The wind blew in softly through the open window. Ivy’s breath slipped past her lips as she stared at the girl before her. Her vision is partly obscured by the blinds in the closet door. She knew what she was doing was illogical but she needed to protect Harley, protect her baby. Ivy’s eyes widened as Ms.Quinn stripped her top revealing her small but perfectly soft breasts. “Jesus” muttered Ivy as her hand slipped into her own waistband.
“Hello?” Ivy’s hand froze and her breath stopped as Harley’s voice rang in her ear. Shit shit shit! “Oh, hi joker.” Harley’s clearly annoyed tone quickly settles Ivy’s beating heart as she realizes Harley was just answering her phone. “What? Oh, really.” Seduction running thick in her tone. Ivy furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the girl she was obsessed with lay back on her bed and slip her skirt off leaving her in simply a red lace thong. Her giggles filled the room, “Joker! You’re being such a tease. What are you wearing?” Ivy’s heart stops.
“Are you actually kidding me…” Ivy mutters under her breath while holding back her own rage and disgust. Her thoughts of killing the Joker have always been rampant. You see Ivy’s obsession wasn’t new. It was in fact, it began when Ivy and Harley were in pre k together. Harley was the only kid to talk to the hot headed red head in the back of the class. Of course, Harley wouldn’t remember her, this meant nothing to her but Ivy thought about Harley everyday from then until now, in their mid-twenties.
“Me? I’m wearing my lace red thong you bought me.” Harley giggled as bile rose in Ivy’s mouth. “I’m circling my clit and wishing it was your hand baby.” Harley slips her hand into her underwear and Ivy can't help but follow suit. Harley’s moans fill the room as her pace quickens. “Oh, Joker, I'm so wet thinking about you.” Harley's eyes closed and Ivy couldn’t help herself. She needed to be the one to make Harley cum. She quietly opened the closet door and walked over to Harley's phone which was now lying on her pillow on speaker. Joker’s weak grunts filtering through the speaker. She presses the red button and the phone goes silent.
“WHAT THE FUCK!!” Harley screamed as she pulled the blanket over herself. She goes to reach for the gun sitting on her dresser beside her but Ivy pounces on top of her and holds her arms down.
“Wait,” Ivy awkwardly hovers over Harley's barely covered skin “I- Uh, don’t know what I’m doing.” Harley’s eyes darted around the room.
“Clearly, can you get off?”
“So you can shoot me?”
“No.” Harley smirks.
“Bad liar.”
“Bad stalker.” Harley's smirk turns more shy. “I knew you were watching me. That's why I answered his call.”
“How long have I been watching you then?” Ivy’s nervousness was becoming less and less prominent.
“A few weeks?” Try years.
“You got me.” Are we flirting right now?
“What are you going to do to me?” Harley’s sickly sweet tone fills the room. Her eyes are full of sin. “Will you make me cum?” Ivy nodded and shifted her weight to slide her hand in between Harley’s legs. She moves the thong to the side and moans at the sight. Harley's cunt was silky and creamy begging to be touched. Ivy couldn't stop herself and dragged her tongue against Harley’s cunt loud moans quickly filling the room.
“Say my name.” Ivy’s rough voice covers Harley’s moans for a moment.
“Ivy,” she moaned, “Ivy, Ivy, Ivy!” Ivy rewarded her by sliding her tongue over her clit, making Harly’s back arch as she gasped out another moan. Ivy savored the sound, feeling almost high as she licked. She felt Harley’s hand grip in her hair, trying to keep her in place. Ivy let her for a moment, focusing her tongue on her clit, letting her gasps and moans wash over her, before pulling away to look down at her.
“Ivy, please,” she whimpered, “Don’t tease me like this.”
Ivy could only stare at the pretty picture she made. Her hair was spread around her face on the pillow, her cheeks were flushed, and she had a small pout on her face. Her small, soft, perfect breasts moved with her chest as she let out heavy breaths, her hand clenched in the sheets. Her legs were spread, perfectly showcasing her cunt. But her eyes caught on the red thong she was wearing, and a hot flash of anger coursed through her.
“You said Joker bought you this?” She asked, pinching the waistband between her fingers.
“What?” Harley looked at her confused, before Ivy brought her other hand up to rip the waistband.
“Don’t wear this again,” Ivy growled.
Harley scoffed, “It’s not like I can anymore. What was that for?”
Harley let her take the thong off, and she threw it somewhere behind her in the room like she didn’t care, but she made a mental note to find it and burn it, and any other lingerie Joker got her. Fuck Joker, Harley was hers.
“You done being weird? Ready to get back to the matter at hand?” She gestured to herself, “Hot sexy lady in front of you? Is that ringing a bell?”
Affection swelled in Ivy’s chest at Harley’s pouting, and she felt a little embarrassed that her jealousy distracted her for even a moment. She leaned forward and gently kissed Harley on the lips in apology. She made a noise of surprise, but she quickly wrapped her arms around Ivy’s neck, and laid back on the bed.
Ivy traced her fingers down Harley’s stomach, down to her cunt and pushed a finger inside her. It was slick and warm and felt so, so right. Harley broke the kiss to let out a small moan. Ivy leaned down to press kisses to her neck as she fingered her. After a moment, she added a second finger and started moving faster, to Harley’s very apparent pleasure.
Ivy started kissing down her body, her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach, right down to her cunt. She circled Harley’s clit with her tongue, making her squirm and groan. Ivy was determined to find the perfect rhythm, thrusting her fingers inside her faster and slower, and alternating between licking and sucking her clit, before Harley gasped, “Don’t stop! Ivy! Like that, baby, don’t stop!”
Ivy kept her pace as Harley’s moans built and built, her body tensing until she shook and moaned through her release. Ivy couldn’t help but smile at the mess she made.
“Where's your bathroom?” Ivy softly scoops up Harley into her arms.
“Around the corner, the first door on the left.” Harley whispered happily. Ivy could feel her heartbeat quickens as Harley burrowed into Ivy’s chest. Once she reached the bathroom she carefully placed Harley down on the counter. She walked over the faucet of the tub and waited for the water to become hot. She filled the tub with the steaming liquid and then added random soaps and salts lying around the tub. She turned toward the naked girl and lightly scooped her up once more and delicately placed her into the tub.
“Are you gonna wash my hair for me?” Harley asked quite giddy.
“Yes baby, imma clean you up and tuck you into bed.” She picked up the plastic cup on the edge of the tub and filled it with water and then placed a hand along her hairline to protect her face from the running water falling out of the cup as she poured it over Harley’s head. She then continued to wash Harley’s hair and body. Once Harley was cleaned up, Ivy helped her brush her teeth and put her into her PJs.
“I never got to make you cum.” Harley pouted in her bed as Ivy tucked her into the covers.
“Next time,” Ivy said as she began to exit the room.
“WAIT! … stay?” Ivy smiled as she climbed into bed next to Harley and held her close. She could hear the soft whimpers of Harley falling asleep.
“I'll always stay.”