We Own the Night (Train)

Mercy was on the verge too. She was furiously stabbing herself with her own fingers while her face was mashed by Heather's body grinding down on top of her. When Heather grabbed Mercy's hair, the pink haired girl screeched into Heather's sex and juices came flooding out of her own womanhood, spilling all over the bed.

As Heather came hard, Mercy tried her best to take in the juices but felt herself coughing and sputtering. When Heather finally rolled off of her, Mercy rolled to one side and began to cough. She pressed her fist against her lips and coughed hard, feeling the juices smeared against her face and lining the inside of her mouth. She liked at her lips as she panted and felt the tangy taste of Heather on her.

"Oh... God..." Mercy managed after a long moment of panting. Suddenly her head was pounding and she leaned up up so she was leaning on one arm and turned her head so her sweat matted pink hair was covering her head. She looked through it to try and catch a glimpse of Heather.

She turned her head when she caught a glimpse of the girl and looked down at the pillow. She wasn't sure what was going on but the headache and oncoming nausea, mixed with the alcohol that still made her head swim and the words just fell out of her mouth. She wasn't sure if the tone was angry or bitter or if they were apologetic or sorrowful, they just dripped from her mouth without a second thought.

"I fucked him. I fucked Clyde."

Heather was breathing in and out heavily as she lie there on t he bed, staring up at t he t rain ceiling. She wasn't even sure how long the two have been on this train and how close they were to their destination, but what had just happened was quite the jolt. Heather bit her lip as her pleasure was calming down and she realized all that had just happened.

She would reluctantly look over at Mercy, seeing her catch a glance at her as well, Heather feeling like she just made quite the mistake. The two were quite the normal friends before this, and then this happened. She was quite embarrassed that she let herself do such a thing to Mercy, but in the time with t he heightened emotions it was something that she couldn't really help and she wasn't sure what to say to Mercy at the moment.

However it wasn't her that broke the silence, it was instead Mercy with quite the blunt statement. It took a few seconds for it to register in Heather's head before she would finally sit up, looking over at Mercy. "...You What???" She let out, quite stunned by t he sudden revelation.

Mercy sighed hotly into the cocoon that she had built from her hair. It covered her face and while she sat on the bed on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up into the air, she could feel juices trickle down her thigh. Heather reacted to her words after a long, unusual moment. When it took a moment, Mercy thought Heather hadn't heard her. Her heart began to beat at the thought of having gotten away with what she had said. But when Heather finally spoke up, Mercy felt a shiver run through her body. She couldn't help but smile a little and her head couldn't help but pound a little more as well.

"I did it. I fucked Clyde.' She said as she sat up, and threw her head back, letting her hair swish behind her. She was wearing only her dress shirt, unbuttoned, her tie and her soaked panties which rode partly down her thighs. She turned and looked at Heather, who was similarly dressed. No shirt and crooked panties. Mercy pulled off her glasses which were smeared with Heather's juices and tossed them to the side and looked at Heather. Her body was rigid. She didn't want to say the rest just yet. Instead, she was focused on Heather and what her reaction might be.

Heather stared at Mercy, trying to ignore the fact of how sexy the girl looked in her current state. She watched her throw her hair back, causing her to gulp a bit, watching her toss her glasses away as well. With her repeating those words, it was clear to Heather that she did indeed hear right. Mercy was telling her that she fucked Clyde and Heather really had no idea what to say back to that.

"A....ah....w..well....that..I guess....that makes sense with how much you were agreeing with me earlier." Heather let out, really trying to stop herself from continuously looking up and down Mercy's barely covered body. "I-I mean....y-you didn't do it..wh-when we were together did you?" Heather let out, really not knowing how to take in what she was confessing to her about as she would scratch her head.

Mercy sighed and pressed her hand against her chest. Part of her was relieved at how well Heather seemed to be taking things and yet, part of her was angry. She didn't know what to think and turned her head to look at Heather. Her eyes drooped and her lips pouted as she tried to convey as little emotion as possible. "I dunno." She shrugged her shoulders. "We were both drunk. I didn't even know who he was." She said matter-of-factly. "I just fucked him. He was desperate. I was too... unfortunately." Mercy closed her eyes. "I didn't find out about who he was until later. I never really wanted to know."

"What if I did?" Mercy said raising an eyebrow at Heather. "Would you beat me up?" Mercy shook her head and smiled. "You wouldn't. Since We're friends, I thought I'd clear the air. Since WE just fucked. It's important to get those things out there." Mercy then raised her hand up and brushed aside part of her shirt to expose her chest. She then pressed her finger against her nipple and softly rubbed it. "It doesn't matter. Heatherrr." She said and then smiled goofily as she looked down. "Y-You're such a good friend."

Mercy's other hand came up and she clutched her head. The headache was starting to overpower the alcohol, but Mercy tried to ignore it.

"...I see.." The way Mercy was putting everything was just way too much for Heather. She stated everything so bluntly and so quickly, it was just all coming at Heather out of nowhere as she shook her head. "I..I-I'm sorry" Heather letting out as everything from up till now hit her, all Mercy was saying before this, it all fell into place.

"Ooh my God..Mercy I-I." Heather felt horrible for that match and pieced together what Clyde said afterwards and what Mercy had said earlier. Though Mercy went on with what she was saying, causing Heather to blush deep. "N....n-no I wouldn't beat you up!" Heather let out as she saw Mercy brush aside part of her shirt, Heather staring at her exposed chest as Mercy started to rub her nipple, Heather's face turning a deep red. "A-ah..w-well..thats.."

She noticed the girl clutching her head, trying to turn her vision away from her breast as she looked at her with concern. "W-wait a-are you alright??"

Mercy shook her head when Heather asked her if she was alright. Mercy dropped back down to her hands and knees and looked at Heather, pushing her face close to the girls. "What are you sorry for, Heather!?" Mercy said loudly as she lifted up her hand and pushed it down against Heather's thigh.

Heather watched as she shook her head before she leaned into her, Heather blushing even deeper as their faces were quite close up near eachother, her hand against her thigh. "I-I.." Heather let out, stunned and staring into Mercy's eyes for a few seconds before she could finally muster up her words.

"F-for what I did out there in t he ring..C-clyde told me he was trying to impress a girl a-and..from what you were saying before...I-I'm starting to think he was talking about you a-a-and I went and did what I did out there..Y-you say I'm a good friend, b-but after I did that..I-I'm sorry! Th-that's why I'm sorry!"

"I jerked off to that match!" Mercy said back right as Heather finished. Mercy furrowed her brow. "So... If you had known that Clyde was trying to impress me then what would you have done? Lost the match? NOT fucked his face in front of millions of people?"

Mercy dug her fingers into Heather's thigh. "I think he thought that things could be civil between the two of you but you just wanted to show him up. Humiliate him for... whatever reason." Mercy looked down and stared at Heather's breasts. "Shouldn't I be the one wanting to beat you up for treating him that way?"

Mercy lifted up her free hand and ran her fingers through Heather's hair. Mercy then gave a hard yank to pull Heather's head back and pressed her lips forward into Heather's neck. "I just wanted... to know what it felt like. I fucked him... I wanted to fuck you too. That match, was so hot and...." Mercy panted hotly but she wasn't going to let go of Heather's hair unless she was forced but her tongue a dipped in and out of her mouth and her lips smeared against Heather's neck as she panted hotly. "He's not my boyfriend... or anything..." Mercy said. "He can try and impress me all day long! HMPH!" Mercy opened her lips and began to suckle on Heather's neck affectionately. "I feel so fucked up!" She whined before she really tried to suck on Heather's neck as though she was trying to give the girl a hickie.

"A....Ah.." Heather let out, not knowing how to reply to Mercy's words, blushing quite deeply before she went on. Heather bit her lip, looking down as she wasn't quite sure how to respond to her words.

As she dug her fingers into her thigh though, Heather shuddered out, clenching her fists a bit before Mercy went on. "I..I know..you're right.." Heather let out, unable to really argue with her, not going to do much of anything if Mercy decided that she indeed wanted to do that.

It was then that she felt Mercy's fingers through her hair before that hard yank, causing her to yelp out before feeling Mercy's lips on her neck. She whimpered a bit, shuddering out as Mercy kept her hold on her hair, Heather feeling her tongue against her neck. "A-aah..M-mercy.." Heather let out beofre the girl started suckling on her neck, sending shivers through her as she let out a little moan. "Nh..th-that..d-don't.." Heather let out, weakly pushing at Mercy as she did. "I-Is..that the truth?"