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“It’s just like—” Nancy leans back, head over the arm of the couch and staring up at the ceiling. “Nope, I lost it.”
She looks so silly, sprawled out on Robin’s parents’ paisley couch, that Robin finds herself giggling until her cheeks hurt. “You’re not going to convince me that Shock Treatment made any sense if you can’t keep track of your argument.”
“I’m trying, okay? It’s like—pop culture and the surveillance state. And the myth of the suburban American dream. There’s like—” she waves her hand broadly. “Motifs. And stuff.”
“Motifs and stuff. Weren’t you valedictorian?”
“Solitarian”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not right.”
“Salut—salutarian. Salutatorian? Fuck, that’s a dumb-sounding word.”
It’s weird, how not-weird this has become. When Nancy deferred her admission to Emerson, Robin had been relieved in both a ‘I want the whole crew to stay together for safety even though we’re pretty sure Vecna’s gone for good’ way and a ‘this girl is hot and I’d really like to be able to keep looking at her’ way. She’d been surprised to realize, when the rubble was cleared and things began to go back to normal, that Nancy really wanted to be her friend, and not just in a world-is-ending kind of way.
It's August now, the dry heat of the air burning away any residual rot the Upside-Down had left during its short breach of the surface.
“I’m way too high to argue about this right now,” Nancy says, staring up at the ceiling and rubbing her cheeks with her hands. “Rain check? I promise I’ll convince you one of these days.”
Robin knows they’re friends, not just because Nancy has reassured her of that lots of times, but because she now bears the proud title of being one of only two people that Nancy is willing to get high with. (The other is Eddie, but he’s currently put a hold on ever getting high with Nancy again after having to trip-sit her through the time she convinced herself a squirrel was a miniature demodog and kept demanding he let her get her gun. But Robin doesn’t mind how paranoid Nancy sometimes gets, because she also gets giggly, and cuddly, and once when they were high together she laid her head on Robin’s lap for the entirety of Sixteen Candles.)
“Okay, but you realize by conceding the argument I win by default.”
“Why aren’t you as high as me? It’s not fair.” Nancy leans up and pokes her in the stomach.
“Um, because my parents are home in an hour and they’re not as oblivious as your dad? And also because I’m not a lightweight like you.”
“‘s fun to be a lightweight. You get more high faster.”
“Yes, Nancy, that’s very true,” Robin says, nodding her head solemnly.
They’re quiet for a moment. It’s dark outside the window, the velvety dark of summertime. If she listens closely, Robin thinks she can hear crickets chirping. The heat has finally broken, the sweat on her thighs long since dissipating into air.
She’s trying to notice things like that more, because, like, they survived everything, and what’s the point in surviving it if she doesn’t notice things?
Nancy’s still laying back on the couch, shifting a little bit as she gets comfortable. She runs a hand through her hair, one of her stoned mannerisms that Robin’s just a little bit obsessed with, and says, “You know what I miss? Kissing. I’m glad I broke up with Jonathan, but I miss kissing.”
Robin’s brain short-circuits a bit as she stares at Nancy, wondering what exact line of thinking led her from Shock Treatment to kissing. “Um, I can’t really speak to that, but I’m sure you do. Miss kissing, I mean. I’m sure it’s a lot of fun.”
“I am way too high to follow what you’re saying.” Nancy burrows herself a bit further into the couch.
“Just that, like, I am not the best person to talk with about kissing, probably, since I’ve never kissed anyone and can’t like, really relate to what you’re saying.”
“Oh,” Nancy says. “‘s too bad. Kissing’s fun.”
Robin lets her eyes move over Nancy’s form, wishing for a moment that she was snuggled up against her and not the couch. “Yeah,” she says. “I’m sure it is.”
*
It’s only, like, a week later when they next get stoned together, because a) Robin’s parents have been doing a lot of out-of-town dates since Hawkins is still like, partially in ruins, and b) Argyle has decided it’s his mission to keep the older teens in primo weed until all of the trauma from the Upside-Down wears off, which could be like, years.
They’ve smoked a lot less than last time. Robin can feel her body thrumming just on the edge of high, but not crossing over. The credits have just rolled on The Great Muppet Caper, which she did not follow particularly well because Nancy’s been a little snuggly, leaning into her when she laughs at the funny parts and making in incredibly hard to focus.
“I keep thinking about what you said last time,” Nancy says.
Robin hits the button on the remote and turns to her. “What did I say last time?”
“About never having kissed anyone.”
Robin freezes. Her words come out cautious. “Yeah? I promise, it’s not that weird to not have kissed anyone at eighteen.”
“You said it’s because there’s no girls in Hawkins who want you to kiss them.”
“Yeah.” And Nancy had seemed fine when Robin came out to her last month, so really, what the fuck is this? Is she really going to get all weird about the gay thing now?
“But I’m a girl,” Nancy says, wide-eyed and meaningful and not quite as sober as Robin had assumed she was.
“You’re so fucking stoned, Nance,” Robin says, and finds herself giggling a little bit.
“I just think it’s sad. You should get to kiss someone. I mean, you’re so nice and pretty, and it’s not your fault there’s no gay people in Hawkins—”
“Preaching to the choir right there.”
“Well, I just think—hold on.” Nancy shifts closer to Robin on the couch and puts a hand on her thigh which is. A little confusing, honestly.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see,” Nancy says, all bright eyes and half-smiling.
The other hand hand comes up Robin’s shoulder, caressing softly on its way up to her neck. The tip of a fingernail catches on Robin’s skin, and she shivers. Nancy laughs and does it again.
“You like that?”
“Um…” Robin can feel the thread of this situation getting away from her, and it shows in the shake of her voice. “Can you tell me what you’re doing?”
Nancy’s other hand moves up around her neck, and she moves in closer, nestles her leg over Robin’s so that she’s straddling her, nose to nose, feeling each other’s breath. “I just think someone should kiss you,” Nancy says, and that’s all the warning Robin gets.
Nancy kisses like there’s no emergency, which feels like an absurdity to Robin because her own emergency sensor is currently blaring at whatever DEFCON number means danger. (She wasn’t paying attention to that much beyond how hot Ally Sheedy was during War Games, okay?)
It takes like, ten seconds for Robin to realize she’s just sitting there like a dead fish, and another three to remember how to move her mouth. But then she presses her lips tentatively down against Nancy’s and—oh. Okay.
With her free hand, Nancy slides her fingers into Robin’s, which, okay, active participation, she should probably do something with her other hand too. She moves it to Nancy’s waist, featherlight where Nancy’s shirt has ridden up, and Nancy leans into the touch.
“There,” Nancy says, pulling back and then leaning into slide her lips against Robin’s in just one final kiss. “Now you’ve kissed someone.”
Her hand feels like it’s leaving burn marks on Robin’s neck as it moves away. Robin takes a deep breath instead of screaming, moves back to an appropriate friendship distance, and that should be the end of whatever weird turn this situation has taken.
But it’s not.
*
It’s really not, because Nancy is handsy now. There’s no other good word for it, is the thing. At movie night with the gremlin teens, she draws circles around Robin’s bare knee with her finger, and Robin thinks some very inappropriate thoughts to be having around people she still thinks of as children. They get ready for a pool party at Steve’s house, and Nancy asks for Robin’s help tying on her bikini top, which is so not fair because in addition to meaning Robin has to touch Nancy’s bare skin, it also means she gets a great top-down view of Nancy’s tits. Robin comes over for dinner, and Nancy sits so close to her that their thighs are pressed together, knee to hip, right under the oblivious eyes of Ted Wheeler.
So it’s surprising, but also like, not that surprising when the next time Robin’s parents are out, she and Nancy smoke on together on her bed, using an old soda can as an ashtray, and Nancy stubs out the joint and says, “I’ve thought of another thing I don’t think you should miss out on.”
“Oh yeah?” Robin asks, in as calm and chill a manner as possible, which is, unfortunately, not that chill.
It’s probably nothing, anyway. A dumb teenage movie, or one of those books Nancy recommends sometimes that are weirdly perfect for Robin’s tastes. Definitely not any of the things she’s stayed up late imagining, because despite the kiss, Nancy is straight, and—
“It’s sexual,” Nancy says bluntly, and Robin thinks Oh, thank god. “But, um. Steve sometimes used to suck on my nipples—”
“Gross,” Robin says. Nancy’s face drops. “No, no, not like, gross as an action, oh my god, sorry, it’s just like, an instinctive response to anything related to Steve and sex.”
Nancy has that determined look on her face that she used to get fighting monsters, like barreling through this conversation is just as hard but she’s going to do it anyway. “I thought,” she says, not looking into Robin’s eyes but somewhere just to the left of her. “Just, if you were still looking to explore sexually without having to find another lesbian in Hawkins, it’s something we could try.”
“What’s in it for you?” Robin blurts out, and immediately wishes she hadn’t, because, like, gift horses and mouths and what-not.
“You’re my friend.” There’s a small imprint that looks like teeth on Nancy’s lower lip, like maybe she’s been biting it. “And this kind of thing is fun, and I haven’t gotten to do it since I broke up with Jonathan.”
Oh. Okay, so that’s what this is, some ill-defined horniness combined with being stoned enough to bring it up. And yeah, Robin should probably have too much self-respect to say yes to that kind of offer, but also, Robin has not managed to stop thinking about Nancy’s tits since she helped her change into that bikini top so. Okay.
“Yes,” she says. “I could love to suck on your nipples. Even though Steve used to do it and it’s very weird that I will be sucking on nipples that Steve has also sucked on.”
“Oh.” Nancy’s cheeks go the smallest amount pink. “I wasn’t thinking that, actually, I thought—maybe I could suck on yours.”
“Oh.”
That makes less sense with the whole Nancy’s just horny and Robin is here schema, but she can work with it. She can definitely work with it.
“But we can do it the other way if you want.”
“We could take turns,” Robin says, deciding right then that she’s past the point of not wanting to sound desperate because really, when is another chance like this going to come around?
“Okay.” Nancy is looking at her now, her eyes a little soft and hazy from the pot. “Who should go first, then?”
Robin thinks she’s doing a pretty impressive job at like, remaining upright right now. She’s definitely in no condition to navigate a bra clasp. “Um, do me first. Shit, I mean—”
“I know what you mean,” Nancy says. She puts the soda can on the nightstand, shifts towards Robin, and says, “I think this will work best if you take off your shirt and lay back on the bed.”
The words are doing something very funny in Robin’s stomach, but she nods. She pulls off her shirt and sports bra, fumbling a bit as she tries to get them both over her head at once. At first, she doesn’t know how she should position herself, but she settles for laying down, and it seems like that’s the move because seconds later Nancy is straddling her, leaning down to place a quick kiss on her lips before moving lower.
“Shit,” she says, face just inches from Robin’s breasts “I just realized how much I have not done this side of things before.”
“You don’t have to,” Robin says quickly. “But also, since no one’s ever done it to me, I won’t know if you’re not good, so. Pressure off, maybe?”
“I want to do it.” Nancy looks around the room. “Do you have a hair tie, though?”
“Yeah, um, nightstand.”
Nancy reaches over for it, thighs clenching around Robin as she works to keep balanced. She pulls up her hair, and the look on her face is that intense, focused one that had made Robin drop to her knees to give her a boost last spring, and honestly, Robin is this close to sliding off the bed to get on her knees again when Nancy’s lips close around her nipple.
Her hips jerk up at the sensation. Nancy’s thighs tighten again, holding her down. “Holy shit.”
There’s a vibration around her nipple as Nancy makes a little humming sound of agreement, and then sucks it into her mouth. She gives it a tiny bite, then slides her mouth over to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. Robin represses a whimper, but not well enough—Nancy hears it and pulls off of her, looking up with those big eyes.
“You can be loud if you want, I don’t mind.”
And then her lips come back down, kissing Robin’s neck and collarbones, before moving lower, and Robin whimpers louder without meaning to. Nancy kisses her, just to the left of her nipple, then takes the spot between her teeth and sucks. Robin’s not quite sure what she’s doing, because honestly she’s getting kind of floaty and also because Nancy’s just put her thumb and forefinger around her other nipple and is moving them back and forth, and honestly, it’s a lot.
Nancy pulls away and lifts her fingers to Robin’s lips. “Suck,” she orders, and Robin’s mouth opens before she’s even processed the word. Nancy’s fingers are firm against her tongue, and something about the sucking motion makes Robin’s mouth water.
The fingers return to her nipple, Nancy’s mouth back on the other side, and it feels so good now that Nancy’s fingers are wet with her spit that Robin hears herself letting out a desperate little whine as she bucks up again.
“Louder, baby,” Nancy says, and Robin moans. She’s given up on not thrusting into Nancy, given up on basically everything aside from coming in her pants. This is so many degrees beyond the kiss from a few weeks ago that Robin has officially lost the thread of what’s happening.
Nancy raises her fingers to Robin’s lips again, which is confusing because they’re still a little wet, but hey, no complaints here. She sucks on them, hollowing her cheeks and trying to give them the same treatment Nancy had given her nipple, with little flicks of her tongue. Nancy makes a small, breathy sound. Robin kind of wants to bite her. She grabs Nancy’s wrist, pulls the fingers from her mouth, and says, “I think it should be my turn now.”
There’s a fraction of a second in which Nancy freezes, which is, unfortunately, the precise amount of time it takes for Robin’s mind to start racing with all of the terrible things that that could mean. But then, the determined look comes back over Nancy’s face, and she pulls her shirt up over hear head.
“Oh,” Robin says, which feels like a very impressive amount of verbal to be considering she is now watching Nancy unhook her bra and—okay, now her face is like, inches from Nancy’s tits.
Her mouth waters at the sight of Nancy’s nipples. They’re big. Not bigger than Robin’s, except in proportion to the size of the rest of her tits—
Point is, they’re big, and Robin is super fucking into it.
She expects that they’ll switch positions now, Nancy laying down and Robin on top or something, but Nancy surprised her by instead moving up Robin’s body so she’s straddling her stomach instead of her hips, and pressing her tit directly against Robin’s lips.
“Open up, sweet girl,” she says, honey in her voice, and Robin must like being ordered around or something because she moans. Nancy takes advantage of her open mouth to push her nipple all the way inside. She cradles the back of Robin’s head with her hands. Robin’s brain literally cannot process everything that’s happening right now, but luckily her mouth seems to somehow know what to do. She sucks gently, flicking her tongue over Nancy’s nipple, and elicits another loud moan.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Nancy says. Her hand tightens a little bit in Robin’s hair. “Oh my god, baby, just like that.”
Robin can feel herself growing wet at the praise. She moves her tongue faster, alternating licks and sucks. Nancy’s thighs clench around her tummy. She wishes they were both naked, that she could feel Nancy’s pussy drip against her skin, feel how wet she is.
“Fuck,” Nancy whispers, and she grinds down, and Robin moans around her nipple, and that makes Nancy moan, and—
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway makes them both jump, Nancy pulling away from Robin and all the way off of the bed.
“Is that—”
“They’re early,” Robin says, stupidly.
Nancy’s already gotten her bra back on, and throws Robin her shirt. They get dressed quickly, open the windows to air out the room, throw away the soda can. She walks Nancy to the door, and they play casual with Robin’s parents, as if things are normal.
That night, before she gets into the shower, Robin takes off her shirt and looks at herself in the mirror. There’s a hickey on her right breast, just to the left of the nipple, where Nancy had bitten down. She presses against it, feeling herself getting wet again at just the reminder. If it weren’t for this mark, this weird tangible sign that something had really happened, Robin would be tempted to write the whole thing off as some cannabis-fueled fantasy.
In the shower, she lets her fingers wander between her legs. She imagines Nancy’s tits in her face, Nancy’s hand gripped in her hair, holding her down. She pictures Nancy’s teasing voice calling her baby, then lets her imagination run further, thinks of that honey-soaked voice calling her slut.
She braces herself, one hand on her shower wall and the other covering her mouth as she comes.
*
They’re careful after that. At movie night, there are inches between their bodies on the couch. They still sit together, but don’t touch. The space between them feels staticky to Robin, like the energy of keeping their bodies apart is enough to generate some sort of weird electricity. (And who knows? It might be. Robin’s learned in the past few years just how weird and scientifically fucked-up the universe actually is.)
The thing is—it’s going to happen again. Robin doesn’t know why she’s been bestowed this strange gift, but she has. And with how things escalated between the first two times—
She wants to get a jump on things before the next time they get high, because she really, really wants to be sober enough to get the full experience of her first time having sex, even though the thought makes her nervous enough that there is officially a non-zero chance that the full experience involves some degree of throwing up.
Robin imagines all sorts of ways to make it happen—jump her at a party somehow! (Con: They don’t go to parties that are not movie nights with 15 year-olds.) Replace the pot with fake pot so Nancy will think they’re getting stoned even though they aren’t! (Cons: a lot of things, especially where to get fake pot.) Go to the movies and slide to her knees in the dark so she can stick her head up Nancy’s skirt. (Cons: what if Nancy’s not wearing a skirt, also possibly illegal, also they might get hate-crimed.)
What actually happens is, her parents go out of town to visit her aunt and she invites Nancy for a sleepover, and Nancy says yes, because that’s something best friends do.
She doesn’t even have to steer things away from smoking, because Nancy doesn’t bring it up. She shows up, in high-waisted brown shorts add a sleeveless button-down (because apparently she’s trying to kill Robin), and immediately goes to the living room and sits down on the couch.
Not like, without a word or anything. She says “Hi,” and “How are you?” and stuff. Robin’s just very, very distracted by those shorts and also the plan to hopefully have sex with her tonight, and kind of doesn’t notice or focus on the whole small-talk thing.
“So, what movie were you thinking?” Nancy asks as they settle in together on the couch.
“I want to have sex with you.”
“What?”
Robin takes a deep breath. “I know it’s, like, weird to say it like that and not build up to it, and also that you may not at all be into it and I’m ruining our friendship or something, but I had to say it. Please don’t hate me.”
“You want to have sex with me?”
“Yeah. A lot. Like, I’ve kind of been thinking about it all the time.”
“I’ve been thinking of it too.” Nancy’s voice is a little quieter than usual. “But I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”
“Why? Also, if we do have sex we should go upstairs and not have sex on my parents’ couch. Or if you don’t want to, we can just watch a movie, but full disclosure I have no idea what movie I want to watch because I’ve been kind of banking on you saying yes to this.”
Nancy presses her hands flat against her thighs. Her fingers twitch, moving toward Robin's hand and then away. Her energy feels tight, like a wire that's ready to snap. “The things I’ve been thinking about aren’t all very nice. Like, some of them are kind of mean. I’m worried that I might say something that hurts you if I get too into it.”
“I mean, I can tell you to fuck off if it feels too mean, but also I think I kind of like it when you’re mean? Like, full disclosure, I keep thinking about you bossing me around and grabbing me and calling me a slut—”
The words aren’t even out of her mouth before the wire snaps. Nancy grabs her shoulders and pushes her against the arm of the couch, straddling her. She kisses her roughly, moving her lips to her neck to nip and bite at her. “That is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” she says. She moves her lips down and sucks on Robin’s collarbone.
“Oh, fuck,” Robin says, head falling backward as she moans. “But um, Nance. Bedroom.”
“Right. Sorry.”
It’s never taken so long to get up the stairs in her life, although Robin also suspects it may be the fastest she’s ever gotten up the stairs in her life. Either way, they make it to her bedroom and even manage to shut the door before Nancy’s slamming her up against it, leg pressed between her thighs.
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Nancy says against her ear. “I keep thinking about those sounds you made at the worst times. I’ll be driving and run a red light because I keep thinking about how you sound when you moan.”
“Wait, really?”
“No,” Nancy says. She nips at Robin’s earlobe. “I’m actually a very responsible driver. But it’s sexier if I say it this way, don’t you think?”
“I think anything would be sexy if you were the one who was saying it.”
“Hmm, maybe we should test that.” Nancy’s voice takes on a teasing tone. “What do you think, baby? I could stick my tits in your face and make you suck on them while I read you my grocery list. I bet you’d make all those little sounds again.”
“Oh my god,” Robin moans. She shifts against Nancy’s thigh, trying to get just a little bit of friction. “Yes, please, whatever you want.”
“So needy. No one looking at you would know your first kiss was less than a month ago.”
“I’m a fast learner.”
“Oh, don’t I know it.” Nancy pulls back a bit, cheeks slightly pink. “Speaking of learning, though, I don’t really know how to do this. I’ve only really—with guys—and obviously that goes a little differently.”
“Well, we’ve both been fantasizing, right? So maybe we just like, start with what we’re fantasizing about and go from there? Like, I really do want to suck on your tits again, so maybe that’s a good way to start?”
“You’re going to kill me, Robin Buckley,” Nancy says. She pulls back and undoes the first button of her shirt. Robin’s mouth immediately goes dry. By the third button, she can see the lacy black bra beginning to poke out.
“Holy shit,” Robin says. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?”
“What?”
“You’re wearing a sexy bra! I’ve never seen you in a bra that wasn’t one of your normal practical ones.”
Nancy laughs. She’s so fucking pretty when she laughs that Robin grabs her by the waist and kisses her again. “Okay, so maybe I hoped that something was going to happen tonight.”
Robin puts a tally in her mental “You Rule” column, because this definitely counts. “Have you been seducing me this whole time?”
“Not intentionally, no.”
“But unintentionally?”
Another beautiful laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”
Robin grabs Nancy by her hand and drags her to the bed. “Holy shit, this is going to be fun.”
She sits upright against the headboard and pulls Nancy onto her lap. Nancy reaches behind herself and unclasps the bra, dropping it onto the floor. Robin slides her lips around Nancy’s nipple and sucks.
“Fuck.” Nancy braces one hand on the headboard. “You just couldn’t wait to get your hands on me again, could you?”
Robin shakes her head, opening her mouth and taking more of Nancy’s tit into it. Nancy’s hips thrust down into her. She wonders how wet Nancy is, and moans as she realizes she’ll probably get a chance to find that out.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe how much you like this.” Nancy’s voice is shaky and a little awed.
“I told you.” Robin pulls her mouth off Nancy’s nipple. “I want to be a slut for you.”
Nancy’s face does something funny, and she uses her free hand to grab Robin by the back of her head and push her other nipple into Robin’s mouth. “I didn’t say you could stop,” she says.
The words go straight to Robin’s clit, and she redoubles her efforts, licking and sucking and doing everything she can to prove to Nancy what a good slut she can be. She wants to make Nancy come, over and over until she feels just as crazy as she’s driving Robin. She flicks her tongue, and Nancy moans.
“Oh god, yes, just like that.”
Robin repeats the motion, and Nancy thrusts down against her, but they’re not in a position where either can get any friction. Nancy makes a noise of frustration and pulls away.
“I think we need a different angle.”
“I could get on top of you,” Robin offers. “Then we could grind against each other.”
“Can I—” Nancy bites her lip. “I want to take your shirt off.”
“Yes. Please do that.”
Nancy reaches for the hem of Robin’s tank top and pulls it up over her head, followed by her bra. She swallows, eyes glued to Robin’s tits for a minute, then shakes herself and lies down on her back. Robin slots her leg between Nancy’s and leans back down, sucking her nipple into her mouth.
It’s so good at this angle that she feels like she’s about to cry. Nancy is actively grinding up into her thigh, and the motion makes her own nipples press against Nancy’s tummy with every thrust, which, wow. Nancy cards her fingers through her hair, and the gesture is almost tender.
“Your mouth is so good,” Nancy says, gasping as Robin nips at her. “Oh my god. How are you so good at this?”
“I am like, absurdly wet right now, so that helps,” Robin offers.
“Even though I’ve barely touched you?”
“You can always check if you don’t believe me.”
Nancy’s eyes widen fractionally, and then one of her hands leaves Robin’s hair and trails to the front of her shorts. She slides her fingers into Robin’s underwear and presses two of them inside of her. Robin bucks down onto them, burying her face in Nancy’s tit as she whimpers.
“Holy shit,” Nancy says.
“I know.” Robin’s voice is actively shaking now. “You make me so fucking wet, Nance.”
“You are kind of slutty, huh?” Nancy says. A mischievous look comes over her face. “I want to try something.”
“I can almost 100% confirm that I’ll like it, so please, go ahead.”
“Lift up your head.”
Robin pulls her head away from Nancy’s chest. Nancy slides her fingers out slowly and holds them up to Robin’s lips, raising an eyebrow. It feels like a dare. It feels like a question, like she’s looking for proof of something.
And Robin decides whatever it is, she’s going to prove it.
Her mouth falls open, and she lets Nancy shove her fingers in, sucking her own juices from Nancy’s skin. She grinds down on Nancy’s thigh as Nancy moves her fingers in and out.
“Hmmm, I wonder what else your mouth is good at,” Nancy says. She presses her fingers down hard against Robin’s tongue. “Maybe I’ll let you lick my pussy, and if you’re as good of a slut as you’re acting like you are, maybe I’ll fuck you your pussy the same way I’m fucking your mouth right now.”
“Please,” Robin whimpers, the sound muffled by Nancy’s fingers in her mouth.
“I’m not sure I heard that,” Nancy says. “Speak up, baby.” She pulls her fingers out, resting them on the outside of Robin’s lips.
“Please let me lick your pussy, I want to be good.”
Nancy shoves her fingers back in one last time, then pulls them out and wipes them on Robin’s cheek. “Okay. Show me.”
Her shorts have two buttons. Robin’s fingers are trembling so hard that she fumbles with them both, but she manages to get the shorts off. She’s confronted then by Nancy’s panties, black and lacy like her bra, like she matched them on purpose. She kisses the front, where there’s a wet spot that’s obvious even on the dark fabric, and pulls them down too.
That’s the easy part, because now that she’s face-to-face (face-to-pussy?) with the situation, Robin’s forced to admit that she actually has no idea what the fuck she’s doing.
“Start with your tongue inside me,” Nancy says, seeming to understand. “I want you to go slow, okay? In and out. I can guide you if you want.”
“What would that look like?”
“I put my hands in your hair—” Nancy demonstrates here, grabbing Robin’s hair by the roots, not quite gently. “You put your tongue in me, and I’ll move you where I want you.”
“Okay, yeah, let’s do it that way.”
“Were you telling the truth when you said you wanted me to be rough?”
“Yes.”
“Put your tongue in me,” she orders, and Robin complies, moaning at the taste. “It’s a good thing you like it a little rough,” Nancy says conversationally, pushing Robin’s face into her pussy so hard that she can barely breathe. “Because by the time we’re done, I want your face to be so covered with me that you smell like my pussy for the next week.”
The words send another flood of wetness between Robin’s legs, and she whimpers as Nancy fucks against her face, so hard that she can already feel the juices dripping down her chin. She relaxes her muscles and lets Nancy use her, pushing her face down for a few seconds at a time and then releasing it. There are these little breathy sounds coming from Nancy’s mouth, and her walls are starting to clench around Robin’s tongue. Robin tries to grind down against the bed, but there’s no way to get any friction, so she squeezes her thighs together.
“Oh my god, look at you,” Nancy says, stroking Robin’s hair and then pushing her face back hard against her. “You want to come so bad, don’t you?”
Robin doesn’t even bother with words, just lets out a loud moan against Nancy and licks up towards her clit.
“I thought you wanted me to be in charge. Is that how it is? You’re such a slut you can’t even wait for me to tell you what to do?” Nancy grips her hair hard, and it hurts, and Robin’s super into it. “Fine. Get your tongue on my clit, if you’re so eager.”
She yanks Robin up by a few inches, and Robin flicks her tongue against Nancy’s clit as fast as she can make it go. She’s not positive she’s doing this right, but Nancy seems into it and she’s pretty sure she’s at least partially making up for it with enthusiasm, and she’s 100% sure that if Nancy doesn’t touch her soon she might, like, actually die, so she needs to make Nancy come stat.
Nancy’s bucking her hips, her legs falling open further and her hand tightening and loosening in Robin’s hair. Her sounds are getting louder, more like moans, and Robin decides to take a risk and slides two fingers inside of her. The next moment, Nancy clenches around her and makes a noise so loud that Robin thinks the neighbors might be able to hear, and she should probably be more worried about that, but it’s just so hard to think with Nancy’s thighs clenched around her head.
After a moment, both the thighs and the grip on her hair loosen, and Robin pulls away. Her face and hand are both soaked, and her own pussy is throbbing. She looks Nancy in the eyes and slides her wet fingers into her mouth and sucks on them.
“Was I good?” she asks.
“So good, baby,” Nancy says, still breathing hard. She gestures for Robin to come closer, and wraps an arm around her so that Robin’s nestled at her side. She kisses Robin on the forehead. “Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll return the favor, okay?”
“Okay.”
Robin tries to be patient, but she’s so wet now, and Nancy’s tit is so close to eye level that she leans in and kisses the nipple. When Nancy doesn’t tell her to stop, she leans in and sucks on it, moving her thighs so they're wrapped around Nancy’s leg and rubbing against her. She’s so close that she thinks she might come like this, just from sucking Nancy’s nipple and grinding against her.
“Fuck.” Nancy closes her eyes. “Robin, baby.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I want you to show me how much you want me by getting yourself off on my leg like a cheap slut.” Nancy’s eyes snap open, and she looks horrified. “Fuck, sorry, that was too far, wasn’t it?”
“I can be a cheap slut for you,” Robin says. She hasn’t stopped rubbing against Nancy, actually isn’t quite sure she could stop if she wanted to. “But can I please get all the way naked?”
“Of course, baby.”
Robin shucks off her shorts and underwear, and Nancy’s leg feels so much better against her bare skin. She returns her mouth to Nancy’s tit, licking and sucking and rubbing her own tits against Nancy’s side. “Keep talking to me, please,” she says. “Tell me how good I’m being, or what a slut I am—fuck, I don’t care, just talk to me, I’m so close.”
“Okay. Um—shit, this is harder when it’s not just coming out of my mouth, give me a sec.”
“You were just coming in my mouth,” Robin says helpfully.
“And you were such a slut for it, weren’t you? Licking me off your fingers like you just couldn’t get enough. You’d probably let me use your mouth all day, wouldn’t you? You couldn’t even stand a few minutes of waiting, you had to wrap those slutty lips around my tit as soon as you had the chance.” Nancy weaves her fingers back into Robins hair and pushes her down harder against her chest.
Robin’s grinding has gone messy now, desperate and with barely any rhythm to it. She flicks her tongue on Nancy’s nipple and rubs against her leg, desperate to come, desperate for Nancy to keep calling her names, to keep using her mouth.
“You’re such a desperate slut, I might have to keep you in my bed and use that mouth whenever I feel like it. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Me waking you up in the middle of the night and straddling your face?”
It’s too intense. Robin’s hips buck against Nancy’s thigh one last time, and she comes so hard that she screams into Nancy’s tit. The hand in her hair holds her tightly to Nancy’s chest, muffling the sound. Robin rides out her orgasm, grinding down a few more times before she stops. Nancy releases her head and lets her up.
“Shit,” Robin says weakly, collapsing next to Nancy. “That was—fuck. Wow. Some other positive words that I can’t think of right now. You get the idea.”
There’s a glint in Nancy’s eyes. “What do you mean was?” she asks sweetly. “We’re not done yet.”
“But I just came.”
“You’ve never come twice in a row?”
Robin tries to sit up, and collapses back down. “Hold on. That’s a thing?”
“It is.” Nancy moves down the bed so she’s between Robin’s legs and runs a finger up her thigh. “What do you say, Buckley, you up for it?”
The whimper that comes of out of her mouth would be embarrassing, if she weren’t already so far past embarrassment even being an option. Nancy slides her fingers into Robin, first two, then a third, and as Robin finds out that night, it’s actually possible to come much more than twice in a row.