Rede and Violette 1
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Rede and Violette are two super humans who work together as a team doing heroic things, but underneath of their friendly relationship, Violette knows that Rede has been harboring feelings. Now, it's time for Violette to let her friend know just how much she wants to take a ride with the mercenary, and she's got just the tits to hook her in, but what surprise does Rede hold?
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Violette sits on an old, worn, yet surprisingly comfortable, couch in the garage of her friend Rede, waiting for her to return after a long and challenging race. Violette had been watching via a live feed, and it was a tough one for Rede. Usually, she would have been there to cheer Rede on, but she has a different plan for tonight. Their friendship has grown quite close over the last few months. However, Violette wants something more. The energy of positivity charges around her as she thinks back on all the little signs making it clear that Rede does too.
When she finally does show up, Rede comes in smelling of gas and sweat. She raises an eyebrow, initially surprised to see Violette. Her surprise quickly melts into an exhausted look of fondness for the other woman. “I thought you said you weren’t able to make it tonight.”
Violette licks her lips as Rede shrugs off her leather jacket and tosses it aside. She openly admires her friend’s well-toned biceps and defined abs through her tight shirt. Rede’s completely oblivious, as always. “Well, I did say I had other plans.”
Rede just plops down, half-hearing those words.
“Seems like it took a lot out of you,” Violette says, flashing a little smile over towards Rede.
Leaning back against the ragged cushions, Rede glances over towards Violette, letting her eyes naturally wander. In her tired state, she allows herself to take in the sight of Violette more than usual. She is beautiful, with naturally pronounced curves. She wears a skintight outfit with a low cut top, accentuating her considerable chest. Rede finds it rather difficult to take her eyes off her, even though she is trying to. She doesn’t want to gawk. So, she just responds, “It was not exactly my greatest moment. But, you win some, you lose some.”
“That’s the ticket,” says, sitting there a moment while her smile creeps into a mischievous grin.
“You know, you don’t have to keep pretending like you’re not looking at my tits,” Violette says, looking down at them herself. “I can’t blame you. I haven’t exactly made it easy for you to not look at them, haven’t I?”
Rede freezes, her cheeks going flush. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’-”
Violette laughs, maybe a little too loudly. “Please, I’ve noticed you doing it since we’ve first met. If I really had a problem with it, I wouldn’t keep wearing these kinds of tops around you, now would I?” She emphasizes this by tracing a finger down along her low collar and up along her cleavage.
Violette’s gaze shifts from something playful to something more sensual. She climbs up onto Rede’s lap, straddling her legs while lining up her ample chest with the other woman’s face. “Well, go on. You don’t have to just look.”
Rede stares at that chest she had only dreamed about. Her mouth is slightly agape from the sudden turn in her relationship with Violette. But her hesitation only lasts for a moment, as months of fantasy erupt into reality. She tugs that low-cut top down, exposing Violette’s breasts with a gasp and a bounce.
Rede smirks, adding only “no bra?” before she dives in. She wraps her lips around her friend’s nipple, her tongue flicking at the sensitive area. At the same time, she applies the pressure to her flesh.
Violette gasps, a slight red burning tingles on her face. She weaves her fingers through Rede’s locks, biting her lip and pushing her chest out for the other woman while letting out a low, reverberating moan. She follows, hushed and gasping, “Ah… I told you I didn’t mind you looking. Maybe I even wanted you to.”
Rede pulls back, letting go of the breast with a pop from the suction. She licks her lips, snickering just a little bit. “See? I can make any engine purr.”
The look that Violette gives Rede makes her face turn red as her partner’s. She fumbles her words, looking at those glorious breasts—perfect and round, just for her, at least for now. She rolls her fingers over those mounds, caressing them, lifting them, pressing her lips against the nipples and downwards, kissing in a spiral of dedication and love.
Violette tightens her grip on Rede’s hair, tilting her head back, letting out soft sighs and gasps with intermittent moans. It takes her a little bit to get used to Rede’s ministrations enough to speak again. “Ah, Rede… y… you really thought this t-through, huh?”
“Rede pinches a nipple between her lips, flicking at it with her tongue before pulling back, gracing the flesh with hot breath in a deep sigh. “Every… fucking… night…” she says.
“W… what, really? Oh, wow. I thought you were thirsty, but not that mu..aahh!”
Rede dives back into Violette’s tits, the two of them bouncing along as she flicks and suckles and kisses and caresses. Words drown out as the two sit there, giving Violette’s racing champion such a reward for her hard work. But the whole time, Violette notices how reserved the other woman is, keeping her legs closed, pushing Violette’s lower body away.
“A… ah… Rede…” she pants, her hands moving off Rede’s head and down along to her shoulders. “Y… you may be a tits girl, but… but I’m gonna need… need something more…”
Rede hears her lover’s voice, but the meaning doesn’t register. It’s just the beautiful intonations of pleasure that urge her forwards. This whole time, she tries so desperately just to enjoy this little moment, knowing full well that the reaction she tries to hide from Violette becomes more difficult with each passing moment. A lump forms in her throat, but she fights to ignore that, too. It’s all about the pleasure of the moment, not the awkward questions that might come sooner. She just listens to her breaths—her love.
Violette is listening, too. The vibrations in the air, the heat radiating out of the two of them, the waves that hit her ears--these all work together as part of the symphony of sex, and she plans to use it all.
Violette moves her hand down between Rede’s legs, humming as her fingers trace over a bulge. She pauses, her smile disappearing a moment.
The lump in Rede’s throat only grows larger.
Violette’s smile returns, double in intensity as her fingers trace around that telltale stiffness. “Well, that certainly feels very interesting. I knew you exuded ‘big dick energy,’ but I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so literal.”
Rede swallows her doubt, gives a quirked grin, and says, “I hope that’s okay.”
Violette leans in and presses her lips against the other woman. Their tongues dance together in a directionless, yet passionate, jumble.
When Violette pulls away, rolling her tongue back in, she replies. “More than. It feels like it’s a bit tight and uncomfortable in there, though. Maybe you should get it out for me.”
Violette sits back, resting her hands behind Rede and watching her lover’s pants for the big reveal.
Rede answers immediately, undoing her belt, pushing herself up, and shimmying with a little exertion with the weight of another human on top of her. In time, she has both her pants and her undergarments down beyond her waist.