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It’s Friday night and the girls are getting ready to go out. They studied all afternoon for their next exam. Or at least Caitlyn studied. Vi, on the other hand, tried to disrupt Caitlyn’s peace each chance she got. She tried throwing paper planes at her, singing, calling her name multiple times. She gave up when she saw that the blue haired girl was doing a great job at ignoring her.
“Do you want to get pizza?” asks Caitlyn as she puts her pen down and looks at the time on her phone.
“I would kill for pizza right now… But money’s pretty tight, Cupcake.” answers Vi.
“If you promise to not kill anyone it’s on the house.”
“Can’t promise anything.”
“What are you craving, delinquent?”
“Anchovies!”
“Anchovies pizza for the delinquent, and salmon pizza for me.”
The pizza was delicious. Anchovies were definitely a great choice, even though Vi tried to steal a slice from Caitlyn’s plate as soon as she turned her back. Now it was time to get out of studying mode and enter party mode. Mel had just called them saying they should join her at some club in a couple of hours. The girls agreed.
“Can you please do my makeup?” Vi asks.
“I can do that, but only after I’ve done mine.”
Not exactly known for her patience, Vi took a shower as Caitlyn finished her makeup. Vi came back clean and excited to Caitlyn mouthing the words to a pop song.
“Ready when you are, Cupcake.”
“You really need to stop calling me that. Now sit here and shut up.”
“Kinky.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes at the comment and prepares everything she needs to do Vi’s makeup. Vi sits on the bed and watches the other girl move across the room to retrieve a palette and 3 different lipsticks.
Caitlyn comes back and applies a cream and concealer on Vi’s face. She then decides that she needs to get closer and in a more comfortable position to work on the eye shadow. That’s how she ends up sitting on Vi’s lap, straddling her, inches from her face, makeup brush and palette in hand.
"What?", says Caitlyn, questioning Vi’s grin, "I can't work with you smiling like that."
Then she grips Vi’s face and turns it to the left to blend the dark red eyeshadow she just applied.
"A hot girl is seated on my lap, bossing me around, inches from my face just to do my makeup, I'm sorry but I will smile", replies Vi to Cait’s accusations.
Caitlyn stops and lets go of her face. Her face shows that she’s used to this type of behavior from Vi, her hands drop to her sides, still holding the palette and the brush.
"Well, try to see it my way. I'm on a hot girl's lap, trying to put makeup on her, even though she moves, inches from her face. You smiling like that just makes it harder to focus. And calling me hot is the icing on the cake."
"Maybe we don't need to finish my makeup now, then.", says Vi as she takes the brushes from the taller girl's hands, putting them away on the nightstand.
A blush spreads on Caitlyn’s face. Vi had always flirted with her, but never that much. It’s just a game between two close friends. It’s never been that serious. Yes they both think the other is hot and neither of them would say no to a fun night together but they would never admit to each other, or even themselves, that these feelings are more than just a little crush or lust.
Caitlyn’s body is probably reacting this way because she’s a little frustrated, her 6 month dry spell not helping in any way. But she doesn’t dare to consider that 6 months ago is when she met Vi. And she hasn’t stopped thinking about the pink haired girl touching her body and doing many other things to her, thus stopping her from enjoying any other women’s advances.
Vi, on the other hand, is well aware that her frustration has to do with the girl heavily breathing on her lap. All her sex life had become since they met was masturbating while thinking about the tall girl on her knees before her, looking up at her with a filthy look. Vi can get any woman’s number, and used to date around a lot, but having sex with someone or even think about someone in that way takes time for her. But she feels at ease with Cait, she feels like she could trust the rich girl with her body, her soul, her heart… No, no, no, she is NOT in love, it’s just a sexual feeling… A feeling that she has never felt for someone, not even her previous girlfriend of 2 years. But thinking about Cait and touching herself was all that she could dream about, right? Well, what about now? Can Vi really own up to what she just triggered? Is this going to be a good thing or a total disaster?
Vi doesn’t have the strength to keep questioning herself, it’s now or never. She pulls Caitlyn closer and kisses her. Cait kisses her back. It’s passionate, but they both slow down, taking their time to feel each other’s lips, letting their tongue brush against each other. Embolden, Vi tries to take Cait’s lower lip in her teeth. She is rewarded by a heavy sigh from the other woman.
Cait slightly pulls back to look at Vi with hunger in her eyes. She’s been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on the muscular woman sitting under her. Getting closer to Vi’s face again, her lips make their way to her neck. She trails kisses from her jaw to the spot behind her ear and starts lightly nibbling her ear. The only sounds in the room are Cait’s phone blasting pop music and their breath hitching. Both of them are completely deaf to the tune filling the room, because who needs a song when the perfect harmony is moaned in your ear.
"Can I take off your shirt?" asks Caitlyn, almost pleading with her eyes.
"Yes please, Cupcake."
Cailtyn runs her hands up her body, letting the fabric fall on the bed. Taking in the other girl's abs felt like divine intervention. How could someone have a body this perfect.
"You look so pretty". Caitlyn just couldn’t stop herself from complimenting the shirtless girl.
After that comment Vi just answers with a smile and rolls Cait on her back, switching their positions.
"Let me show you how pretty I can look between your legs" says Vi as she starts to trail kisses from Cait's neck to her collarbone.
She takes the other girl's shirt off in one quick motion but before Caitlyn gets to lay back down, she unclasps her bra. The beautiful lace pink bra falls on the floor, to be forgotten for the rest of the night. The vision of Caitlyn’s perfect breast is breathtaking. Shaking her head to come back to her senses, Vi continues her trail of kisses down to Cait's jeans.
"Imma need these off." demands Vi.
Cait doesn't need to know more. She takes off the pants, eager to discover the feeling of Vi's tongue on her. It is not her first time with a woman but she just knows that Vi is going to be different. Caitlyn already feels she could die from bliss just for having this buff lesbian in between her legs wanting to devour her. Actually experiencing it might just kill her, resuscitate her and kill her again.
Vi touches her through her matching pink lace panties. They are already soaked from the make out session. Caitlyn would find her being this wet over a little dirty talk embarrassing if the woman looking at her right now couldn't turn her into a puddle just by saying “hello”. Who gave her the permission to have a voice that sexy, as if her perfect body wasn’t enough of a sale.
"I knew you liked fancy stuff but now that I see those on you… damn I need to see the rest of your collection." says Vi hooking her fingers on the side of the panties.
"Oh, I have things I know you're gonna love taking off of me" says Caitlyn, breathing heavily thanks to Vi's expert fingers, "Or things you're gonna love taking me in."
That's it, Vi gets rid of the panties and dives in. Her tongue flat against Caitlyn's pussy, tasting how sweet Cupcake really is. Vi never tasted something she craved more. She gets lost in Cait’s scent and taste, devouring her as if she was her last meal. Tongue circling her clit and going back to tease her entrance from time to time. Hearing the blue haired girl moans makes her want to give her more. Her pace grows faster, more ravenous, which, if she judges by the sounds Caitlyn is making, even muffled by her hand, is appreciated. She even uses her nose. Caitlyn complimented it a few times, now it’s finally being put to good use. Caitlyn smiles as she feels the pink haired girl’s nose on her, she already liked Vi’s nose but for how good it makes her feel, she loves it more.
Caitlyn is unable to stop her moans from rushing past her hand. Vi is way too good at this. Suddenly, she feels Vi slow down and stop. She looks down to see the pink haired girl looking at her with a big grin on her face.
“You know you look absolutely gorgeous.”
That makes Cait giggle.
“Also I must say your moans are the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush.”
“Oh, I think we're way past that, honey.”
And just like that, with Caitlyn blushing, Vi goes back to eating out the sexiest girl she has ever had the chance to be in bed with.
Until she stops again.
“Did I tell you that you taste amazing? Because you certainly do.”
“That’s very cute and really hot but please shut up and continue what you were doing.”
“So the princess has a dark side, commanding much.”
“I know you love when women tell you what to do.”
“No comment.” How can this woman know her so well after just a few months of being study and party buddies.
Anyways, Vi wraps one of her hands around the back of Cait’s thighs and brings her closer to her tongue. Her nails leave indents in the other girl’s skin as she holds her tight. She slides her tongue through her folds, she looks at Caitlyn with a question in her eyes. Cait looks back at her, sensing the change in rhythm. She understands Vi’s unspoken question right away, she bites her lip and nods. One finger slips in her cunt with ease, helped by her wetness and Vi’s saliva. But one finger isn't enough for her. Her pleading sounds draw another finger in but it doesn't suffice either. Three fingers feel the best and she drops her head back on the pillow, eyes shut, mouth opening to let a loud moan out. Vi is in awe, the other girl’s face looks so good right there and then, it feels like looking at a painting. The sweat on her forehead, the wetness on the inside of her thighs, the tears coming out of her eyes, it’s just like rain glistening on the most perfect landscape. Admiring her does not stop Vi from keeping the perfect pace, curling her fingers just right for the other girl to moan with each thrust.
"You feel so good." She can’t stop herself from whispering her thoughts out loud.
The back and forth of Vi’s fingers inside her growing faster every instant makes sparks run through her body with every thrust. How can she be so skilled with her hands? How can they feel so soft when they are the hands of a fighter? How can they fill her so well? Everything she does is perfect, from the motions of her fingers to the look in her eyes. It is like she wants to devour every inch of her… but there is something more, a glimpse she can’t quite catch.
Vi can feel Caitlyn clenching on her fingers, she’s close. She does not stop or slow down, she picks up a faster rhythm. And it works, Caitlyn comes undone right in front of her, panting, a wonderful gasp still on her lips, Vi’s finger inside her.
It’s now way past being “fashionably late” to the party, so the girls decide to take a shower and stay in instead. It’s a complete change of pace from the feverish make out session and … whatever happened next. But now is a time for cuddles and aftercare, not to discuss everyone’s feelings and make things complicated.
As Vi is caressing Cait’s legs, her head resting on the girl’s stomach she notices something.
“Omg, scratch marks!”
“What?!”
“Looks like I held you a little bit too hard…And got carried away. Guess short nails aren’t as inoffensive as I thought.”
Caitlyn looks at her thighs and sees the scratch marks. It’s not in a place people can see… And she can’t lie to herself, she thinks it’s hot.
“Now, let me say sorry for scratching your wonderful legs.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“Can I offer you a massage? I know your legs are going to be sore tomorrow, you know it too. And my hands are kinda magical sooooo...”
“Yes, I noticed.” Caitlyn winks at her.
Vi sighs and starts massaging Caitlyn’s legs, she does an amazing job. Where did she learn to be this skilled with her hands? They know how to do everything : fight, massage, build furniture AND make a girl cum… Caitlyn needs to up her game.
“Now that you are half asleep and not getting sore tomorrow, I think I gotta go.”
“Really,” says Cait with a sleepy voice, “why can’t you stay for the night?”
“Exams tomorrow, remember? I need to get my beauty sleep in my own very comfortable bed.”
“Fair.”
Vi gets up and puts her clothes back on. Caitlyn goes into her bathroom to search for her robe. She comes back and follows Vi to the door.
“See you around, Cupcake.”
“Yeah, now I really want you to leave.” Caitlyn says as she closes the door, but Vi can see a smile forming on her lips from the nickname.
She already misses Caitlyn's taste and the sound of her moans. But then she smiles, remembering what she put back on instead of her boxer shorts… they're definitely going to see each other again. Next time makeup might not be involved.
As soon as she closes the door of her apartment, Caitlyn starts to clean her room, trying to locate all of her clothes. After minutes of gathering her party clothes and putting them away she finds her bra, but she can’t seem to find her panties… What she does find on the other hand, are Vi’s boxer shorts. She does not remember Vi taking them off… Did she …? Did the girl steal her panties and left her shorts?! She stops in the middle of her room, boxer shorts and bra in hand and starts imagining the girl wearing her pink panties. The lacey fabric hugging her curves, matching her hair, being slid down by Caitlyn's finger so she can give the other girl the best head of her life.
She will not be able to finish cleaning her room in this mental state. She feels herself getting wet just at the thought of them having sex again. Apparently this was not enough. She snatches Vi's boxer shorts and puts them on, she gets under the covers and starts masturbating, thinking about Vi and her fingers inside her. Painting a mental image of her wearing the strap conveniently stored next to her bed in her dresser, and railing the pink haired girl until she asks her to stop.