70. If I Can be Horny and a Responsible Adult, You ...

       Waverly’s feet swayed slightly as she laid on the ground on her stomach, fingers drumming together as she looked up at Nicole when she spoke. “The degree to which teachers feel that their own efforts determine the success of their students?” 

       The brunette paused her moving fingers as she dug the vocabulary word out of the folder in her brain. “Teacher efficacy.” 

       “Mhm.” She tapped her phone on the top of the doorframe with the tip of her nose when she pulled herself up on the pull-up bar. “The difference between what a child can do on his own and what can be accomplished with some assistance?” 

       “Psh, zone of proximal development.” 

       “Good.” She pulled herself up again to tap to the next one. “Authoritative parenting?” 

       “Uhh . . . Established limits with explained reasonings.” 

       “Annd?” 

       “Annnnd . . - Oh! Affectionate towards child.” 

       “Yep. What about authoritarian?” 

       “Constant demands without taking the child’s feelings into consideration,” she answered, rolling onto her back. 

       “And permissive?” 

       “Let’s kid do what they want with little boundaries and inconsistent affection.” 

       “Last one, neglecting?” 

       “No rules and doesn’t care about kid.” 

       Nicole dropped down from the pull-up bar, reaching up to grab the phone and shaking her arms out, wiping her forehead as she handed it to her. “You’re gonna crush it, Baby,” she assured with a dimpled smile. 

       Waverly beamed, pushing her hand into her bare stomach as she stood up on her toes to press a kiss to her lips. “Thanks.” 

       Nicole stared as the brunette walked past her to head downstairs in those tight grey yoga pants and a crop top hoodie. She was just lounging around in it, but Nicole had spent her morning trying to contain herself. 

       But after watching her go down the stairs, she was done for. 

       She let out a low growl as she followed her down and grabbed Waverly's waist as she was going to head for the couch, turning her and pulling her into her front. She forcefully gripped her ass with her right hand and her left came up to cup her neck as she smashed their lips together. 

       Waverly let out a startled whimper into her mouth, resting her hands on her shoulders as she was immediately hoisted up when Nicole leaned into the back of the couch. 

       Waverly pulled back for air, staring into her darkened eyes. ". . . You ok there?" 

       "Nope," she confirmed, immediately catching her lips and standing them up, squeezing her fingers back into her ass as she walked them towards the bedroom. 

       "Nic," she breathed when she was dropped onto the bed. The redhead leaned her body into her, resting on her elbows. "I have to go take that test." 

       "That's unfortunate for you, I guess," she sighed, moving her mouth down her jaw. 

       "Babe, seriously." She pushed her back despite her labored breathing and blown pupils. "It has to be turned in by 10." 

       "It's 8, Love," she reminded. 

       "I have to be at work at 10, too." 

       Nicole slid down her body, pushing the bottom of her hoodie up slightly as she scraped her teeth up her stomach. "You should have thought about that before you made me horny," she huffed. 

       The brunette let out a breathy moan, pushing her finger through her sweat-dampened red locks as her warm tongue danced along her abs. "I did not make you horny," she retorted. "If anything, I'm the horny one. I just watched you do, like, 50 pull-ups with no shirt on!" 

       She tugged the hoodie off her body, dropping her hand to her sports bra-covered breast. "Darlin', have you seen your ass in those pants?! You're killin' a girl here!" 

       "Yes, I have. Why do you think I bought them?" 

       “To tease me?!” 

       “No! They make my ass look good!”

       Nicole rolled her eyes as she met her lips once again, pushing her tongue into her mouth. The brunette rolled them and put her knees on either side of her legs, grabbing her chin as she pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth. “If I can be horny and a responsible adult, you can keep it in your pants.”

       The redhead glared up at her as she crawled off the bed with an innocent smile, walking out of the room. “ Keep it in my pants, huh ?” She mumbled to herself with a smirk. 

       Waverly laid down on her stomach on the couch, setting her laptop on the cushion in front of her. Nicole Haught was her strongest addiction, so the hardest thing for her to do was to tell her no, especially considering that her tongue had been all up in her mouth at the time. She let out a sigh, shifting her hips uncomfortably as she opened up the application and put her headphones on her head. 

       She felt Nicole sit down next to her feet after a couple of minutes, but she didn’t pay her a glance, figuring that she was just on her phone or whatever, resting her hand on her ankle. 

       She did turn her head, though, after feeling her squeezing her hand into it a few minutes later. She thought she was just trying to get her attention and she hadn’t heard her over the sound of her music. 

       But she was wrong. 

       Nicole’s head was tipped back, eyes closed and lips parted as she jerked herself off. Yes, jerked herself off. As in, her shorts were at her knees and the dildo poked through the hole in the front of her briefs, harness hiding underneath them. 

       Waverly’s eyes bulged out of their sockets, mouth dropping open desert dry as her eyes flicked from her pumping hand and her face. Nicole must have felt the way her body shifted on the couch when she turned to look, for her eyes opened slightly and she looked towards her, pulling her bottom lip under her front teeth to hide a devilish smirk. 

       It took a second, but Waverly finally managed to pull her eyes away. She shook her head at her, looking back towards her computer with a deep sigh. All she had to do was finish this godforsaken test and then she’d let her rearrange all of her organs. And not that she didn’t want to jump right on her lap here and now, cause she did. She really did. But she wasn’t going to let a good bone make her fail a test. 

       She felt the couch shift after a second and paused, not knowing what she was doing. But then she felt something brush against her lower back and hot breath on the back of her neck. She turned her head, throwing the girl hovering over her shoulder a warning glare. Nicole smirked wider, slowly brushing her hair to the other side as she dropped slow kisses from the corner of her jaw, down her neck. She continued down her back, nipping at her shoulder blade that was jutted out. The brunette had to grip her teeth to the sides of her cheek to keep from making any noises. 

       Nicole was definitely not satisfied, like Waverly had hoped, but she continued on anyway. She scooted down the couch, nudging part of her pants down to suck on the side of her hip. And the smaller girl bucked forward unintentionally. 

       The redhead smirked widely as she moved back up towards her face, resting her hips on her butt so she knew she felt it. She heard her audibly swallow as she pushed the earphone away from her ear. "So you do like that, huh?" She husked, pushing more weight into her. 

       "Fuck you, Nicole." She pulled the headphones back to their original position.

       She chuckled, sucking and nipping back down her body. She sat up and tugged her shorts all the way off, tossing them in the direction of the recliner. She licked her lips as she slid her hands up the backs of Waverly's thighs, continuing onto the curve of her ass with a squeeze. She brought one of her hands down with a hard smack and she heard the brunette let out a whimper. Her grin grew as she hooked her fingers around the hem of the yoga pants and bent forward to press a kiss to the middle of her lower back as she lifted her hips up slightly to tug them down her body, pulling the underwear down with it. 

       Nicole moved back up her body once she had tossed them away, seeing that she was typing away as if nothing was happening. She nudged the headphones away from her ear again, gently kissing the shell of her ear. “Is this ok, Love?” She whispered.

       “I don’t like you.” 

       That wasn’t a no and the Sheriff knew she didn’t mean it as a no, so she nipped at her earlobe as she pushed her hand into her hair, jerking her head back. “Sit up,” she ordered in a growl. 

       The brunette did so with a huff of complaint, taking her headphones all the way off. “ What ?” 

       She released her hair, massaging her fingers into her scalp. “You’re gonna sit on my face,” she smirked, slipping her hand around her front and roughly cupping her centre. 

       “ Fuck ,” Waverly breathed out as her body went limp, leaning back into her.

       Nicole grinned, reaching forward in front of her and grabbing the laptop. She pushed her forward a bit and turned around before laying on her back and propping it up on her stomach. “C’mere.” 

       Waverly slowly complied. She turned around on her knees and eased herself down, only hovering over her. Nicole, though, was not as worried about her weight on her face because she reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her straight down. The brunette let out a high-pitched moan, dropping forward and bracing herself against her sides when she felt her tongue immediately dart into her entrance. She sat back up, letting out a slow exhale as she tipped the screen of her laptop up and read the next question.

       As she was typing after a few minutes, she dropped her head in between her shoulders with a moan when Nicole moved from her entrance to her swollen bud that had been twitching against the air for the past minute. “ Shit ,” she breathed out, eyes rolling back in her head as the redhead wrapped her lips around it and began to suck, tongue still swirling around the tip. “ Oh my God , you’re gonna make me cum like that.” She moved her hands back to her sides, gripping her nails into them as her vision clouded slightly before a flash of white popped in front of her eyes with a sharp cry.

       Waverly stopped twitching above her after a few seconds, lifting her head with a shaky curse. Nicole tapped her thigh and she pushed the laptop, falling forward, her face landing right next to her crotch. She gripped her hand around it, pushing it down and rolling it around slightly.

       The redhead wiped her face off on the back of her arm with a groan, grabbing onto her legs and turning her, letting her knees hit the ground. She sat up and grabbed her chin, bending down so she could reach her lips and let her taste herself on her. She pulled back after a second, but kept her face near her’s, staring into her eyes. “Promise?” She asked, barely above a whisper. 

       The smaller girl’s eyes went wide, knowing that was what either one of them asked when they were going to do something new that could hurt/make the other uncomfortable. And the promise was to immediately let them know to stop whatever it may be. Waverly swallowed with a nod. “Promise.” 

       It was crazy how the redhead could switch from her sweet, caring state right back to the one with that wolfish grin. She grabbed her by the shoulders and got her to turn around so her back was against the couch and moved in front of her. She let out a heavy exhale as she ran her hand up and down the shaft of the strap for a few seconds, smirking downwards when Waverly opened her mouth. Nicole set it in her mouth and pushed her hand through her hair, twirling it back and using it to grip onto the back of her head as the brunette used her hand to smear some spit up and down it. She looked up and met eyes with Nicole, finally taking her in her mouth, all the way to the hilt in true Waverly Earp fashion. Though, she hadn't expected the redhead to keep her head in place. She looked back up at the redhead's grin. "Let's test out that gag reflex, shall we?" 

       Or rather, lack there of. 

       Waverly had only actually "gagged" because of something once in her life. And it was because while she was at cheer practice during her Sophomore year, someone had put bloody tampons in her cheer bag because, ya know, she was an Earp. But other than that, never. She could shove her whole hand down her throat with no problem if she wanted to. 

       The Sheriff let her pull back and she replaced her mouth with her hand once again, her own smirk dusting her features now. "You're not gonna make me gag, Babe. I'm sorry to tell ya." 

       "You wanna bet?" 

       Her eyes darkened. "You realize no one has ever made me gag trying to do that, right?" 

       "And by no one , you mean Champ? With his whole 2 inch dick?" 

       She scrunched her face up. "Ok, first of all, I've slept with more guys than just Champ .-" 

       Nicole's eyes widened, not just because she had cut her off by pushing her hips all the way forward until her nose was touching her, but because she had figured he was her first. She thought she was sweet little 16-year-old Waverly when they had gotten together. But apparently not. She rolled her hips a little before pulling back. “Wait a minute, how many people have you slept with?” 

       “Slept with? Or blown?” 

       “Both?” 

       “I’ve slept with 4 people, including you. But I’ve blown . . .” She winced a little as she looked up at her. “7 guys . . .?” 

       Nicole pushed her hips forward again, looking down at her with wide eyes. She pulled back as she spoke, “When the hell did you do that?!” 

       “First time was when I was 14,” she mumbled. “My “boyfriend” in 8th grade in an empty bathroom after a basketball game.” 

       The redhead let out a surprised laugh. “Waverly!” 

       “I was congratulating him cause they won!” She defended. “When’d you touch a girl for the first time, huh?” 

       She pursed her lips, gripping her fingers tighter into her hair as she began to pump into her mouth, pushing her head forward to meet her rhythm. “13, but it was also 8th grade, you just have an early birthday.” 

       She pulled back and the brunette took in a breath, wiping the strings of spit that were still attached to her mouth onto it. “What did Baby Gay Nicole do to her?” She asked with a smirk. 

       She sucked in a breath, tipping her head as she looked up at the wall in front of her. “I did a lot of things to her . . . on many occasions all the way up until our Senior year.” 

       “How many people have you slept with?” She questioned. 

       She pursed her lips again, jerking back into her mouth, moving her other hand up to the side of her head. Waverly placed her hands on her outer thighs as the tip of the dildo bumped the back of her throat on occasion, looking up to meet the Sheriff’s eyes. She let out a moan at that, eyes rolling back as she sped it up for a few seconds before removing it, collecting the spit around her lips with the tip. “ Fuck , how do you do that?” 

       “I literally have no clue,” she shrugged with a laugh. She gripped onto the shaft, pushing it back with pressure before pumping her hand. Nicole bit her lip, letting her hair go before retwisting it back up. “Now tell me,” she coaxed, applying even more pressure to the base. 

       “Too many.” 

       “How many is too many ?” 

       “Too many.” 

       She raised her eyebrows at her as she moved her left hand, reaching up and pushing the bottom of the harness down so the base was completely flush against her, replacing her hand with her mouth as she used both to hold it in place. She groaned, gripping at her wrist, but Waverly just sped it up, knowing it was so much pleasure that it was too much . “ Shit , Wave, ok, 32!” She sputtered out. 

       She dropped her hands and pulled off, looking up at her with wide eyes. “3 2 ?!” 

       “16 are just from college, ok?” She defended, face getting red. 

       “Jesus Christ, Nicole!” She laughed. “You’ve got game!” 

       “I know right,” she winked. 

       “It’s the dimples.” 

       “It’s definitely the dimples,” she agreed with a sigh. “Ok. I don’t wanna hear anymore about Champ and his tiny dick-” 

       “He actually wasn’t tin-”

       Nicole quickly pushed into her mouth, throwing her a warning look from above when her eyes snapped up to meet her’s. “Anyway. If I can make you gag, I get to drill you until you finish that test. And if I can’t ?” 

       She released her and the brunette took a second to think, reaching behind her and cupping her ass as she traced her tongue from the bottom of the base to the tip. A smirk quickly popped onto her face as Nicole watched a thought flash through her eyes. “If you can’t, which you won’t , you have to make me cum with this on.” 

       She blinked at her. “Do you know how many times I’ve done that?” 

       “No, no, no. You’re not wearing it,” she corrected. 

       “W-” It finally clicked and her face paled slightly. “ Oh .” 

       “Oh is right,” she grinned, flashes of Nicole sucking her off lingering in the back of her mind. 

       “Babe,” she complained. Waverly already knew that Nicole never wanted anything besides her fingers and the occasional tongue to go into her. It was just a personal preference. But she had never said no to other options. “I can’t even brush my tongue without gagging, how do you expect me to get this in my mouth?” She asked, wiggling it around for dramatic effect. 

       Jeez, you really are a lesbian,” Waverly mumbled. Nicole threw her a look as she forced her to the hilt, thrusting into her mouth a few times. She pulled back, rolling her bottom lip down. “Just squeeze your left thumb,” the smaller girl smiled with a wink.

       Nicole rolled her eyes at the old high school trick, drawing the tip down the bridge of her nose before popping it back in her mouth. She let her work her own magic for a minute because seriously . That girl’s mouth was magic. But once she felt herself working towards the edge, she slid both of her hands into her hair on either sides, pulling her head forward slowly, rocking upward once and watching her face. But it barely seemed to phase her. She sighed as she began to pump into her, feeling tingles as she ran her fingers up and down her legs. Her brow furrowed as she sped it up, teeth bearing as she began to teeter at the edge. “ Fuck ,” she hissed, locking her eyes closed as her core tightened all the way, hands tipping her head back slightly.

       It was only a few seconds until she snapped, jerking into her at a fast, but careful rate as she let out a groan, eyes rolling back, her head going with them.

       But then Waverly’s fingers gripped her thighs and she heard it .

       She quickly pulled out, finishing herself off as she eased off her high. She slowed her hand pumps, opening her eyes at the somewhat-shocked brunette. She dropped down to her butt in front of her with an exhale, cupping the bottom of her chin. “You ok, Love?” She questioned with soft eyes despite her still labored breathing. 

       She blinked at her for a second, a hint of anger on her face. “How come it happens the one time I bet on it ?!” She groaned, throwing her head back on the couch cushion. 

       Nicole laughed a little, relief coming off her chest. “Because I’m just that good,” she smirked. 

       She raised her head with a look. “No, it’s cause I was so busy watching you get off that I forgot to breathe.” 

       "And whose fault is that?” 

       She shook her head with pursed lips, pulling herself back onto the couch and dropping onto her stomach, wiggling her finger on the touchpad of her laptop so it woke up. Nicole stood and pulled her briefs off, knowing they were soaked through. She dropped to a squat beside her face, tipping her head into a kiss. She bit onto her bottom lip before pulling away. “How many more questions you got?” She asked, her hot breath on her lips doing a number on her. 

       She looked towards her screen with her mouth slightly opened, taking a second to scroll to the bottom. “21.” 

       Nicole grinned as she heard her swallow. “We might be here for a bit.” She stood up and moved to the other end of the couch, kneeling onto it. She stuck her fingers under her hips and pulled her up onto her knees, sliding her hand down her back to keep her bent forward. She drew a smack across her ass, ghosting her other hand’s fingers up her folds. “Damn, Baby, I thought I was gonna have to warm you up, but I guess not.” The redhead eased her middle finger into her dripping centre. 

       “It’s not like you weren’t fucking my face five seconds ago,” she reminded, a shudder creeping up her spine. 

       “Well, there’s more where that came from.” She slipped another finger in before drawing them both out and rolling over her bud a few times before tracing them down her length and rubbing her wetness all over the shaft. She raised it towards her entrance and gathered a little more on the tip before pushing forward, slowly stretching her until her hips were touching her. She heard the brunette mutter a curse and grip her left hand around the side of the computer as the other one clicked away. 

       She gave her a moment to get used to it before she began to rock her hips, the sound of the impact getting louder and louder by the minute until there was a layer of sweat covering the Sheriff’s body and Waverly had her head pushed sideways against the cushion, gripping onto the side of it for dear life. “ Fuck,- Nic-ole, oh my- God !” She was sure her ass would be partially bruised with the force she was using to smack it. Nicole slipped one of her hands around her thigh, fingering her clit as she squeezed her other hand into her waist. The younger girl let out a loud moan and Nicole saw the muscles in her back tighten as she clamped down on the toy. “ Shit , I’m coming !” Nicole pummeled into her with more force, the ringing in her ears getting louder before becoming deafening as she let out a groan when the arousal spilled down her leg. 

       Fucking hell,” she breathed out, slowing her hips to snail-paced pumps, pushing both hands through her hair and lifting the parts that were sticking to the back of her neck up for a few seconds. She brought them back down and ran her thumbs soothingly on her hips as she squinted towards the screen, seeing that she had been on question 19 when they started and was now on 31. She then turned her head, looking up at the clock on the wall. It was already 9:20. She let out a sigh as she gently pulled out. 

       Waverly turned her head around to look at her. “What . . .?” She questioned, figuring she was gonna get her to switch positions or something. But then she noticed she was untightening the straps of the harness and standing up to wiggle it off. And that just made her more confused. 

       The Sheriff sat back down on the couch, leaning her back into the arm. “C’mere,” she said with a smile. Waverly sat up and turned around to face her, furrowing her brow in question. Nicole huffed as she reached out and grabbed her waist, turning her around and pulling her in between her legs. “Get that,” she said, pointing at the computer. The brunette scooted it towards her before setting it on her lap and leaning all the way back into her. Nicole wrapped her arms around her middle with a smile, pushing a gentle kiss into her shoulder. 

       “I thought the bet was you fucking the shit out of me until I was finished ?”

       “It was . But I wanna make sure you get done,” she mumbled. “And I wanna hold you.”

       Waverly looked towards her with a happy pout at how quiet she said that last part, cupping her chin and turning her head slightly as she leaned into a soft kiss. She pulled back after a few seconds and looked back down at the screen, running her left thumb on the side of her thigh with a sigh. “You need to be rough with me more often.”