Wedgie Weariness (Sora and Clair)

Both girls seemed to be getting pretty excited right now, having stolen each otherâ€s stretchy panties and teased each other. Claireâ€s heart was thumping harder and harder every second, and she felt a burning urge to just grab Sora, tear her clothes off once again, and do it with her right here. But she knew that they needed someplace more private, and so she resisted the urge, contenting herself with locking arms with the other girl and slipping her hand into hers, squeezing it tightly. She smiled when Sora suggested they get going. “Yeah, sounds good,” Claire agreed, following her former opponent out of the changing room. “Iâ€m excited to see your place!”

Holding tightly onto Claireâ€s hand as the two girls walked along side by side, out of the AFW complex and into the city streets, Sora leant her head to the side, resting it against Claireâ€s shoulder lovingly. “Itâ€s a nice little place...although, emphasis on the little. I got it for a good price considering the location...and itâ€s close enough to AFW so that I donâ€t need to go out and get a car, which helps save money...” Sora would say as they strolled along. The streets werenâ€t too busy tonight, and not too many people gave the affectionate girls more than a second look. Lucky itâ€s not too cold out...or windy... Sora thought to herself with a smirk as they crossed over a street. Coming up to a large apartment complex, Sora lead Claire up to the main door, keying in a passcode on an electronic lock and opening it for her.

“Sadly, the elevatorâ€s still bust at the moment, so weâ€ll have to take the stairs...” Sora would say as she lead Claire to the concrete fire escape staircase. With a flirty grin on her face, Sora would scamper a stair or two ahead of Claire, knowing that the girl would get a teasing angle at Soraâ€s legs, and slightly up her dress. Her own breath quickened as she skipped up the stairs, leading Claire to the third level before entering into a small hallway, painted in an unattractive salmon pink colour.

Leading Claire to the end of the hallway, to a room with a number “32” on it, Sora would rustle through her bag for her keys before opening the door. Opening it inwards, Sora would step aside. “After you hun” Sora would say, giving Claireâ€s butt a quick squeeze while giggling as the other girl stepped past her.

Claire sighed contentedly as Sora leaned against her shoulder. The American schoolgirl would bring her hand up to run it lovingly through the other black-haired girlâ€s luscious locks. She would say little as she allowed her former opponent to lead the way, as they walked through the warm, quiet Tokyo night down the street to Soraâ€s little apartment.

It was not until the two girls began climbing the stairs that Claire would say anything more than a word or two, as she peered upwards, getting tantalizing glimpses of Soraâ€s thighs as she made her way up to the next floor. “Oh, gosh,” Claire whispered, leaning low to try to see further up the other girlâ€s dress. “A room with a view,” she observed, chuckling a little at her own joke. Once they got up to Soraâ€s room, Claire would try to compose herself again, even though her heart threatened to leap out of her chest with excitement. The little pinch on her bottom only made her even more desperate for things to progress quickly once they got inside.

Leading Claire inside, the school girl would get to see what Sora meant by small. The front door led straight in a kitchen and living area which composed the main part of the apartment. Off to the right was a small hallway that led to the bathroom and bedroom. The place itself wasnâ€t particularly spectacular; it was painted a fairly bland white colour, with a few paintings and pictures hanging off the walls. It was a bit messy with a number of books, DVD cases, blankets, pillows all strewn around the place, and a number of dishes piled up in the sink, but nothing was overly dirty , just more the signs of a very busy person living there.

As Sora stepped through the door and closed it behind her, she would turn around to face Claire. Seductively, with her hips swaying, Sora would wrap her arms around Claireâ€s waist and pull the other girl close. “So....now weâ€re here, hmm? What do you want to do to me hun?” she would whisper in a low, lust filled voice. Now they were here, Sora could let go of all the restraint she had shown earlier, and she had a feeling Claire would too...

Claire took a few seconds to take in Soraâ€s apartment. It was a very normal-looking apartment, really, and that sense of hominess put the kawaii girl very much at ease. She felt comfortable here, without a doubt, and she knew that she would be able to do all sorts of things to Sora in a safe place like this. It was a perfect setting for the next chapter in their little saga.

She cooed softly as Sora wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling Claire tightly against her. Claire leaned her head back against the other girlâ€s shoulder and sighed, relaxing in the other girlâ€s arms. She looked up at Sora and smiled. “I want us to go crazy all over each other,” she said, being rather blunt about her desires. “Iâ€ll tell you…I havenâ€t been with anyone for a while, but Iâ€ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. How about we get undressed, and tell each other what turns us on…oh, and do you have anything to, uh, to drink? Champagne, or wine, maybe?” She smirked. "We should get comfortable, and settle in for a long night."

“Mmm...” Sora would hum out as Claire snuggled right up against her. “Sounds like a good start...” sheâ€d say with a smirk at Claireâ€s intentions. It was clear how turned on the other girl was...which was good really, because Sora was feeling exactly the same. There was just this small block of civility that stopped her from just going crazy and trying to tear Claireâ€s clothes from her body. But, she wanted to make Claire crack. She wanted Claire to be the one pawing at her dress, desperate for her.

“Well, just having you here makes me happy...I should be the one pleasing you, you know. You did win tonight after all...” Sora would say as she broke the embrace to stray over to the fridge. Leaning up to a nearby cubard, she pulled out two wine glasses before opening the fridge. Leaning over, once again trying to tease Claire with her skirt rising up her legs, Sora would pull out a new bottle of white wine. Pouring some into two glasses, she returned over to Claire, handing one to her. “To us” sheâ€d propose as she held the glass up, smiling.

Slowly, the fact that Sora was subtly toying with her in a very layered, nuanced way was beginning to dawn on Claire. It wasnâ€t just flirtatious, the way she was offering delicious glimpses of her thighs, and her tight little ass—she wanted Claire to jump on her. Claire blushed when she realized the game that Sora was playing. Then she smiled. Sora was certainly a devilish one, and Claire thought she was lucky to be back at her apartment, about to do all sorts of dirty, naughty things with her.

But Claire thought that she might play a little game of her own. If Sora was going to try to coerce Claire into being the aggressor, as it were, Claire would toy with Sora right back. They would just see who cracked first—who would be the one tearing off whoâ€s clothes. Claire chuckled softly as Sora handed her the wine glass and offered a toast.

“To us,” Claire agreed, before drinking.

It was then that she would initiate the first phase of her new plan to get Sora to jump on her first. After drinking about half of the glass, Claire would tip it just a little too far, and a small stream of wine ran down her neck and doused the top half of her shirt. “A-ah!” Claire gasped, as if it had been an accident. She rubbed at her now-wet shirt, and, slowly, her nipples would grow erect, poking proudly through the thin material of her shirt. She was glad she hadnâ€t worn a bra.

As Sora began sipping away at her wine, she looked up to see Claire proceed to pour some of it straight down her white shirt, across her chest. Lowering her cup giggling, Sora would raise her eyebrows at Claire. “You klutz...” sheâ€d mock as she looked down, catching Claireâ€s nipples pocking through her now almost see through shirt. “What am I going to do with you...” she said as she found herself drawing closer to Claire.

Taking the cup out of Claireâ€s hand, Sora would finish the mouthful of wine that was left in it, looking back up at Claire with a teasing grin. “Youâ€re move hun, what now?” sheâ€d ask as she turned around to put Claireâ€s glass back on the bench, wondering what the school girl was planning on doing, and if her teasing was getting to her.

Claire pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, trying to look her most sexy and most seductive. “You just drank my wine,” she huffed, as if she was very hurt and very shocked that Sora would have the audacity to consume alcohol that had actually belonged to her. Claire took a couple steps towards the center of the room, looking around at the nice little apartment that Sora had. She looked down at the satchel that she had brought in, that contained all of her things. It was her move, huh? She would make this move count.

“Ugh,” she began. “These boxers are sort of annoying…” In one swift, smooth motion, Claire would slide out of the boys†underwear and toss it into her bag. She would then bend over, giving Sora a tantalizing glimpse at her rear, before pulling the girlâ€s stretchy pink panties out of the bag. “These should do nicely,” she said, before stepping into them and sliding them very, very slowly up her legs, until the panties which just half an hour before had hugged Soraâ€s hips were now hugging Claireâ€s beneath her skirt.

“Mm,” she moaned, biting her lip. “Theyâ€re still warm.” She winked. She was going to win this battle of seduction and get Sora to crack and jump on her, for sure. “Your move, love.”

Sora smirked as Claire pouted in response to her snatching up her wine. Claire looked even more cute when she pouted like that, and Sora would just observe her as she walked into the room. She wasnâ€t too shocked as Claire began removing the boxers from underneath her skirt. Sheâ€d expected her to do something teasing like that, but Sora did tilt her head to get a better glimpse of Claireâ€s rear end as the girl bent over her bag. Such an amazingly cute butt... she thought to herself as she perved.

She hadnâ€t expected what Claire did next though. Pulling Soraâ€s own underwear out of her bag, Sora would watch closely, gasping as Claire pulled them agonizingly slowly up her legs and underneath her skirt. “Ahh...” sheâ€d let out, unable to look away at Claireâ€s sexy form, teasing her with her own clothing. Staring at Claire with her mouth gaping, Claireâ€s little cute moan would almost make her pant, and her comment about their warmth would be the final straw for Sora. She would take two large strides to close the distance between them quickly, one hand moving onto Claireâ€s back while the other strayed down to Claireâ€s butt, pressing the school girl right up against her as she pressed her lips onto Claireâ€s. Moaning in a passionate kiss, Sora would pull away for just a second. “You win hun, Iâ€m all yours, anything you want...” sheâ€d say, leaving the last sentence trailing as she move to trail kisses up and down Claireâ€s neck.