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 Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 10:25 pm
None of that should have made her unable to look at a girl's naked body, Maebe told herself with a vicious, spiteful thought. Quietly, she heard the calmer voice in her head warn her of an old saying involving flies and honey. She was disgusted, and a little hungry, all at once. "My mom died too, but I was already a big girl by the time it happened." Maebe turned around until her back was to the mirror, and she bent over to get a good look at how easily the dress pantyshotted. "But I don't understand why that stops you from looking at a woman's body, if you have your own. Do you have trouble looking at your own?" She bent further, and her eyes flickered from her own a**, to Pey's face. "Forgive me. I really am just trying to understand."
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 9:42 am
"No." It was said quickly, almost defensively, but tone and features didn't quite match up. She looked puzzled, a little crease between her brows as she tried to figure out why exactly she was uncomfortable around nudity. It wasn't something she'd really thought about before, she'd never had to think about it before. Maebe might have been curious, trying to understand, but Peyton wasn't sure how to explain it when she didn't really understand it herself. After a quiet moment, she took a seat on the edge of the bed, gaze still thoughtfully distant. "I think part of it was that my dad treated nudity the same way. I mean, he's a man, with two teenage daughters. He's not supposed to be comfortable with us that way, not like a mom would." They wouldn't, wouldn't they? Not having a mom, or having anyone else to ask, Peyton was left to speculate. Honestly she wasn't sure. "I don't know," she finally admitted, head giving a small shake as she looked up in time to see Maebe still bending over in front of the mirror. She didn't look away this time from the sight of exposed panties. Clearly the taller girl wasn't flashing on accident. That was the point she was making, right? If she wasn't going for modesty, why look away? Why be bothered by it if she herself was not?
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 4:35 am
"That sounds complicated." Maebe murmured quietly. "Like, therapy complicated. I got sent to therapy for a month. The therapist banged me right on his little bed.. couch.. thing. I really don't think that helped me work out my daddy issues." Maebe said all of this as if it was interesting commentary on a distant life, and not her own. She moved back to her closet, and pulled out a small white garment. It was like a jacket, but made of thin cloth and ending right under her breast line. She slid into the sleeves, and pulled it on, to test how it looked with the dress. "This is a good look. I think." Her eyes finally flickered in the mirror to look at Peyton for the first time in a while. "Right?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 7:47 pm
"Does it?" She had probably needed therapy as a kid. Hell, her entire family probably could have benefited from talking to a professional after her mother had died. Certainly their father had needed it, he'd never quite recovered. She blinked as she listened to Maebe's story, eyes slowly widening as a tiny crease formed between her brows. Thankfully she was saved from having to comment on that by the taller girl asking her opinion on the outfit she had put together. "It looks cute," she said it automatically, without having really taken it in, and was glad it was the truth as she looked towards Maebe and her mirror seconds later. She got to her feet so she could move up next to the other girl, and she gave the jacket a little adjusting tug before smoothing a wrinkle out of the sleeve. "White looks good on you."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 10:58 pm
"Ha." At first, it was just a single chuckle. She stopped viewing herself in the mirror, because each time she thought of it - of what Peyton had just said - she felt a bubble of laughter rise up in her. White looked good on her, Peyton thought. "Ahaha." Just a small laugh, this time. She turned to look at Peyton, and her eyes crinkled slightly at the sides. She should have been making some sarcastic comment about how good she will look in her wedding dress, or how virginal that made her felt, but right now, looking straight into Peyton's eyes, all she could do was laugh. "Hahahahaha." Because she found it very, very funny.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 7:40 pm
Pale eyes narrowed, brows dipped and creased as the other started laughing, and Peyton brought arms up to cross over under her artificially enhanced chest. "What? I said looked good, not looked saintly." Her weight rolled to rest on one leg, the opposite hip popping out. "It compliments your skin tone." She uncrossed her arms to give Maebe's side a firm poke with a fingertip. "Don't be a brat."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 2:25 am
Maebe's chuckles had died as quickly as they'd come, but she was still grinning widely when she bent in to touch noses with Peyton. "But I am a brat." Maebe pointed out, quite truthfully. "I can't be anybody but myself. Would you love me if I was anyone else?" She leaned up and kissed Peyton's nose, before turning back to the mirror and slowly peeling the jacket off. She might have looked good with the color white, but its meaning was not complimentary to her. "Like a virgin," Maebe sung, throaty and seductive, as she performed a strip show with the jacket. "Touched for the very first time."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 9:59 am
Peyton smiled, and it was light and easy. "You are, but you don't always have to act like one." This she pointed out as the kiss was delivered to the tip of her nose, and she gave a small snort of amusement the grew into a full on giggle as the other girl began peeling off the jacket in a salacious manner. "Like a vir-r-r-r-gin," she added, raising up both hands to press over her chest between the mounds of fake breasts. "When your heart beats, next to mine."
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 1:47 am
She hadn't expected the moment to turn into a sing-a-long, but once it did, she breathed it in, ready to take it to the next level. She didn't know all the words of the song, but she knew enough. So she ran to her closet, ripped out a leopard print scarf, and wrapped it around her shoulders like a cape. "I made it throoough the wilderness," She purred out, crouching like a cat. "Somehow I made it throu-ooh-oooh."
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 10:33 am
Peyton grinned, bright and cheerful as Maebe delivered the next line of lyric with enthusiasm and flare. The scarf was a nice touch. it was at this point the smaller of the two girls realized she was still wearing her cami with fake breasts adhered to it, and a bra over top of that. It looked ridiculous, so Peyton slid over to the closet and gave the contents a rather quick peek before drawing out a sun dress that looked more or less her size, and probably would have looked absolutely obscene on Maebe. But that was how she liked it. A quick glance was given to Maebe, seeking either some sign of permission, or at the very least, nothing to indicate she shouldn't be trying on her friend's clothing, and then slipped it on over her head and tugged it into place. As she had been, the dress would have floated around the dainty Sun. Now? It clung to her chest, tapering down into an a-line just below the artificially enhanced swell of her bust. she stared at herself in the mirror, brows raised, then gave a little twirl to make the skirt flare. "Didn't know how lost I was," she delivered back, smile creeping back into place as she sauntered back towards maebe and leaned against the taller girl, head back to look up at the other girl. Over dramatic. "Until I met you-ou-ou."
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 11:17 pm
Maebe had invited her over for exactly that reason, so when she took the sundress out, the girl nodded in approval. She was shimmying to the music in their heads, while keenly watching the soft fabric slide down Peyton's skin. The slip of cloth against flesh made a little sigh of desire escape Maebe. It was gone as quickly as it had occurred. As expected, Peyton's hotness level rose dramatically when she had a swell of bust filling the dress, and as she sauntered towards Maebe, the girl prepared to strike. Peyton rested against her, and her arms slinked out to wrap around Peyton's waist, twirling her slowly until she was facing Maebe. She pulled her flush against herself, and then leaned in as if leading in a dance. "I was beat," Her body lurched forward, pressing Peyton back. "Incomplete." Suddenly she wasn't there, and Peyton was twirling, twirling, twirling- "I'd been had, I was sad and blue," The twirling stopped, and Peyton ended up with her back to the wall. Maebe was there again, brushing her fingers against Pey's cheek. "But you made me feel." Too close. She was leaning in too close, too dangerous- "Yeah you maaaaaade me feel, shiny and new." Her lips parted in a toothy, playful grin. If Peyton thought she was going to kiss her, she'd been wrong - it was all in the name of fun. Wasn't it?
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 8:00 am
By now the dainty Sun was no stranger to impromptu song and dance numbers. Usually her partner in crime for such events was America, but as Maebe caught her up and dipped her before giving her a spin that landed her with her back against the wall, she had to admit the this Moon was also quite talented. And never mind that the song they were singing was just so terribly fitting. "Like a virgin," she crooned, pressing her palms against the wall at her back and sinking down an inch or two as she sang. "Touched for the very first time!" Normally she'd have been a touch worried about Maebe's proximity, the brush across her cheek, that dangerous game, but they were playing around. It fit the song, it was all just acting. Wasn't it? "Like a vir-ir-irrgin. When you heart beats, next to mine." And because they were playing she reached up, and she put a palm against her breast, over the heart, and another over Maebe's leaning into her again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 9:21 pm
Careful not to overplay her hand, Maebe settled her fingers against Peyton's hand, pressing it tighter against her chest - but despite her initial instinct, failed to shift that hand to cup the breast she touched. She leaned back when Peyton leaned in, expertly maneuvering the push and pull of the real dance at play. But she leaned back when she pulled Pey away from the wall, hips shifting in tune to music they were only hearing in their heads. She stepped forward with each beat, pacing Peyton like a predator. "Gonna give you all my love, boy." She spun on her heel, all the way around. "My fear is fading fast." There was no fear in those calculating eyes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:11 pm
Well wasn't this just something out of Glee? Peyton was grinning up a storm as Maebe played along with her, and as the other girl leaned away the smaller gave her shoulders a little shimmy before she was pulled away and left to stand in the middle of the room with a very predatory blonde stalking ever closer. She waited until Maebe reached her, and lifted her hands up to catch the other girl's fingers. "Been saving it all for you, cause I'm in love at la-a-ast." She pulled Maebe in, rising up on tip toe with their arms bent up between them. And now it was Pey's turn to give a look. Pointed and leering, but she, at least, was still playing. "You're so fine, and you're mine." Brow wiggle. "I'll be your's til the end of time. 'Cause you made me feel. Yeah you ma-a-a-ade me feel, shiny and new!"
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