Work Text:
It was late when Tori, Cat, and Jade finally returned to LA after the disaster that was their visit to Mona Patterson’s house.
After a four-hour drive under the rain, the only thing Tori wanted was to shower and go straight to bed — but she couldn’t. When they arrived at Tori’s house, Jade parked Cat’s brother’s car on the side of the street and strode right through the front door, inviting herself over without even asking. Tori didn’t put up a fight for two reasons: the first was that Jade had driven them around for hours only because Tori had asked her. Secondly, Jade’s presence didn’t change the fact that Tori and Cat still had to finish their science project, so Tori’s bed would have had to wait anyway.
Thinking about everything she still had to do made Tori want to scream in a pillow. Instead, she turned to Cat and tried to organize a productive evening.
“First of all, let’s get out of these wet clothes before the puddle under us gets worse,” Tori started. Cat looked down at the clear traces they had left on the floor and opened her mouth. Tori went on like she hadn’t noticed. “You can go up to the master bathroom to take a shower, Cat. It’s through my parents’ bedroom, I’ll…”
“Yes,” Jade interrupted. “I’ll take that.” And the Goth marched up the stairs before anyone could protest, locking herself in the master bathroom without a by-your-leave.
Tori looked heavenward but didn’t have the strength to chide Jade for her manners — not after the Goth had driven them to San Diego and back, at least.
She turned to Cat. Tori could use her own bathroom, the one she shared with Trina, to shower and warm up before changing into some dry clothes, but she didn’t feel like she could leave Cat wet and alone in her living room. They still had to start working on their project to present it the following day, and Cat being sick wouldn’t help.
“Just… take off your wet clothes and I’ll get you towels and everything.”
Cat nodded, playing with a strand of damp, red hair.
So, rather than getting mad about Jade claiming the first shower, Tori kept busy by preparing some clothes for Cat. The redhead would be much more comfortable if she could change into fluffy pajamas after Jade freed the master bathroom and gave her a chance to shower.
Tori led Cat to her parents’ door and left her waiting outside as she headed to her bedroom to gather the necessities. When she finally gave Cat everything she would need, Tori felt even damper than she had been before getting home. She headed to the bathroom she shared with Trina with little remorse. Maybe in different circumstances, Tori would have postponed her own shower and let her guest have it, but she had done what she could for Cat. She stopped feeling charitable when she removed her bra and had to squeeze the water out. Tori jumped under the hot spray of the shower, trying to stop her teeth clattering after she spent hours under the rain and an old lady hit her with a water pistol.
It took some time, but it worked. Finally warm, Tori left the steamy bathroom and returned to her room. She put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, too tired to make an effort, and sat on her bed to start patting her hair dry, happy to be alone after a long day.
It wasn’t to be. The door of her room was opened none-too-gently and closed with the same care, the bang! making her jump in fright. Tori leaped from her bed with her hands on her hips, pissed off about having dropped her white, wet towel on the ground.
“Jade! The word privacy rings any bells? I could’ve been naked in here!”
Jade only raised an eyebrow, the shadow of a smirk curving her lips.
“You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. Literally.”
Toni’s eyes widened, and she hissed, “I thought we weren’t gonna talk about it?!” But even as she spoke she felt her cheeks flush. The reaction was so automatic it didn’t even bother her anymore — or so she tried to tell herself.
Jade ignored her words, walking into Tori’s room to snoop around as if it was her right, perusing the trinkets on her shelves, and Tori could do nothing but stare at her.
Jade had made herself at home after showering in the master bathroom, hogging the best hair dryer for half an hour, and raiding Trina’s wardrobe for her darkest clothes. Tori couldn’t ignore how much better they suited the Goth, proceeding to mentally berate herself when that particular thought, and her body’s reaction to it, registered.
Soon enough, Jade stopped trailing her fingers all over Tori’s things and turned to fix an intense stare on her classmate, murmuring, “Whatever. You made me drive four hours in the rain for no good reason, you know you owe me.”
It was like those words from Jade’s mouth were a direct link to the pleasure switch in Tori’s brain, the one that flipped every time Jade came too close with dirty, dirty things on her mind.
“It was for Cat—“ Tori protested, but a hard look from Jade made her huff. “Oh, like you could have just let her cry on!”
Jade raised an eyebrow and the side of her mouth curled just so.
“Are you trying to tell me I should go ask Cat for my due, is that it?” Jade asked, mocking.
“No!” Tori cried out before she could stop herself.
Were Jade anyone else she would have laughed. As it was, she stalked purposefully towards Tori.
“That’s what I thought.” Jade didn’t stop even when she got nose-to-nose with Tori, who let herself fall back on the bed rather than be head-butted or something equally unpleasant — who knew with Jade. Of course, the older girl (by a month!) took advantage of her position to straddle Tori, not being the least bit shy about feeling her up as she did.
Jade touched her body like she had a greater right to it than Tori herself, ignoring the weak struggles against the hand she dragged over Tori’s soft belly, tickling her. As Jade slowly made her way up the bed, and Tori’s body, on her knees, she didn’t waste the chance to fondle Tori’s perky breasts before reaching her goal.
“The usual should do,” Jade said as she settled quite comfortably astride Tori’s head. Then Jade raised Trina’s skirt without an ounce of modesty, revealing the lack of any sort of undergarments.
“Seriously?” breathed Tori, looking up at Jade. Laying back as she was, Tori couldn’t look into Jade’s eyes without first seeing her everything else.
“I wasn’t going to borrow your sister’s underwear — I have more self-respect than that.” Jade spread her knees and lowered herself. “Now go on.”
Tori, with her friend’s pussy resting on her lips, went on.
Regardless of any protest, it was always… thrilling, to get so close and personal to Jade’s most private place.
The first time they’d done something similar, Tori had fumbled and sputtered as Jade corrected her with her usual amount of tact. It had been a trial by fire for Tori, and at the time she would have given much for gentler instructions, but she had gotten over it; it hadn’t been hard. Watching Jade’s pink flesh darken and glister from her own fluid and Tori’s tongue had been the most exciting thing to ever happen to Tori.
Even as she was mocked for it every time it came up, Tori knew perfectly well that her enthusiasm for this particular task only excited Jade more. Tori could have kept protesting; she could have whined and griped, but she knew where that would lead. Jade would caustically point out how very much not opposed to the chain of events Tori really was until she gave in.
Knowing the script, so to say, only spurred Tori on to skip the boring part and ‘put her tongue to more pleasurable use’, as Jade had worded it once.
Tori’s lips were flush against Jade’s slit and she lapped at her folds, swirling her tongue and craning her neck to better reach.
Tori passed over her clit only lightly and almost as an afterthought at first, until Jade groaned and decided to help out. She spread her knees and lowered herself further, and Tori felt completely surrounded by her. Jade’s thighs were around her ears, her pussy on her lips, and the globes of her ass teased her chin. It couldn’t be a comfortable position to maintain, but Tori had no mental power to ponder it. Jade shifted over her and must have concluded that keeping up the borrowed skirt was more of a hindrance than a help. With no qualms, Jade let it fall around her thighs and over Tori’s head, reducing the younger girl’s world to nothing more than the dark place between her legs, so she could focus only on Jade’s pleasure.
Jade took shameless advantage of their position and of having let go of the skirt, intertwining her fingers in Tori’s still-wet hair with purpose. Tori made the prettiest noises right against her pussy lips when Jade tightened her hold and pulled.
Jade’s hips started moving almost on their own, determined as she was to milk every ounce of pleasure from Tori’s mouth, and she stopped censoring her moans, not sparing a thought to whomever may be hearing. She felt the precipice getting closer and closer and started grinding down on Tori’s face. Then the tongue driving her towards orgasm went still, and Tori slapped her thigh.
Jade debated not heeding the signal, wanting nothing more than to keep chasing her pleasure, but in the end, she sighed and rose, dragging up Trina’s skirt as she did so she could see the younger girl’s face.
Tori inhaled deeply the moment she could. Once she had collected herself, she looked up and said, “My tongue is sore.” Jade raised an eyebrow, waiting. “Will you get down, please ?”
Jade looked pensive for a second.
“I don’t think I will,” she finally said.
“Mh!” The sound of Tori’s indignation didn’t cause any reaction other than Jade doing exactly what she wanted — as usual.
Jade turned around so she faced Tori’s body instead of the bedroom’s wall, and snuck her fingers under the other girl’s waistband.
Tori gasped, “Do you mind?!”
Jade slid her middle finger in between Tori’s pussy lips.
“I clearly don’t. Take this time to recover, Tori. I’m not done yet.”
Almost against her own will, Tori started to pant under the onslaught of sensations as Jade dragged her fingers through the wet proof of how much Tori didn’t mind either.
Jade didn’t dither; she started working Tori’s clit almost right away with tight circles that made her see stars. Tori was getting lost in the feeling of pleasure, but just as she was relaxing into it, Jade’s other hand pressed into her belly.
“What’s that for?” Tori asked.
“I’m getting tired of this position.”
“Well, move! Don’t put all your weight on me!” But Tori almost choked on her words when Jade, who hadn’t stopped playing with her even as they bickered, picked up the pace and rubbed her clit even harder.
As was usual with Jade, Tori felt a mixture of so angry she could scream and so excited she could come apart in seconds.
There were never halfway points with the Goth.
Stuck on that thought, Tori didn’t notice how her legs spread with no conscious decision. The pleasure Jade made her feel was steadily leading her towards climax, and her breaths came quicker, every inhale full of the heady scent of Jade’s arousal. But Tori wouldn’t allow herself to be manipulated so easily, played like a passive instrument under the older girl’s fingers. Not this time. She gripped Jade’s naked thighs and dragged her down, closing her eyes and pushing up her chin so she could better reach Jade’s dripping pussy.
Tori dragged her tongue from Jade’s clit to her hole and had to suppress a smirk when Jade’s fingers faltered. Quite smug, she started performing her best tricks on her friend’s pussy, circling her tongue over her hole and doing everything she had learned that made Jade go mad. The Goth’s moans were music to her ears, and a clear sign that Jade was loving it. She was usually so restrained in everything except violence, that hearing her enjoy herself so unashamedly sent a thrill down Tori’s spine. Her fingers dug in Jade’s soft skin and she sucked her clit in between her lips.
Jade grit her teeth to stop a whimper before it could fully form and multiplied her efforts to push Tori over the brink. She slid her middle finger between Tori’s yielding folds, slipping the tip inside and curling it. When Tori threw her head back, Jade leaned back and moved the hand she’d used to maintain her balance on Toni’s belly, slipping it under the soft fabric of Tori’s panties. She started stimulating Tori’s clit once more, using her other hand to penetrate her hole more deeply, pushing her middle finger as far as she could in the awkward position they were in.
Tori was panting and her hips undulated against Jade’s fingers, but she was determined to make Jade’s come first this time. She raised her head from her pillow, too far gone to care about her wet hair against the nape of her neck, and resumed her self-appointed task with renewed vigor. She gently blew over Jade’s overheated skin before pointing her tongue and starting to fuck her in earnest.
She got what she wanted. Jade’s legs trembled, her fingers stopped moving, and with a loud, relieved moan she came hard enough to see stars, accompanied by Tori’s tongue back on her clit.
For a few long moments, the only sound in the room was Jade’s panting as she came down from the height of pleasure. Tori slowly stopped licking her, letting her head fall back down on the damp pillow with a satisfied grin on her tired lips. Then Jade slapped her on the thigh.
“Ow!”
“Don’t be a baby.”
“How can you even say that after I—?!”
But Jade wasn’t listening, busy climbing down from Tori’s face. Once settled at the foot of the bed, she made quick work of Tori’s sweatpants and panties, silencing the other girl with a smoldering look over her mount of Venus.
Tori couldn’t help her breath getting caught in her lungs and any possible protest died a swift death. There was a reason she and Jade were still playing this game, after all. Jade was a vision. Her dark hair was a riotous mess around her serious face, and her glasz eyes were striking even without make-up. Tori felt caught in a spell every time Jade looked at her with such intent, and the girl’s fingers trailing along her inner thighs weren’t helping.
Then the Goth smirked and licked her lips, teasing Tori like the menace she was.
“Jade…”
“Quiet, now. Wouldn’t want someone to hear,” Jade said, waiting until Tori had sucked in a breath to berate her for the absurd hypocrisy to dive in and attack her pussy with mouth and fingers.
Tori had no defenses. What should have been a cutting remark became a trembling moan, and her fingers dug in her duvet as she tried to keep her wits about her.
Jade’s approach to giving pleasure was often akin to an attack. This time was no exception — her tongue started lapping and circling Tori’s clit without pause as her middle finger teased at Tori’s insides.
Two fingers were soon fucking her, crooking over her g-spot as Jade circled her clit with her tongue.
“Maybe I’ll get a piercing,” Jade paused to say. “Can you imagine?”
Jade knew exactly what kind of reaction to expect from Tori, who didn’t disappoint. With a smirk, Jade pushed her fingers even deeper as a gush of fluid was released around them when Tori imagined that tongue teasing her with a small metal bar at the end. She was so close to her orgasm; she knew, and Jade knew too judging by the smirk and the way her fingers were absolutely relentless.
When Tori finally came, after being played with like an instrument, every iota of energy she’d ever had left her; her limbs felt heavy and unwieldy, and her pussy pulsated like her heart beat there. Jade watched her as her orgasm shook her body, running proprietary hands over her legs, thumbs teasing her wet center like she had every right to Tori’s body. Tori didn’t protest.
When her breath returned to normal and her heartbeat settled down, Tori should have commented on one of the behaviors that Jade would have to answer for after their encounter, but, mellow from her orgasm, something in her mind connected all of a sudden and all Tori could utter was an astonished,
“The science project.”
Jade, of course, only laughed.