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It was sort of an alley and sort of a path, but mostly it was just a neglected gap between the backs of two school buildings. It was dusty, overgrown with all sorts of weeds, and exactly the kind of place a couple of girls might squeeze into if they needed some privacy.
Juliette's back was up against a wall, pressed firmly into place by Calliope. Perhaps the feeling of the rough, crumbling brick against her back would've made a sharp contrast to Cal's soft, warm body, if only Jules was in any kind of headspace to actually notice the brick wall behind her.
Cal's lips were against her own, demanding and hungry. Jules kissed her back as best she could. But even as her lips met Cal's over and over again, even as their tongues brushed against one another, Jules couldn't find it in herself to surrender to her feelings completely. If she got too caught up in the softness of Cal's lips or the heat of her body, she would, sooner or later, reach for the taste of her blood. As they kissed, Jules had to keep reminding herself that lips and tongue were fine, but fangs were not.
Better to let Cal take charge, then. Or at least easier.
Cal's strong hands roamed across Jules' body, which was inconveniently clothed. And just because they happened to be outside in the middle of the day. Which somehow didn't feel like a good enough excuse right now.
But even so, even through the thick layer of her sweater, Cal's roaming hands left trails of fire smouldering just beneath Jules' skin. Every time Cal touched her, Jules could feel her excitement growing. And Cal was touching her all the time.
As the heat rose through her body, spread out through every one of her limbs, Jules felt herself beginning to... stir.
"Aw, dammit," Jules muttered, pushing Cal away from her just for enough to create a gap between their bodies.
"Something up?" Cal asked.
"You could say so," Jules grumbled.
Jules looked down. So did Cal. The front of Jules' blue-and-white skirt bulged noticeably.
"Oh, that," Cal remarked.
Jules tried to pull her skirt down, smooth it back into place. But it was no use. There was no hiding her erection. And the more she tried, the more painfully aware she became her stiffening dick was trapped inside her panties.
"Hey, it's fine," Cal purred, stepping closer so that her lips brushed lightly against Jules'.
"Is it?" Jules pleaded.
"C'mon, you know I don't care you're trans," Cal said.
"Yeah, but, it's just, it's such a..."
Jules suddenly found herself pressed against the brick wall, all of Cal's body pushing hard against her own. It felt as though from the shoulders down, there's wasn't an inch of space between their bodies anywhere. Which meant that Jules could feel Cal's abs pressing against her erection.
One of Cal's hands slipped down the sides of Jules' body, briefly came to rest on her bare thigh, then slid up and under Jules' skirt.
Jules gasped, lust flooding her body, as she felt the palm of Cal's hand press against her cock.
"Do you like this?" Cal asked.
Jules squirmed as Cal's hand slowly moved up and down her erection, her fingertips occasionally curling down to caress her panty-clad balls. The slow, careful friction was enough to make her lust grow by leaps and bounds. Enough, even, to briefly almost drown her bloodlust.
"Mm-mmm," Jules replied through clenched teeth.
"Want me to keep going?"
Above Cal's wicked smile, her eyes were completely earnest. Jules nodded mutely.
Cal slipped Jules' panties down from under skirt until they were somewhere below her knees. Part of Jules wanted to take the flimsy garment off entirely and throw it away into the weeds somewhere. Which was a really stupid idea, but... well... also a really tempting one right now.
Cal's dark fingers wrapped themselves around Jules' pale shaft. She squeezed tightly, sending a shudder of pleasure through the vampire's body.
"Oh, God..." Jules breathed.
"You tell me the moment you get uncomfortable, right?" Cal said.
"Mm-mmm," Jules agreed. "But I don't... think that's... gonna happen."
"Good."
Cal's hand began moving up and down in long, slow strokes. Each one was enough to send another shiver of lust through Jules' body. And Cal just kept going and going, up and down, and up and down, all along the length of Jules' despised shaft.
Juliette had had some very complicated feelings about her dick. She'd used to hate it, seeing it as a kind of symbol of everything that had been wrong with her body. But ever since she'd started transitioning and her body had started lining up with what it should have been all along, that hatred had kind of melted away into indifference. It wasn't a symbol of anything any more. It was just a dick. And, as such, a lot less troubling to her than, say, her fangs.
But now that her cock was wrapped firmly in Cal's warm hand, that indifference was also beginning to fade. Instead, each slow up-and-down stroke made her hard dick feel less like something she happened to have and more like something she should have.
Of course, that was probably the erotic pleasure talking. Maybe she'd feel different again once the lustful fire Cal was deliberately stoking within her body had died down again. Maybe not.
Jules moaned, deep and heartfelt, when she felt Cal speed up and she started seriously jacking her cock. She stumbled forward, leaned against Cal's inviting body, as she felt the strength in her legs drain away. As though her body needed all of its energy just to experience the pleasure Cal stroked into her.
"Not so loud," Cal hissed.
Jules nodded mutely, lips apart, chest heaving with her thick, deep breath. She'd heard Cal's words, sure, but they didn't stand a chance against Cal's hand jerking her off. She moaned again as pleasure roared through her.
Cal kissed her hard, mouth against mouth. In her lust-addled state, Jules could do little but accept, moaning lustfully into Cal's mouth as she did so. She felt Cal's tongue press against her lips and parted them to let her inside. The moment Cal's tongue slipped into her mouth, it ran once across Jules' upper teeth. Just in case.
Jules clung desperately to Cal's body, as though she was the only thing that still existed. The actual world was a barely relevant fact, her own body was a burning ball of raging lust. Only Cal was still real. Cal, with her soft, insistent lips and nimble tongue. Cal, with her strong hands and gentle fingers.
Jules bucked against Cal, primal urges thrusting her hips against her. She wanted more from Cal. She always wanted more from Cal. But for once it wasn't Cal's blood her body yearned for.
Pleasure ran rampant in Jules' body. Not a single part of it didn't feel as though it was burning gloriously. All just because of Cal's fingers wrapped around her shaft, moving up and down as fast as they could.
But Jules could feel something else as well, building beneath the base of her rock-hard cock. A solid ball of pleasure formed there, waiting to burst into ecstatic bliss. With every stroke of Cal's hand, Jules could feel the pressure build up until it seemed impossible to contain even with all the vampiric strength she could muster.
"Cal..." Jules whined into her girlfriend's mouth. "Close..."
"Gonna cum, baby?" Cal replied, her breath laden with excitement.
Jules whimpered quietly and nodded.
"Do it," Cal insisted. "Do it."
Jules' loud moans of pleasure where quickly smothered by Cal's lips. She moaned into her girlfriend's mouth while her climaxing cock shuddered in Cal's hand, sending rope after rope of her whitish seed into the weeds.
The orgasm exploded through Jules' body, erotic bliss running roughshod over every other emotion she might possibly feel. The pleasure overwhelmed her, until she was nothing but pleasure. But that couldn't be true, because even through the climactic storm she still felt Cal's body, and her lips, and her hand.
Her hand, which kept jerking her twitching cock as she kept cumming. Cal seemed determined to jack every last drop of semen out of her hard, pleasured shaft. And it seemed to Jules that with every stroke, Cal somehow managed to make her orgasm even harder.
Jules had no idea how long she came. Time had no meaning in the face of pleasure Cal gave her. But her orgasm did, eventually, fade. Her body shuddered with delightfully erotic aftershocks, the flood of her seed slowly receding until it dried up entirely. Only once Jules' cock started softening did Cal let go of her shrinking shaft.
Jules sank down until she sat in the dirt and weeds. She was exhausted and ever so satisfied. She was aware there was a grin on her face, aware that it must look extremely goofy, and she just didn't care right now.
Cal sat down next to her, a wolfish grin on her face.
"Well, well, look at the mess you made."
Jules turned to look at her girlfriend. Cal held up her hand, her dark skin coated with Jules' whitish cum.
"Uh... sorry?" Jules said. She wasn't really sure what to say and was, in any case, definitely not thinking very straight in the post-orgasmic glow.
Cal smiled, her lips parted, and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked the ooze covering the back of her hand. Jules growled at the sight, her flaccid cock twitching as though it was about go erect all over again.
"So, how do you feel?" Cal asked casually, as though she wasn't in the middle of lapping up Jules' semen from her hand.
"Amazing," Jules said. "That was... I mean... I'm great."
"Yeah? Not awkward or anything?" Cal asked.
"Nope," Jules said. "I'm... I'm all good."
Cal smiled. "That's what I like to hear," she said.