Fantasy May Rising [ Completed ]

Author's Notes: this chapter features girl on girl scenes.

The Gutter of Omaha

In her dreams, Priscilla was riding the stars on a grand adventure. Everything was like she imagined, escaping Waterbury on a ship destined to go far from Earth. Slumbering atop a moldy pile of tarps in a gutter, the stray girl from Waterbury swam through the heavens of her sleeping mind.

It had been a few days since she fled her hometown, had a regretful encounter with Theo the truck driver, and ran bottomless through the streets of Omaha. Since then Priscilla had to fend for herself with no money to speak of, and only a few personal items and the clothes on her back. She had scavenged through the streets for some time trying to find a place to hide her indecency. Eventually, she settled down in an alleyway amongst other strays in the gutter of the Great Plains Republic. She wondered if Theo the truck driver had been right about coming here.

Soon a strange feeling would tug her back into the waking world. That tug was a dirty hand lifting her shirt ever so gently. Eyes fluttering awake Priscilla looked up to see a wrinkly old man. His clothes were in tatters and only a few teeth were between his crusted lips. His hand was on her shirt trying to inconspicuously take a peak at her braless tits.

"Hey!" She tried to pull her shirt out of his grasp, some of the cold air tickling her nips as he managed to pull it above her perky a-cups.

The old man growled toothlessly, despite his age he seemed to have considerable drunken strength. Priscilla's hands slid across his sweaty and dirt-covered arms as they struggled for the shirt. The old man nearly had it above her head when a stiff cane thwacked him across the back.

Releasing her shirt the feral man howled and snarled. Priscilla fell back onto the moldy tarps. She was no cleaner than the hobo who was assailing her, her short blonde hair full of dirt, her skin soiled, and her clothes torn. She looked up to find another old man, this one with dark skin and a scraggly grey beard. The lights and technological trappings of the upper levels framed his looming figure as he glared at the other man.

"I said dis one was mine!" The grey-bearded man whacked the other over and over with his cane.

"This bitch ain't nobody's still you set to get some pork wet. Yew ain't got nothing out here! This is the streets bitch! I'm the man, ya, I'm the man gonna be doing it all up er', yeah yeah? You big guy gonna take care of It? Pussy a bit young for you?" The wrinkly old bumpkin hooted and hollered. His words grew more and more nonsensical.

"Yeah yeah ya ol' coot, ya ain't no younger than me... Get gone now!"

The pair exchanged insults for a time as Priscilla lay on her back and fixed her shirt. There was never a time in her life that she thought a pair of hobos would be fighting over her in an ally as she lay filthy. But life had a way of pulling back the curtains on eager dreams.

"Thanks, Booker..." Priscilla sat up cautiously, her arm held against her shirt over her breasts. There was thankfulness in her tone, but distrust in her eyes as she remained cautious of the man leaning on his cane. He hovered over her with a grin. Booker had a fair few more teeth than the assailant, but it was far from a full smile.

"What I tell you sweet thing, you shoulda been in my hutch last night. Lot less creeps gonna touch on you that way." He playfully tapped on her knee with his cane.

"Oh.... I couldn't possibly intrude..." Her eyes shifted from side to side. There was no way in hell she was taking that loaded offer. She knew enough about Booker that nothing was free from him.

The old man stood silently leering above her.

"I ain't showing them to you again." She glared up at him with her big bright green eyes. In exchange for the baggy utility pants she wore commando now, Booker had demanded a good look at her tits when they first met. After wandering the streets with her pussy out in the open it felt like a small price at the time. But since then she lost count of how many times he asked to see them once more.

Booker whistled innocently as if she had accused him of a grave crime he couldn't possibly be guilty of.

"Damn woman..." he rolled his eyes. "It's not like an old man can be heroic out here in the streets, saving the pretty girl and all." He held his cane nobly and pursed his lips.

Priscilla gave him a coy look and bemused grin, she knew what he was about.

"Plus, I got a good look at him when old Greg back there was pulling your shirt up. HEH!" His laugh echoed across the walls of the alleyway as Priscilla rolled her eyes and jumped to her feet.

Slinging her backpack over her shoulder bitterly she slipped on a pair of scavenged flip-flops.

"Good-BYE Booker." Priscilla didn't bother to look back.

Despite the situation she was in, the girl from Waterbury was not going to be defeated, and certainly not going back to that shithole town. Waterbury was dead to her. She would suffer the underbelly of this city and legions of old hobos to stay away from it.

"Aight sweet thang, I'll see you tonight. Remember you always invited to Casa-de-Booker, HEH!"

Priscilla neither responded nor looked back. It was about time she found a new ally to crash in.

Far departed from the stories of her grandmother, her few short days in its depths had illustrated that Omaha was quickly going to hell. Priscilla could only count herself fortunate that she was here by choice, and not displaced by threat of war like so many around her were. Above her, she could see the bright neons and grav-trains enjoyed by the more fortunate. Her dreams of seeing the stars as foggy now as the toxic haze that separated the Omaha underbelly from the glistening towers above.

As she wandered through the stinking streets she saw whole families huddled outside crowded shelters. The destitute begged passers-by for information on loved ones they had lost in their flight to safety. The whole city was ready to burst as the general mood soured. Soldiers patrolled the streets to try and keep the peace but were met with jeers and insults. No one respected those who represented a government that so readily disposed of the displaced like trash. Priscilla had a feeling their guns and weapons were meant more to keep those here contained than to protect them.

Priscilla observed the soldiers turning a blind eye to gangs of miscreants taking advantage of the situation. Through violence and extortion, they took every ounce from the displaced and helpless they could. No matter how long you stood in a bread line you were not guaranteed to eat any of it. Priscilla had tried and failed numerous times already. It was almost better to starve than have run-ins with the gangs. They ran these streets un-checked, despite the army's presence.

"Stop marching around and get us our food!" A woman cried out at a pair of passing soldiers on patrol. Her soiled appearance mirrored Priscilla's, covered in blankets and with a hopeless expression. She shoved one soldier as she chanted for them to do their duty in protecting the food lines. But as helpless as the refugees who lined the streets were, the soldiers did little. The woman was simply shoved hard to her back. The crowd murmured their displeasure and snarled at the troopers.

"Pigs!" Others cried as they threw filth at the soldiers. Sensing the deterioration of the situation, they quickly departed. Leaving behind little in the way of law and order.

With one breath they begged for food and with another they cursed the government's name. Priscilla could taste the general displeasure for authority in the city, and it made her fearful of how much worse it would get. This city was on edge, and the looming visage of Martian ships between the towers only highlighted the climax to come. She needed to leave quickly.

Yesterday she heard that the government set up a processing area a few blocks over. Rumor had it a select few refugees could get registered there, affording them access to a better district of the city. This meant possibly getting to the spaceport above and off world. Faintly she could see the glimmer of engines alighting through the fog as they ascended to the heavens. Hanging on to her last strands of hope she knew she would do anything to get onto one.

The shouting and filth-throwing were becoming worse as the crowd got rowdier. Priscilla wanted to get clear before things became a riot. In her days on the streets, she had seen a few violent episodes and it was evident she didn't want to be caught up in them. If anything Priscilla knew her limits, and as a petite blonde, she was an opportune target for various forms of violence. The old homeless men in the ally she slept were one thing, but a gang of thugs would quickly make her their plaything. Priscilla had seen a few girls meet that fate already.

To avoid the commotion she opted to take a more out-of-the-way route to where she heard the processing center was. It was far darker and dirtier than walking the main streets, but this way she could avoid unwanted attention. Donning the hood of an old tattered jacket she slipped away from the crowds and sloshed through the muck. Her face grimaced as she felt various bits of filth between her flip-flops and feet. Regardless, she resolved to push forward, anything to reach those stars that taunted her above.

Trudging on, she reflected on how peculiar her dream was. She had no real goal other than getting off-world. What would she even do there if she made it? How would she make a living? Those details felt so far from her grasp given she couldn't even get away from the destitution of Omaha. Her greatest fear was that she would become a permanent part of it if she didn't harness her resolve.

Kicking at rats and wiping the filth from her feet on a grated vent, she soon heard an odd bit of commotion up ahead.

"I told ya I got nothing! Nothing!" A female voice shrilled. Priscilla's sense of self-preservation itched to turn back, but she had come so far being an adventuring fool, why not go further?

Peaking around corners she soon found a gaggle of persons wearing the standard gutter trash garb. A female figure sat on her knees surrounded by four ill-favored individuals, each as ugly and menacing as the next.

One greasy man in a pair of dark overalls held a pistol near her mouth. The neon light along its barrel lit the fine features of her face as he rubbed it along her upper lip.

"Well if ya don't have anything for me, what are ya gonna do for me?" His suggestion ended with a cackle as he unzipped his fly. Holstering his pistol he whipped out another from between his legs, and from Priscilla's vantage point it looked as unwashed as the rest of him.

"Eh? Go on." He swung it around in front of her mouth impatiently. The rest of his gang cackled. "Ain't gonna let you go otherwise."

Priscilla crept up for a closer look. As angry as this situation made her given her recent run-in with the pastor and Theo, she didn't want to get caught up in this either. But neither was she about to turn around. The girl on her knees with a cock dancing in her face looked no older than she. Her skin was far darker and she had sharp beautiful facial features and an intense pair of grey eyes. Judging by the fact her clothes were intact and half-clean she seemed to have a bit more luck in the streets than Priscilla.

Of course, that luck for this girl seemed to be running out as the man's penis slipped between her lips. Closing her eyes she seemed to accept her fate as his hips pushed himself further into her mouth.

"Less teeth sweetie." He patted her cheek abrasively and tapped the holster of his pistol.

"Think her other holes are as cute?" Another said as he pulled his weapon from his pants and stroked it in rhythm to the movements of his compatriot.

"I think we'll have to bring her back to base to find out." Another said while slipping a hand under her jacket to feel at her breast.

"You said I could g- mmmhhhgggmmm." The girl objected but was cut off by the forceful reinsertion of a cock in her mouth.

"Sorry mama, you might be a bit too cute to let go, our last mascot didn't work out so we had to fire her..." They jeered as one grabbed the top of her hair. There was an odd emphasis on "fired" that sounded concerning.

"Step back." A stern voice warned the four aggressors from behind. In the excitement of getting their cocks out a bold Priscilla had slipped the glowing pistol from the sucked-off thug's holster and pointed it at them. She had never held a pistol before, so it was a loose grip at the hip level that made her look a little too casual.

"Back I said!" She ventured a yell as cocks slipped out of lips and the four previously lustful and gitty men had soured expressions. Each held their hands up and tsked as they stepped slightly backward.

"This one is pretty cute... I could give you a pistol to handle." They teased Priscilla as they felt only mildly threatened.

For a moment Priscilla stiffened up and held the gun out higher as she aimed it at the head of the man whose cock dripped with saliva. Their expression tense as they wondered if she would even do it.

"Get out of here!" She waved the gun with her hands awkwardly positioned.

"Why don't you give me the gun sweetie and we'll get going." The unshaven Grimey smirk of the man who answered sent a shiver down her spine. The girl on her knees even looked a bit nervous as the uncouth blonde waved the pistol around. Not even she trusted Priscilla knew what she was doing with it.

"Leave the pistol and get going now." A particularly strong response came from the wayward Priscilla. Her eyes ignited in a way they never had before as she suddenly felt powerful at the moment, a dangerous confidence creeping into her.

"You even know how to use that thing?" He took a few steps towards Priscilla with his eyes on the gun.

Crack

The piercing ring of the shot and the floored moaning of the man put the group on edge. Each let out some sort of expletive as they quickly stuffed their cocks back in their pants and turned to run. Priscilla had hit the man closest to her on the upper thigh, his screams in agony filling the alleyway to attention-drawing level.

"She almost shot my dick off!" He wailed as he held the gushing wound on both ends.

"You're lucky." Priscilla's tongue snapped as she had a forbidding tint to her eyes. "That's what I was aiming for." She held the pistol high again as it felt warm between her fingers. She leveled it with his cock once more with the full intention of seeing him truncated.

"Damn girl you dishin out the ups out here in the scrag like it's your party." The girl on her knees put a gentle hand on Priscilla's gun-toting wrist to stay her itchy trigger finger.

"I think you taught him a lesson, poppin him in the piece ain't gonna do anything for you but catch ya a charge." Her grey eyes shot around the alleyway as she listened for what may be coming. "Besides I'm all good. Just a bad taste in my mouth." She spat out the grime the man had left her with back onto him.

Priscilla looked dumbfounded at the girl, her Waterbury roots made her a touch unfamiliar with city slang. Her eyes glossed over trying to pick up what the other was putting down.

"You aren't from around here huh?"

Priscilla shook her head, the bemoaning of the man bleeding on the ground grew louder.

"Figures, we need to get gone though." The girl's darker hand grabbed the light skin of Priscilla's arm and tugged her quickly down the alleyway. At first, she resisted being pulled in the shock of the moment, but with a little coaxing, she trusted her newfound friend.

"Common I got a place to hide, the law doesn't like it when they aren't the only ones with heat, so you probably attracted a lot of attention."

"Ok." Priscilla looked around nervously as she stuffed the pistol into her jacket. She let the girl drag her along the dark ally and around a few offshoots till they slowed down. They had been alone on the trail for some time before she stopped at a loose vent at the base of one of the highest towers.

Reaching down the more curvaceous girl squatted at the hips. Her jeans let out a bounce in her rear while she took the vent cover off. This girl not only had much better clothes for such a horrible neighborhood, but she also had ones that flattered her as well. Something Priscilla was very curious about given her luck at finding a wardrobe.

"In here, it's weird I know but trust me." The girl tucked herself into the hole and beckoned Priscilla to follow.

Looking around she wondered if she had much else better to do. This girl certainly struck her curiosity so why not give it a shot? Bending down her small body slipped through the opening. On the other side, she found a cozy room fit to hide away from the troubles of the lower Omaha streets.

"Like it?" The girl gave her the grand tour of the 60-square-foot utility room with a twirl. Aside from the breaker panels and risers that adorned the walls, it seemed the girl had a taste for eclectic urban art as various signs and spray-painted murals were scattered. The piping that ran below the floor and turned 90-degrees to the ceiling warmed the space to a comfortable temperature.

"Found it a few months ago... can't beat the rent. Only had to blow the guy who does maintenance down here once or twice to stay."

Priscilla's eyes widened at the nonchalant attitude about such an act the girl had. She only had experienced a cock in her mouth once and given the nature of the act she wasn't in a hurry to get back to doing it.

Sensing the discomfort with the idea the girl offered her hand to Priscilla.

"I'm Phoebe." She said grasping the cold hands of the destitute girl.

"Priscilla."

"So did an ex-boyfriend piss you off or do you try to shoot every guy you meet in the dick?" Phoebe sat down on an old car chair in the corner of her abode.

"I mean... nuh... no... I haven't shot anyone before... but I saw what they were doing to you.. what they said they would do." Priscilla knelt against a concrete wall and looked at a "No Feeding Rats" sign that Phoebe had hung above her cot.

"I mean... I won't say I'm not thankful for you getting me out of all that. But I was fine... not the first cock I was made to suck... or the worst."

"Does that happen a lot out here?" Priscilla seemed further concerned.

"You aren't from here." Phoebe seemed concerned for the girl as she looked at her oddly.

"I'm from Waterbury. I got to Omaha about four days ago."

"I ain't even know where that is but I know that's the country." Phoebe shook her head.

Priscilla nodded in acknowledgment.

"Why does a country girl like you want to come to Omaha? Especially right now?" Phoebe came and sat closer to Priscilla against the wall, her tone more tender and caring.

Priscilla took a deep breath as she pushed back her short blonde hair. For the next half an hour she told Phoebe the whole story from the day she was asked to come to the Pastor's office, to Theo the truck driver, and finally to the old men in the ally. It was the first time Priscilla had been able to share her short but wild story with anyone and as she talked through the heavier parts there were more than a few tears.

Despite her sharp and even-keeled expressions, Phoebe felt bad for the girl, her hand on Priscilla's shoulder as she let her talk through all the events.

"Damn..." Phoebe shook her head as Priscilla ended her tale. "These streets are going to eat a pretty girl like you up like a snack..."

Priscilla looked down dishearted, she knew Phoebe was right and that she should have never left Waterbury.

"That is unless you learn to use it." She added after a long pause.

"Use it?" Priscilla sniffled.

"Yeah... like this room. It's warm, out of sight, keeps me safe at night. All I have to do for it is polish the knob of a tired utility worker when he comes down here. Ain't nothing that hurts me, or anything to be ashamed of." She grinned at her new and innocent friend.

"Isn't it gross?" Priscilla twitched as she thought about how Theo shoved himself down her throat. Her hand grasped her neck in reflection.

"I don't know... you tell me is it gross to you?"

Priscilla thought back. As terrified as she was of what was happening at the time, she recalled how she had rubbed and touched herself during the act. How curious she was at first before he got rough.

"No... I guess not." She shook her head as she shifted where she sat.

"You never let a guy hit it to get something before?" Phoebe nudged her with her shoulder.

"Hit... it?"

"Yeah.. hit it, put it in ya... you know... fuck." Phoebe seemed to be peeling back the onion on young and inexperienced Priscilla.

Priscilla only shook her head with a nervous expression.

"Damn... a virgin." Phoebe put her head in her hand as she sighed. "You are a nice tasty treat walking out here."

"I'm sorry..." Priscilla whispered.

"Don't be. I think you got it in you to survive, I saw you waving that gun around." Phoebe made a finger gun and waved it around recklessly mimicking Priscilla. It drew out a laugh from the girl and changed the mood a bit.

Priscilla through her nervous chuckles reached into her hoody and produced said weapon between her fingers, eager for now to get it off her person.

"Yeah, let's put that up." Phoebe took it and placed it across the room on a shelf. "To survive out here you can't rely on a gun. That is just going to get you into more trouble. But like I said there are lots of... other... ways you can get by." Phoebe ran her hands sensually down her own body from breast to thigh with a smile.

"You just have to get used to the idea of using it. I can give you pointers..."

Priscilla was finally catching on to the "it" part of that, a nervous nod confirming she would take all the help she could get.

"Good." Phoebe smiled and offered Priscilla her hand. Hoisting her up the two girls shared a warm friendly smile.

"Then let's get you cleaned up... and find you new clothes. As nice as I bet your pussy is I don't think anyone is gonna want it with you looking like this." She poked Priscilla's fair skin through a hole in her shirt above her abdomen.

At Phoebe's mention of her pussy the country girl's cheeks blushed. Her eyes chanced a look over the other girl's body which had a far bustier and feminine shape. Not that Priscilla was lacking by any means, but Pheobe was far less petite and curvier. Priscilla admired that to a level that she hadn't considered before.

There was an actual door to one side of Pheobe's makeshift apartment that she led Priscilla through at the beckoning of getting washed up. Just on the other side was a long hallway full of piping and conduits. It made Priscilla's unwashed skin crawl at the sight of it, like something out of a horror movie with flickering lights and undiscernible sounds from pipes and wiring. But her newfound friend didn't seem scared, thus Priscilla followed with little hesitation. Nearly on her coattails she trusted for the first time in days and stole glances at her thick rear from time to time.

"For a girl who so eagerly pickpocketed a piece off a thug, you seem so anxious in a dark hallway." The other girl teased as she tapped a warm pipe with her finger.

Priscilla innocently and quickly averted her eyes.

"Well, that's different." Priscilla crossed her arms in front of her to quell the anxiousness.

"Oh how?"

"I had a gun then."

Both girls giggled at the thought, like old friends they seemed to understand each other to a certain level. The shared experience of being a stray girl in the grimey underworld of Omaha their bond.

"So if you didn't have a gun you weren't gonna come to my rescue?" A small frown teased across Phoebe's face as Priscilla caught it in the flicker of light.

A pang of guilt crossed Priscilla. Though a soft chuckle from her friend indicated she was just pulling her leg.

"Just teasing dear. Like I told you, I had it handled either way." Phoebe winked at Priscilla as the gloss of her lips caught the light. She couldn't quite understand yet how casual Phoebe was about what happened. She figured once you do it a lot it becomes easier and more casual a thing. Phoebe's carefreeness could teach her a thing or two.

"Here it is." They stopped a few meters down the dark hall. A series of pipes turned 90-degrees into the ceiling at a junction of valves and spigots.

"What is it?"

"The guy who let me stay here told me about this place." Phoebe's hand reached for a valve handle and twisted it just slightly. A gush of water fell from a spigot above them as Phoebe pushed Priscilla back to avoid getting wet.

"This is the freshwater riser for this section of the tower. And it also is warmed from the pumps just below us." She felt the water with her hand and smiled as she tossed a handful at Priscilla.

A shrill gasp as it hit her was followed by laughter as a huge wet spot dripped off of Priscilla's t-shirt. Phoebe's eyes found her pert breasts fully defined amongst the wetness as the girls shared an awkward and silent moment.

"Um well... I bet you wanna get clean and all. So let's?" Phoebe had a hard time delivering that line while breaking her eyes away from her friend's chest. Eagerly she led the way in stripping down for a warm shower, arms slipping out of her coat and feet kicking off her boots.

Priscila's blush got even more intense as she saw the other girl stripping. It's not like she hadn't seen another girl naked before. But never, not even at Church camp, did they shower together. Certainly the excitement she felt about it was not readily encouraged back in Waterbury. Before her eyes, Phoebe had slipped her shirt up and over her head and unsnapped her bra in somewhat of a hurry. The girl whom Priscilla had only met a few short hours ago was already so comfortable to bare herself to Priscilla. There was no complaint as her eyes found the large tits of her friend quite alluring. Even a small sigh gave away a bit of lust that her leering gaze didn't already hide.

"Earth to Priscillaaaaa." Phoebe snapped her fingers with a giggle as she slipped her pants down her long dark legs. Priscilla's gaze snapped out of it as they enjoyed the pinkness of Phoebe's nipples against the darkness of her skin.

"I'm not the only one taking a shower am I?" Phoebe's eyes hungered to see her petite friend bare it as well. Her hands loosened her panties just enough to let them fall off her wide hips and reveal a shaven mound cresting a plump tulip.

"Um uh... wha... no?" Priscilla by no means was subtle in looking over her friend's body, causing even Phoebe to blush. Her heart raced with anticipation as she took her clothes in hand and slipped them from her body. Unlike her friend, she had no undergarments so her fair and petite form was exposed to the air quicker.

Both enjoyed the sight of each other without verbally acknowledging it for a few short moments. Then after an exchange of awkward coughing, they decided it was best to get washed up.

"You first." Pheobe beckoned Priscilla to the water as she twisted the valve to let out a steadier stream. A bit of tension found them as they had to trade places in the narrow hallway, Phoebe's large breasts rubbing against Priscilla's more modest mounds. Awkward giggles arose from it before Priscilla's bob-cut blonde hair was dowsed in the water.

It was an amazing feeling after nearly a week on the run to feel warm clean water across her body. The hardest part of this adventure had been being so disheveled all the time. Looking at Phoebe who had a much better handle on this lifestyle she felt some more confidence that she could do it.

As the water coursed over her body she rubbed it across her skin to remove the grime. Phoebe was not far away admiring the show.

"Girl there is no way you are a virgin." Phoebe's mouth was slightly agape as Priscilla's hands rubbed her breasts. Her cute light pink nipple were almost like ghosts in the warm water as her fair-skin reddened.

"What... I am." Priscilla laughed as she turned her body to catch the water along her back.

"You better not share that with anyone else out here." Pheobe felt a twinge of desire as she stepped closer to the water. She justified it because of the draft in the long passageway. Though it was obvious between them something more was happening.

"You'll quickly be a sweet treat if you do."

Priscilla's face held an expression of concern as she looked at Phoebe.

"How do I use 'it' then." Priscilla slipped a hand over her lower lips and rubbed them with water.

"I don't know... you'll have to give it up quick and get used to the feeling." Pheobe shrugged, her eyes watching Priscilla's folds drenched in water.

"What if I don't want to give it up yet..." She looked to the floor with a nervous stare.

Phoebe hovered closer and enjoyed splashes of water that came off of Priscilla's body. Her index finger found the bottom lip of Priscilla's mouth and gave it a playful strum.

"You'll have to get good with your mouth."

Priscilla smiled at her friend as their bodies soon came together at the hips. Pheobe's large tits pushed against her shoulder.

"That doesn't sound very gratifying to me." Priscilla teased as she ran a finger across Pheobe's abdomen out of instinctual desire. She had a guilty expression in her eyes as she quickly retracted it, her desire getting the best of her.

Pheobe however quickly grabbed her hand and put Priscilla's full palm right back on her abdomen, letting the other girl feel her wet skin as they shared the downspout of water.

"We are talking about survival here Priss." Pheobe came behind Priscilla without once separating their bodies. Her breasts in Priss' back and abdomen against her modest ass.

Priscilla was still enjoying the new pet name Pheobe had given her when she yelped at the feeling of her friend's hands washing water against her sex. Pheobe's fingers rubbed the water along her labia and around her inner thigh as the petite girl began to moan and lean her head back against her friend.

"There are other ways of feeling gratification Priss." Phoebe found Priscilla's pleasure nub and began to toy with it. Their wet bodies danced with each other as Priscilla's moans echoed down the passageway.

"Aahhhhhh." Priss exclaimed as a tiny bit of finger entered her hole ever so gently. It wasn't until Phoebe met that barrier did she stop.

"Yep... you are a virgin... look at you girl." Pheobe's other hand found Priscilla's breast and squeezed it. Priscilla's eyes looked back at her friend as she smiled.

"Did you think I was lying?"

"No... just didn't think a beauty like you could keep it for that long." Her hands both now found Priscilla's pleasure zone, the innocent girl spreading her legs almost into a squat to give full access.

"It was... haaaaa." Priscilla could hardly talk as her breathing became erratic. "It was... close."

"That trucker guy?"

"Mmhmm. He had put it right there." Priscilla's hands cupped Pheobe's at her sex out of encouragement.

"You said he had made you curious some. Why didn't you let him?" Phoebe toyed with the edge of Priscilla's hole respectfully as her friend sang lusty harmonies that rang from the steel pipes and concrete walls.

"I don't.. eeeeehh... I don't know. It just didn't feel right. He was... he wasn't what-"

"A fat trucker wasn't doing it for ya huh?" Pheobe released her hands from Priscilla's sex and turned her around to face her. Her arms wrapped around her petite waist and drew her in close. While they were about the same height, Priscilla was slightly shorter, so her chin rested just above Pheobe's breasts as they looked at each other closely.

"I guess... not." Priscilla's hands went around Pheobe's waist in turn.

"If you want to use 'it' to survive then you'll have to get over how the guy looks." Pheobe seemed stern and sisterly as she looked down into her bright green eyes. They were wide and solemn like a girl who was just shown the true nature of the world.

Priscilla nodded with conflict as her eyes shifted at the thought.

"But I won't hold it against you that you wanted your first to be someone hot." She booped Priscilla on the nose as they both laughed.

"Well... I guess I better find that hot guy to do it then so I can use all my assets." Priscilla wiggled her ass in a demonstration.

Pheobe gave her rear a smack as they both laughed further.

"Let's see how far that pretty mouth gets you first. Between that and how hot and intimidating, you look holding a gun you may just get by."

Priscilla giggled, and then stood on her tiptoes to reach Pheobe's lips. Taking her in a deep embrace they smacked around their mouths for a time as tongues intertwined and hands rubbed across sensitive areas of their bodies. Priscilla even ventured to feel Pheobe's folds which were moist and warm. Out of curiosity her finger slipped into them and ventured deep to understand the feeling of what she would earn one day.

"Ohhh you are tempting fate there miss." Pheobe grabbed her by the hips and turned her back down the passage. Priscilla at first thought she had done something wrong, but a playful swat at her ass reassured her otherwise. Turning off the water Pheobe pointed back towards her room.

"Let's get back to where it's a bit dryer and more comfortable. That little ass needs a lesson." A few more smacks got Priscilla walking with a giddy laugh as both girls gathered their clothes and headed down the passage.

Neither had opted to put clothes back on and were still a little damp and shivering by the time they found Phoebe's quaint living arrangements once again. Through giggles, playful kisses, and spanks they dropped their clothes in a pile. Pheobe pinned Priscilla against the cold concrete wall and assailed her with kisses along her breasts as she listened to the inexperienced girl gleefully moan. Her teeth managed to pull at one of her precious little nubs as Priscilla exclaimed at the feeling.

"Hey!" She put a hand over her nipple as Pheobe pulled back.

"What?" The other girl kissed Priscilla's neck as she rubbed their breasts together.

"You bit it!" She retorted.

"Did it feel good?" Pheobe's tongue lashed at the other nipple.

"Well... kinda..."

"Exactly." Pheobe took the girl's other nipple between her teeth and pulled it back enough to make her tits jiggle. Priscilla exclaimed more but it didn't stop her friend who had pinned her arms above her head to get her to squirm less.

Priscilla's mind had floated far above the dark place she had been in these days she shared with the dank streets of Omaha. The feeling she was experiencing lifted her spirits greatly as she shared a strange bond with this girl she just met. It hadn't occurred to her that she could enjoy the company of a woman like she was, and there was something less scary about it. It wasn't to say the whole idea of a cock penetrating her didn't appeal to her on a certain level, just that she had discovered she enjoyed both.

Lost in thought and ecstasy Priscilla woke up to find herself falling back to the cot that Pheobe had set up along the wall. Her naked body plopped into it perfectly as warm blankets enveloped her on all sides.

"Mmmm mmmm." Pheobe stood at the end of the cot looking down at her, specifically her pink pussy-lips that were ever so slightly opened from her posture. "If I was a guy I certainly would not have let you run off before popping your cherry." She licked her lips as she pushed Priscilla's legs open.

"Heh... well I don't think they had intended to let me go. Just that I had my ways of going." Her foot playfully came up to Pheobe's chin and tapped it, just like she kicked both the pastor and Theo in the face. Her friend had heard the stories got that reference but playfully bit her big toe before descending between her thighs.

"Well, I'll take that as a sign that you aren't going to run off on me then."

Priscilla shook her head.

"Good." Phoebe sunk to her knees and pulled Priscilla's bottom to the edge of the cot. Her hands pushed the other girl's legs wide as he face dove into her moist slit, lapping at her fluids and folds as the receiving girl screamed out affirmations of pleasure. From eyebrows to chin Pheobe soaked herself in Priscilla's juices as her whole face enjoyed the taste and warmth of her fresh womanhood. Having cleaned Priss' pussy herself she felt as if she had washed her dinner and now got to enjoy its sweet taste.

Priscilla's head hardly could hold up to watch her friend eating her out. She could only feel her tongue running across her clit, her teeth pulling at her labia, and her mouth kissing her whole sex with passion. It sent her into a spiral that Pheobe recognized and worked hard to bring her to.

"God, you are a cute little thing." Pheobe came up for air and rose to join her on the cot.

"I... I... I'm about to." Priscilla begged her to go back down on her. But Pheobe shook her head and smiled.

"I know you are, and I want to do it this way. So I can watch you better."

She pushed Priscilla further up the cot and grabbed one leg and lifted it above her own. Coming close she married their sexes together, legs intertwined as she met Priscilla as If she were a man taking her. But instead of penetration, there was the warm and moist feeling of two women coming together. Pheobe began to rock her hips and rub their sexes up and down as the cot strained and squeaked beneath them.

Priscilla's eyes were wide as she didn't even imagine this act. Her whole body was blushing and straining as she joined in the motion Pheobe had instigated. Both sang to each other in grunts and moans as their clits tickled one another and a back-and-forth dance. The moaning rose to a crescendo as Priscilla began to feel the tingle and warmth of a nearing climax come back to her. Both screamed in unison as the cot broke beneath them and sent them to the ground. Neither stopped for more than a moment to think about it as the passion was too great. With a few deliberate thrusts of Pheobe's hips and the rubbing of her smooth labia against Priscilla's clit, the mounted blonde began to yell out in orgasm. Huffing through a jolting pleasure, Priscilla's climax coursed through her body.

"There you go sweet thang." Phoebe looked chuffed to have brought her to climax in such a way that she knew the other girl had never experienced. Watching her writhe with pleasure beneath her brought her a sense of power. There must be something to what guys feel she wondered.

"That was amazing..." Priscilla caught her breath as Pheobe lay behind and spooned the other girl.

Laying kisses along Priscilla's shoulder and back she decided to tease her.

"You broke my cot." Her hand pulled Priscilla tight.

"Hey, you were on top." Priscilla managed to plant a kiss on her cheek as she looked back.

"You know how much I had to put out to get this?"

"Heh... maybe I'll help get you a new one." Priscilla laughed and winked.

Both cuddled closely for a long few minutes as their warm bodies steamed with passion.

"What about you?" Priscilla enquired.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you didn't get off yet." Priscilla turned herself so they were both facing one another.

"Don't worry about it. I just figured I'd put out for my knight in shining armor."

Priscilla giggled at the idea as she took one of Pheobe's nipples between her thumb and finger. The other girl bit her lip at the sensation as Priscilla's eyes wandered for a moment.

"It's been a long day, I bet you haven't slept good for a while." Phoebe looked deep into Priscilla's eyes.

But the blonde girl from Waterbury simply shook her head. Pushing herself downward until her head disappeared beneath the covers and found itself between Pheobe's dark thighs. A surge of pleasure crossed the girl's face as Priscilla's curiosity found the sweet spot.

Thus both girls shared the rare positive ending to the day in the Omaha underworld.