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“fuck you, i’m out of here!” nicole snapped as she flipped off mr. white. “it’s not my fault you’re stuck in a shitty, dead-end job that will never please your dead wife! you couldn’t even make her orgasm, how are you gonna teach a bunch of hormonal lunatics high off bad weed?!”
“wha- nicole! nicole!” mr. white yelled after, about to reprimand her for her actions.
but unfortunately for him, nicole simply did not give a fuck. so as she heard her classmates laughing and the teacher yelling after her, nicole walked out, rolling her eyes as she entered the halls. she had better, more important places to be… like the photography darkroom.
rushing over, nicole opens the door and finds jecka sitting on the counter, waiting for her.
“took you long enough,” she said with a snicker before blowing out a puff of smoke.
nicole groused. “fuck, do you really have to smoke in here? it’s the worst place ever. dark, no windows, and full of shitty pictures. lamest place ever.”
jecka just shrugged. “needed something to do with my mouth.”
she stuck her tongue out with a wink, and nicole knew all too well what she was hinting at. her heart skipped a beat, and she didn’t waste another second without her body against jecka’s.
“you need me that badly?” nicole purred in her ear, wrapping her arms around her waist.
cigarette in one hand and the other around nicole’s neck, jecka shrugged again. “maybe i do. something wrong with that, nicole?”
sultry and soft, nicole hated how hot her name sounded in jecka’s mouth. her stomach twisted and churned, like there were bugs crawling in there.
is this what having butterflies is like? with her face flushed red and eyes unable to take them off her, nicole could only wonder what this pounding feeling was. she had an idea of what it was, but she didn’t want to believe it. she’ll just blame it on her fucked up parents.
“shut up,” nicole grumbled, and jecka did, only after nicole hastily pressed her lips against hers, desperate and needy. jecka reciprocated the feeling, crushing her cigarette between her fingertips, pushing further. getting right into it, their tongues roamed each other’s mouths as did their hands. nicole enjoyed this more than she would ever admit.
soft, quiet moans escaped jecka’s lips, and nicole drank in every single one like her life depended on it. she sucked her dry of all the desire in her body like a vampire, sinking her fangs deep into her soul. knowing jecka, she’d probably be into that. knowing herself, nicole knew that she would only like it if jecka was her victim.
or maybe she didn’t know, she couldn’t tell. the point of all this was to be able to get high off each other’s lust while maintaining their usual cordial friendship. there was no love or care in this, they weren’t made for that. so nicole ignored it, but the feeling was soul-crushing, and she could only wonder how much longer she could dismiss it; hopefully, until she’s dead.
“jecka…” nicole groaned out, her mouth moving down to jecka’s collarbone. she peppered soft kisses all over her before biting down, leaving bright, pain-riddled marks all over. she painted her canvas red for her lipstick and all the hickeys she was leaving. it might be a kink thing, but it might also be the overwhelming increase in gas, who knows.
“nicole, people are gonna see,” jecka whined, but she did nothing to push her away. maybe she liked the idea of it, that she belonged to someone.
but even if she did try to push nicole off her, she wasn’t going to listen. “then let them see. it just means that you get bitches and they don’t.”
pulling down the straps of jecka’s bright-pink tank-top, nicole wasted no time to mark her tits, fondling them with her free hands. she gave them a quick squeeze, her lips coating every part of jecka’s chest. slowly losing control of herself, jecka moaned loudly, burrowing into the crook of nicole’s neck.
moving back up, nicole found her way back to jecka’s lips, savoring her taste as she memorized the feel of her mouth. she slipped off her tank-top as she tried to keep their lips connected. she didn’t want to spend another second without jecka’s hot lips on hers.
“take your shirt off too, bitch,” jecka whined, her voice hazy and out of breath. nicole complied, putty in her arms. as she did, she couldn’t help but stand back at eye jecka up and down. the room was too dark for her to notice, but she was sure that she could feel her eyes on her. it didn’t matter though, jecka was doing the same thing to her anyway.
with one of her bra straps draped over her shoulder, jecka looked like a hot mess, disheveled in the most erotic way possible. from what nicole could make out, jecka’s hair was a mess, and the red in her face matched the red of her hickeys, trailing all the way down to her tits. her eyes were hungry and wide, impatient and needing more of what nicole could only provide.
nicole admired her handiwork, her eyes lingering longer than they should. maybe she was also admiring jecka’s natural beauty, but not in a romantic way, not at all. jecka was hot, it was a fact. but for nicole to find her beautiful was a different story. it was more intimate, more real, and nicole wasn’t ready to face that fact.
so she decided not to, quickly planting her lips back onto jecka’s as their chests pressed up against each other. they moaned into each other’s mouths, desperate for more. lust overcame them, and nicole wasn’t sure if she was happy about that or not. it was just lust, not love, and that’s what she wanted, right?
jecka has been there for her since she moved to this absolute shit-show of a school, and although she could be a brat at times, nicole enjoyed every second spent with her. whether that be making fun of the guys at their school or smoking weed, it was fun and full of life. nicole was glad to have her here with her.
but did it really stop at just platonic affection? clearly not since they were busy making out in the middle of their classes. but beyond physical touch, was there any other type of love? was this just sexual? and would it always be sexual?
did nicole want that? did she want to stay friends-with-benefits, or did she want something more, something fulfilling? did jecka want that? she couldn’t tell, and she absolutely couldn’t tell why she was thinking about this while her tongue was down jecka’s throat. what a waste of time and attention.
turning off her brain for a second, nicole went back to feverishly kissing jecka, her hands feeling around and pulling her closer. every little sound jecka made only turned her on more, and she wanted to hear more. she wanted to be the one that knew jecka best, that knew every inch of her body and personality of her soul.
was that too greedy of her? to want to monopolize every part of jecka and claim it as her own? did nicole care? yes, yes she did. if that’s what she wanted, then what they had wasn’t just physical, at least, not for her; and she hated the idea of that.
so even with jecka’s touching her all over, nicole would label it as nothing more than sexual. she didn’t want to date her, she just wanted to let off some steam. love meant nothing to her, and she certainly did not love jecka in any capacity. it’d be crazy, absolutely insane.
but would it really? either way, nicole didn’t plan on finding out.