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Who Knows?	By : Rezalda Category: Pokemon > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 4810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Who Knows?
- 1
"Ugh...I don't think this rain is going to ever stop." Jessie rested her forehead against the cool window pane. "It makes my cramps worse. James, get me some pills."
"You took the last of them yesterday," James grumbled. "I'm no better off than you are. My head is killing me."
"I've had a headache before. You've never had menstrual cramps before. I'm telling you, cramps are way worse. You have no idea."
"Meowth," they both said.
Meowth shook his head. "No way. I'm goin' out tonight. I gotta date with a Rattata."
Jessie snorted. "It figures the best you can do is a damned rat."
Meowth shrugged. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. Anyway, it's just about time for me to leave, so..." He pointed at the door. "One of you open it for me."
"Hmph." Jessie made a big show of pulling herself to her feet. "You owe me for this, runt." She turned to James. "You, too. Since I'm getting the door for Meowth, you need to go to the store and buy some pills. Maybe some chocolate, too."
James started to protest, then thought better of it and sighed. "All right, fine. But next time, it's your turn."
"Sure, sure," Jessie promised as she opened the door. "Good luck, Meowth. Hope you get some action."
James shuddered.
"Here, I'll write you a list," Jessie offered, picking up a notebook and a pen. "Let's see...Pills, chocolate, soda. Anything else?"
"Yes!" James answered, rolling his eyes. "We're almost out of everything. We need shampoo, cereal, milk, some instant ramen, razors, ravioli, sardines, microwave pizza..."
"Okay, okay, slow down." She wrote down everything he said, plus a few extra items that she wanted. She tore off the list and handed it to him. "Here. Don't be afraid to check off some non-essentials if you don't have enough money for everything." Of course, by "non-essentials," she meant anything she didn't want.
"Yeah, yeah." James snatched the list from Jessie. "I suppose it's best that I'm going. You'd get too distracted and end up buying a bunch of stuff we don't need."
"Ta-ta," Jessie sang as he walked out the door. "Don't rush yourself."
As soon as the door was closed, she let out a sigh of relief. Really, she loved her teammates, but sometimes she just wanted to have some time to herself. And when the three of them did everything together, that could be very difficult to come by.
James masturbated in the shower, but Jessie needed space and comfort. Really, the only plausible places were a bed or a couch. Very few of their hideouts had either, but this cabin had a king-size bed that fit all three of them. It would be the perfect place to spread her legs, and she only needed about 20 minutes. She would be finished long before James returned.
Jessie had stripped down to her underwear and was just about to unhook her bra when there was a knock at the door.
Who the hell could it be? James would just come in, and Meowth scratched at the door or yelled until someone came and opened it for him. It had to be someone sheeking shelter. Well, damned if she was going to give up her "me time" just to open her door to someone who couldn't take a little rain.
"Damn it, Jessie, I know you're in there! Open this fucking door or I swear to all that is holy--"
Cassidy! But it had been years since they'd seen each other. Why would she go out of her way to see Jessie now? And how did she know where she was?
Nonetheless, Jessie knew that Cassidy would get in one way or another, even if it meant burning the cabin down. She never did care about anyone but herself. She put on a bathrobe and walked to the door
"What the hell do you want?" Jessie demanded when she opened the door. However, her scowl soon turned into a grin as she saw that Cassidy was drenched. "Oh, and here I thought you were my old arch-rival, Cassidy. I don't normally take in stray Raticate, but I'm feeling charitable tonight. Come in, and once you've warned up we'll go looking for your trainer, mmkay?"
"Whatever, bitch," Cassidy said, walking past her into the cabin. "It takes a Raticate to know one, right? Anyway, I'm using your shower. Lend me a change of clothes, will you?"
"All I've got clean is a nightgown," Jessie said. "And who said you could order me around? What are you here for, anyway?"
"I don't care if it's a nightgown. I'm not leaving until this storm lets up. Where are the other two stooges? Or did they finally have enough of your shit?" She threw off her clothes and turned on the shower.
Jessie shrugged and went to get the nightgown. "If you must know, James went grocery shopping and Meowth has a date."
"Oh?" Cassidy's voice rang out from behind the curtain. "That little tom still pretending he's a human?"
"Why, Cassidy, I'm surprised at you," Jessie cooed as she hung the nightgown on the wall. "I would have thought you'd feel some sympathy towards Meowth, what with you pretending not to be the ogress you are for all these years."
"Oh, if only you had the excuse of me having supernatural powers to explain your own incompetence," Cassidy said without missing a beat. "But I'm afraid you're just that useless. By the way, don't you have any shampoo?"
"Nope. You'll have to do without, I'm afraid." Jessie returned to the bedroom and took out a book. So much for her "me time."
"This is what you sleep in?" Cassidy appeared in the doorway a few minutes later in Jessie's skimpy negligee. "With James, I assume, since there's only one bed in here? I'm absolutely shocked."
Jessie shrugged. "I don't usually wear it. Just when I'm alone, or having a...special guest."
"Hmph. So you don't get it on with James, then?"
"Absolutely not. James is sweet, but I don't think of him that way." She patted the bed. "Sit down. Let's talk. Tell me why you're by yourself."
Cassidy sighed and fell onto the bed next to her. "Butch and I got separated after we ran into some cops. I spent 45 minutes hiding and then the next three hours looking for him. It's just my luck that I get lost after my communicator broke. I think after this I'm going to have to return to HQ. That's probably where he is if he's given up."
"I see." Jessie was loathe to admit it, but Cassidy looked really good in her negligee. It was see-through, and gave her a nice view of Cassidy's rangoons. "What's it like working with him?"
"Um...I don't know. He's okay, I guess." Cassidy shrugged. "He can be kind of a dick sometimes, but he's reliable and stuff." Her knees were pressed tightly together. "I kind of envy the synergy you and James have, though. Butch is a good partner, but he wouldn't give a Raticate's ass if I died, you know?"
"Mmm...hmmm..." Jessie was rapidly losing interest in the conversation, as she had begun to notice that Cassidy kept shifting uncomfortably. "Hey, Cass, is something wrong?"
"N-no," Cassidy stammered, and her face turned red. "Why would you think that?"
"Hmm...no reason."
They continued talking, and Cassidy was growing more and more antsy. Every time she moved, however, she kept her knees together, as though afraid of exposing her vertical grimace. Finally, she blurted out, "All right, fine. I'm horny as fuck because it's a full moon. Also, I'm a lesbian. Draw what conclusions you will from that information."
A slow grin spread across Jessie's face. "You want to fuck me? Is that it?"
"Hmph." Cassidy flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Well, if it has to be you. Normally I would just use my vibrator, but my batteries happen to be dead. And I can't get off using just my fingers. So if you wouldn't mind..."
Jessie almost burst out laughing. The idea was absurd--that she would sexually gratify her most hated enemy just because the two of them were stuck together during a storm. But she couldn't help thinking that Cassidy had a delicious body...and it had been a while since she'd been with a woman herself.
"Fine," she agreed. "Take off that nightgown. I want to see you spread your legs for me."
For a moment, Cassidy seemed overcome with shock. Then, she sputtered, "I didn't think you'd actually agree to it."
In response, Jessie pressed her lips against Cassidy's mouth in a forceful kiss. Cassidy moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around Jessie, gripping her booty with both hands.
Jessie pushed the negligee all the way up to Cassidy's shoulders, exposing her perfectly shaped love muffins. She pressed her palms against them, then pulled them away, then slapped them back and forth--lightly--then tugged on one of Cassidy's nipples.
Cassidy rolled her eyes. "Have you ever been with a woman before? You're acting like a horny high school boy who's never seen breasts before and still calls them 'boobies.'"
"Shut up," Jessie snapped. "I have been with a woman. I just wanted to play a little."
"Right. Well, I don't know what worked with her, but you're boring me."
Jessie grunted as she took one of Cassidy's nipples into her mouth. She sucked for a minute, then said, "Be patient. I'll get you off, so calm your tits, all right?" She enjoyed the way Cassidy's nipples looked--wet and glistening, a deep strawberry red. And they were erect, so surely she had to be enjoying this a little bit.
Finally, Jessie had had enough of Cassidy's moo moos. She pried her legs apart and took a good look at her taffy puller. It was completely bare except for a patch of fuzz at the top.
"Huh, I didn't think you were the type to pretty up your pussy," she said. "Were you expecting company tonight?"
"Of course not," Cassidy snapped. "I just like the way it looks like that, and it's easier for me to get off this way. Just shut up and lick me already, will you?"
"If you're like this with all your partners," Jessie grumbled, "it's no surprise you spend most nights alone. If I were you, I'd be a lot more appreciative."
Cassidy groaned. "Fine. I'm sorry. Now please..."
"That's all I needed to hear." Jessie bent down to taste Cassidy's sausage wallet. She was immediately rewarded with a moan.
It had been a while since Jessie had gone muff diving, but she had never come up empty. (That means she had always given the other woman an orgasm.) She actually enjoyed it a lot more than sucking cock; it was easier on her throat, and she didn't have to worry about accidentally biting her partner. And as someone with a vagina herself, she knew where the most sensitive parts were.
Cassidy's Cape Horn tasted fantastic, like that sourdough bread and beef broth. Jessie took good care to avoid her sensitive clitoris at first, opting instead to slather her inner and outer lips with saliva and love juice. Just to mess with Cassidy, she made sure to make a lot of wet, squishy, slurping sounds, but Cassidy didn't seem to mind. In fact, the more obscene noises Jessie made, the louder Cassidy's moans grew.
Jessie used the tip of her tongue to tease Cassidy's pee slit, which made her let out a different kind of moan, almost as if she were embarrassed and aroused at the same time. She tried it again, and Cassidy's hips twitched helplessly.
"You're ticklish here," Jessie snickered. "Do you like having me tickle your little pee hole?"
"Sh-shut up," Cassidy whined.
"I'm going to make you pee yourself," Jessie taunted. "And then I'm going to tell everyone that Cassidy is 23 years old and she still wets her bed!"
"D-don't you dare!" she gasped, and a spout of cunt butter shot out of Cassidy's one eye. She sounded mortified, so Jessie decided to ease up.
"I won't say anything," she promised. "I wouldn't stoop that low. I was just teasing."
She gave Cassidy's urethra a few more prods, then flicked her tongue against her clitoris.
"Yes," Cassidy gasped. "Right there. Don't move. Don't move."
Cassidy's clit was ready for action, engorged with blood and begging to be sucked. Jessie teased it by flicking her tongue against it again, then again, making Cassidy whimper and writhe in frustration.
"Jessiiiiieeeee!"
Jessie chuckled and continued the flicking, enjoying Cassidy's tormented squeals. It felt good to have a leg up over her for once. Here she had something Cassidy wanted--needed--and there was nothing the bitch could do about it. Best of all, she knew that this sweet torture would make Cassidy's eventual climax all the more enjoyable, so she wasn't even hurting her.
"Jessie, hurry up! If you tease me too much, I'm going to squirt you in the face!"
"Go ahead," Jessie said. "I don't mind."
"Goddammit!"
"I'll let you come, but I want to hear you beg first."
Cassidy groaned. "You're joking."
Jessie grinned. "No, I'm not. If you want me to get you off, you're going to be have to beg me for it." She ran her tongue along Cassidy's slit at a speed she hoped was agnozingly slow.
"All right, all right! Just promise me you won't tell anyone. Swear it!"
"I swear," Jessie assured her.
Chelsea gulped and began to beg. "Pleeeeaaase get me off, Jessie. Please let me come. I...I can't come without your help!" She continued even as Jessie began to suck her throbbing clit. "Please stick your fingers in me, I'm begging you. I need to feel your touch deep inside my aching core. Nnngh, I'm so wet. I...I've been thinking of you every night!"
Jessie hadn't expected Cassidy to say something like that, but she didn't bother stopping to find out if she was telling the truth. By now, she wasn't even making sense--she was just babbling in between pleasured cries, and at some point she must have put her fingers in her mouth because now she wasn't even saying anything coherent.
Finally, she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Eeeeeee!" and pressed Jessie's face against her yoni. Jessie, in turn, felt Cassidy's cloven tuft spasm against her face, and a torrent of her sploosh flooded her mouth. This was always Jessie's favorite part. The taste of the spring of Venus was like a reward for a job well done. It was almost better than tomato juice.
Jessie continued to lap up Cassidy's juices until she gasped, "That's enough, Jessie. I need to recover," and Jessie reluctantly pulled away. She settled for licking her own face until Cassidy said, "I suppose you want me to return the favor."
"Nah," Jessie said. "I'm on my red wings and doubt you would want to. To be honest, I'd rather be fisted."
Cassidy's jaw dropped. "Fisted? You're into fisting?"
She shrugged. "I like 'em thick. It doesn't matter if it's a dick, a dildo, or a hand. You can even wear a glove."
"Are you kidding?" Cassidy said with a grin. "I'd love to have your blood on my hands." She sat up and moved out of the way so Jessie could lie on her back.
"Go get a towel from the bathroom," Jessie ordered her. "James will freak out if I get the bed all bloody."
Jessie took off her clothes while Cassidy went to the bathroom. When Cassidy returned, she removed the tampon from her madge with an aroused moan.
"That feels so good," she sighed, much to Cassidy's bemusement.
"Does it?" she asked. "Personally, I've never found it particularly pleasurable. That's why I switched to Diva cups." She sat on the bed and took a good look at Jessie's goo pot. "Ugh, you've got a lot of hair down here. Doesn't it itch?"
Jessie shrugged. "Not really. I tried shaving it once, but it got irritated, and then the hair started growing back. Now that itched."
"How does a dick even get in there without getting lost?" scoffed Cassidy. "Seriously, Viridian Forest has nothing on your quim."
"No man who has an aversion to my enchanted forest is going to get to sleep with me," Jessie said. "Now get to work before my abyss dries up."
She lay back and closed her eyes, her pussy lips and clit twitching with anticipation. She felt Cassidy tentatively stick two fingers inside her.
"Don't worry about hurting me," Jessie said. "I've done this before. It's not like I'm a virgin or anything."
Cassidy laughed. "Like I'd ever worry about hurting you!"
"Well, if you had any remaining shred of humanity, you might. But that's an ogress for you, I guess. I should have known better."
Cassidy added a third finger, then her pinky and thumb, and Jessie's ya-ya closed around the thickest part of her hand. With one final push, Cassidy's entire hand was inside of Jessie's eel skinner. Suddenly, Cassidy screamed.
Jessie jumped a foot off the bed. "What? What's wrong? Jesus, Cassidy!"
Cassidy burst out laughing. "Gotcha."
"You bitch," Jessie sighed, falling back on the bed. "Don't ever do that again, or I'll give you something to scream about." She paused. "And not in a good way."
"Sorry, sorry." Cassidy was still grinning. "You're so obsessed with your own cunt, I thought maybe you believed it was a vagina dentata or something."
"A vagina what-a?"
"Dentata. A toothed vagina."
Jessie rolled her eyes. "That's really sick, Cass. Anyway, just start pumping like you want to punch me in the cervix...although if you actually, do, I'll use my Kegels to break your wrist."
"Go ahead and try it, wench." But Cassidy didn't sound like she was seriously upset. She began to move her wrist in and out of Jessie's mother of all souls, using her fingers to feel around for sensitive spots.
Jessie began to relax again. She let her body take over to match Cassidy's movements, which were beginning to acquire a nice rhythm. She might have trouble giving herself orgasms, but she was apparently a pro at getting other women off, for she found Jessie's G-spot fairly quickly.
"Ooooh," Jessie moaned as Cassidy pushed against the spot. Unlike Cassidy, she didn't feel the need to encourage her with words. She let her cries and her body's movements do all the talking.
Cassidy continued to rub for another minute or two without doing anything else. Then, she used her other hand to stimulate her clit, which was already fully erect. As soon as the tips of her fingers touched that sensitive nub, Jessie's cries turned to screams and she had the most satisfying orgasm she'd felt in months.
"Jessie!"
The door to the bedroom flew open, and James dashed into the room.
"Oh my God, Jessie! I heard you scream and--Eeeeeeeeeeek!"
Cassidy's hand and wrist were bright red with Jessie's fine wine. To poor James, it must have looked like she'd just finished wripping out her heart.
"You!" he gasped. "You--you monster! What have you done to her? You're not human!" He glanced at Jessie, then back to Cassidy, and then he did a double take. "Jessie, you...Don't tell me, you and Cassidy..." The truth of what he was witnessing dawned on him, and his face turned bright red. "Excuse me," he mumbled before dashing out the door.
Jessie sighed and sat up. "He went to all that trouble, and now my cramps are gone. Well, I guess we can eat now. You want some sardines or ravioli?" she asked Cassidy.
Cassidy shrugged. "I might as well. I'd like to have some sustenance before I clear out of here. What about James?"
"Don't worry," Jessie assured him. "I'll make sure he doesn't tell anyone."
"No, that's not what I meant," said Cassidy. "I mean, is he going to be all right?"
"Oh, it's fine. It's not like it's the first time one of us has walked in on the other doing something private. We have no shame."
Once James got over his initial shock, he was fine, just like Jessie said.
"This calls for something special," he announced. "I say we break out the gin! Martinis all around!"
"James makes excellent martinis," Jessie explained. "We only drink them on special occasions, but I guess our reconciliation counts as a big event."
"Who said anything about reconciling?" Cassidy teased.
But the mood was light that evening. And when it became clear Meowth wouldn't be coming home that night, Jessie and James invited Cassidy to stay over. She accepted.
As Jessie was falling asleep, Cassidy nudged her. "What is it?" she mumbled sleepily.
"I just wanted to warn you not to let your guard down," Cassidy whispered. "We have to keep up appearances of still being enemies, after all. It just wouldn't look right if I suddenly became your friend after all this time."
Jessie grinned. "Well, we're still bad guys, after all. We don't make friends that easily."
Who knew what would come of their passionate evening together? All that mattered to Jessie was that right now, she was snuggled between two people who meant a lot to her. Even if one of them was her rival.
***Three Weeks Later***
With Meowth on another date with Raticate, and Jessie out doing the shopping this time, James finally had an evening to himself. He loved his teammates, but sometimes it was nice to just settle down with a good book and maybe a wank later.
He was just getting comfortable when there was a knock on the door. He sighed and got to his feet. Maybe Jessie had forgotten the key again. Who else could it be?
But when he opened the door, it was Butch who stood in front of him.
"Could you let me in?" he asked. "Cassidy and I got separated, and it's too cold and wet for me to go looking for her right now."
James thought a moment, then shrugged. "I guess it's all right. And if you need to take a hot bath, go right ahead. But I'm afraid I haven't got anything for you to wear."
THE END
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