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“Okay, okay, stop!”
You pushed Sydney and Kylar apart, a deep frown tugging at your lips. “That was terrible,” You complained. “You look more like enemies than star-crossed lovers. Taylor and Cass are supposed to have more chemistry than that…”
“S-Sorry, PC,” Kylar said apologetically, eyes darting between your face and the floor. “I-I can try harder, it’s just…” Gaze turning to Sydney, his face immediately twisted into a grimace. “Do I have to?”
“Yes!” Sydney spoke up, sharing your frown. “We both need to do well in this play— That’s why you signed up, isn’t it? The teachers are entrusting us with this.”
“Uh,” Kylar said, glancing at you for a moment. “Y-Yeah…”
“Then we need to play our parts correctly! Come on.” Sydney got in position, arms held out in front of him in faux-desperation, and began rehearsing his lines. Begrudgingly, Kylar could do nothing else but follow along. However, over time, both of them started to slip up again, especially as the scenes started calling for more affectionate gestures.
“Oh, Cass, how I…” Sydney’s smile was stretched thin and fake. “Adore you.”
“And how I…” Adore you in kind. Kylar’s face scrunched up. “I-I c-can’t say this. S-Stop looking at me like that,” He glared at Sydney, stepping back and tucking his hand into his pocket.
Sydney, for his part, appeared disappointed more than anything. There was a faded sadness on his face, as well, but it quickly cleared up as he cleared his throat and repeated his line.
You looked at Kylar meaningfully, and he sighed heavily. “I a-a-adore y-you in kind,” He forced the words out between his teeth, practically hissing.
“Great!” You clapped your hands together. “See how much better things are when you work together?”
“S-So I did a good job?” Kylar asked, head whipping towards you. “B-Better than him, right?” He gestured to Sydney.
“Well,” You started, eyes drifting over to Sydney. “I- Wouldn’t really go that far. You both did good.”
Kylar frowned. Sydney frowned, too. You sighed deeply— You could never win with these two, could you?
“Anyways, there’s one more scene we have to practice,” you said, flipping open your copy of the script to one of the last few pages. “The kiss at the end.”
“H-Huh? Y-Y-You’re gonna k-kiss me?” Kylar asked.
“No she’s not,” Sydney crossed his arms. “It’s the big finale of Cass and Taylor’s romance. The two lovers share a triumphant kiss…” He froze as it hit him, face quickly turning pale. “Oh… Goodness. Me and Kylar?!”
Kylar turned white as a sheet, sweat beading on his skin. He reached over and tugged at your sleeve. “I-I’m not doing that,” he muttered beneath his breath, nearly unintelligible. “M-My lips are for you alone… I can’t kiss someone else… A-And especially not him.”
“I-I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Sydney covered his face as his cheeks flared into a rosy red.
“C’mon,” You said. “It’s just a dumb stage kiss for the audience. It doesn’t count.” Probably. “This is exactly why you should practice it.”
“F-Fine!” Sydney said, reaching over and dragging Kylar away from you by the hood of his pullover. “Let’s… Let’s just get it over with! Cass! Kiss me!”
And so, the two of them leaned forward… And kissed the air several inches from each other’s faces. You looked on in disappointment as both of them stepped back, shoulders slumped in relief.
“S-So how did we do, PC?” Kylar turned to you hopefully. His face fell as he saw your expression.
“That was lame,” You said bluntly. “The audience won’t like it at all.”
“B-B-But! Sometimes the actor’s integrity is more important, right?” Sydney suggested. To this, Kylar rapidly nodded his head. The two seemed to be in total agreement, for once.
“I guess… But if you care about ‘the teachers entrusting us,’ Syd, then we’ve got a lot of work to do,” You sighed. “Cass and Taylor are supposed to have… Chemistry.”
“Ch-Chemistry?” Kylar said suspiciously.
“Yeah, but just watching you guys is making me uncomfortable.”
Suddenly, it dawned on you. If Sydney and Kylar’s discomfort with each other was the problem, then there was a quick way to fix that, wasn’t there?
You looked around you— Earlier there’d been other students practicing in the classroom, but now it was just you three. Perfect.
“Actually, I have an idea…” You started, a small smirk pulling at your lips. “You two trust me, right?”
“O-Of course!” Kylar squeaked out. Sydney quickly nodded behind him. “Wh-What are you thinking…?”
“Well, first…” You pulled out a chair from behind a desk, gesturing to Sydney. “Sit down.” He hesitated, but you gently yet firmly pushed him down onto it. Then, you turned to Kylar, hands reaching for his neck— His breathing sped up the closer your fingers got to his skin, only for you to quickly slip his tie off from his school shirt and step away. He wore a dejected expression that rapidly took a turn for bewilderment as you efficiently wrapped the tie around Sydney’s head, blocking his vision with the black fabric.
“Wh—” Sydney started. “What are you doing? This is…”
“It’s just a trust exercise, Syd,” You said. “And you trust me, right?”
He swallowed and nodded slowly. Taking that as your cue, you got down on your knees before him and nudged his legs apart. Kylar stood still in something like shock as you placed your hands on Sydney’s thighs and pressed your face forward, leaning into his groin.
Sydney’s breath hitched, “PC, wh-what are you—?” He squeaked as you traced a line down the front seam of his pants. However, as soon as you started teasing the zipper down, a hand reached out to stop you— Gripping your arm painfully tight.
You barely managed to hold back your smirk—Got him—as you turned to Kylar, innocently fluttering your lashes. “Hm?”
And oh— He was furious. His green eyes were wide and shaky, sweat dripping from his nose as a heat rose to his face. Brows furrowed in anger, he tugged at your arm, attempting to squirrel it away from between Sydney’s legs. Tilting your head, you simply rested your elbow on his knee instead. You were in good enough shape that Kylar wouldn’t be able to tear you away that easily.
“P-P-PC…” Kylar whispered, trembling in his envy and anger. “Y-You don’t wanna do that to him— He doesn’t deserve that… Not from you…”
You chuckled sweetly and pushed your palm up Sydney’s leg almost to his hip, pressing down against the tender skin beneath his pants. You could see his back straighten at the motion, tiny breaths escaping his mouth quick and harrowed. “Why not?” You asked. “It’s important that we all trust each other, right?”
Kylar’s teeth worried at his quivering lip. “N-No… I mean… I guess, y-yeah, but,” His right hand attempted to jerk your’s away from Sydney’s hip while his left balled up into a fist at his side. “B-But you’re mine. A-And if you d-don’t understand that, I can…” His hand made for the knife you knew was in his pocket. “I-I’ll show you.”
“Hmmm…” You began, pulling your hands away from Sydney’s open legs to take Kylar’s hands in yours, preventing him from actually grabbing his knife. “Well, if you’re so adamant that I don’t do this, then you can just take my place.”
Kylar went rigid. “Wha?”
In a fluid motion, you stood up and used your clasped hands as leverage to spin you and Kylar around, swapping your positions. You pushed him forward and his knees buckled under him as he fell to the floor between Sydney’s legs.
“U-Um,” Sydney said, “I-I don’t quite understand wh-what’s going on, but this is a bit…”
“Calm down, Syd,” You said, leaning over to brush his loose strawberry blonde hair behind him. Your hands gently massaged his shoulders for a moment as you leaned close to his ear. “You told me you’d trust me.” His face was a ripe pink as you pulled away and turned your attention to Kylar, who sat paralyzed in front of Sydney.
“Ky,” You whispered to him. He squeaked and went ramrod-straight, huge eyes turning to meet your gaze. “If you really love me, then you should be able to show me just how much you want me. And if you do a good job…” You lifted your skirt by its hem for half a second, flashing your panties, and winked. “Maybe there’ll be a reward in store.”
He whimpered and nodded weakly. With all the dread of a soldier going to war, he slowly reached for Sydney’s zipper, pulling it loose so that he could tug his pants down, mouth opening slightly at the sight of Sydney’s chastity belt.
“Th-This is… PC…” Sydney fretted as he sunk back into his chair. Despite his apparent reluctance, he made no move to stop what was happening. Meanwhile, Kylar appeared to be steeling his nerves, squeezing his eyes shut and taking deep breaths. You flicked him on the forehead and he flinched, eyes peering open to see you looking between him and Sydney pointedly. He sighed beneath his breath and raised his hand to between Sydney’s legs, thumbing at his tender penis through his chastity belt.
Sydney inhaled sharply, and Kylar glanced up. His face pulled into a grimace as he pressed a palm against Sydney's groin, cold metal pushing up against Sydney’s cock beneath the belt. Sydney whined softly. “PC… Th-This is so sinful…” He said, worrisome. You shushed him as Kylar continued his ministrations.
Kylar’s expression had calmed into something more neutral than disgusted, an analytical glint in his gaze as he measured your reactions— Your’s, not Sydney’s. Sydney might as well have been a mannequin with the amount of attention Kylar was really paying to him. Your pleased expression seemed to egg Kylar on as he leaned forward to run his tongue along Sydney’s chastity belt. Sydney jerked in his chair, and you leaned forward to pin him down into it. “P-PC?” He asked, uneasy. “Y-You… It can’t be you touching me in so many places… K-Kylar, stop pinning me down.”
“Poor Syd,” You teased gently, nipping his ear with your teeth. You watched as Kylar kissed the tip of Sydney’s chastity belt and his hips pushed the belt against Kylar’s mouth.
Sydney whimpered as you reached for the makeshift blindfold and loosened it, letting it drop to Sydney’s neck and revealing Kylar’s lips teasing at his cock through the belt. He paled, immediately trying to wrench himself out of the chair, but was unable to escape your iron grip— He might’ve been taller than you, but you were stronger.
“Kylar’s been making you feel good for me,” You explained to Sydney, leaning closer so that you could play with hair. He shivered as you twirled strawberry blond locks around your finger. “Bonding like this will really help your chemistry in the play. Kissing will be easy.”
Kylar dragged his tongue against spit-slick metal. Sydney exhaled heavily at the stimulation. “PC…” Kylar grumbled, pulling away to tease Sydney with his hand. His expression darkened as he frowned up at the two of you.
You giggled, pulling away from Sydney to card your fingers through Kylar’s hair instead. He leaned into your touch, practically purring as his hand went slack against Sydney’s chastity belt. “Kylar,” You chided quietly, and he quickly resumed, still not particularly pleased, but used to it at this point. Sydney, too, seemed resigned. As Kylar leaned forward to press another kiss to the belt, Sydney sighed. “Feels… Good,” He mumbled. Kylar glanced up at Sydney’s words, mouth falling open for a moment before he got back to work. You watched smugly, still petting Kylar’s hair.
Another utterance from Sydney, and you noticed it— Kylar’s trousers were tented, indicating his arousal. “Kylar,” You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his hair. Sydney pouted a little. “Do you want your reward now?”
His gaze shot up to your’s as he nodded. “Yes! Y-Yes, I wanna f-feel good, PC. Y-You’ll make me feel good, r-right?”
“Uh huh!” You said, shuffling over to Sydney and gently pulling him out of the chair, twisting beneath him and flipping your skirt up. As you pulled him back onto your lap, his thighs squeezed together in front of your soaked panties.
“P-PC!” Sydney protested. “Th-This position is so lewd…” He squirmed, rubbing his thighs together, but you simply wrapped your arms around his waist, locking him close to you.
Kylar scowled as he stood up from the ground. “Th-This isn’t right, this isn’t what I w-wanted,” He murmured darkly even as his hand snaked down between his legs to palm his growing erection.
“It’s okay, Ky,” You said flirtatiously, displacing your panties to the side and showing off your swollen cunt. “You can still fuck my pussy. I’m right here.”
And that was all it took, really.
Kylar practically launched himself at the two of you as you yanked Sydney’s pants further down, letting them pool at his feet. Kylar leaned past Sydney’s face to kiss at your’s as he shoved his hand in his pants, working himself up beneath the fabric. Sydney’s face was flushed with embarrassment and arousal, unable to do anything other than watch as Kylar freed his erect penis from his briefs and slotted them in between Sydney’s thighs.
“Y-You should wear a condom,” Sydney said weakly as Kylar’s cock pushed between his thighs to tease at the lips of your pussy. “I-It’s more respectful.”
“No,” Kylar grunted, sweat beading at his forehead as the swollen head of his penis rubbed against your pussy. “E-Even if I h-have to do it like this, I-I’m gonna get you pregnant! We’re gonna m-make so many babies…”
“Huh?!” Sydney squawked as Kylar’s tip pushed into you, breaching your dripping cunt. It stung a little due to his size. Kylar’s cock brushed against Sydney’s chastity belt as he thrusted past his thighs. At the same time, Kylar started unbuttoning your school shirt with his hand. You helped him out, displacing your bra so he could grab at your chest.
“P-PC…” Sydney murmured as Kylar thrusted against Sydney’s chastity belt, vaginal fluid and precum beginning to coat and lubricate his thighs, allowing for Kylar’s penis to easily slide through them and push into your pussy as far as he could manage. Grinning, your fingers danced down from your grip on Sydney’s waist to beneath him. You ran your finger down the metal line of his chastity belt before you reached your mark: his tender hole. He whimpered as you teased at his rim.
Kylar whined, “PC… L-Look at me.” You obliged easily, raising your head to meet his gaze. He smiled widely and clumsily leaned in for a kiss. As your lips met and Kylar’s cockhead briefly slipped out of you, you dipped your fingers into your pussy to coat them with lewd fluid. Then, you slipped a finger into Sydney’s inviting hole. He yelped at the intrusion.
Kylar forced his tongue past your lips and licked inside your mouth as you pumped your finger inside of Sydney, stretching him so that you could slide a second digit in and scissor his hole. Sydney moaned as you crooked your fingers. “There?” You smirked against Kylar’s lips and continued to attack his prostate.
Kylar’s breaths came out faster as he kept pumping his penis in between Sydney’s soft thighs. “P-PC…” He sniveled, turning his head to press his mouth against your cheek. “‘M close…”
You raised your left hand to gently pat Kylar on the head, smiling as his thrusts sped up and his cock repeatedly breached your entrance. You continued to massage Sydney’s insides as he cried out, pushing down onto your hand and grinding his chastity belt onto Kylar’s shaft. Kylar’s breath hitched into a broken moan as he came, semen splattering on your pussy and all over Sydney’s thighs.
Kylar slipped back, sitting on the floor, closing his eyes and gathering his breath as you continued to pummel Sydney’s insides with your fingers— He’d started to tear up and whine, choked sobs escaping his throat. After a few seconds, Kylar opened his eyes again, facing your tender vagina as his breath quivered. “Y-You still haven’t c-cum yet, PC,” He mumbled, disappointed. “Th-that’s not fair… Let me help.” He pushed Sydney’s cum-coated thighs open so that his face could dive to your pussy. You bit back a moan when his tongue trailed along your folds, licking up his own ejaculate.
“I sh-should make you feel good, too,” Sydney protested weakly, breath catching on every other word as you abused his tender hole. You giggled a little at that, grabbing one of his hands and dragging it down to your pussy. His cheeks burned as he groped at you, fingers finding your clit and stroking it. Your knees jerked as Kylar pressed his tongue inside you, drooling all over your pussy.
You pumped your fingers in and out of Sydney again, and he let out a long whine, back arching as his palm pushed hard against your clit. In a moment of impulse you turned his head with your hand and smashed your lips together, robbing him of his first kiss. He moaned into your mouth.
“M-More…!” Sydney urged as your lips parted, legs hooking around Kylar’s head as the latter’s arms braced on the chair. Kylar grunted as Sydney’s cum-stained thighs locked around him, pulling his mouth off your pussy with a kiss. As he sucked in some air, he did something you weren’t expecting: one of his hands dropped beneath Sydney’s ass as he roughly shoved two more fingers into his aching hole. With a loud gasp, Sydney came, tremors shaking his body as he ejaculated all over Kylar’s dark hair.
Kylar immediately extricated his fingers from Sydney, all his attention on you as he slurped up lewd fluid from your weeping pussy. He pushed Sydney over to give himself more access, Sydney nearly falling out of the chair in the process— You stabilized him with a hand.
“K-Ky…” You breathed out, removing your fingers from Sydney’s hole so you could tug at Kylar’s hair. He mewled at the action, happily licking around your folds. His mouth teased at your entrance before he navigated upwards and pressed his tongue against your clit. He thrusted a finger inside you as he firmly sucked your clit, and you came undone. You clung to Sydney, pussy gushing fluid which Kylar eagerly lapped up.
You felt a bit woozy as you stood from the chair, semen and lewd fluid dripping between your legs as you adjusted your skirt. Sydney’s entire body was flushed red and Kylar was covered in sweat and cum. “Good job, you two,” You commended them, a smug smile on your face. “Let’s try that kissing scene again.”
They were too fucked-out and tired to argue. Kylar climbed onto Sydney’s lap and, this time, their lips meeting looked completely natural.