QT UK - Short 3

Soooo, yeah, I ran headlong into a wall of writers block with If I'm Honest right as that was almost done and then things have been busy enough IRL to keep me getting over it. It should still be along soon, but in the meantime I've thrown together a quick short for QT: UK as an exercise in getting some words out in one sitting.

A little unrefined, but the idea was to just make myself put something on a page without stressing about every last sentence being perfect and it's hopefully worth sharing. Some of what's touched on here might come up in the main story and repeat a little at some point and readers of the rest of the QTverse might recognise who's being talked about here.

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Takes place after QT:UK Chapter 14

Arousal smeared across Jess’ neatly trimmed mound and beaded on the red patch of hair that sat above her pussy - her delicate pink folds currently filled by the pumping of her own fingers. She hitched up her t-shirt, leaving her petite body bare from her shoulders down to where her jeans bunched about her thighs and pawed at one of her nipples, tweaking the nub roughly. A moan escaped her mouth, and as it did, so did, it was echoed by one of the girls on her phone screen, the porn she was watching shaking in an unsteady hand.

Ethan and Nia were busy dealing with Aoife, Evie was working, but it didn’t really feel like her libido had settled down in the few days since she’d received the serum. She’d been told (unhelpfully) that it could take a week or two, or that it might not at all, but even at its quietest she had a pleasant, warm thrum wrapped around her like a hug. But oddly, she didn’t mind that part. The shy acknowledgement of her sexuality that had been part of the appeal of coming to Taymont didn’t feel quite so shy anymore, along with the realisation that she didn’t need to try and colour inside the lines she’d previously drawn for herself. And because of that the ease with which she was able to get herself in the mood, even in between the attention of Farah and Evie, only felt like a positive, letting her explore in the few quiet moments she had.

No, what was bothering here was the intrusive way those horny feelings kept bubbling back up into elements of her old life, coming with a flush of shame every time, and nowhere was it more noticeable than with Shannon.

The American had always been a flirt. They’d met through mutuals in the online art community and had been streaming alongside each other for long enough that she considered her one of her closer friends. She had no idea what the other woman actually looked like outside of her PurplePawPrincess persona but there was an energy and confidence behind the feline Vtuber avatar that Jess had spent months quietly crushing on even if she’d contented herself with the fact that nothing was ever likely to happen there. But the serum had other ideas. Twice since being vaccinated, she’d tried to put one of Shannon’s streams on while she worked, and twice, every single throw away line was loaded with heat and intent that hadn’t been there before. Shannon’s voice suddenly dripped sex with every syllable. Fantasies grew out of her teasing and suggestive comments, and Jess had found herself having to hold back from touching herself as she listened. What was even weirder was how happily she was flirting back.

That was how she’d ended up, lying on her bed, scrolling porn sites in an attempt to get herself off on something other than her friend’s voice. She’d considered messaging Farah but was neurotic enough about coming across as needy so soon that she’d turned the idea down and settled on her fingers instead. 

Jess had always gravitated towards lesbian porn in the past; amateur girls and translations of yuri hentai manga, indulging that side of her sexuality while dating men. But Gemivax had left everything so scrambled and heightened that even that had become more intense. There was something oddly uncomfortable about watching any cock other than Ethan’s which she was having to do her best to dance around, but the video she’d settled on of watching a petite blonde getting roughly shared by her ‘boyfriend’ and a dark skinned woman with a strap ticked far too many other boxes for it to stop her entirely. She wasn’t sure if the black girl was a stand in for Nia or for Shannon in her head, but the sight of the toy bulging the blonde woman’s throat left Jess picturing her own face being fucked as Ethan claimed her from behind, and she shocked herself with how electric the image felt.

She closed her eyes, visualising herself in the situation as she strummed at her own clit. Her imagination jumped from one idea to the next, soundtracked by the harsh rutting coming from her phone. She pictured Ethan coming inside her like that, or giving enough of a spurt to set her off then finishing across her back…her tits…her face. She wandered between visualising who it would be licking her clean. Evie between her legs. Farah lapping it off her tits. Nia feeding it back to her in a long sloppy kiss, her tongue demanding, shifting in her mind’s eye to an idealised version of Shannon somewhere along the way.   

She pictured Farah riding her face, the shining piercing resting in the Indian woman’s hood a recurrent fixture of her fantasies from the moment she’d first seen it, although that much felt natural at least. They’d figured out by now that Ethan had weighted that particular kink highly on Delphi and that an openness to the idea was something most of them shared. Evie had already sounded Jess out for help doing her nipples, and the redhead knew, at some point along the line, she’d be following suit. She didn’t often make erotic art, but when she did she tended to give the girls she drew piercings and body art, something that hadn’t escaped Shannon’s notice. Or gone without teasing.

And, just like that, her thoughts on sex and her friend were blurring together again, this time too good to ignore.

Jess gave in, letting her fantasies talk dirty to her in the American’s voice, no longer flirting but wonderfully explicit. And when she arched her ass off the sheet, shuddering into her climax, it was with her head full of Shannon telling her how much of a good girl she was, Nia playing with piercings on her chest, and Ethan pulsing hard into her core.

When she finally came down, the video was still playing, but Jess wasn’t sure if her shame or gratification felt stickier. Whether she regretted it, or wanted more. But what she did know immediately was that the background noise of her own horniness was still going to be there, the second that she moved.

She groaned, burying her face in the nearby pillow, and stayed there until Farah came to find her for dinner.