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“fuck, don’t be such a greedy whore, nicole!” jecka sneered, snatching the blunt from nicole’s fingers. “what are you, an obese kid in a fast-food chain?”
if it were anyone else, nicole would take it back and give them a black eye from separating her from her weed. but it was jecka, so she just rolled her eyes and complied.
she opted for bad vodka instead, the taste burning her throat. fuck, it really is bad. but if that’s all they can get, then they’d take it. with some band thinking they’re punk playing the background, nicole always found herself enjoying getting completely fucked up with jecka. it was calming and free of pressure; it also helped that they got to make out a shit ton.
though, nicole would be lying if she said that she didn’t want to try more. at the very beginning, she really didn’t want to. she probably didn’t swing that way and wasn’t planning on finding out, so she settled for just some casual making out. jecka seemed to feel the same, so nicole didn’t push further or ask for more.
“holy fuck, that’s good,” jecka sighed out, a hazy look glazing over her eyes. and yet, high and full of drugs, she was as beautiful as ever. “god, i wish i could fuck this blunt.”
“...yeah,” nicole muttered, taking a large swig. the drunker she got, the more she wanted to know more, to feel more, to kiss jecka and never stop; or maybe she just always has.
my chemical romance fading into nothing, nicole found herself eyeing jecka up and down, wanting to eat her up. from her sultry eyes to her perky tits, nicole couldn’t stop herself from leaning in, taking the blunt from jecka’s lips and replacing it with her own. rough but sweet, nicole didn’t waste any time slipping her tongue in, savoring jecka’s taste.
hot and heavy, nicole had jecka pinned against her bedframe, her hand holding on tightly to the metallic headboard. meanwhile, jecka instinctively interlocked her hands around nicole’s neck as if it were her second nature; and with how often they make out, it might as well be her second nature by now.
still busying jecka, nicole smushed the blunt into the ashtray, snuffing it out. sure, it was a waste of perfectly good weed, but she’d much rather get high off jecka. now that her other hand was free, nicole ran her hand up jecka’s bright-pink tank top, feeling her cold skin clash with her blazing one. her hand inched closed, tracing the line of jecka’s thin waist.
but just before nicole could do anything, jecka pushed back, running out of breath. seems like nicole got a little too eager.
“i wasn’t done with that yet, nicole!” jecka whined, pouting as she glared at her. as much as nicole could empathize with her, she couldn’t care less right now.
“and i wasn’t done with you,” nicole snapped back before crashing her lips back into jecka’s, who seemed to be out of complaints now. searching around, nicole wanted to memorize every inch of jecka’s seductive mouth, her tongue feeling every corner and crevice. jecka moaned, turning nicole on even more.
as they continued to make out, nicole didn’t know how much longer she could ignore it: she wanted to eat jecka out, she wanted to try even though she didn’t know how and watch her squirm just from her touch. jecka already was by the way she kept whining every time nicole played with her tits, but she wanted to hear more, to taste more.
she waited first, waiting for the right moment. soon enough, both of them had their shirts taken off as nicole left tiny marks all over jecka’s collarbone. one of her favorite parts was watching jecka’s pale skin flush red, painting a beautiful story that only the two of them would ever know. it was a little twisted and possessive, but neither of them seemed to care.
as nicole moved back, a string of saliva connected her to the faint hickeys and bite marks that were etched into jecka’s chest. jecka looked so good underneath her, all disheveled and needy, littered with nicole’s audacious doings. but she couldn’t help but wonder what jecka would look like from above; only one way to find out.
“hey, jecka,” nicole called out, her face hot and flushed, “can i eat you out?”
jecka just stared at her like she grew an extra head. “nicole… what the fuck are you talking about? do you hear yourself right now?”
nicole nodded as she leaned in, her lips mere inches away from jecka’s, teasing her.
“i’ve been thinking about it for a while,” she admitted, her mind hazy with lust, “and i wanna try it out. i think it’d be nice.”
nicole didn’t mention the part where the lines between being in love and friends-with-benefits began to blur in her mind; jecka probably wouldn’t like that, and neither did she.
nicole knew that she had to come to terms with it eventually. it wasn’t like some fucked-up sexual trauma she could exploit and make jokes out of, these were her real, actual feelings, and to her, that was so much worse. why couldn’t jecka be a gross pedophile and not her hot best friend, it would’ve made things so much easier.
either way, nicole figured that she’d figure out her mess of a heart after she ate jecka out.
“can i?” nicole asked, getting even closer. “please, jecka?”
nicole watched as the red in jecka’s face grew, her pupils dilating with desire and adoration. she wanted this too, didn’t she? she was just too scared to admit it. nicole read her like a book, and it only made her want her more.
giving in, jecka sighed. “ugh, fine, whatever, nicole. but if you don’t make me orgasm, i’m never letting your mouth near my pussy again, or my tits.”
backing up, nicole snickered and rolled her eyes. “oh, woe is me. i’ll live, bitch. besides…”
closing the distance between them once more, nicole smirked.
“what makes you so confident that i won’t?” nicole teased before moving down to her crotch. but if she had just looked into jecka’s eyes for moment longer, she would’ve noticed the love-struck look that crossed her face. nicole was too busy unbuttoning jecka’s shorts to even think about that though.
pulling aside her pink underwear, nicole found herself getting cold feet, unable to tear her eyes away from jecka’s pussy. what if she messed up? what if it didn’t feel good? what if jecka was going to hate her? her mind spiraled into an empty abyss of doubt, her heart racing from both the anxiety of it and jecka’s beautiful body.
but of course, nicole would never let it show on her face, vulnerability was for loser virgins who want to kill themselves. “damn, you’re this wet already, what are you, a water park?”
“shut the fuck up, nicole!” jecka shouted, covering her face. “this is embarrassing enough as it is, quit making it worse!”
nicole’s life goal was to annoy and tease the shit out of jecka, but see the worry in her eyes told her that maybe she should give in this time. maybe jecka’s heart was beating as nicole’s, maybe she was just as nervous as she was. nicole knew it would be too good to be true, but maybe jecka wanted this as much as she did; just maybe.
slowly, she slipped jecka’s underwear off too, taking a deep breath before going for it. pushing her tongue deep into jecka, it was warm and wet, and to be honest, nicole didn’t really like it that much. it felt weird, and she didn’t feel like she was doing it right, even after putting a finger in along with her tongue.
but as she went further in, jecka’s moans filled the air, and nicole drank them in like the crappy vodka she stole. she squirmed and wriggled, a complete hot mess. she gripped the bedsheets, trying to calm herself down as nicole fingered her more and more. it felt good, nicole was making her feel good.
using that confidence boost, nicole kept going, her tongue slurping and licking jecka’s clit. she hated the wet, slippery sound it made, but it was soon overpowered by jecka’s whines and whimpers, her toes curling and head thrown back. nicole looked up at her with hungry eyes. this was the best decision she’s made in ages.
nicole pushed her fingers in more, feeling around as her other hand caressed jecka's thigh. it mingled with her tongue, and nicole made sure to drink in every drop of cum leaking out from jecka. as she went on, nicole felt her own pussy start to throb, needing to be satisfied. but right now, she wanted to focus on jecka and jecka alone.
but it didn’t take long before jecka reached her limit, her moans getting louder as she got closer to her orgasm. nicole went faster and harder, her mind fogging up with thoughts of jecka’s beautiful sounds. god, why didn’t nicole do this sooner? she could’ve been sucking jecka’s clit like a whore this whole time,
soon enough, jecka came with a loud, echoing moan, her orgasm getting all over nicole’s face. she did her best to lick it all up, wiping the rest with a tissue. as she cleaned up, she watched the slow rising and falling of jecka’s chest, finally coming down from her high as her eyes met nicole’s.
neither of them said a word, too busy catching their breaths. now that the adrenaline was wearing off, nicole felt her stomach twist and churn, heavy regret wearing her down. what if this was a bad idea? what if jecka hated it? what if she hated nicole? anxiety washed over her again, her chest aching and burning.
“...nicole,” jecka breathed out, her eyes void of light and life. nicole just looked at her, the spiraling thoughts coming to a halt. jecka didn’t say anything else after that, still catching her breath. what did she want to say? waiting patiently, nicole watched as jecka sat up, her breathing more stable; and yet, her eyes still looked dull, angry and confused even.
slowly, jecka opened her mouth as nicole’s eyes widened with anticipation when finally…
“nicole, what the hell are we doing?”