Chloe’s Secret Desire

[December 2001]

Fandom: Smallville
Title: Chloe’s Secret Desire
PenName: EV
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chloe finds herself excited by a particular Smallville sweatheart.
Warning(s): Pretty much plotless femslash style smut.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters featured in the WB teen drama series Smallville. No copyright infringement intended.

It was the weekend, but Chloe had gotten permission to finish up Monday’s edition of the paper that evening. She worked into the night, getting things together. She knew her father would complain about how late she was getting in.

Chloe sat staring at a picture of the cheerleading squad. It went with an announcement about the pep rally. She was forced to put little bit stories like this in the paper just to keep school’s administrators happy. She wanted to do real news, but she didn’t mind little stories like this so much when Lana was in the squad. She couldn’t let Pete or Clark know about her secret desire for Lana Lang. Even as she laughed, she understood exactly what made Clark melt at the sight of her. She put the current picture down and pulled up an old picture of Lana on the computer. Not that old, about a month back.

She was smiling. It made Chloe smile looking at her. She licked her lips staring at the pictureof the lucious girl in front of her. She closed her eyes, preserving the image of Lana in her head. She ran a hand across her own breast, imagining Lana’s hand on her skin. Her other hand rubbed between her legs. She hoped the wetness wasn’t to obvious between her legs. She still had to walk home. She had wore white sweats. She hasn’t planned it that way, but it gave her easy access. Her hand simply slipped under the waistband of the sweatpants, inside her panties.

She moved inside herself as she stared at the picture of Lana.

Harder, faster, moaning, she wished it were Lana’s hand inside her. She griped the finger of her free hand inbetween her teeth. She imagined the beatiful Lana standing near her, kissing her deeply, touching her where she was touching herself. Her movements quickened at the erotic thought.

She started muttering obcenities as she reached the point of release.

As her body calmed, she looked back at the beautiful face on the computer. “If only you knew what you do to me.”

She reluctantly went to wash her hands and get ready to go home.

The cheerleader, of all the girls she had to like, it had to be the cheerleader. But she wasn’t one of the peepy cheer squaders anymore, even if she was still dating a dumb jock. Ah well, tommorow was another day, another chance to see the object of her desire in the flesh.

The end

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