The Dresspheres

“Wacha think of the new dressphere?” Rikku models it, looking at Paine through the thick glasses. “I look like the sweet, virginal, innocent little schoolgirl I once was, don’t I?” She leans against the Celsius, which is parked in the Calm Lands, and wriggles her bare toes in the grass (she shucked her boots off a while ago).

“From the stories I’ve heard,” Paine says lazily, “you were never a ‘sweet, virginal, innocent little schoolgirl.’” She moves in closer, bringing her arm over Rikku’s shoulder to rest on the airship

“What stories have you heard?” Rikku asks, slipping her gloved hands under the straps of Paine’s suspenders.

“Well…” Paine’s gloved hand moves to ghost along the pale line of skin between the bottom of Rikku’s shirt and the top of her skirt, “I heard that your father once gave a guy a black eye because you and said boy were getting frisky in the garage.”

“Lies, all lies,” Rikku says, grinning anyway. “He was helping me prepare for a test.” She squirms, hooking one leg around Paine’s, her bare skin sticky against the leather. “And who says I’m not all innocent now?”

“Well, for starters,” Paine’s other hand makes it’s way up Rikku’s bare leg, under her short skirt, to her backside, “I doubt sweet, virginal, innocent little schoolgirls go about without underwear.” She takes her hand out for a moment to remove her glove, then replaces it under the skirt, moving forward to cup Rikku where she’s warm and wet.

“W-well,” Rikku’s voice gets a bit rough as Paine’s soft, strong fingers stroke and wriggle, “a sweet, virginal, innocent little schoolgirl wouldn’t expect anyone to be reaching under her skirt so she wouldn’t see a need for underwear so I wouldn’t need to wear it because nobody would be seeing that so ha and oh vilg do that again…” Rikku’s hips jerk as Paine’s knuckle bumps against something sensitive.

“I doubt sweet, virginal, innocent little schoolgirls swear like that either,” Paine points out, pressing with her thumb and sliding two fingers in where Rikku is the wettest.

“W-well, you’ve kinda seen to it about the whole virginal thing, I think,” Rikku pants, rocking her hips harder. She kinda wishes she wasn’t wearing the glasses, but that would involve taking her hands off of Paine’s suspenders, and at the moment they’re the only thing keeping her from falling over.

Paine raises an eyebrow, working her fingers faster. She can feel Rikku trembling around her. “I think a sweet, virginal, innocent little schoolgirl would also wear a bra,” She points out, bringing one hand down to cup one of Rikku’s small breasts and thumb the nipple.

Rikku whines and twitches her hips. “I don’t actually need one,” She points out, tugging on Paine’s suspenders in time with each thrust of Paine’s fingers and her own hips.

“Just keep telling yourself that.” Paine sounds like she’s discussing the weather, not bringing her… whatever the hell Rikku is to her to orgasm.

Rikku rolls her eyes. “Why are you such a tight ass?” She asks, then pulls Paine closer and kisses her, mainly to muffle her yowl as she comes.

Paine withdraws her fingers and licks them, letting go of Rikku’s breast as well. “I like this dressphere,” She says, helping Rikku straighten her skirt out.

“I never would’ve guessed,” Rikku teases, standing on tiptoe to kiss Paine. “C’mon, lets get in before it gets dark.”