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"Have you ever done it with a girl?"
The question seemed to catch Veronica off guard, and Heather revealed in the quick hitch of her breath.
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean."
A low chuckle came over the phone line, "yes, I have. Why?"
"Is it different? Than doing it with a guy, I mean."
"Well yeah, of course it is."
Duke's curiosity was gnawing away at her, one part of her wanted to be so explicit, sprouting out every question she was desperate to have answered, but something was inhibiting that. Although it might not have been obvious, Heather had worked pretty fucking hard to get this far, to even consider asking these questions to Veronica to all people had taken months of reconditioning on her part.
"How?"
"In my experience at least, it's easier to top girls than guys. Boys get weird about that sort of thing, right? Plus they usually don't put on much of a show for you either- and sure sometimes skipping formalities is more satisfying, but with girls... everything is so-" Veronica began to trail off as she searched for the right word, and Duke felt her head reel. So, Veronica was a confirmed top, fantastic news. Duke leaned back against her headboard, waiting for Veronica to continue.
"Close?" Duke offered after another beat of silence.
"Yes, yes! Girls take more time with you, I think they just get it more? Like what makes you hot and stuff."
What makes you hot, Veronica? Duke kept that query to herself but allowed herself to get lost in the possibilities. Did Veronica like the quiet, secretive types? The ones who'd drag her into empty classes or closets in between periods? Or maybe the explicit or demanding type, who'd take any chance they had to get her hands on them. Perhaps she'd get the answer soon enough. Duke bit down on the inside of her cheek and eyed the hem of her nightdress.
"They're also a lot softer than guys."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," She exhaled Heather could almost hear the grin in her voice, "Kissing them is fucking great, they're so warm and kinda careful with you. Not to mention their bodies are... amazing."
Duke felt herself burning up. Would Veronica like her body? She wasn't as skinny as the other Heathers, despite her 'best efforts'. It was something she had obsessed over since middle school, and while she had abandoned some of the more dangerous coping mechanisms, there was always a moderate to severe discomfort when Duke thought about herself, and how she'd look in the eyes of someone else.
"I uh, I really like girls bodies. And I like making girls feeling good about their bodies."
"What does that mean?" Although Duke could kind of guess.
"A lot of it is talk, telling them how perfect they look underneath me, how they glow, how they feel... also a lot of kissing. Kissing their necks, chests, stomachs, thighs."
Heather was about to fucking lose it, did Veronica know what she was doing? She had that stupid and ridiculously sexy tone in her voice, a little gravely and dry, and quiet.
She felt a surge of boldness, "And if someone were to go about doing the same... how would they do it?"
Veronica seemed to catch on, "well, Heather, You'd probably want to start off slowly, kissing her slowly, resting your hands on her hips or cupping her face, maybe gently brush the hair out of her face. It'll get hotter as you go on, I usually break off and kiss her jaw or bite at her neck, girls like that."
"They do."
Silence, and then-
"Do you, Heather?"
"...Yes," Heather bit down on her lip, she kept the phone in place against her ear with her shoulder, slowly trailing her hands down her own body, stopping just beyond of the end of her dress, lightly brushing the pad of her finger over the skin.
A light, breathy laugh came through the phone, making the hairs on that back of Heather's neck stand straight. "Would you like me to continue?"
"Yes."
"Alright then... where did we leave off?" Bastard.
"You were kissing her neck."
"Right... well, gradually, I'd start going lower, slipping my hands under her shirt a bit, tracing small circles into the skin on her back as I go back to kissing her again. Biting down on her lip as her breath starts to quicken. She'll start to want a little more, and who am I to deny that. I'd pull away, looking at her in the eye as I unbutton-"
"What if she was wearing a dress?" Heather quickly cut in. To hell with subtlety, Heather wanted this, she needed Veronica to tell her exactly what she'd do to her if it was Duke standing before her. Her hands were slowly trailing down her thighs, pushing back the dress until her hand was resting on her underwear.
"I'd hook my finger under the strap and slowly pull it off her shoulder, kissing the base of her neck as I did. The same with the other side. Then I'd ease the dress down her body, licking and nipping as I followed it down."
Duke shifted herself slightly, letting her legs fall apart as two fingers lingered at the hem of her underwear, her breathing was getting a little louder as she grew hotter and hotter. "Keep going..."
Veronica happily obliged, "I'd kiss and nip at her stomach, but not nearly hard enough to hurt, slowly running my hands down her sides. 'You look so perfect, so wonderful,' I'd say as I fiddle with her bra clasp."
"I'm not wearing a bra."
There was a change in Veronica's voice, although subtle, it reverberated through Heather, "Lucky me."
There was no going back now, Duke thought as her fingers slipped underneath the fabric of her underwear, she took her time, gently circling her pointer finger over her clit.
"Do you like this, Heather? Imagining that it's you underneath me. Imagining that it's my hands over your body."
"Yes," She said breathlessly. God, could Veronica read her mind? How was she so good at this?
"That's good because I'm imagining it's you too."
Heather twitched, a soft moan escaping out of her lips. "Keep going, Ronnie..."
"I'd stop at your hips, kissing along them as you start to squirm, wanting me to go further but savouring every touch, every kiss, every bite, slowly pushing down your underwear."
Heather was soaking, rubbing her in small, fast circles. "Oh god, Veronica... touch me..."
"I'd move back up to kiss you first," Veronica replied, "This time it'd be hot and heavy, but short too... I'd run my hands over your chest, savouring this for myself because you're so fucking perfect. So beautiful and sweet, I'd kiss you again and again as I went back down, kissing your hips and the inside of your thighs."
Heather's eyes squeezed shut, letting out an embarrassing whimper.
"Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how much you want me."
"Please Ronnie..."
"Okay, baby, you want me to pull you closer, yeah? To slowly tongue at your clit until you shake? To feel how wet you are for me? Tasting how much you want me?"
Heather found herself nodding as she answered, a string of yes's and oh god's.
"God, you look so perfect like this... so beautiful for me."
"Veronica I need to-"
"Do it, fuck yourself and pretend it's me..." Veronica urged, Heather felt a small twinge of pride, realising that Veronica was also taking pleasure from this too, pleasure from her. "You want me to fuck you, right? Fuck you while I eat you out?"
"Oh god yes!" Heather cried as she slipped a finger inside herself, followed quickly by another.
"Or maybe I'll fuck you as I kiss you? Let you taste yourself on my tongue?" Veronica's breath was starting to get heavier, Heather was about to lose her mind over the thought of Veronica with her hand down her pants, getting off to this just as she was.
"I'd kiss you harder as I kept going, rocking my fingers inside of you as- oh~"
"Fuck," Heather moaned, "fuck Ronnie, I need you so badly."
"Ever since I met you, I thought of how heavenly you would be, I wanted to explore every inch of you, to hear you whisper my name as I slipped my hand under your skirt, to feel you tighten around me as you came,"
"I'm so close Ronnie,"
"I'd kiss you right as you did, feel you moan into my mouth, feel you ride it out, feel you shake as you come down from it."
"Veronica!"
"Come on baby, come for me,"
It didn't take Heather very long after that to finally release, rocking against herself as she listened to Veronica's softer moans over the phone as she quickly followed suit. Her chest was rising and falling as she pulled out of herself, wiping her fingers on her bedding.
"God Veronica, that was..."
"Pretty incredible right?"
"Yeah," She panted, biting her lip as she unstuck the curls from her forehead. "Did you mean everything you said? About wanting me..." Duke found herself bracing for the answer. What if it was all just talk? Just something in the moment that Veronica thought Heather would like to hear.
"Heather, my dear, I meant every single word."