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Bonobo Meme

Sex is a dirty, taboo act that needs to be restricted to — No, scratch that.

The place you live now has a sex-friendly, sex-positive culture. Sex is a social activity often used to strengthen bonds and it's no big deal to discuss or indulge openly. It's always been this way — your character has grown up accordingly so there's no excuse for blushy blushy inhibitions. General physical affection that doesn't necessarily end in sex is also very highly encouraged and thought to better one's well being.

So go out there and touch someone. It's for the good of the group.

HOW TO

- Post a top comment, including the usual information in the header. Listing preferences for pairings, prompts, and kinks is also recommended.
- Tag around using the prompts provided or your own ideas!

PROMPTS

ANGER — Fighting with a friend and need to settle yourselves down? Maybe your friend is angry at something/someone else or even themselves! Take them aside and help blow off some steam.
HAPPINESS — You're so happy you could kiss someone. That and more is a perfectly acceptable form of celebration!
SADNESS — Someone's looking down in the dumps, but a little affection goes a long way.
JEALOUSY — They can't have the one they want, but maybe you can take their mind off of them. Or perhaps you're the one being pined after and you feel like throwing them a bone?
REMORSE — You've wronged them, they've wronged you. Now it's time to reconcile your differences and make up. By making out.
FEAR — Whether in the middle of being kidnapped or just watching a scary movie, you'll hold them, comfort them, pet them a little... or a lot.
ANXIETY — There's an upcoming big game/job interview/boss battle/other important event and someone's feeling jittery. Willing to lend a hand to help calm their nerves?
CURIOSITY — Wow! This person really fits your type to a T, whether due to looks or their proclivities that you've discovered through frank discussion. Luckily, it's no big deal to tell them as much.
GRATITUDE — You are bursting with it and ready to lavish it upon this person.
LOYALTY — You've got their back; you'd never do them wrong. It's time to show it and foster some camaraderie.
PLAYFULNESS — Tickle fights, cops and robbers, or distraction tactics for the workaholic in your life. It's all in the name of fun!
BOREDOM — No seriously, you've been in this line forever. It's not like anyone around is going to mind a show, right?
WE DO WHAT WE WANT — The obligatory wildcard option because this list is by no means exhaustive.

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Alicia smirked. "Girls. Boys. Whichever." She didn't really discriminate. Never had. Why would she shut herself off from half of the experiences she could possibly have?

She giggled a little at Imogen's little joke. "Psh. You'll always be my first groupie." she assured her. Half-teasingly, but not without enough honesty that the girl would hopefully be able to tell she was serious.

"Hey. Wanna build my anticipation a bit right now?" Alicia asked. "Tell me about who you were off with during lunch. I know there was someone..." she said, trying to draw a story out of the girl.

"Lunch?" Imogen rolled her head back and forth trying to build the right story for it. "Bianca? We're just friends, friends who buy each other sexy lingerie. And there was that one time for her ex-fiance's birthday. And that one time we were at a house party playing spin the bottle. ...and a few other times, but lunch she needed advice about school things. So it wasn't really anything too interesting."

Imogen, as much as she found interesting people to get involved with, did have some friends she wasn't physically interested in. Although in Bianca's case it was that she was far too cool for Imogen, and as much as the girl didn't admit to it, intimidation is a factor. "But if you want a better story, I'm sure I can pick something. Or make something up."

Imogen's imagination was more than favorable for such endeavors.

Alicia smirked. "Nah, I only want to hear about things that are true." she assured her. "And you're right, I guess not every lunch break can be topped off with a great orgasm." she had to admit.

"Hey.... that means you haven't had one all day, doesn't it?" she asked, her eyebrow raising and one foot moving over to touch Imogen's leg. In Alicia's case, it was very rare that she went a whole day without anything. So it always kind of surprised her when anyone did.

"Well, Dallas got me close during free period. But we didn't really have the time we needed..." Dallas wasn't her favorite partner, he was a bit too pleased to be fooling around with a lesbian (which wasn't even true). But he was charming when he tried, and he was very good at certain activities. Very strong hands. But they actually had homework to work on for some of that time.

Imogen could go without, some of the time when her Dad wasn't doing as well she spend her nights at home keeping watch over him, reading a good book. It wasn't terrible, really. Plus, it meant when something did happen she got to fully immerse herself in it. Imogen smiled, "I assume that means you have a story of your activities for the day you can share?"

Alicia got a little grin on her face. "You know me. I always have a story." she said. Which was true. Alicia had the sort of slightly-addictive personality that made her seek out instant gratification whenever she needed it, well, instantly. No matter what was appropriate. Because even though sex wasn't a thing that was frowned upon, there were still things that were more appropriate than others, sometimes.

"So I guess I'll be the one building the anticipation?" she grinned. "I mean, I can tell you right now that we're gonna be ending up with at least some of these clothes on the floor. But... you're right, maybe we can try it your way this time. With the talking."

Imogen pulled herself into a kneel and grinned, that look she got when she had an idea that was either genius or crazy, usually a bit of both. "How about we play a little game. We talk, and each time we feel like we need 'attention' we remove an article of clothing. So you can tell if your story is having the intended effect."

Of course, knowing Alicia, Imogen figured her own story would get her halfway to naked without Imogen having to do anything. Imogen might be impulsive, but she had enough control she could postpone with the right motivation. "And we can't do anything to a body part that isn't properly naked."

To accent the point Imogen's finger tip moved over her own thigh, just below the bottom edge of her skirt. To draw Alicia's eyes to the movement.

Alicia's eye was very much drawn to the movement. And the leg. There was a reason that Imogen was Alicia's favorite person to be with. Alicia was absolutely and undeniably head-over-heels attracted to the girl, as much as she tried to appear 'cool' by dismissing the feelings.

And there was a reason they were friends, too. Alicia enjoyed Imogen's quirky ideas. While Alicia was more the 'push the boundaries' kind of girl in other ways (such as staying out late, drinking things that were very much not age-appropriate, et cetera), Imogen was easily the more imaginative of the two.

"I'm in." she said, without any further thought whatsoever. "So. You know how distracted I get during math class, right?" she began.

Imogen's head was so full of weird, unusual, and odd that she didn't need the more commonplace answers to expanding her horizons. Drugs were merely 'okay,' and alcohol only when socially acceptable. She liked to keep only her own brand of crazy.

"I know you can be distracting in math class. But the two kinda go together like peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies. But go on!"

Alicia smirked. "Yeah, yeah, well, I mean, I guess there was that time I did get us separated by not keeping my hands off you during the lesson." she admitted.

"Anyway. So you remember that's when I raised my hand to ask if I could go out and take care of it myself, and was told no?" Because that excuse could only get a person out of class so often before they were told to just sit still and deal with it.

"So as you can imagine, I was pretty wound up afterwards. I could barely walk straight. So I walk out of the classroom and duck through the crowd, just seeing if I can find an out of the way corner of the hall or something to just... get a bit of release before the bell."

"And that other time we weren't noticed," Imogen added, it isn't like math is the most interesting class. But it has its use. Imogen thought back to the fun memories of those events... and took off one of her socks.

"I take it you found more than just an out of the way corner?" There were specific rules about where you could do things, not so much out of shame but for hygienic or safety reasons. Boys still teased other boys about size, and occasionally taste in partner. "And for someone who was barely walking straight you got away from class fairly fast."

"Hey, I can move pretty quick when I'm motivated." she said. At even just remembering the events of earlier that day, and the level with which she needed any action whatsoever, she shed both her socks and tossed them to the floor.

"Anyway. So, who did I happen to run right into, and I mean literally run right into, but Hot History Guy."

Which... was the nickname Alicia had given to the new history teacher immediately after seeing him for the first time.

"And your lust burned so much your clothes and his dissolved right there?" Often it was clear by her voice or expression if she was joking... here she wasn't being quite so obvious. She said this as if that could actually happen.

Imogen normally didn't go for teachers, even if Hot History Guy was very attractive. There wasn't even a rule about it, just rules about trading 'activities' for 'grading favor.' Imogen just found activities with peers more interesting. It felt more organic to her. "Okay okay, hot history guy. Go on!"

Alicia said, "Man, if they could, they would have. I mean. Or the other option. I could have just melted out of my jeans and into a puddle on the floor. Like. I was so high-strung, I seriously almost came just by running face-first into his chest." she said, and she was being serious.

"Anyway, so he looks right down at me," Because he was a pretty tall guy, with glasses, which..even though Alicia didn't normally go for glasses, there was something about these glasses that only made him seem hotter, somehow.

"And he says, 'Miss Rosalinde, is it? In a hurry to get somewhere?' in that voice of his. And you know what I say?"

Even as aroused as she is, she's barely holding back a giggle at this point.

"I say, 'Naked. I'm in a hurry to get naked.'"

Eventually they will need to find a way to get Alicia through an entire math class without her nearly exploding in her jeans. Maybe something with a vibrator that buzzes when she gets a problem right...

Imogen knows exactly the lock being talked about. He has that cool calculated man of knowledge look that clearly means he's a monster in the sheets, or wherever the two ended up.

Imogen laughs, she isn't surprised at the line, that seems where Alicia is going a lot in her life. But just... she said it to a teacher, just like that. Imogen comes down from her laughter while unbuttoning half the buttons on her blouse. "I take it he had some insights as to how you might get to naked? I hear the route there is treacherous if you go alone."

Alicia laughed a little. "I mean, I know I'm smooth and everything, but.. I had expected him to march me right to my next class. But..."

Now that 'feet' were fair game, Alicia moved one of hers to tease at one of Imogen's, the light touch sending shivers up her own spine.

"He looks around a bit and says, 'If you make it fast, Miss Rosalinde, I think we can do each other a quick favor.'"

Imogen still had one sock on. Imogen never does anything in such a simple order. But she shivers at the contact a little. It's light and simple, and she loves it. Causing her to undo another button on her blouse.

Imogen frowns a little at the line, "I figured his attempts at being all stiff were to hide he was so... stiff. So did he carry you bridal style or did you drag him off to the nearest empty closet?"

Alicia grinned, gently teasing at Imogen's toes as her eyes focused on the girl unbuttoning her blouse.

"Come on, what kind of girl do you think I am?" she asked, with mock astonishment. "The empty closet, of course." she smirked.

"In fact, we were barely inside of it before his hands were fumbling around to get the belt of my jeans undone."

Imogen played with the next button, but never actually undid it. Just using the motion to keep Alicia's eyes where she wants them.

"Right, what was I thinking," Imogen grinned, unabashedly playing footsie with the other girl.

"He made the first move? Curiouser and curiouser." She wasn't expecting that, she was expecting a superhuman feat of clothes stripping.

Oh, Alicia's eyes were very easy to direct when she was in certain moods. Such as the mood she was in right now, obviously. Though, that didn't stop her toes from being playful, teasing at and between those of the other girl.

"What, you don't think that all guys, no matter what their ages, have certain urges they can't keep from taking care of from time to time?" she smirked. "Anyway. He didn't even take my shirt off. Just bent me over, and..."

"No, I just figured you'd be faster on the draw. That by the time he closed the door you'd already have your hand..." she paused, slipping her hands under her skirt, "in his pants," her hands came down with a skimpy piece of red fabric in them, "before he knew what hit him."

Imogen was very careful to sit so nothing else could be seen after she did that, "So he bent you over?" She was smiling playfully, or like a cat who ate a canary. One or the other.

She gasped, her eyes moving down to where Imogen had removed her underwear without removing anything else.

They might not be her personal style, but skirts did have their definite advantages, after all.

"Yeah. Pulled my jeans down to halfway down my thighs.. bent me over, and stuck it right in." she said. She found that she was crossing her own legs, trying to get a little bit of pleasure through pressure at the memory. And, she also lifted her own shirt, a simple, tight-fitting t-shirt, and tossed it to the floor.

Imogen's style varied, each garment had its own pros and cons. Skirts were very nice in the summer, nice breeze, and far easier access in times of... need. But since she developed those urges, she understood the ways to take full advantage. She moved her legs just enough to shift her skirt, without ever giving anything away.

"Did he at least grope you a little? Biting? Spanking?" Imogen finds this a tad... unfulfilling. Sure, every so often a guy has bent her over like, but rarely is that where they start, and usually she likes some other choices more. Choices with more... contact.

Well, Alicia knew that Imogen went for some of those things, herself. Truth be told, Alicia did, too, every once in awhile.

"He did pull my hair.." she said. "But we only had five minutes, you know?" she smirked. "You notice how I wasn't late to English. I happen to think it's a pretty great accomplishment to be able to go for speed every once in awhile. Besides." she said, unclasping her bra and shrugging out of it. "Remember how worked up I was? It's a miracle it wasn't over with during the first thrust."

Imogen leaned forward and cupped Alicia's face, then trailed her fingers down her neck, then over her shoulder, "I am a little envious, speed is never something I can ever go for. Not unless they have toys and a lot of determination."

"Was he polite?" Imogen shrugged a shoulder out of her blouse, "Did he talk dirty? Did he thank you for your help when you were done?" Imogen always had questions when they got to talking about things like this. The devil is in the details after all. "Are you planning to get him to fuck you again?"

Well, the devil was in the details. Details such as.. how the touch of Imogen's fingers cause Alicia's breath to quicken and her exposed nipples to get hard and perky, even though her touches weren't really on Alicia's breasts at all. And how somehow, Imogen managed to make shoulders sexy.

Those were good details.

Alicia grinned. "Oh, he was very polite. Once he came in me." she smirked. "Before that, he was mostly all.. silent. You know. That kind. And yeah... I'm planning on doing that again with him."

She got a mock-thoughtful look on her face. "How did he put it? 'Obtain comfort from the use of my body'. I mean, come on, how old-fashioned is that?" she laughed. "Hell. We even shook hands afterward, if you can believe that."