Unnecessary Rivalry

In the first chapter, Maeve caught Evelyn humiliating her mother. Maeve decided to take her mother for herself, and went after Evelyn's mother to get leverage. Evelyn proposed a meeting to discuss a truce the next day. On the night of Evelyn's proposition, Maeve went to her friend's house to clear her head.

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Maeve let herself in when she got to Kimberly's. Natalie, Kim's mother, was doing the dishes. She was a small, corpulent woman with meat on her bones. She treated Maeve like her own daughter and was always happy to see her.

"Hello, Maeve. Kim is in the basement."

"Thank you. Need any help with the dishes before I go down?"

"You're sweet, darling, but no, I'm fine."

"All right. Mom says hi, by the way."

Maeve opened the door of the basement and closed it after entering. Her own home didn't have a door like this, and she felt it isolated them from the rest of the world. Kimberly's basement was the number one to chill in among all her friends.

But when she got down the stairs and turned the corner, she was instead greeted by Evelyn. The pompous bitch was sitting in the middle of the couch, both arms resting on top, as if she owned it. What really triggered Maeve, though, was that her bottom half was naked and a girl was lapping her slit. Even if they weren't in her house, with her long sleeves shirt and messy brown hair, Maeve would have recognized her best friend anywhere.

She was incensed. "What the fuck is going on!"

"Well, you took your sweet time getting here. It was getting boring. Don't get the wrong idea. She was the one who asked for it. Granted, I told her to continue when you arrived, but it was not premeditated. Why don't you take a seat, so I can explain."

Maeve thought about leaving. Evelyn was clearly doing this to get to her. If she played her game, that arrogant slut would win. But she looked at Kimberly, who was on all fours, licking that fucking bitch every five seconds. Even though she didn't know why Evelyn had targeted her, her friend was obviously in this situation because of her. So she decided to stay, if only to ensure Kim was okay.

"You better have a good explanation. Otherwise, I send those pictures all over school. I'm sure you have something on my mother, but I don't care about mutual destruction."

Evelyn chuckled. "All right, all right. But to be fair, you said to stay away from Naomi and your mother. Not Kim."

"Oh, fuck off, you knew what I meant. And before you start, can you stop that?" asked Maeve, as she nodded toward her best friend.

Evelyn looked down. "Kim, do you want to stop?"

Kimberly hesitated a few seconds and softly said, "No..."

Evelyn looked back to Maeve. Under the nerd glare, she lifted her hands in surrender. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not coercing her. Kim, where are you the happiest?"

This time, she did not hesitate. "Between a woman's legs."

"See? And you'll notice she didn't say my legs. I'm sure she'll be happy to be between yours if you spread them. I knew she was a lesbian because of the way she looked at you. I'm surprised you never noticed. And unlike your mother, she likes them squeaky clean. I sometimes make her edge me for hours. I have some eager people under me, but Miss Kimberly, here, truly is a step above regarding the love of women's genitals anatomy."

Seeing Maeve keeping her scowl, she decided to continue with the story. "Let's start at the beginning, shall we? It all started a few months ago when I heard you became popular. The teachers like you, and you're not considered a teacher's pet. The other students like you well enough, despite that. You're smart, pretty, and well-behaved. Some guys on the football team were talking about how they could be stay-at-home dads, while you're bringing home the bacon with your big brain and all. As if being smart meant you'd make good money.

"Anyway, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't annoyed. I put in a lot of effort to be at the top. Whereas you just effortlessly live your life. So I set out with the goal of taking you down a peg or two. I started with Miss Kimberly over here. I'll let her tell you her side of the story. And when I learned your mother was a realtor, giving me a good reason to meet her... well, you know how it went.

"Your mother was really a surprise. Of course, when I saw her the first time, I instantly knew she was a submissive. Single mother. A job where you had to show confidence and control the conversation as much as possible. Her body language practically screamed for someone to take charge in the bedroom. Everything else was just gravy. It's been fun exploring her kinks and limits.

"Through both of them, I learned many things about you." Seeing Maeve's frown getting darker, Evelyn gave her an olive branch. It would have been easy to let her believe her close ones turned on her. "You don't need to be angry with them. I didn't ask them to spy on you. Only divulge information relatively benign.

"For example, I wouldn't have asked them to steal your diary if you even had one. Partly because I knew they would refuse no matter the punishment, losing their trust in me in the process. Partly because it would have made things too easy."

Evelyn gently tapped Kimberly's head. "Two seconds."

Maeve noticed her friend was now licking Evelyn's slit more frequently.

"So what did I learn about you? I learned you're the leader of your little clique. I learned they all respect you and listen to you. I learned you're driven and pay attention to details. And the more I learned, the more I realized you had potential."

"Potential?" repeated Maeve, not believing what she was hearing. She wouldn't be so easily manipulated.

"Yes, potential. I've been feeling lonely at the top lately. Sure, I have friends, excellent friends even. But they are all missing something. I can't help but see them below me. But you have the potential. I can groom you. Teach you. I don't think you'll ever be at my level, if only because I have more resources and contacts. But you're the closest person my age who can be my equal. I can see you have it in you."

Evelyn leaned forward. "I can see the struggle and curiosity in your eyes. You wonder what it would be like to be me. Honestly, having your best friend eating me while we're chatting is making my blood boil. All I want is to grip her messy hair and grind her face until I cum, while looking you in the eyes, asserting my dominance. I'm showing a fair amount of self-restraint right now.

"I can see you want to take my place. I can also see you want to take her place, wondering what the fuss is all about. You also want to put on a strap-on and ram your frustration into her. She's your best friend. She's supposed to be on your side. You also want to climb on the couch and stuff my face in your cunt to shut me up."

Maeve couldn't help but be impressed. She, indeed, had thought about all of that.

"But knowing all that about you wasn't enough. After learning everything I could, it was time to see how you'd react. Starting with me and your mother."

Something clicked in Maeve's mind. "You wanted me to see you!"

Evelyn smiled. "I did. I made Naomi organize something and then cancel. She didn't know why, though, and from her point of view, it was harmless enough. My goal is not to break your friendships. They're important."

Evelyn tapped Kimberly's head. "Inside, slow circle."

Kimberly pushed her tongue inside and moved it in circles.

"When I asked your mother if you ate the cucumber, and she told me you did it smiling, I got chills. I knew that you knew. Then I asked her if she knew you knew. Your mother is very easy to read, especially after being tormented. And when she spilled the beans? Shit." Evelyn moved her waist up and down, grinding lightly on Kimberly's face. "I was beside myself. I thought it would take weeks. And then you tried to imitate me with the pee. I was flattered and further convinced of your potential.

"But I was only convinced yesterday when you went after my mother. It showed you had balls and weren't afraid. Did you like it?"

Maeve took her time to answer. "Yes, I did. She was very good."

"I bet she was, but I'm talking about the power and control. Of being able to make her do what you want."

"Sure, it had a certain appeal... but I did it out of necessity more than anything. I don't like playing with other people's lives."

"Is that what you think I do?"

Maeve gestured toward her best friend, who was rolling her tongue in the cheerleader's snatch.

Evelyn sighed. "It just shows you have much to learn. I liberated her. Same with your mother. Yes, in the process, I took advantage to get to you, but I always leave my underlings for the better, unless I can't help it. I can ruin a person's life, believe me, I've done it. But only because they deserved it. You, though, it was just like I said. I wanted to take you down a notch. After that debacle, if I had gone through with it, I would have expected you to hate me, but knew your place. But everyone I play with, as you say, ends up better for it. Case and point, don't you think your mom has been happier the last couple of months?"

Now that Evelyn mentioned it, it was true her mother was complaining less about work, and seemed to be peppier.

"You might see it as if I'm toying with them, corrupting them. But I see it as breaking the shackle of their inhibitions. The thrill of seeing them achieve powerful orgasms, worshipping me in the process, it's indescribable. In exchange, I get information and loyalty. Yes, I can be harsh, but if they play within my lines, everyone is better for it.

"And that's what I'm offering you. A chance to do what I do, so we can talk and exchange experiences down the years. I'm playing the long run here." She tapped Kimberly's head. "Suck."

Kimberly latched on Evelyn's clit and began to suck, eliciting a moan.

Maeve tried to disregard her fidgeting friend and the squirming cheerleader. It's true, so far, she assumed Evelyn was toying with people just for the fun of it. Just because she could. But she might have underestimated her. Still, Evelyn was almost nineteen; how much experience could she have to teach her?

If it was true, though, there was a lot of fun down the line. She knew that much. The idea of delving into people's perversity was certainly alluring. There was also her own perversity to consider. She did enjoy being in control. She could undoubtedly see the appeal in ordering people to do things they wouldn't normally do, only for them to realize they liked it and wanted more.

That being said, what were the downsides? Could it be an elaborate ploy? Making her trust her just to shatter it while laughing. If she had her guard up, how much damage could Evelyn do? Or maybe, she wanted her to have her guard up and then break her, making it more of a challenge.

Evelyn broke her train of thought. "I wasn't planning on getting off, but seeing you struggle to decide, balancing the good and the bad. The curiosity of my offer, the doubt. I just love seeing people at their breaking, point and guessing what decision they'll make. And I'm usually right."

She put both hands on Kimberly's head. "Suck harder." Then she looked at Maeve. "Tell me." She was almost pleading.

Watching her in that state really surprised Maeve. "I... I'm... I'm still unconvinced."

"Yesssss, harder," squealed Evelyn. Her body seized up with a growl.

Maeve watched in astonishment, as Evelyn got off on her own ego, evidently having guessed her answer. When she stopped convulsing, Evelyn pushed Kimberly and flopped back on the couch. Under the eyes of the two girls, she put her pants back on, and fished out something from her pocket.

"Here, take this."

Maeve took the three Post-its. Each had a different time, all after-school hours, and marked with Evelyn's signature.

"I know you still have some doubts. Seducing your mother was impressive, but Kimberly and Naomi are both naive and impressionable young girls. And you're still understandably wary of me. I did just say I was out to get you at first. But there's nothing at play here. I genuinely want to take you under my wing.

"Tomorrow will be a show of faith and your last chance. Look for anyone wearing this bracelet." Evelyn pulled out a blue and yellow bracelet from her other pocket. One side of the bracelet had the yellow and blue in a straight line next to each other, the other half had them intertwined. "They're homemade and can't be bought. Anyone wearing this can be considered a subordinate of mine. All to a varying degree, but they will answer a summoning. Give the Post-it to three people. It can be anyone wearing the bracelet. We'll meet in the study room, and you'll understand how they came to be under me.

"This is my show of faith. Only I know the level of servitude and how I roped them in. I'm giving you three of them. Depending on who, you could gain the knowledge to ruin their life and hurt mine in the process."

She gave the bracelet to Kimberly. "You can wear this now. No need to hide anymore." She tapped her cheek. "You did well." She then began to go up the stairs. "See you tomorrow after school in the study room, Maeve. By the way, Kim has been denied orgasms for a week now. She was used to getting a few daily, so she's quite on edge. The thing she likes most is masturbating while eating pussies. I'll let you decide what to do with that information."

When she heard the door close, Maeve looked at her friend. The computer geek was sitting sideways on the ground, looking at the floor. The tension was palpable. Whatever Maeve did next would determine the future of their relationship.

"So, you like pussies, huh?"

Kimberly chuckled ruefully, still looking down. "Yeah."

"And you want mine?"

Kimberly didn't answer. She wanted to agree, but how could she? It would have been utterly selfish to say yes after essentially betraying her. It's true Evelyn never crossed a line regarding their friendship, but Kimberly was smart enough to know something was going on. In retrospect, some questions might not have been so innocent, and it would have been easy to deflect. But she had wanted to please Evelyn and be rewarded. It was now time to face the consequences.

"Kim, look at me."

Kimberly looked up at Maeve, tears threatening to flow.

In spite of everything, it was hard for Maeve to hold it against her friend. If even her mother, who was the strongest person Maeve knew, broke under Evelyn's pressure, what chance did her friend have? And she didn't want to lose her. If she were going through with Evelyn's proposed mentorship, it would be nice to have a friend to confide in.

Maeve smiled gently. "I forgive you."

Kimberly immediately broke into tears. Maeve sat next to her and hugged her. "Shhh, it's okay."

"I'm so... sorry," stuttered Kimberly, sniffling.

"I know, I know. I don't hold it against you. I hate to admit it, but Evelyn is good at what she does."

When Kimberly's crying calmed down, Maeve stroked her back. "How did you and Evelyn become... acquainted."

Kimberly sniffed. "I was staying in the lab after school to work on a project for our club. Evelyn entered, saying she was making rounds, and asked what I would do if we got a budget increase. I said we would use it for a Unity license to make video games. Then she said she could probably find three hundred dollars for us, but it came with a condition."

Maeve chuckled.

"She said I only needed to eat her pussy, right there, right then. A one-time thing. Not even considering that I've been curious for a while about going down on a girl, it was an enticing offer. I was reticent initially, but as you might have guessed, I eventually accepted."

"Hm, I've come to learn it's hard to say no to her."

"It is. She guided me through my first pussy eating, and I managed to make her cum. It felt so good watching her squirm in ecstasy. And then, at another time, she said she enjoyed the experience and asked me if I wanted to do it again, just for fun, which I did. And then she said I was just too good and had to do her friend, too, which I happily did. And so on."

Maeve moved her hand rubbing the back of Kimberly's to reach around and probed her friend's side boob. "And what do you like so much about pussy?"

"Everything. I like the smell, the texture, and the taste. I like how everyone is different. I like to make a girl squirm with my mouth. I like to hear their moans, feel their spasms." Kimberly's breath was getting heavier. "I like to roll my tongue on their hard clit, or push it deep in their cunt. The slick noise it makes when I suck their lips."

"Want to eat mine?"

"Yes!" This time she didn't hesitate.

Maeve got up and unbuttoned her jeans. Kimberly watched in awe, as her friend slid down her pants, revealing a pair of white panties. Maeve sat where Evelyn had sat previously and made a come-hither motion. Kimberly eagerly plunged between her legs, only to be stopped by a pair of hands. She looked up at her friend questionably.

"No, no, no. You don't get the prize so easily. Put your nose there," Maeve said, tapping her mound.

Kimberly slowly closed in, and put her nose against the soft fabric.

"Take a deep breath."

Kimberly inhaled, until her lungs were full, her friend's arousal making her body hot. She exhaled from her mouth. Maeve felt the warm breath heating her crotch.

"Did you masturbate thinking about my hot box?"

"Uh-huh." Kimberly nodded, rubbing her nose on the white cloth. "Almost every day. I went down on other girls, imagining it was you."

"Kiss it once. Gently."

Kimberly let her lips kiss the fabric, feeling the slit behind it. She then pulled back. Maeve tugged her panties, giving herself a camel toe. Kimberly whimpered at the sight.

"Again."

This time, Kimberly pressed her mouth for a few long seconds, appreciating the warmth coming from the squished labia.

"You said you've thought about eating me many times. In your fantasy, what's the context? How are you eating me?"

Kimberly moved back, but Maeve put a hand behind her head and brought her back against her panties.

"Many different ways," said Kimberly, lips pressed against Maeve's underwear. "But the ones I prefer are when you order me to eat you. No matter the time or place, you snap your fingers, and I'm kneeling between your legs. For example, we're doing a sleepover, and you wake me up in the middle of the night by sitting on my face.

"Sometimes, you make me eat you somewhere risky, like in a restaurant. Or in the girls' locker room, directly in front of everybody. Whenever you have an itch to scratch, you know I'm there to serve you. When I'm between your legs, nothing else matters. I don't care where or how, as long as I can eat you."

Meave was surprised by her friend's dedication. Not surprising she succumbed to Evelyn if she was that eager to please.

"I would have never pegged you as an obsessed pussy muncher."

"Me neither, not until I had a taste of one. But to be honest, yours is different. You're my best friend in the world. There is no one else I want to please more than you."

Meave put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties to pull them down, under the expectant gaze of Kimberly, when she heard a loud thump from upstairs.

"Oh shit, is your mom okay?" Maeve scrambled to put her pants back on, but Kimberly stopped her.

"It's fine! It's fine. It's probably just Evelyn."

"Evelyn got to your mom too?"

Kimberly chuckled. "Mother whose husband leaves for long periods and has body issues? Evelyn said it was harder to take candy from a baby. I usually stay out of their way, but you're welcome to check on them."

Contrary to her own mother, Natalie would be considered unattractive. Maeve was intrigued to know why Evelyn would get involved with her. Leaving her pants on the floor, Maeve made her way to the stairs. As she climbed them, the clapping sounds became clearer with each step. With morbid curiosity, she cracked the basement door open.