Chapter 45: Show and Tell, Round Two

    Is that…? Wow. Is that all…?! Stephanie thought, eyes widening at the generous splattering of cum plastered up along Kelly’s neck, some beginning to slide down to pool in her cleavage. Watching Kelly guide him to climax, feeling him shift against her thighs and finally go rigid had Stephanie going crazy. Beneath the gijinka dress, she was wearing nothing at all, and she was way past heating up—she was positively molten and squirming with arousal.

    Nuclear pink was flashing intermittently across her mindscape and twitching twinges traveled up and down her body. Stephanie hadn’t been able to imagine anything more sexual than when she’d been secretly fingered amidst a room of strangers earlier. However, that helpless sort of desire paled before witnessing the obscenely pornographic lust of Kelly fellating him and then squeezing his magnificent dick between her breasts and getting him off while others watched—being finger-fucked in the panel room seemed like a private, subdued moment in comparison.

    I want that, Stephanie struggled to think, to push coherent thoughts through this radioactive pink haze engulfing her. Another tremor went through her body, and she felt herself contract down there with need. Hours ago, she wouldn’t have been able to even imagine something so directly lewd, and now she realized that she needed it, the idea immediately transforming into raw erotic compulsion. I want to make him cum all over me. With my mouth, with my body… with everything. I want it—I NEED it.

    “Oh my God,” Kelly murmured in surprise, sliding her hands up her breasts to gather goopy spreads of ejaculate. “Is this for serious?” Milky white seed was everywhere, in runny spatters and slick strands. A portion of it was even visible in her mouth, cradled between her lip and her tongue, and a string was dripping down from the side of her chin. A mess of semen was all over her chest and the globes of her breasts, beading downward like drooping candle wax, but clearer, more fluid-looking. Stephanie couldn’t help but wonder how warm it felt. How it tasted.

    “Holy fuck,” Emily breathed out in surprise as she disengaged from the nearly insensate Brian. “Is that all—d-did he just—erupt?”

    “Yeah,” Kelly grinned. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen so much all at once? Like, even in movies? Jesus, Brian.”

    “Emily…”  Brian managed to gasp out between ragged breaths. “Did—did you just kiss me?!”

    “What? N-no,” Emily denied, her face flushing red in embarrassment. “You’re imagining things.”

    “I think that maybe you did, Emily,” Stephanie let out a giggle, leaning forward over Brian to gently run her hand through Emily’s pixie cut. “Take a look.”

    Her fingers revealed a brilliant strand of blue now adorning Emily’s bangs.

    “What is it?” Emily blushed, batting away Stephanie’s hand. “What? Ew, Brian! Did you get jizz on me?! Ew!”

    “Nope,” Kelly laughed. “You kissed him alright—you’ve got a streak of color. S’how we know who all’s guilty around here.”

    “Color? Whaddya mean, ‘color?’” Emily protested with a blush. “What are you talking about?”

    “Blue?” Brian looked at her in surprise. “I don’t get it. Pink, and then red, and now blue?”

    “I’m not fallin’ for it!” Emily proclaimed, twisting away from Brian so that she could sit up. “You guys are just tryin’ to distract from all of… this.” She gestured towards the gooey mess flung all over Kelly’s cleavage and beginning to drip down towards Brian’s naked thighs.

    “While we’re on the subject of Brian paint-by-numbers,” Kelly teased, swiping a fingertip through the milky white spending across her breast. “Steph—tell me if this does anything.”

    Everyone watched in surprise as Kelly then took the dollop of spunk and put it between her lips, slurping it into her mouth as if it was a gob of icing. For a moment, there was only Kelly’s expectant look—but then, Stephanie realized that a cascade of bright red was soaking down through the remaining black in Kelly’s hair, swallowing up what had once been disparate streaks of color until only a few black strands remained. Kelly’s eyebrows followed suit, turning a brilliant red as they arched up over her fluttering eyes.

    “Uwwaaahh-haaaahhh, I know it did somethin’, ‘cause that felt like, uh.” Kelly paused, licking her lips. “Like a fuckin’ deep scalp massage, but like—from the inside of my skull. Little red comets and shit. Feels fucking amazing.”

    “It... did do something,” Stephanie confirmed, bit her lip, unable to shake that restless horny buzz going up and down her body. “You’re almost completely red, now.” 

    “What… the fuck?” Emily’s mouth fell open in astonishment at Kelly’s transformation. “How’d you do that?”

    “Whoa. I mean,” Brian murmured, blinking at them, still obviously fairly out of it. “Kelly, that’s...”

    Briaaan… Looking across Brian’s handsome features as his head was cradled in her lap, down that perfect naked chest of his to where his incredible penis stood, still shockingly erect, finally to Kelly’s breasts—bountiful scoops of flesh, thoroughly soused with that liberal marination of white ejaculate… The pink heat of desire building up inside of Stephanie was almost unbearable, and she couldn’t control her breathing anymore. Impulsive ideas, each one more salacious than the last, rose and fell within her on molten pink plumes of liquid arousal.

    The urge to get up, go over and swipe Brian’s creamy cum off of Kelly’s ample breasts and shovel it eagerly into her mouth was overpowering. She wanted it, so badly that it was frightening. Wanted to frantically lick and kiss every last pearl of Brian’s spunk off of her friend’s fair skin, wanted to smear it all over herself, wanted to share it with Kelly in a messy kiss so that they could both enjoy the heady high of this moment. 

    More than anything, she wanted to try blowing Brian herself.

    “No, seriously,” Emily interjected. “How’d you do that?”

    “You saw how I did that,” Kelly said, dipping her fingers back into the runny glaze across her cleavage and sucking it into her mouth again. “Brian’s got magic cum, duh.”

    “Magic kisses, too?” Stephanie added with a sheepish smile. “A magic tongue?”

    “Sure seems like it,” Kelly grinned. “Yeah.”

    “He what,” Emily stared at them in disbelief.

    “Your hair gets color when you kiss him,” Stephanie explained. “It’s a thing. Or, also when you… um, other things. You should have felt something, that was... really out of the ordinary, to go along with it, right? Something amazing? You have strands of blue in your hair now, Emily.”

    “I what,” Emily’s hands shot up to her hair. “I do not. You guys’re fuckin’ with me.”

    “Didn’t you feel it?” Kelly teased, sliding fingers slick with cum into her mouth and pulling them out clean. The last vestiges of her dark hair were rapidly disappearing. “Fuck, I still feel it. Steph—you’ve gotta try some of this.”

    “I-I, um, is it…?” Stephanie stammered out an uneasy laugh.

    “Try some,” Kelly insisted, dropping her arms to her sides and presenting her chest. “I wanna see what else happens.”

    “Wait, wait,” Brian shook his head, groggily struggling up onto his elbows. “Emily, why’d you kiss me?”

    “I don’t know?!” Emily shrunk back from him, still covering her head. “Wh-why’d you be a stupid sexy jerk-butt?!”

    “That doesn’t make any sens—”

    “You don’t make any sense!” Emily cut him off. “This whole… this doesn’t make any sense! What the fuck is going on?!”

    “You have blue in your hair,” Brian pointed out with a chuckle.

    “Y-you have jism everywhere!” Emily countered, her voice going into a higher pitch. “You just got sucked and blown and fucking titfucked right in front of us and you’re naked and you have girlfriends—girlfriends, plural, and—!”

    “Yeah, but why’d you kiss him, though?” Kelly smirked, giving her a look.

    “Th-this isn’t about me!” Emily protested, pointing an accusing finger at Kelly. “You’re topless and covered in spooge, you don’t get a say!”

    “Spooge? Who says spooge?” Kelly rolled her eyes. “You’re a dork. Call it cock sauce. Baby batter. High fructose porn syrup, throat yogurt, man-glue—” 

    “Yeah, why’d you kiss me though, Emily?” Brian pressed, looking at his longtime friend with equal parts curiosity and amusement in his expression. “Was it just—”

    “—Penis colada, trouser tallow, daddy-milk—”

    “Sh-shut up!” Emily protested. “Both of you! I just—I don’t know, I just felt like it, okay? It’s not a big deal. We’ve kissed before. Not a big deal.”

    “No we haven’t,” Brian shook his head, giving Emily an incredulous look.

    “We totally have!” Emily blustered out, pulling her yukata closed again. “Shut up!”

    “Let her speak,” Stephanie chided, tapping Brian’s shoulder.

    “I... wasn’t drunk,” Emily admitted in a small, almost inaudible voice, looking at them like they were bullying her.

    “...What?”

    “I wasn’t drunk, back then,” Emily said quietly. “Okay?”

    “No, no, you definitely were drunk,” Brian pointed out. “You passed out and everything.”

    “Okay—fine, I was a little drunk,” Emily gave him a nervous smile. “But, I wasn’t... supposed to be?”

    “I swear Emily, if you’re messing with me right now… do you have any idea what a crush I had on you all throughout high school?”

    “You what?” Emily looked stunned. “You fucking what?! You did not. I wasn’t the crush, you were the crush!”

    “Yeah, real mature, Emily,” Brian rolled his eyes. “You’re rubber and I’m glue, huh?”

    “No, cut it out, I’m being so for serious right now,” Emily exclaimed. There was a strange, giddy feeling rising up within her, as if the strange blue was beginning to bubble with anticipation. “Did you for real have a crush on me?”

    “Did you?”

    “You answer first!” Emily insisted in a childish manner.

    “When did you start to have a crush on me, then?” Brian challenged.

    “First day of school,” Emily couldn’t help but smile brilliantly. “Right when you—you know, when you released your power level.”

    “His… power level?” Kelly gave her a strange look.

    “So, why didn’t you ever…?” Brian asked.

    “I did!” Emily said in exasperation, looking away to hide her embarrassment. “It just… well, you know how it went. Fuck.”

    “You could’ve just said something—”

    “I… could not. Nope, no, no way,” Emily blustered. “It was tough for me back in high school, okay?! Why didn’t you ever say something?”

    “It was… also tough, back then,” Brian managed. “There was stuff. Things.”

    “Well—okay, yeah,” Emily winced. “That’s true. But, that was all a long time ago!”

    “It was.”

    “So...” Emily fidgeted on the bed. “I could be your girlfriend too, now, right? C’mon, everybody’s doing it!”

    “I mean, yeah—you could,” Brian gave her an even look. “If I wasn’t half-sure that you’re just fucking with me. You’re somehow both the first person and the last person I’d ever trust.”

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    “What do I have to say to convince you?!” Emily laughed.

    “Nothing,” Brian countered with a chuckle. “You’d have to prove it.”

    “You prove it,” Emily argued. “You’re the one that said you have this big crush on me! Hah, yeah right!”

    “No, you!”

    “No, you!”

    “Children, children,” Kelly interrupted, amused at seeing Brian reveal this unexpected side of him. “Can you two just fuck and get it over with?”

    “O-okay,” Emily said, her voice slightly wavering.

    “So, you’re being completely serious?” Brian asked with finality. “About me?”

    “Yeah,” Emily answered, looking gun-shy once again. “Kinda?”

    “What do you mean, ‘kinda?’”

    “Uh, kinda… completely?” Emily admitted.

    “Emily,” Kelly intervened again. “Why don’t you try convincing him? And, I don’t mean with your words?”

    “Uhhh,” Emily stiffened up. “Umm.”

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    Seeing Emily’s eyes dance with nervous anticipation, watching her ever-so-hesitantly lean into Brian for a second kiss made Stephanie want to squeal with delight. The whirling inferno of pink fire heating her body didn’t contain a single flame of jealousy—if anything, Emily’s presence seemed to have brought out even more of Brian, more of Brian’s depths than she’d have seen otherwise. A shared past, readily evident in how at ease they were with one another, with the twists and turns of the feelings they’d tried to suppress for each other made all the more interesting.

    The Latina tilted her head as her lips suspensefully neared Brian’s, the shaggy bangs of her pixie-cut falling across her face, when— 

    “Hey there! Listen up!” A tinny, high-pitched voice loudly interjected, and Brian and Emily both flinched back from each other with embarrassed looks. Although it had been several years, Stephanie recognized the sound byte as the guide fairy from Legends of Griselda, and she heard Emily cuss to herself and pull a phone out from a hidden pocket sewn into the sash of her costume’s obi.

    “Haha, uh. Shit,” Emily fidgeted, her face flushed completely red. “Sorry, s-some timing, huh?”

    “Of course,” Brian awkwardly cleared his throat. “Yeah. It was gonna be either your phone or mine that did that, hah.”

    Except... your phone was stolen, Stephanie remembered. It was a fact that didn’t sit well with her, because after everything that had happened, she was sure Chloe would find something rotten to do with it. That tense anger from before began to creep back up the more she thought about it.

    “Well?” Looking eminently entertained, Kelly rested an elbow on the bed besides Brian from where she sat on the floor. The now brilliantly-red haired young woman was idly tracing lines through the splatter of cum and depositing globs of the stuff in her mouth like she was snacking on popcorn. “What’s the hold up?”

    “Uhh.” Pale illumination was cast across Emily’s face as she unlocked her phone to read the message. “It’s Rebecca—she says sorry. They’re on their way to the car, she’s gonna swing by to give me my bag. Then, she’s gonna try to find a different room someplace for them.”

    “There… might not be any,” Stephanie quirked her lip into a frown. While it seemed fitting to her that Chloe would have no place to stay—that didn’t seem fair at all to her savior Rebecca. “All the hotels near the convention center are probably booked.”

    “Yeah, the rooms were all reserved out like, months ago,” Brian agreed, pulling himself back up into a sitting position.

    “Rebecca can still room with us, right?” Emily asked, peeking at Brian. “Then, Chloe can just sleep out in the car overnight or something?”

    “Is Rebecca fine watching us fornicate like beasts for most of the night?” Kelly hummed to herself with a saucy smile, running a finger along Brian’s length. “In case you girls haven’t noticed—this bad boy isn’t going down at all.” The room lapsed into silence and the three girls found themselves staring at the girthy erection, still standing up as tall as ever and with no apparent signs of going flaccid anytime soon.

    “He’s gonna fuck me senseless, ‘til I don’t even know which one of us is Kelly anymore. Hard, loud sex,” Kelly informed Emily in a matter-of-fact tone. “After that—once he’s taken a bit of the edge off—he’s gonna make love sweetly and gently to Stephanie.”

    “Hah,” Emily let out an uneasy laugh. It looked like she couldn’t tell if Kelly was kidding or not. “Then, then what about me?!”

    “Uh, then you and Brian awkwardly dick around with each other never getting anywhere,” Kelly rolled her eyes. “If what I’ve seen is any indication.”

    “Starting to feel like somewhere along the way, we veered off course from our innocent game of Show and Tell,” Brian murmured under his breath, putting a hand over his privates. “Don’t let her lead you astray too, Emmie.”

    “I… have a room that Rebecca and Chloe should be able to use tonight,” Stephanie finally spoke up, trying not to look as conflicted as she felt. “I was supposed to share a room with my friend, we split the cost together, but I. Um. Ended up staying here, instead. I’m sure Megan won’t mind at all.”

    “Yeah, but wasn’t that room… well. You know?” Brian exchanged looks with Kelly and then made a face.

    “Yes,” Stephanie nodded, pressing her lips into a thin line. “But, I can at least offer. I need to go over there tonight anyways to give Megan my charger, or, ah, I don’t think she’ll have a phone tomorrow to get in touch with me for the trip home.”

    “Okay, I… uh, yeah,” Emily said. “If you’re cool with that, we can do that.”

    “I’ll go change into real clothes,” Stephanie said, standing up.

    “Hey, wait a minute,” Kelly protested. “Ugh, you guys…”

    “Brian, can I talk to you... privately for a second?” Emily asked, fidgeting with her yukata.

    Dragging her bulging travel bag into the bathroom with her—Stephanie was exhausted enough that she didn’t want to bother carrying it—she began to change into her normal, everyday clothes for the first time this weekend. Slipping back out of her pink-and-red Flamituff dress, she donned her last pair of underwear, a simple white tee, and then stepped into a pair of blue denim overalls which were so faded they were nearly white. The overalls were cut off just above the knee like a pair of shorts, and like all of her favorite clothes, they didn’t draw much attention to her features.

    She made sure to take her phone charger from her bag as well before zipping it closed, folding and tucking the cable into her pocket. Stephanie hadn’t actually even needed to charge her phone over the weekend, her battery was still fine as she seldom had reason to use the device. Megan on the other hand, seemed unable to cope without, pulling up videos to watch even on elevator rides and playing anime theme music out loud when they’d walked to the convention center together Friday morning.

    The reminder that tomorrow—Sunday—was AnimeCon’s final day was incredibly sobering, and Stephanie was just now beginning to feel the ending of all of this approach with what almost felt like horror. Her last two days spent with Brian and Kelly had been a bewildering adventure, and it no longer felt like it had all happened in the span of a single weekend at all. She already felt like she’d become an entirely different Stephanie. The idea that all of it would abruptly be over before she knew it…

    Steeling her nerves, she stepped back out of the bathroom, bending to pull and tug her bag along behind her.

    “You look nice,” Brian said.

    He was completely naked, having at some point kicked completely free of that lower half of the Darkmask bodysuit around his ankles. The sight made Stephanie’s heart race. Brian was kneeling down in front of the room’s dresser to collect the various things there that had been thrown to the floor amidst Chloe’s thrashing tantrum from earlier, while Emily looked to have been crouched beside him speaking in hushed tones. 

    “Steph. You look… like a high school freshman,” Kelly visibly struggled not to cringe when she glanced at Stephanie’s apparel. She was now lounging on her belly across the bed with her feet lazily kicking in the air, still topless, and making no effort to conceal her bare breasts. “We’re gonna have to work on that.”

    “I think she looks cute!” Emily protested indignantly. “I have a pair just like that, ‘cept it’s a darker shade of denim.”

    “Thank you,” Stephanie sighed. With more than a little trepidation, she grabbed her shoes and walked over to sit beside Kelly so she could put them on.

    “I don’t want you to go out,” Kelly said bluntly, giving her a meaningful look. “Let psychobitch and her friend fend for themselves out in the wilds. Me, you, and Brian? We were kinda having something going on tonight… weren’t we?”

    “We were,” Stephanie sighed. “We will. We do. It’s, it’s just. I thought I was ready, I really felt ready, but… I need to do this.”

    “No, you don’t,” Kelly disagreed.

    “Kelly…” Stephanie lowered her voice so that Brian and Emily wouldn’t overhear, “I’ve never felt so angry in my entire life. I didn’t even know it could feel like this, this… overpowering. I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all how Chloe could be like that to him. To us. She didn’t even know us!”

    “I get it, Steph, I really do—but you need to let it go,” Kelly cautioned her. “It’s over between them, it’s in the past. This is our last night here at AnimeCon, you know? Don’t waste time on her bullshit, it’s not worth it.”

    ‘I… know that,” Stephanie said, struggling not to grind her teeth. “I’m sorry. I just don’t feel right about it, yet. When I—when we—do make love to Brian, I just, I want to be completely there with you guys, not… I don’t know how I feel right now. Angry. Angry and unresolved, and I just—you know, I can’t just get over it like that, or let it go.”

    “Ugh… that fuckin’ cunt,” Kelly swore under her breath. “Really think about it for a sec, Steph. The best revenge you can take? Stay here. Brian’ll seriously stuff your muffin, you can be creaming yourself crazy on that cock all night while she’s out there eating trash from the gutter by herself.”

    “I-I don’t want revenge,” Stephanie sounded unsure even to herself. “I want… I don’t know what I want. I want to understand, need to know why she would do all of that.”

    “Tch. Fine,” Kelly grumbled in obvious irritation, starting to get up. “Fine, I’ll get fucking dressed.”

    “No, Kelly—no,” Stephanie whispered quickly, stealing a look over towards Brian to make sure he hadn’t overheard. “I want you to stay here with Brian.”

    “Uh, no?” Kelly looked at her as if she was stupid. “We all go together, or you don’t go at all.”

    “It’ll be fine,” Stephanie assured her. “I’ll be with Emily, and Rebecca won’t let anything happen. If you’re there, I. Um. Think I won’t be able to find out what I need to know. The situation will just… escalate? And, I don’t want Brian to have to deal with her ever again, either.”

    “You think things aren’t gonna escalate with just you and her?” Kelly sounded angry, now. “You’re upset and confused, and she’s a fucking mad dog out to taste blood. Nothing good’s gonna fucking come out of going to see her, you know? Nothing.”

    “I... know that,” Stephanie said, taking a deep breath. “I’m going to go anyways. I-I feel like I need to do this for myself, or there’ll always be a part of me that feels like I’m not really Brian’s girlfriend. Not completely.”

    “That... doesn’t even make any fucking sense.”

    “I’m not saying it does,” Stephanie sighed. “It’s just… how I feel. I think?”

    “Wait, is this a—are you trying to do an alpha bitch thing?” Kelly smirked. “Defend your claim on Brian, or something like that?”

    “What? No,” Stephanie looked aghast. “This is… I don’t know what it is. And, I know it sounds stupid because I can’t explain it, but. It feels important. And, um, you’re probably the alpha bitch.”

    “Thank you,” Kelly sounded pleased. “I am. Might be the nicest thing you’ve said to me all day.”

    “I don’t mean bitch in a bad way—”

    “I said thank you already,” Kelly sighed, settling back down on the bed. “You realize I’m gonna jump Brian’s bones while you’re gone, right? Kinda was thinking you would be there for that.”

    “I-I don’t think I’ll be gone all that long,” Stephanie stammered. “Probably. It’s, it’s… um. It’s okay. I want to be there with you both too, but also… I want you to have special alone moments with Brian, just the two of you, every now and then.”

    “...Thank you,” Kelly said again, nodding. “Be careful, then, and promise me you’ll keep Emily between you and her.”

    “It’s not going to be some kind of fight, or anything,” Stephanie chuckled.

    “Yeah,” Kelly said, shooting her a skeptical look. “Promise me, Steph.”

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