West & Vega: The Untold Jori

Brave New World

The memories came rushing back.

Tori's lips. Her sighs. Groans. Muffled screams.

As my mind and body woke up, my heart pounded with excitement. It was morning. A new day. A new world, really. For weeks now, my life had been in flux. Uncertainty and fear and frustration cast a shadow over everything. But today was different. That dark, uncertain world was gone.

Don't get me wrong. There's beauty in darkness. And there's darkness in beauty. Was there a better explanation for why Tori and I fit together so perfectly?

I couldn't wait any longer. I forced my eyes open. I had to see her.

She was next to me, on her left side. I wondered if she'd moved at all during the night. Her gorgeous eyes were already open and focused right on me. God help me, I blushed under the attention.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

"I don't know. Wasn't keeping track. You're so peaceful when you sleep. I'm not used to seeing you so calm."

"That's not a creepy thing to say at all."

Tori scrunched up her nose at me. "Are you still going to try and torment me all day?"

I feigned thoughtfulness. "Well...not all day." I flashed her a devilish grin. "And I promise, you'll enjoy the kinds of torment I have in mind."

Tori shook and her cheeks turned bright red. I smirked and broke out the movie star voice. "Tori Vega, did you just get a chill?"

"I don't talk like that," she said. A shifty grin crossed her lips. "Is it weird that I'm wondering what you'd sound like, talking in that voice, if I did...this?"

Something shifted under the sheets between us and I felt one of Tori's fingers sliding its way between my legs. Oh my god, she's serious...

I smiled. This girl had a twisty side I'd never seen before. It was going to be such fun exploring that.

"Oh my goodness, whatever are you trying to do to me?" I asked in the voice. I rolled over and let my legs fall open, granting Tori access. I felt like an idiot, but the goofy grin on her face was more than worth a little humiliation. Besides, after last night, I figured I could stand a bit of embarrassment with her.

She ran her fingers up and down my slit. It didn't take long for my breathing to shallow under her touch. The girl had some kind of damn radar; she knew exactly how and where to touch me.

"Oh, my," I gasped, still keeping the voice going. "You're very good at that. Ooohhh my stars."

Tori leaned up on her other arm and kissed my cheek. "You're adorable."

"Tell me something I don't knooowww," I said, almost losing the voice at the end because Tori brushed against my clit.

"Okay," she smiled, leaning down to my ear. "You're about to scream a lot louder."

She disappeared under the sheets, leaving her one hand to roam over my breasts.

"That sounds delightful," I said. "But just what is it you're doing down—oh my goodness gracious, is that your tongue?"

I heard a disembodied giggle rise from under the sheets. It was most definitely Tori's tongue, and it was most definitely slipping its way inside of me. As gifted as she was with her fingers—and let me stress, she was a total savant with them—her tongue was even better. I knew it was on the long side, but it was less the length and more the intuition that had me grabbing a fistful of bed sheet. I've got a few hot spots that drive me a little crazier, and Tori managed to hit two of them purely by instinct. But she was paying attention, too. When she felt me jump or gasp or swear, she'd remember that spot and revisit it.