouth with the heel of her hand to muffle her.

Olivia raised up, the blood in her mouth quickly washing away. "Sh...It will get better...promise." She then entered her with one finger and began to pump and moved back up to suck on her firm breasts again.

She added another finger and increased speed, her tongue trailing south to bite at her clit again, the water renewing her passion.

She nodded slowly, adding a third finger and giving her one final pump as she pressed against her lips harshly.

Olivia, surprised by her endurance, laid back obediently. The girl's tongue and hands were not what made her moan as she did, but the fragrant, long wet hair that trailed down her body.

Olivia laughed, bucking her hips up at Holly. "I don't bite," she purred.

Olivia angled herself up to prime position, her smooth sex wet and clenching in preparation as she moaned, yanking a little as she ran her hands through Holly's endless hair.

Olivia screamed her name, bucking wildly and begging for more, sure the bite would hurt later but now she just wanted her to give it all. "God..Holly..please...Oh gosh Holly I love you just please...more,"

She moaned then, giving in and collapsing. She lay there for a moment before gathering her things and preparing to leave.

Kari frowned on the other end. "Hi! You okay? I'm waiting...no hurry though,"

Olivia moaned in her sleep, rolling over in Holly's direction. She was wearing nothing in bed but a thong.

She heard her and slowly opened her long-lashed eyes. "Holly?" she called, her voice milky and dreamy.

She yawned, sitting up. "Oh, you left your clothes in the shower room. They're over there,"

She layed back with a huff, burying her head in her pillow and sighing into sleep

Olivia groaned, turning on the light. It was pouring rain outside. "What..what are you doing?"

She rubbed her eyes. "Oh..okay.." she trailed off, laying back down and stretching, her eyes still on Holly.

"Holly where are you going?" Olivia asked quietly, looking over sadly.

Olivia sat up slowly. "Because I..I was wondering...if you liked yesterday..and wanted to try again," she pleaded slowly, her long honey hair a mess in the faint light of the room.

She leaned over, her eyes and breasts pleading. "Oh, please?" she begged, leaning close.

She scowled. "You know that's not true. Stop trying to avoid this!" she demanded, reaching out for her.

Olivia got out of bed, not caring she was all but naked, and shoved her back. "You lie!"

Olivia took her and shoved her back onto the bed, straddling her and chewing on her neck and nipping at her lips before slipping her tongue between them. "Liar"

"I don't care," she growled, her tongue slipping down her bra.

She fell off the bed, her eyes reflecting her pain as she sobbed once, hiccupping.

"Wait!" she begged, her hand on her shoulder. "Why did you do this?" she pleaded quietly, crying freely.

She was furious and hormonal at this point, and could think of no specificity that would please her. She drew back and hit the back of her head, making her stumble forward.

"I don't care!" she screamed, rubbing her eyes and turning back to the bed, breathing hard.

She threw something small at her before laying back in bed, turning off the lamp and sighing. Through the crack of light seeping in the door, the ring shone in the carpet.

A voice picked up on the other end, waves crashing in the background, making it difficult to hear the beach bum inflection in his Aussie accent. "Heyy!! Sorry I didn't get to your first call, I was surfing."

He frowned, digging his board into the sand with one angry shove. "Holly, what the heck are you talking about?" he questioned, hating seriousness and his friend's pain.

He stood, one hand on his board as he set his jaw in aline, his jaw bone defined, suddenly looking much less like a careless boy and more like a man. "Too late. Either you tell me what's going on, or I come make you tell me," he said sternly, his voice dropping an octave.

He cleared his throat, his muscles flexing in anger as he picked up his board and began heading towards the school. "Where do you want to meet?" he asked, not giving her another choice.

He put his board into his dorm and shook his sand off, walking to the hip hop room in his sand filled rash guard shirt and swim shorts.