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Tara closed the bathroom door as quietly as humanly possible and caught sight of herself in the mirror. A flush of red was swept over her face, and her collar was stretched out messily. The booming music reverberating from the stereo throughout the walls of the house was muffled now, but she still saw the flashing LED lights from the door’s cracks. In the bathroom, the lightbulbs were dimly lit, casting a soft, yellow light on the marble surfaces of the room.
She rushed to seat herself down and almost immediately started fumbling with her jean buttons. Her breath became more and more desperate as the last button wouldn’t budge. She yanked it out and whispered, “Fuck!”
Her hand immediately met the thin fabric under her jeans with a cold shock, sending electric waves throughout her core. The mixture of previous arousal-induced warmth and cold fingers made her let out a shaky breath. She swallowed thickly and began kneading through the fabric at a rapid pace. Her face instantly relaxed, her mouth opening and letting gasps and sighs slip out as she worked her hand constantly. Images and scenarios of Amber flooded her brain. Her sultry glances across the room, her eyes piercing her body with layers of hunger and desire behind them, her insanely hot chuckles, her lip bites that were so hard they left a mark on her mouth…
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice slightly whiny. She threw her head back and let her lips part. “Amber—Amber, oh, God, Amber...”
She became more and more urgent with her movements, her arm growing sore as she thrusted her fingers harder and deeper into herself. God, did she wish Amber was here, pinning her to the bathroom wall, her hands wrapping around her wrists and slamming them behind her as her lips kissed down her neck, thrusting her thigh into her...
Tara tried to restrict her moans to a minimum of none, but she found that she couldn’t help the way her jaw opened instinctively to gasp loudly or moan a string of desperate curses. “Mmm, Amber...Amber, God, please...”
She let out a sudden closed-mouth groan as she felt a tingling, building sensation grow in her core. Adding another finger, she plunged them into herself rougher and faster than ever. Amber’s name tumbled out of her mouth repeatedly, progressively becoming more whiny and drawn out. It was ridiculous how much of a grip she had on her. She furrowed her eyebrows at the thought and moaned as she rammed her fingers into the flimsy fabric. Her inner thighs were damp, and her underwear itself was soaked, her wet fingers rubbing her clit harshly. Her face and neck were now gleaming with a thin layer of sweat and effort. A surging, hot feeling arose inside of her. She sucked in sudden, erratic breaths as she curled her fingers into herself, making her moan turn high-pitched.
“Amber, fuck!”
She gushed all around her frantic fingers, throwing herself forward with a loud gasp. Her fingers were engulfed in dampness, the moisture making a squelching sound as she squeezed her thighs together. An overpowering wave of euphoria hit her body all at once. Her eyes snapped shut, and her teeth bit into her lip so deep that she knew it’d leave a mark. Ripples of heat and electricity shot throughout her body. Pure relief drowned her senses, she could hardly see or think. She spasmed uncontrollably and huddled into herself as she rode out the climax, her fingers rubbing herself in slow and firm circles.
“Ah, Amber...” Tara’s thighs jerked and her fingers twitched. Her heart pounded in her ears deafeningly. “Shit, shit, shit...”
She uncurled her body and slumped back into the seat, carefully removing her hand from her jeans. Peering down, she saw that she had made a complete mess of her underwear. She heaved a few harsh breaths and wiped her face, trying to gain some composure. Sitting for a bit before leaving the bathroom would do her some good, she figured.
Then, the worst voice possible could be heard from the other side of the door.
“Did I just hear—“ the excruciating, idiotic, ridiculously smooth and attractive voice said. Tara froze. A short laugh of disbelief echoed through the door. “Were you just moaning my name, baby?”
Tara’s eyes stared at the shadow beneath the door with eyes so wide that it hurt. She parted her shaky lips, but no sound came out. This had to have been the most comically inconvenient timing ever. Amber was the last person she needed to catch her doing this. How loud could she have possibly been? At least she remembered to lock the door. Just the thought of Amber actually seeing her in the act mortified Tara.
“Tara, let me in,” Amber laughed, knocking on the door lightly. “I know you’re in there, I heard you!”
“How?!” Tara finally yelled back. She put her head in her hands and curled into an embarrassed, red-faced ball.
“You know, I would say to be quieter next time,” Amber said, her voice significantly quieter now, but not losing its controlled tone. “But fuck, you sounded good.”
Tara’s heart dropped at the inflection of her voice. She snapped her head up to the door, swallowing dryly. Her heart was beating out of her chest.
“Let me in, baby,” Amber said again. Her voice was so powerful, so irresistible. Tara tried getting up, but had to quickly brace herself against the counter when she found that her legs were too weak. Her right hand slipped on the marble, and she looked at her glistening fingers while cringing briefly. The embarrassment of what she had done had hit her like a truck. She debated on washing her hands or going straight to open the door, but as soon as she heard Amber’s voice softly say, “Please?”, she rushed to the door and jolted it open.
Amber was cool and composed, her black, silky hair falling over her shoulders neatly. Tara, on the other hand, knew she looked like a wreck. She could feel how her disheveled hair stuck to her hot, sweaty face. She figured Amber wouldn’t care, but she also couldn’t help but feel a little sheepish. Amber was studying her intently, and her lips quirked into a curious smile as her eyes lingered on a certain spot, which made Tara look down.
She didn’t button her jeans back up when she finished.
“Oh my—Jesus, I’m—“ Tara sputtered, hands bolting to the buttons, before two cold, firm hands grabbed hers.
She looked up and was met with an alarmingly close view of Amber’s eyes. And lips. Her eyes snapped to both repeatedly. The dark pools of Amber’s eyes cut into hers, but there was a familiar, stomach-flipping glint of mischief in them. Tara thought she would explode from how much lust was building up inside of her.
“No need,” Amber said, her eyes low. She hooked her fingers through the belt loops of Tara’s jeans and pushed her further into the bathroom, their bodies pressed together. “I’ll do that for you later.”
Amber kicked the door close behind them. Before she could fully turn around, Tara yanked her by the collar of her leather jacket and crashed their lips together. Amber’s surprise was short-lived, and her lips started working almost instantly, her hands coming up and gripping Tara’s waist to pull her in. It was slow and passionate, their mouths moving in a familiar, steady sync. Tara opened her mouth, and Amber plunged her tongue inside. She growled into her mouth and clasped her hands around Tara’s thighs, lifting her up to the countertop and slamming her into the mirror. The wall shook with a force that made Tara whimper and suck harshly on Amber’s tongue.
With a lingering kiss, Amber detached from Tara’s mouth and began to plant kisses down the side of her mouth to her jaw. She latched her lips onto the soft skin and sucked hard before moving onto the next spot, tracing her jawline with passionate kisses.
“You taste so good, baby,” Amber purred into her neck.
Tara responded by eagerly bucking her hips into Amber’s frame, pulling her impossibly closer. When Amber reached Tara’s ear, she nibbled on the lobe, causing Tara to gasp and moan into her shoulder.
“You’re—you’re s—so good,” Tara slurred, her core heating up.
Amber didn’t stop there. She started planting even harsher and sloppier kisses down her neck, adding a mixture of teeth and saliva. Her teeth sunk into the skin while her tongue licked and enveloped the bite. Tara groaned into Amber’s hair, gripping it tightly as she marked her.
“Oh, fuck—yes, yes, yes, right there,” Tara moaned shakily, pushing Amber’s head deeper into her neck. She felt Amber’s lips upturn as she relaxed her mouth and pressed the flat of her tongue over the mark. Tara’s moans had turned into frantic whines of pleasure as Amber spat and swirled and sucked and on the teeth marks.
Tara felt Amber’s hands everywhere. Her waist, her ass, her thighs, her neck, her chest... The teasing was driving her crazy. She needed her. Badly.
A new hand snaked down to Tara’s underwear, stretching the band and releasing it with a snap. Tara inhaled sharply. The hand wandered further down, skipping past Tara’s core, and straight to her inner thighs. Amber’s middle and ring fingers rubbed sensually, her slickness drenching them.
“You made such a mess for me, baby,” Amber cooed. “So desperate, you couldn’t even wait until everyone left. You needed me now.”
Tara clawed the back of Amber’s neck and moaned into her ear, “Would you stop torturing me?” It came out more pathetic than confident, which was probably to be expected, being strongly pressed down onto a bathroom counter and devoured.
“You don’t know what torture is,” Amber murmured, bringing one hand up to Tara’s neck and wrapping her fingers around it securely. Tara’s breath got caught in her throat—whether it was from Amber’s chokehold or her own arousal, she couldn’t tell. Words could never describe the heart-racing, exhilarating feeling that arose inside of her when Amber got like this. Throwing her head back, she squeezed her eyes shut and broke into a wide grin.
Still, as much as she loved when Amber dominated in moments like these, she was feeling unusually bold tonight. Placing her hand on Amber’s exposed collarbone, she stroked gently in a way that she knew Amber fell victim to. Like expected, Amber sucked in a breath, and her grip on Tara’s neck loosened. Tara took the opportunity to lean into Amber and sink her teeth into her lower lip.
“Show me?” she whispered into her hot mouth.
Amber let out a shaky breath and stared down at Tara wordlessly. Then, she shook her head with a smile so beautiful, it was hypnotizing. “You’re so obsessed with me.”
Tara sighed and looped her arms around Amber’s shoulders. “You knew what you were doing.”
“What exactly was it that I was doing?” Amber asked, her voice sweetened with faux innocence. Tara rolled her eyes.
“Oh, nothing,” she drew out, eyes looking around the room before snapping back to Amber. “Just eye-fucking me the whole night.”
“I mean...” Amber’s ice-cold hands trailed down to Tara’s shirt collar, which was significantly lower than the tops she usually wore. Her fingers clasped the collar and tugged it down suggestively. Her jet black eyes were raking over her body with a gleam that made Tara swell with desire. “Can you blame me?”
Tara giggled and leaned even closer to her, staring fondly into her eyes. “Wore it just for you.”
Another grin crept onto Amber’s face. Tara knew how much Amber adored when she did things just for her pleasure. She put her hands atop Tara’s exposed lower torso, right above her core, making Tara shudder slightly from the touch. Amber’s fingers snaked up and under Tara’s thin, tight top. Tara bit her lip and watched Amber’s greedy eyes as she felt the cold fingers reach her bra. They cupped around her breasts perfectly, and she let out a soft moan as the thumbs rubbed her clothed nipples.
Just as Tara was lifting her arms to rip her own shirt off from the suspense, a whoosh of air hit both Amber and Tara as the bathroom door swung open.
Tara practically shoved Amber into the wall as she sprung off the counter. Her jeans were unbuttoned and partially pulled down, her shirt was riding up to her chest, her bra was peeking out from underneath—It was hopeless. She tried to cover her body as best as she could, which was definitely not enough.
Whoever opened the door immediately revealed themself with a thunderous, “WOAH, WOAH, WOAH!” and slammed the door shut again.
As soon as Tara recognized the voice, she was overcome with pure annoyance. Amber seemed to have recognized it, too, with the way she turned to Tara in what Tara knew as both anger and incredulousness.
“Sorry! I am so—Jesus Christ! Sorry, guys!” Chad’s voice echoed from the other side of the door. “Didn’t mean to...interrupt! Dear God...”
“Seriously, Chad?!” Amber yelled, fist banging on the door. “Ugh!”
“Couldn’t you at least knock?” Tara whined, slumping against the wall. “I mean, you see the light on!”
A far away “Sorry!” and a pair of quickly fading footsteps were all that came from the other side.
Amber sighed angrily and put her head in her hands on the counter. Tara immediately began negotiating on how horrible the situation could possibly be.
“Okay, maybe he didn’t see us completely!” she whisper-yelled. Amber groaned and pinched her nose bridge in defeat. “Like—I mean, we didn’t see him, did we? We just heard his voice and then he shut the door. Maybe he’s gonna, like, gaslight himself into thinking we weren’t doing anything. Maybe we were just…chilling in the bathroom, hanging out…”
“Tara, he opened the door, yelled when he saw us, and then said he didn’t mean to ‘interrupt.’”
Tara sank down onto the toilet with a sigh and started to fix her appearance, starting with those goddamn jean buttons. Amber groaned into her hands again.
“It’s fine,” Tara said suddenly, yanking her shirt down. “We go out, and we talk to Chad and everyone, and we act like nothing happened. He couldn’t have told the whole group in the span of, like, three seconds, there’s no way.”
Amber and Tara stared at each other for a moment. “Okay, maybe he did, but we’re just gonna have to risk it anyway. Can’t hide in here forever, wouldn’t that be even more suspicious?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Amber muttered. She turned and twisted the doorknob, and was almost immediately met with an obnoxious Mindy.
“I KNEW IT! I said it, Liv!” she shouted, busting into the room. Tara faced the ceiling in disbelief, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “I literally fucking called it, oh my God!”
Of course Mindy knew already. Of-fucking-course. Damn Mindy and her freakishly observant, mastermind self.
“God damn, those hickeys are brutal…” Liv thought aloud, stepping into the bathroom to get a better look at Tara’s neck. Tara scoffed and spread her arms in offense, but felt herself flush.
“Hickeys?” Wes repeated from behind Liv, voice higher than usual. Tara cringed at the sound of him. Chad really told everybody.
Mindy pushed past Amber and wrapped her arm around Tara’s shoulder drunkenly. She waved a red solo cup around as she spoke. “I am so proud of you, my dear friend. Overjoyed, actually.”
“Mindy—“ She pressed two fingers to Tara’s lips.
“You know what this calls for? Huh?” Mindy asked casually, looking around at the group.
Tara took a short moment to take in her new surroundings, with Liv now in the bathroom, Wes in the doorway wearing a particularly stern expression, Chad hiding behind Wes, and Amber silently seething with her arms crossed. Tara could hardly process the drastic switch of being under Amber’s body and begging her to touch her, to being in a cramped bathroom with the rest of the group who just found out that she had been having a steamy make-out session with Amber in her bathroom.
Tara made eye contact with Amber, and she smiled sheepishly. Amber shook her head and tightened her jaw, clearly trying not to explode right then and there. Tara knew that they’d have time to continue later, and looking at her friends huddled into the bathroom, the slight humor of the situation had been getting to her.
“Um, a private discussion between all of us about what Chad allegedly saw?” Wes piped up, hand raised in complaint.
“‘Allegedly,’” Amber huffed, rolling her eyes. Tara stifled a giggle.
“Please, we get it, you’re salty and can’t accept true love,” Mindy told Wes airily, pointing the cup at him. “What this actually calls for—“ She grabbed Tara’s wrist and pulled her arm into the air. “—are shots!”