High School Futa Ch. 02

NOTE: Each of the characters in this story is 18 or older.

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The party had arrived, Emma was pulling up to the dude's house alongside Gabriella, but she was still feeling the effects of the day's earlier kiss. What the hell was that?

She could still vividly remember the feeling of soft, luscious lips pressed against hers. The dilated pupils staring back at her. Her own heart forcing its way out of her chest.

A kiss had never done this to her before.

Well, to hell with it. She was here to do three things. Drink herself into a coma, get fucked by her handsome boyfriend, and make more memories with Gabriella that they'd laugh about down the line.

The two girls walked in, Emma dressed in THE black dress that highlighted not only her killer hips but also her strong arms. Gabriella was wearing a similar white, deep v-neck dress that basically said "hey, see this chest? You want it, right?"

If Emma wasn't dating Kyle, she may have made a move on her...

...

Wait, what?

Where did that come from?

Just then, her phone buzzed.

SupermanKyle: Hey, I'm almost there. You wearin' that dress, right?

Me: Yes! I'm so excited <3

SupermanKyle: We're gonna do so much tonight, you have no idea ;)

Emma felt excited. She'd been hoping that Kyle would pull out the Trap Card (TM) that would make her finally make her fall in love. So far, all she'd had that nearly got there was their first kiss, the time she came in Tommy's mouth, and that kiss with-

NO.

What was wrong with her today? With EDM music playing in the background from some rich dude's speakers, Emma told Gabriella she was gonna find something to drink. Gabriella wasted no time finding some of her Cheer Squad friends to hang out with in the meantime.

Emma walked through the house, eventually getting to a table where several bottles of expensive alcohol were lined up with red cups. As the certified badass she was, she took a cup and filled it with the strongest stuff she could find.

"Ohhhh I needed that." She moaned out as she took a few sips, turning to watch the living room, where several of the students, a lot of which she recognized, danced around. Some were dressed as formally as she was, others didn't bother and simply came in t-shirts and jeans. All of them were equally inebriated though. Someone in the back was sparking up a joint in a small corner, the smoke travelling all the way to Emma.

She scanned through the dancers, till her eyes fell on the last person she'd expected to find here tonight.

Lindsey.

Not only was Lindsey here, but she had friends! This was an unprecedented development. Emma even recognized one of them as Karly, one of the first girls who found out about Emma's futa condition. She was a girl with an overall slim figure and a sort of goth, punk aesthetic, her black hair painted with blue highlights. She had been extremely supportive and was the person who convinced the girls in the swim team to let her shower with them. How was such a kind girl hanging out with Psycho Eyes?

Although, in that black shirt and those tight black pants, she looked less like a psycho and more like a sexy secretary.

Nope. Emma thought. Not even gonna add to that description.

"Emma!" Gabriella called out. "We're about to play spin the bottle, you wanna?"

"The kissing version or the stripping version?"

"The kissing version." Gabriella wiggled her eyebrows.

"I... I don't know. If it gets, you know, hot, wouldn't that be a little unfair to Kyle?" Of course, in her mind there was still a distinction between "cheating" and what she did with She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.

"No, actually, Kyle's gonna play!"

Wait. Wait. What? Not only was Kyle here, as in, had arrived already and not told Emma, he was going to play spin the bottle?

"What?"

"Yeah!" Gabriella continued. "Come on, maybe you'll get to show us how you two usually do it..." She winked.

Emma's mind however, was stuck on "why would he show up, play this game, and not tell me?" Because of course, if Gabriella hadn't said anything, this would have been what happened.

"Emma?"

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, sure, I'll play." If Kyle was going to do it, why couldn't she?

"Awesome!"

The two quickly moved across the kitchen to the another part of the house, upstairs. Some sort of game room (because of course, the guy who owns this house owns a game room) where around eight people were sitting in a circle.

Kyle was there, his arm around a girl that was grinning into the crook of his neck. As soon as Emma walked in, he removed his arm and the girl began to pout.

No, you're kidding me.

As soon as the thought entered Emma, she squeezed it out of her mind. No. No way. Kyle's just a flirt. It is what it is.

Emma sat down next to Gabriella, and Kyle to his credit nodded at her with a smirk. Was that supposed to mean "hello"?

Emma waved back. Only then did Emma start to scan the other faces.

Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Lindsey was sitting cross-legged next to Karly, the two of them laughing along to a joke a guy told across from them.

What the hell is she doing here? She's supposed to be shy! This is the last place Emma expected to find her in.

The two locked eyes, but this time, before she looked away, Emma could clearly see Lindsey blushing.

"ALRIGHT!" Gabriella yelled. "Let's get this shit started!"

The group cheered. A plastic bottle was placed on the center.

"I guess I'll start." One guy said, his eyes on Gabriella. Leaning forward, he gave the bottle a spin and it landed on another guy. "Wow. I'm that unlucky."

"Rules are rules." The other guy grinned.

They made out for about ten seconds to a chorus of whoops and hollers before the two split and the person counter-clockwise to him gave the bottle a spin.

A few people went and smooched, all the while Emma tried not to let her eyes drift to either Lindsey, who was looking like the protagonist of some cheesy rom-com, or Kyle who Emma swore was eyeing up the girl from earlier.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"I'm next!" Gabriella said. "You're going after me, so get ready!"

She gave the bottle a spin. It landed on none other than Kyle.

It was no secret Kyle and Emma were dating. She was fairly certain there was some blog made in her honor, detailing the day to day life of a futa. Meaning, everyone here immediately looked at her when they saw the result of the spin.

"C-Can I?" Gabriella asked shyly.

Emma was tempted to say no. Jealousy was creeping into her mind, but she pushed it away. Just a game, just a game. Plus, if anyone had to do it, she was glad it was the girl she trusted the most out of all of them.

"Go ahead." She smiled up at her best friend.

Gabriella didn't need more than that. She nearly lunged forwards, meeting Kyle across the room as their lips began locking.

A few seconds into it, as the smacking of lips sounded throughout a silent room, Emma was hit with a few realizations.

Firstly, Kyle never kissed her like that. Gabriella was straddling his lap, her tongue firmly down Kyle's throat. Actually, now that she thought about it, they hadn't even used tongue yet.

Not to mention Emma couldn't get in that position because it meant her hard on would poke Kyle in the stomach. Like her first fuck, Kyle was firmly in the "ignore the dick" camp of futa sex.

Right now though, he was viciously groping Gabriella's ass as they engaged in the most passionate kiss Emma had ever seen up close.

Best friend. Best friend. She repeated. Trust her. She's just having fun.

Weirdly enough, she didn't even think about Kyle.

About a minute later, they split up and Gabriella meekly made her way back to her seat. Again, all eyes were on Emma as if daring her to say something.

She did.

"I guess it's my turn." She leaned forwards and the room breathed a collective sigh of relief. Yep, no punches thrown today. But, the mature voice in Emma's mind did tell her she'd need to ask Gabriella exactly what the hell that was about.

She spun, and the bottle landed northwest of her, pointing at Karly.

"FINALLY!" One guy cried. "Some girl on girl action!"

The guys all cheered, but Emma was focused on the somewhat sorrowful smile Karly threw at Lindsey. Yeah, Emma could imagine having to make out with your friend's enemy couldn't lead to anything but an awkward conversation.

Still, Emma had a nervous energy inside her that she needed to release. They met in the middle of the room, with Karly clumsily falling on top of her.

"S-Sorry." She said with an awkward laugh and a smile.

"No worries." Emma breathed with the same smile. The two leaned in and their lips connected.

Soft. That was all Emma could think. It was like she was kissing a pillow.

Emma wasn't into girls, but it felt nice. Their lips cautiously danced, as if both of them were testing exactly how far they could go. At some point, Emma felt arms wrap around her neck, and her own hands snaked towards the small of Karly's back.

"Holy shit..." Someone whispered. Emma knew she recognized the voice, but she was too caught up to decipher who it was that spoke.

Emma wasn't into girls, but it felt decent. Tentatively, a tongue escaped a pair of lips and brushed against the opposing pair. Emma realized it was her own tongue. She opened her eyes to find Karly had done the same, looking down at her wide-eyed. She expected a yelp and a "get away from me, you creep", but instead, Karly's own tongue slipped out and they began moving against each other as well. Neither girl had closed their eyes, still gazing into each other as if asking who was going to pull away first.

Instead, Karly tilted her head, placing her nose beside Emma's, allowing them to dive in deeper.

Emma wasn't into girls, but it felt... Good?

Finally, both girls pulled away, panting as a single strand of saliva connected their lips.

"Not bad, I guess. Highly recommended." Karly said, crawling back to Lindey's side. The joke caused the tense atmosphere in the room to disappear, with everyone at least chuckling at it.

Only when Emma was next to Gabriella did she notice her raging hard-on. She was sure the guys had to be in the same spot, but she was the only one here with a cock, who was also wearing a dress. Her eight inches were on full display for anyone who bothered to look at her crotch. Like Gabriella, who full-on stared at it for a few seconds before bashfully pulling her eyes away.

Nothing else happened. When Lindsey's turn came, the bottle spun to some guy and she simply gave him a peck on the lips to a chorus of "boo's".

Deeper into the night, Emma and Gabriella had been dancing in the living room. Their lives briefly seeming like a scene in a movie. Emma was surprised how much fun she was having, all of it without Kyle.

Since the game, she hadn't seen him. It felt so strange to her. Wasn't this supposed to be their night? Throughout the dance, Gabriella kept looking at someone behind her. Eventually, she tapped Emma's shoulder.

"I'm gonna go talk to a friend for a sec, brb." She said, and she was gone.

Well shit, now she was alone. She pulled her phone out and try to get a hold of Kyle.

Me: I'm alone now. Just in case you wanted to... Do something about it ;)

No response. She waited for a solid half an hour, standing by the alcohol and checking Facebook. Still, nothing.

What a trash boyfriend. She thought. It was the first time she'd ever doubted whether she should even be dating him. Where the fuck was he?

She had to go looking for him. Maybe he was still around where they'd been playing. She walked up the stairs, her eyes set on the game room.

However, something made her pause halfway. She heard some incredibly lewd sounds coming from the room to her left. Damn. Whoever was in there was getting it the fuck on. She was jealous.

She was about to keep walking when she suddenly recognized one of the voices. It was Gabriella.

Her head snapped towards the room. She smiled. As a best friend, it was in her job description to embarrass Gabriella whenever possible. How better to do it than with a "are you using protection?" into the room.

She grinned at her little plan, walking up to the slightly open door.

Upon opening it, her words caught in her throat. It wasn't just Gabriella and some guy, it was an orgy.

Several bodies paired up and scattered throughout the room were all moaning in unison. Emma recognized most of them. A few of them had been from the game earlier. The two guys that kissed were currently 69ing in the back. In front, Emma's jaw dropped to find Lindsey with her head between Karly's legs, lapping up at the girl's core. However, none of it was particularly hurtful until she found Gabriella.

Particularly, Gabriella and Kyle.

Gabriella was bent over a couch, standing as Kyle pumped into her.

"What the fuck?" Emma hissed. A few of the bodies stopped, but continued when they realized the words weren't directed at them.

However, Gabriella immediately pushed Kyle off her and flopped onto the couch.

"Em, Em wait, it's not what it looks like."

At that, Lindsey stopped and looked back, her eyes widening when she saw what was happening. Emma expected her to smile, but she was serious as she stared on.

"Tell me." Emma said. "How the fuck is it not what it looks like? Actually, no. Nevermind, keep going. Don't let me stop you."

With that, she slammed the door behind her and tried to leave. She wanted to run. Run all the way back home. Even though it was her car she and Gabriella had arrived here on, she couldn't bear the thought of being in that space again. Instead, she tripped and nearly twisted her ankle.

Tears were falling all over the floor in front of her. She couldn't do it. She couldn't move like this. She quickly scrambled into a bathroom to her right and locked the door behind her.

Her tears fell freely now. Strangely, it wasn't Kyle she was mad about. How could Gabriella do that to her?

They had been friends since they were children. They grew up together, not a day went by where Emma hadn't talked to Gabriella at least once. She knew everything about the raven-haired cheerleader. Her goals, where she wanted to go in life, everything. And here she was, Gabriella having effectively ended her first relationship.

Not only that, but Emma's mother had only gone on vacation with the promise that Gabriella would stay in Emma's home. All her stuff was there, Gabriella's parents had been informed. There was no way she wasn't staying there.

What a fucking nightmare.

Someone knocked.

Emma sniffled.

"Busy." She muttered.

"Emma?" Emma's head snapped up. That was Lindsey's voice. Of course. Here it was. The moment where Lindsay would rub everything in Emma's face.

She'd beat her up first though. So, she opened the door and pulled Lindsey in.

The bathroom was large enough to have a small section that was almost like a bench to sit in. Emma pulled her there and pushed her against the wall.

"Hyah!" Lindsey gave a scared yelp and Emma pinned her arms to the wall.

"Start bragging." Emma said.

"W-What?" Lindsey asked.

"That's what you're here to do right? Tell me how much I deserve this? Go ahead. Start."

"N-No!" Lindsey shook her head. "I wanted... I wanted to check in on you."

"What?" Emma released her wrists, Lindsey immediately clutched them, rubbing them softly but Emma didn't back up. She was still pressed against the girl.

"I saw... That was rough."

Emma didn't notice the bottle of water Lindsey was holding.

"Need some?" She held it out.

What was going on?

"S-Sure..." Emma tentatively grabbed it.

"Wanna talk about it?" Lindsey asked. Emma sighed and looked down.

"I dunno. You know, I'm not even mad at him. I... He'd been showing tendencies. I kind of expected it to be honest. But not from Gab. I thought she was better that."

"To be fair..." Lindsey offered tentatively. "They had been drinking a lot."

"Heh, well then. If people knew alcohol was a justified excuse for cheating, there wouldn't be so many divorces. Publish this shit, Lindsey."

"You know what I mean." She began rubbing Emma's back in soothing circles. "Just... If you wanna end things with him, I understand, but are you going to end a friendship that's lasted years over a drunken decision?"

"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" Emma asked. "I just got cheated on."

"You're not supposed to do anything. Follow your Emma Heart."

"That's not funny." Emma replied although the pun did get a chuckle out of her.

"I'm just saying, give her a chance to apologize and tell her from now on alcohol is off-limits around your boyfriends."

The two sat silent for a moment.

"Why are you helping me?" Emma asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't like me. You kinda seem to hate me actually. Why are you helping me?" She looked up, challenging Lindsey.

Lindsey looked away for a moment.

"...on't."

"What?"

"I don't." Lindsey said. "I don't hate you, I mean."

"Really? Hard to believe with all the..."

"I panicked. When you cornered me today. I... I panicked."

Emma blinked.

"Then why did you keep looking at me like you wanted to throw me off a bridge?"

"sn't you."

"Speak up, Lindsey. I can't..."

"IT WASN'T YOU." She nearly yelled.

...

"What?"

"It wasn't you that I was looking at like that. It was Kyle."

...

What? Emma thought. She looked back through her mental archives. It started to make sense suddenly. How she turned away when Emma locked eyes with her. It wasn't out of avoiding a fight, she was ashamed that she got caught glaring at Kyle.

"Why?" She asked. "What did he do to you?"

"... You didn't know much about him before you got together. I hang around rich people. The gossip society. He has a reputation for being a sleazebag."

For almost ten minutes, Lindsey explained the extensive history of cheating and deception that Kyle had accumulated.

"Karly had told me about how cool you were. When I saw you were next in line for his hitlist, I got mad. I was never mad at you."

...

"You're joking."

In response, Lindsey stood up, pulled Emma up with her, and hugged her.

"I'm sorry this happened to you."

Emma couldn't handle it. She started crying again. Lindsey was just glaring because she knew what would happen. A part of Emma was mad Lindsey didn't warn her, but she got it. She finally got it.

Emma wrapped her arms around Lindsey and pulled her even closer. Their breasts mashed together, Lindsey's breath hot on her neck. Something stirred inside Emma.

She looked down at the shorter girl. Their bodies still pressed together, Lindsey was just a few inches away. Emma could feel her breath hitting her mouth, how Lindsey's eyes drifted to her lips.

"You're beautiful," Lindsey said. "You didn't deserve that."

"It happens," Emma muttered.

After a long silence, Lindsey whispered.

"Not with me."

Emma's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Not with me. If you were dating me I'd never do that." Lindsey's stare didn't cease.

"I... What?" Emma couldn't process it.

"... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." Lindsey continued. "The kiss, at my locker."

"Why?"

"It was everything I've wanted since I met you." With that, a silence began.

Emma looked deep into Lindsey's eyes, reaching for the first sign of deception she could see. She couldn't find any.

"So... You're into girls?" Emma asked. At this, for the first time since Emma had met Lindsey, she legitimately laughed out loud.

"Are you kidding? You saw me eating Karly out. I wasn't doing that as a favor. I wanted to."

"And what do you want to do now?" Emma asked huskily.