My Girlfriend Mistress

Chapter 9:Team Building

The van finally pulls up, its engine humming softly. Lyka’s face lights up, and she starts to head towards it, her anticipation growing. Just then, she feels a familiar presence beside her.

Veronica walks over from the side of the building.

Suddenly, Lyka’s phone buzzes in her pocket. She quickly checks it and sees a message from Veronica:

“I won’t be riding with the team. I need to ride with TL in the van.”

Lyka’s smile falters slightly, but she quickly masks her feelings, trying to stay cheerful.

Lyka:

(reading the message) “Oh, okay. I see.”

Just then, Celine appears from around the corner, sprinting toward Veronica with a bright, eager expression. Celine’s eyes sparkle as she approaches Veronica and, with a playful pout, shows her face to her.

Celine:

“Can I sit with you? Please?”

Veronica turns to look at her, her expression softening. Without noticing Lyka standing nearby, Veronica nods gently and gestures toward the van.

Veronica:

“Sure, Celine. You can sit with me.”

Celine beams happily and steps into the van, her smile wide. Veronica turns to follow, and Lyka watches her go, a sudden surge of jealousy prickling inside her. She feels a sting — a mix of longing and hurt — as she sees Veronica sitting comfortably with Celine, completely unaware of Lyka’s feelings in that moment.

Lyka’s fists tighten slightly, her heart pounding, as she watches the scene unfold. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the ache of jealousy lingers.

The van gradually comes to a stop, and the team begins to unload their gear. The fresh scent of pine and campfire fills the air as everyone starts setting up tents and organizing their supplies. Lyka watches her teammates bustling around, trying to shake off the lingering feelings of jealousy and hurt.

After a while, Veronica steps out of the van. She notices Lyka standing nearby, lost in thought. With a gentle smile, Veronica approaches her, holding out a sandwich.

Veronica:

“Hey, I brought this for you. I know you didn’t have breakfast yet.”

Lyka’s eyes widen slightly, surprised by the gesture. But as Veronica gets closer, Lyka instinctively takes a step back and avoids her gaze, subtly sidestepping to the side.

Lyka:

(quickly) “Oh, thank you, but I’m fine.”

Veronica pauses, her expression turning a little thoughtful. She notices Lyka’s sudden avoidance and frowns slightly, wondering if she did something wrong.

Veronica:

(softly) “Are you sure? You’ve seemed a bit off today. Did I do something to upset you?”

Lyka hesitates, then shakes her head quickly, forcing a small smile.

Lyka:

“No, it’s nothing. I’m just not really hungry right now.”

Veronica studies her for a moment, sensing that there might be more beneath the surface. After a brief pause, she gives a gentle nod.

Veronica:

(kindly) “Okay. If you’re not in the mood, I understand. You should go spend time with the team. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Without pressing further, Veronica steps back and joins the others, leaving Lyka to stand alone. Lyka watches her go, mixed feelings swirling inside her — confusion, guilt, and a hint of sadness.

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and then turns back to her teammates, determined to enjoy the rest of the trip despite the complicated feelings swirling within her.

As Veronica walks away, Lyka watches her go, feeling a heavy lump form in her throat. She instinctively ducks her head, trying to hide the tears threatening to spill over.

She had hoped Veronica would notice her discomfort, perhaps come back to ask if she was okay, but Veronica simply joined the others, oblivious to her inner turmoil.

Lyka’s heart aches as she observes Veronica walking with Celine, laughing softly at something and sharing a moment she wishes she could be part of.

Jealousy flickers again — not just at Celine, but at how effortlessly Veronica seems to be able to move on, ignoring Lyka’s silent distress.

A pang of bitterness rises within her. She clenches her fists, feeling a mixture of sadness, frustration, and a desire to protect herself from more hurt. With a determined breath, Lyka decides she won’t let herself become vulnerable anymore.

She vows to herself: She will avoid Veronica for the entire team-building. No more lingering glances, no more smiles that don’t reach her heart. She will stay away, focus on her own space, and keep her feelings guarded.

Lyka turns away from the scene, walking a little further into the woods where she can be alone. She finds a quiet spot behind a cluster of trees, taking a seat on a fallen log.

Her mind races, but her resolve is clear — she won’t chase after Veronica or seek her out today. For now, she needs to protect her heart and regain her composure.

The day had been filled with laughter, team games, and shared stories. Lyka had gradually started to enjoy herself, feeling lighter and more connected with her teammates.

As the sun dipped lower, casting warm orange hues across the woods, Lyka wandered along a quiet trail, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, while walking deeper into the woods, Lyka's gaze caught sight of Veronica.

She was walking alongside a group of team leaders, their voices animated as they discussed plans. Beside Veronica, Celine was laughing, her eyes sparkling as they shared a private joke.

A sharp pang hit Lyka’s chest. She felt a wave of jealousy and sadness flood her again. Her heart clenched painfully, and she quickly looked away, trying to hide the tears that suddenly blurred her vision.

Just as she was about to turn back, Veronica suddenly looked up and caught sight of Lyka standing there.

Their eyes met for a brief moment — and Lyka saw the concern flicker across Veronica’s face. Before she could react, Veronica immediately broke away from the group and started running toward her.

Veronica:

“Lyka! Wait!”

Lyka’s eyes widened, but she was faster. She slipped through the trees and reached her tent first, slipping inside and swiftly locking the zipper. She pressed her back against the fabric, trying to steady her trembling hands and calm her racing heart.

Lyka hurriedly slipped into her tent, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly zipped it shut, leaning against the fabric as tears welled up again.

She just wanted a moment to breathe, to gather herself away from everything.

Suddenly, she heard a soft, persistent knocking. Her heart skipped a beat. Before she could respond, the tent flap was gently pushed aside. Veronica’s face appeared at the opening.

Veronica:

“Lyka... please...” Veronica’s eyes looked sincere and a little worried. She stepped inside slowly, her voice soft. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.

I was just talking to Celine and the others. I didn’t realize you’d be so upset.”

Lyka froze, her breath hitching as she looked at Veronica. The tears threatened to spill over again, but she felt a surge of conflicting emotions — relief, confusion, and lingering hurt.

Veronica took a few cautious steps closer and then, without hesitation, she opened her arms.

Veronica:

“Can I hug you? I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Lyka hesitated for a moment, then slowly, she allowed herself to be pulled into Veronica’s embrace. She rested her head on Veronica’s shoulder, her body trembling slightly.

Veronica whispered softly, holding her gently:

Veronica:

“I’m really sorry if I made you feel ignored or jealous. I didn’t mean to hurt you. We’re just talking, I swear. I care about you, Lyka. Please don’t think I don’t notice you.”

Lyka closed her eyes, feeling Veronica’s warmth and understanding. For a moment, she let herself feel safe in Veronica’s arms, even as her heart still struggled with the pain.

She knew she needed to be honest with herself, but right now, she just needed to feel understood.

After a few moments, Lyka gently pulled away, her cheeks flushed but a little calmer.

Veronica and Lyka huddled inside the tent, the soft glow of a lantern casting a warm light over their faces. The air was thick with anticipation as Veronica pulled Lyka closer, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Suddenly, Veronica leaned in and kissed Lyka, her lips soft and inviting.

Lyka felt a rush of heat course through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest.

The taste of alcohol lingered on Veronica's mouth, a hint of something sweet and intoxicating. As they parted, Lyka looked into Veronica's eyes, a mixture of surprise and desire in her gaze.

"Are you drunk?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their own breathing.

Veronica didn't answer Lyka's question, instead, she deepened the kiss, her lips hungry and demanding. Lyka could feel the urgency in Veronica's touch, the way her hands roamed over her body, igniting a fire within her.

"I'm so horny right now," Veronica murmured against Lyka's lips, her breath hot and ragged.

"I think Celine put some drugs in my drink." Lyka's eyes widened, but any thought of protest was quickly silenced as Veronica's mouth claimed hers once more.

Lyka moaned softly, her body responding to Veronica's touch as if it had a mind of its own.

Veronica's hands found their way under Lyka's shirt, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. Lyka arched into her touch, her own hands tangling in Veronica's hair, pulling her closer.

"Veronica," she gasped, her voice thick with desire.

"What are you doing to me?" Veronica chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Lyka's spine.

"I'm making you feel good, Lyka," she whispered, her lips trailing kisses down Lyka's neck. Lyka moaned again, her head falling back to give Veronica better access.

The tent was filled with the sound of their breathing, their moans, the rustle of clothing as they explored each other's bodies.

Veronica's hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, driving Lyka to the brink of madness.

"I need you," Lyka panted, her voice barely recognizable. Veronica looked up at her, her eyes dark with desire.

"You have me, Lyka," she said, her voice a low growl.

"I'm all yours." And with that, she claimed Lyka's mouth once more, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they lost themselves in each other.

Veronica's hands were suddenly everywhere, tugging at Lyka's clothes with a fierce urgency. Lyka helped her, their fingers fumbling and clumsy in their haste.

Within moments, Lyka was bare before Veronica, her skin flushed and her breath coming in short gasps. Veronica's eyes roamed over Lyka's body, a hunger evident in her gaze.

She leaned down, her tongue tracing a path from Lyka's collarbone to her neck, then lower, until she reached her breasts.

Lyka moaned loudly, arching her back as Veronica took one n****e into her mouth, sucking and nipping until Lyka was a writhing mess. Veronica moved to the other breast, her hands kneading and caressing, her mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Lyka's moans filled the tent, raw and uninhibited. She didn't care who heard; all she knew was the overwhelming sensation of Veronica's touch. As Veronica's lips and tongue moved lower, Lyka's breath hitched in anticipation.

Veronica's hands parted Lyka's thighs, and she settled between them, her breath hot against Lyka's most intimate place. Lyka's moans turned to pleas, her hips bucking as Veronica's tongue found her c**t, circling and teasing. Lyka's hands gripped the fabric of the tent, her knuckles white as she held on for dear life.

Veronica's tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of Lyka's p***y, tasting her, devouring her. Lyka's moans became incoherent, her body shaking with the intensity of her pleasure.

"Veronica," she cried out, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy.

"Oh god, Veronica!" Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, each one more intense than the last.

Lyka's mind was a blur, her thoughts fragmented, her body alive with sensation. She couldn't explain what she was feeling; all she knew was that Veronica was the cause, and she never wanted it to end.

Veronica positioned herself beside Lyka. She pulled Lyka into a deep, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths.

Veronica's left hand cupped Lyka's breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, her thumb circling the sensitive n****e. Lyka moaned into the kiss, her body already responding to Veronica's touch once again.

Veronica's right hand trailed down Lyka's stomach, her fingers finding their way to Lyka's p***y.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she slipped two fingers inside, her thumb continuing to tease Lyka's c**t.

Lyka gasped, her hips bucking against Veronica's hand. The sensation was overwhelming, her body already so sensitive from her first release.

Veronica's fingers moved in a rhythm, in and out, her palm grinding against Lyka's c**t with each thrust. Lyka's moans turned to whimpers, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure.

"Veronica," she panted, her voice barely recognizable.

"Oh god, Veronica, I can't... I can't take anymore." But Veronica didn't stop. Her fingers continued their relentless assault, her thumb circling and pressing, building Lyka higher and higher.

Lyka's body tensed, her muscles coiling tight as she approached the edge. She could feel it, the pressure building, the sensation of something more, something powerful.

"Veronica," she cried out, her voice a mix of fear and anticipation. "I think... I think I'm going to squirt." Veronica's response was a low growl, her fingers moving faster, her thumb pressing harder.

"Do it, Lyka," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

"Let go for me." And with that, Lyka's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around Veronica's fingers.

A gush of fluid escaped her, soaking Veronica's hand, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Lyka's scream filled the tent, raw and primal, her body shaking with the force of her release. Veronica held her through it, her fingers still moving, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Lyka collapsed against her, her body limp and sated, her mind a blur of sensation and ecstasy.

Veronica, her body still humming with the aftermath of Lyka's release, leaned in close, her lips brushing against Lyka's ear.

"Lyka," she whispered, her voice a low, husky plea.

"Please eat me. I need to release too." Lyka's smirk was slow and sensual, a promise of pleasure to come.

She could feel the effect of the drugs coursing through her own veins, heightening her desire, making her crave more.

"With pleasure," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. She pushed Veronica onto her back, her hands roaming over Veronica's body, tracing the curves and valleys of her flesh.

Veronica's skin was flushed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Lyka could see the desire in her eyes, the need for release.

She leaned down, her lips capturing Veronica's in a deep, hungry kiss. Veronica moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Lyka's hair, pulling her closer. Lyka trailed kisses down Veronica's neck, her collarbone, her breasts, her tongue circling and teasing until Veronica was a writhing mess beneath her.

She continued her journey lower, her hands parting Veronica's thighs, her breath hot against Veronica's most intimate place.

Veronica's hips bucked, a plea for more. Lyka smiled, a slow, sensual curve of her lips. She leaned in, her tongue tracing a path up Veronica's slit, tasting her, teasing her.

Veronica's moans filled the tent, raw and uninhibited. Lyka's fingers found Veronica's entrance, slipping inside with ease, her thumb circling and pressing against her c**t.

Veronica's body tensed, her muscles coiling tight as Lyka brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Lyka's tongue moved in sync with her fingers, exploring every inch of Veronica's p***y, tasting her, devouring her. Veronica's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around Lyka's fingers as she came, her scream of release echoing through the tent.

Lyka held her through it, her fingers and tongue drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Veronica collapsed against the tent floor, her body limp and sated, her mind a blur of sensation and ecstasy.

Lyka lay beside her, a satisfied smirk on her face, her body still humming with the aftereffects of the drugs and the pleasure they'd shared.

As Veronica gently released her from the hug, Lyka watched her with a soft, lingering smile. Veronica, exhausted from her efforts to reassure and comfort her, immediately sank onto her side of the tent, her eyes fluttering shut.

Lyka couldn’t help but feel warmth spread through her as she saw Veronica drift into sleep so peacefully. A gentle smile curved her lips, and in that quiet moment, her heart felt a little lighter.

Without hesitation, Lyka moved closer, carefully wrapping her arms around Veronica’s sleeping form.

She held her gently, feeling the steady rise and fall of Veronica’s breath, and then, softly, she settled down beside her, curling into her side.

For a while, Lyka simply watched Veronica sleep, feeling a deep sense of relief and affection.

She closed her eyes, her heart full of tender feelings, and let herself drift into peaceful sleep beside her, comforted by the presence of someone who cared so much.

The night wrapped around them in silence, the only sounds the quiet breathing of two hearts finally at ease.