Sapphic Angel

@Johnc99 With her attention largely absorbed with Mai and getting herself off, how Kaneki handled her admission wasn't Tori's top priority. Regardless, she was relieved that he wasn't going to ruin her mood by pitching a tantrum about it, or being pushy in spite things, or even worse just being an ass about it. He was actually pretty cool, which went a long way with her and set him up in a good a position with her as any guy could hope to manage. "Sweet. I don't have any real girl friends here, so it'll be kinda cool to have someone to check out girls with." She didn't make any sort of protest as he pulled her ass back into him a bit, though she wasn't especially thrilled about his cock being between her thighs. She was a little beyond caring at that point, though, with her breathing deepening and the unmistakable swelling of that familiar wave again. Though screwing around with a guy held little appeal in the moment, getting something capable of going deeper than her fingers definitely did and, since she hadn't thought to bring any toys with her, nor had she yet checked out the special shop the resort was rumored to have, there seemed only one readily available option. "The hell with it." She said under her breath as she pressed her ass back against his hips. Slipping her fingers free, she reached between her legs and slid them along the length of his cock, slicking it with her arousal. Then, wrapping her hand around the shaft, she began working it back and forth across her sex, rolling her hips to grind it fully through her folds. Tori let out a deep sigh, "Fuck ... yesss ..." Lining it up with her opening, she backed onto it just enough that it pressed into her hell-yes spot and began rocking her hips against him. If he didn't care about her using him as a sex toy, then she didn't either. With her hand now free to do other things, she ran it up under her breast and lifted it so she could suck a nipple between her lips as she returned her attention to Mai. What had started off as a little stealthy self-indulgence had devolved into actual public sex and that in and of itself, regardless of whether it was with a guy or not, was a massive turn on. So long as nobody intervened, she couldn't give a damn who watched - to the contrary, the more the merrier. One simply didn't put a bunch of naked teenagers on a beach, hot and slathered in tanning oil, without expecting this to happen. Almost as an afterthought, Tori turned her head back slightly, "Oh, and watch it. I'm not on anything ... didn't think that'd be an issue."

@Johnc99 The frequent goddess references weren't lost on Tori, particularly when Kaneki's hands got bold enough to begin roaming her breast, and she wasn't so cruel a bitch as to dash his hopes on the spot. In truth, the confidence in his approach won some points with her and it wasn't like she had many, if any, actual friends at school - hers were all outside of it. Given that, it'd be nice to have a wingman for the field trip and he seemed like a good candidate. Besides, the massage felt amazing and even managed to coax a few purrs from her lips, though the rest of it did nothing at all for her. He might've assumed she liked guys too, which was fair given that she kept that sort of stuff to herself at school, so she needed to set that one straight sooner rather than later. "The massage feels great," she paused with her fingers, now all four of them, pushed to the hilt inside her sex as she turned her head slightly back towards him, "but the rest ..." She trailed off for an instant, not entirely sure how to phrase the rest. "Ok, so I don't know if you have a brother, but assume you do. What you're doing to me feels about like if your brother were behind you playing with your nipple." It was the best she could do, though Tori had to concede that it was a risky analogy in the sense that Kaneki and his brother, if he had one, might fuck around. Probably not, but who knew?!? "I'm not trying to be a bitch or anything, but I thought you should know." Her tone seemed more apologetic than anything. "That said ..." Tori turned back to admire Mai's long, toned legs, one of which was now bent, knee pointed upward and foot against the chair, and afforded her a better view of it and the curve where it met her firm ass. "Since we're both into girls, I could totally get off on doing some three- or more- ways with you." Leaning her head back to rest against his chest, she resumed fucking herself. "Imagine Mai and I doing a sixty-nine, eating the fuck out of each other, with me on the bottom and you taking her from behind. And if she's straight, then fuck it, I can take one for the team. I'd totally do a guy if that's what it took to get between her legs." Her hand picked up its pace and her voice became breathier. "C'mon, join me. I want you to get off too." She slipped her hand free and raised it back over her shoulder, fingers slick and glistening with her arousal, to offer him a taste before licking one clean herself and returning to her work. As an afterthought she added, "Just don't pop your goo on my back."

@Johnc99 Eyes shielded behind mirrored shades remained locked on Mai's angelic form while Tori's mind lost itself in an intensely erotic waking dream featuring the pair intertwined on Mai's lounge chair, oil-slicked bodies pressed against one another as hands and lips roamed freely. In reality it was her own hand, not Mai's, that that pressed in between her thighs and parted her sex so the middle one alternated between teasing around her bell and penetrating her. With a suppressed gasp, she parted her legs a bit to afford herself better access to slip a second finger in. "Best fucking field trip ever!" She thought as she imagined her and Mai in a sixty-nine, her own tongue tasting her crush while the latter fingered her ever faster and harder. Not the watery kind, but she rode no less wet or powerful a wave that promised a delicious crash once it hit the shore until ... She hadn't really paid attention to anything but Mai and the wonderful feeling of her hand between her legs, made all more exciting for it being in full view of anyone and everyone on the beach, so the voice so close to her ear startled her, bringing her building orgasm to an abrupt halt. Nerves welled up and formed a tight ball in her throat for an instant before she managed to push them down. So someone had caught her getting off. There was no point in trying to hide it, or cover up, or even stop for that matter since they, or he more precisely, had probably been there a bit before speaking - a guy, especially, probably would've watched the show some and no doubt checked out her ass some before actually letting her know he was there - so after a brief pause to get her shit together, she resumed, though her attention was no longer fully directed on Mai. "Shit Kaneki!" Her voice held an agitated tone but was kept low enough to keep their conversation private. "You should warn a girl before coming up on her like that." Her thighs had largely, and intentionally, hidden the specifics of what her fingers had been up to, though it didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce it. Regardless, she parted them just enough that they no longer prevented him from watching her slowly finger fuck herself, nor did anything prevent him from seeing how incredibly wet this little public self-indulgence had gotten her. She replied with a shake of her head, "Not just a girl, a fucking goddess. Anyway, it's not like I just run around blurting out 'hey, I do girls' so how could you have known?" She considered his question for a moment, taking some time to finger herself a bit more for both their benefits, before answering. "Obvious. We're going to be here a while so there's no hurry. I'm pretty sure she's straight ... for now ... so if I hit on her she turns me down, she'd be on to me and probably cover up or something so I couldn't get myself off watching her. But it'll happen. It's soooo going to happen." Stopping for a moment she reached down to grab the small bottle of tanning oil from her backpack and handed it back over her shoulder to him. "You'd think I wouldn't be so shitty at covering my back, but I am. Mind getting it again?" Once the bottle was accepted, she picked up right where she left off with a little gasp and low moan, "Fuck, she's so damn hot."

True to her nature, Tori largely kept to herself during the flight and subsequent bus ride to the resort, occasionally tugging at a pale cornflower cardigan to obscure her breasts which, for those who managed to steal a peek, were packed into a low-cut t-shirt at least a size too small. While many of her peers passed the time talking about their destination - sharing their anxieties about being nude in front of everyone, their anticipation of seeing certain others in the buff, and speculating about the resort itself - Tori spent most of it alternating between looking out the window or going over the limited information they'd been given again and again, either way wrapping her hair in a tight curl around her finger, freeing it, and then repeating the process. Butterflies danced in her stomach, a few anxious ones at the prospect of being fully on display but most giddy with the excitement of a fully-paid luxury beach vacation, or retreat, or whatever the hell it was. Moreover, they'd replaced the sickly feeling she'd had for weeks at the prospect of having to repeat the year because her grades were mostly shit. Truth be told, she'd have gone to class daily sans-clothing, and without the seclusion of a private resort, if that'd been the path to graduation. She sure as shit wasn't going to manage it by studying. Beyond that motivation, Tori spent so much time in bikinis with varying levels of coverage, sometimes with provocative poses for the camera and any passers-by who happened to be at the beach during a shoot, that it seemed like a small leap to go from a couple thin pieces of fabric to none. Granted, those little patches covered up some strategic spots. Then there were the nudes of her already floating around on the net. Yeah. There was that. At any rate, she figured some of the others would be absolutely terrified so the opportunities to fuck with them would more than make up for giving them an eyeful. No, screw the nerves, this was going to be fucking awesome! Tori trailed behind the others to people watch - the tentative steps into a dressing room, the jockeying for a spot farther back in line, the nervous giggling - and remarked to herself how retarded it seemed to even bother with dressing rooms given that they'd be bare-ass naked anyway. The lines moved far slower than they should've as anxious teens delayed their inevitable unveilings as long as they could, so Tori gave an impatient sigh and shrugged. Setting down a tiny backpack in which she'd packed some casual jewelry, makeup, and whatnot - no clothing because what was the point in that - she slipped out of her cardigan and folded it neatly before setting it on top of the bag along with her glasses, which were mostly a style choice as opposed to a necessity anyway. Folding her arms across her body, she flipped her shirt off over her head in one fluid motion letting her breasts slip free. She hadn't bothered with a bra because, again, what was the point and it kept things simpler and smirked as a couple students beside her watched on, wide-eyed, at her boldness. The jeans followed close behind, though they took some shimmying to peel down over her hips, so the line had barely moved before she stood there in the buff clothes folded neatly in her arms, backpack slung across her shoulder, and sandals on her feet. With a satisfied smile, she made her way past those still waiting for a dressing room, holding up a hang loose sign with one hand as she passed by toward the lockers and off to explore the resort. Drink, tanning oil, and a snack were first up on the agenda, maybe during a quick peek around the resort to save time, and then she planned to hit the beach. There'd be plenty of time to explore and whatnot after the sun went down, so the sand and waves were numero uno. Consequently, Tori was among the earlier students to claim beach chairs or spots in the sand to lay out and whatnot and many of them still had that goofy awkwardness that, while fun for a bit, had lost its thrill. The main event would no doubt come later, once some of the shyness faded and teen hormones ran rampant, so she laid down and closed her eyes, earbuds securely in place, and listened to music as she tanned tanned herself under the warm sun. Absolute fucking paradise. The travel must've taken more out of her than she thought as loud voices nearby startled her awake and, on glancing around to find the source, she saw the beach much more populated than before and far more interesting. Propping herself up on her elbows, she studied the various pairs and groups, some more or less just socializing as normal and others, mostly pairs, clearly in pursuit of something less innocent. She'd have been content to just people watch until her eyes fell on Mai, one the girls from the swim team - a tall brunette with short-cropped hair, an athletic build and swimmer's shoulders - that she'd crushed on virtually the whole year. And the day just kept getting better, she thought. Mai laid back with her chair back propped up at and angle so Tori could admire the girl's full breasts, skin sparkling as sun glinted off tanning oil, and imagine herself pressed up against that heavenly body, legs intertwining with hers. Thankfully, her sunglasses hid her eyes as she made no attempt at subtlety. To the contrary, she all but forgot where she was and turned partially on one side to allow her fingers to slip down her abdomen and between her thighs. Apparently, the trip had also left her horny as well, as she lost all concern for whether or not someone saw her so long as it wasn't Mai. The literature never said anything about students getting themselves off whenever, wherever so it was on.

Name: Hitori (Tori) Kasuma Gender: Female Age: 18 Sexuality: Homoflexible Club Membership: Performing Arts Typical Grades: Mostly As in dance and voice classes, barely passing in everything else Athleticism: Tori isn't all that interested in sports, though she's in superb shape from dance and that usually gives her a leg up (pun not intended) over similarly unskilled peers. She does, however, love to surf and is pretty damn good at it, so she's also a strong swimmer as a result. Personality: At first blush, Tori comes off as quiet and a little introverted, which is true to an extent in that she tends to keep to herself in academic settings, though she's anything but shy or reserved in her dance or voice classes and definitely not outside of school at the beach or with her friends. In those settings, she's more outgoing, laughs easily, and has a terrific sense of humor. At school she often pairs her seemingly shy demeanor with bookish, almost-conservative attire - unflattering glasses, loose-fitting jeans, and a plain cardigan for instance - with something decidedly not conservative such as a tight, low-cut crop-top underneath the cardigan that shows a good bit of cleavage. It's something she does just to mess with people for shits and giggles. Elsewhere, she's not reserved at all with her dress - to the contrary, she spends much of her time down at the beach so her wardrobe is mostly made up of short shorts, tight t-shirts, and bikinis. Background: Tori's father died when she was only a couple years old, leaving her and her mother to make the best of things on their own. Things have been good for the most part, if not giving the girl a little more unsupervised time on her hands than she should've had. Since her mother tended to work late, Tori usually had most of the afternoon and evening to herself. Early on, that wasn't such a big deal as she tended to stay relatively close to home and there weren't real consequences to skipping homework most of the time. However, from about 12 onward, she invariably ended up at the beach hanging out with friends when she should've been at the apartment doing her homework. With each increasing school year, her grades slipped more and more until, by now, she just does enough to skip by. That is, for anything but dance and voice classes, which she absolutely loves and which also tend to not have homework that involves reading or writing so she's actually inclined to do it. Having spent just about every afternoon for years at the beach, she knows most of the locals by name and can usually be found surfing when the waves are up or just playing volleyball and hanging out with her friends when it's not. Tori doesn't have any future plans beyond spending all her time at the beach after graduation, assuming she manages to pull off the grades for it - that's wholly impractical but a working concept of the "real world" hasn't set in yet. The closest she's come to a potential career is a little swimwear modeling - some of it minus the swimwear - and a handful of community theater musicals. Fun facts: * Tori has no career aspirations at all. * She's won several minor surf competitions and has a number of top-three finishes as well. * She thinks fries are delicious and make a complete meal in and of themselves. * Tori does occasional swimwear modeling and one shoot ended up including some nudes as well. She fell for the photographer's story that all the models did it and that it was just part of the business - of course, they don't and it's not, but she was barely 17 at the time and had no idea. Anyway, she found out some time later from a friend that they'd been posted online and, while she has no issues at all with nudity, she'd be absolutely mortified if her mother found out about them. Defining Characteristic: Smoking hot in a bikini. Ons (Character): Performing for an audience, either online or in public, and the notion of doing so with multiple partners at once is a huge turn on. Given that, why she's never tried stripping is a complete mystery. Sexually, she's more of a people pleaser in the sense that it's not so much about the "what" as with pleasing others. That has its limits, of course, but simply put she gets off on others getting off.