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Gretchen couldn't stand Cady. Hateful thoughts coursed through her head as she watched Regina brush Cady's hair, whispering compliments about ‘how soft it was’ and ‘how she loved the color’. Gretchen knew she didn't mean those comments but a part of her thought she did. Regina fascinated over Cady the same way she had fascinated over Gretchen; with desire and care. Gretchen knew Regina's need for Cady would dissolve, it did for her. But it still hurt having to step aside for Cady to take her spot while practicing for the winter talent show or having to sit on the floor during sleepovers because Cady got the bed. Gretchen hated the floor. She hated being farther away from Regina and she hated how Cady of all girls was the one to replace her.
“I'm better than her. Cady wishes she was me,” Gretchen said to herself every morning. Her affirmations had changed from, “I will be my absolute best for Regina,” to “I hope Cady trips up the stairs and leaves an imprint of her makeup on the steps,” Gretchen assumed the intense surge of anger that roamed in her body would pass after a few weeks but it only grew. Cady this, Cady that, Cady here, Cady there. Cady Cady Cady. Gretchen was losing it. It should've been her name rolling off of Regina's tongue, not that stupid white African girl who doesn't understand the first thing about style. Plaid shirts are out of style for crying out loud! But none of that mattered because Regina would make sure to fix Cady up to be as good as new. To make Cady her new prized possession, her new assistant. Gretchen could punch a wall just thinking about it.
“Hey, Regina, where did you put the burn book? There's a girl in my math class who's been trying to talk to Aaron for a few days now. I don't think she knows you guys are together,” Cady informed as she walked into Regina's room texting. She put her phone away when Regina pointed to her closet and said a quick hello to the girls she passed. While Karen chirped a hello back, Gretchen stayed quiet. She would've never been allowed in Regina's closet alone, not after she was caught looking through Regina's Chanel collection. All she wanted was to know what products she used for future birthday gifts but Regina didn't care. She banished her without a second thought and then told Gretchen to fetch a bowl of grapes from the fridge.
“What's her name? I bet Gretchen can add some things,” Regina said, kicking her feet off the edge of her bed. She smirked at Gretchen, her eyes half-lidded as she crossed her legs. Gretchen's stomach erupted into butterflies, the way that Regina looked at her was enough to send her into a coma for fifty years. At least she'd be happy there thinking about her leader for an eternity.
“Taylor L. I can't remember her last name,” When Cady emerged from her closet holding the burn book in her hands, Regina raised her eyebrow at Gretchen, silently asking if she knew the girl.
“Louderman. She's in drama, single, and is a huge dog owner. She chews her fingernails when she's concentrated and likes to reuse her gum,” Gretchen spoke as if the information had been waiting to be said for years. She knew it because why wouldn't she? When Regina wanted an answer, she had to be there to supply it. And it was all worth it to see Regina's slight nod of approval.
“Perfect, write that down Cady,” Cady nodded, puffing out her cheeks as she popped open a pen and started jotting it down in the book. Regina then patted the space next to her, causing Cady to stop and look. “Standing makes your handwriting worse,” Cady nodded and carefully sat in the seat Regina wanted her in. While she settled in, Regina's eyes analyzed her, eyeing her up and down slowly. Gretchen saw, she always did, and every time she did, she thought of a new affirmation for the next morning. This one was, “fuck you, Cady Heron,” but she's already said that already.
“When's our next sleepover?” Karen asked. All eyes darted to her and before Regina could get it out, Gretchen answered for her.
“This Friday but not for long, Regina's busy on the weekend,” Gretchen turned to Regina as she spoke, making sure she was getting her information right. Judging by Regina's grin of approval, she said everything that needed to be said.
“Such a good girl, aren't you?” Gretchen smiled, Regina's praise setting a permanent stone in Gretchen's head. What she'd give to be called Regina's good girl is criminal.
“Thanks, Gretchen, I kind of forgot too,” Cady whispered after Regina left for the bathroom. Number 1 she said before strutting out of her room. Gretchen couldn't stop herself from staring at her ass. The way it shook was mesmerizing.
“Mhm,” Gretchen hummed, refusing to look Cady in her eyes.
“Oh and thank you for the information on Taylor, you're really helpful!” The compliment flew over Gretchen's head like a migrating bird. Fuck Cady and fuck her stupid compliments. Gretchen only trusted Regina's compliments, even if they were fake.
“Good,” Cady gave her an odd look but shrugged it off when Regina came back in with a dramatic hair flip. Regina approached the three before pulling Cady out of their lined-up formation and setting the redhead on her bed. She stood over her, head tilted as she eyed Cady with a look that Gretchen knew meant that Regina was reading her to a pulp. Whatever she wanted out of Cady, Gretchen knew she could've supplied. Quiet? Yep. Embarrassing? Obviously. Greedy? Self-centered? Power hungry? Gretchen may have gone off the rails with the last few ones, but she knew how to read Cady in her own way.
“Cady,” Regina finally said after a few minutes of silence. Cady stayed staring at Regina as she tilted her head and hummed. Regina grinned, putting her hand on Cady's chin and rubbing her jaw. Gretchen knew Regina had a thing for obedient girls. Cady looked like a puppy; tail wagging and tongue out waiting for her owner to tell her what to do. It was right up Regina’s alley. “Why don't we try on more dresses for Spring Fling?” Cady nodded and stood when Regina commanded her to with her fingers.
“Can I head inside your closet?” Cady asked, politely waiting for Regina's next order.
“No need, these two are done here,” Regina looked over her shoulder, pointing her eyes from the girl's to the door. Leave, she was saying. Gretchen bit down on her lip, holding back her tongue as she followed Karen out the door. Never mind; fuck Cady is a perfect affirmation.
It was late, but Gretchen was struggling to fall asleep. Her eyelids were heavy and her breathing was slow, but her body was fighting to stay awake. Her brain was telling her to stay awake, to wait for a text message from Regina asking her to come over. She could picture how it would go, how Regina would use abbreviations to sound nonchalant but really needed company. Gretchen missed those texts. They were like holidays, they didn't come often but when they did they were the best thing ever. Cuddling up in Regina's bed was one of her favorite experiences with her because she liked it when Regina was soft. She liked when Regina was vulnerable and would talk like she didn't care who heard her. When Regina was no longer Regina George.
But Gretchen eventually started to slip into unconsciousness as she began to register that there was no text coming through. She did this every night with no shame whatsoever. She would gladly wait a million years for Regina to text her if it meant late-night conversations about real feelings and occasional hugging. Gretchen fell asleep without fail, her mind's last thought being of her best friend: Regina George.
“You miss me,” Regina said, her voice low and sultry. Gretchen was seated on her bed, head tilted up as she maintained eye contact with Regina. Regina stayed standing, hands on her hips as she eyed Gretchen down. Her gaze held an indescribable power to them that Gretchen would beg for Regina to take out on her.
“I do,” Regina grinned, climbing onto the bed and laying beside Gretchen. Her elbow was bent, her hand holding her head while her eyes wandered all over Gretchen's body. Gretchen's skin was on fire and she craved to feel Regina's hands all over her. Only Regina could make her feel this desperate.
“Good girl, I knew you would,” Regina sat up and grabbed Gretchen's shoulders as she hoisted herself onto Gretchen's lap. She tilted her head as her eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes. Before Gretchen could speak, Regina pushed her on the bed, eliciting a grunt from Gretchen's throat. She loved it when Regina took control of her, it was exciting. Regina held onto Gretchen's sides, slowly grinding her body on Gretchen's. Gretchen watched in awe, her breath occasionally hitching when Regina would grind on a pleasure spot through her jeans. “You like this?” Gretchen swallowed, breathing out of her mouth as her pupils dilated.
“Yes, yes I like this Regina,” Regina bit her lip, leaning down to stuff her head in Gretchen's neck. Her pace continued as pressed little pecks against Gretchen's neck. The burning in Gretchen's skin didn't stop as more kisses were pressed on her. Regina's lips felt so good, the bearer of all pleasure. Regina sighed out of her nose, the air tickling Gretchen's skin.
“I want to see more of you,” Gretchen didn't need to be told twice to start taking her shirt off. She set it aside as Regina sat up, pausing her grinding session to watch Gretchen undress herself. After Gretchen unclipped and set aside her bra, she looked up at Regina, eyes flickering from her jeans to Regina's eyes. Regina understood and slid off of Gretchen, assisting Gretchen in undressing herself. When her jeans were on the floor, Regina laid her body on Gretchen's, her head on Gretchen's shoulder. Gretchen felt hot flashes surging through her body, making her clit tingle.
“Touch me, please,” Gretchen was too desperate not to plead but it was worth it when Regina moaned into her mouth.
“You need me that bad?” It sounded more of a statement rather than a question, like Regina knew the effect she had on Gretchen. Gretchen nodded, beads of sweat dripping all down the side of her face. Regina pressed a kiss on Gretchen's cheek before sitting up. She traced her fingers down Gretchen’s chest, flipping and pinching at her nipples as she passed them by. Gretchen grit her teeth, her face red as she watched Regina tease her. She needed more than light touches and teasing looks. She needed Regina's hand down her pants, rubbing away at Gretchen's sensitive spot. Her body was tense, and tight while Regina traced a heart across Gretchen's stomach with her fingers. “You'll have to wait, can you do that baby?” Gretchen chewed the inside of her cheek. Regina's voice had her head spinning and her heart pounding. Regina could say anything sounding like that and Gretchen would've been ready to give up her self-worth all over again.
“I can try,” Regina smirked, suddenly sliding her fingers up the sides of Gretchen's body. Gretchen jumped before Regina leaned down and kissed Gretchen's forehead.
“Such a good little girl. Come try for mommy,” Gretchen whined, closing her eyes and letting her head drop. She was Regina's good little girl and Regina was her mommy. Gretchen could feel Regina playing with the outer side of her thighs, tracing little things over them. It turned Gretchen on, her arousal skyrocketing to the moon and further. Regina's teasing was making her short-circuit. All she could hear was the puddle between her legs grow with each drop that leaked from her hole. “You're doing so good,” Gretchen was panting. She was good, and that was enough.
“I'm good?” Regina chuckled, squeezing Gretchen's thighs.
“You're good,” Gretchen moaned. She put her hands to her face before the warmth of Regina's hands left her body. Her hands ran off of her and when her gaze found Regina, she sat sitting on her bed with her legs spread. “Come here. Hump Mommy's leg,” Gretchen sat up and eagerly made her way to Regina's leg. She positioned herself so she sat on Regina's thigh before looking into Regina's eyes, pleading for permission. Regina smirked, leaning closer and kissing between Gretchen's boobs. “Go ahead, baby,” Gretchen failed to hesitate as she started humping Regina's leg. It felt so good for the built-up pressure to be released with each jerk of her hips. She whined, her movements getting more frantic as she chased an orgasm. Regina had played the fuck out of her and now Gretchen was on the verge of cumming from nothing. It was embarrassing how easy it was for her to become aroused.
“Regina,” Her voice shook as her eyes squeezed shut, concentrating herself on her movements. Regina suddenly put her hands on Gretchen's sides, forcing her to stop herself.
“Not now baby, Mommy's busy,”
When Gretchen opened her eyes, she was alone. She was in her bedroom and after inspecting the clock, she saw it was barely past 1 am. Her cheeks flushed as she looked away, embarrassment seeping in from all angles. Regina George: the woman of Gretchen's dreams (quite literally). There needed to be a study on why Regina was the finest girl of Northshore. Hell, probably the finest girl in the world. But thinking about Regina wasn't enough for Gretchen to push back her naughty intentions. She needed to cum, she was teased in her dream and she couldn't hold back the urge to touch herself anymore.
Reaching her nightstand, Gretchen grabbed her phone and opened up a secret album buried deep in a collection of random photo albums. Inside were thousands of images of Regina, dating as far back as middle school; all photos Gretchen saved as soon as she clicked the camera button. Regina was gorgeous, and Gretchen couldn't stop herself from saving her beauty on her phone, especially for times like these. The one thing she wouldn't tell Regina was how at times like these, late at night and horny, Gretchen would use her pictures for masturbation.
After undoing the knot in her pajama pants, she slid her hand down them, bypassing her underwear. She began to rub herself, clicking and swiping through her many pictures of Regina. The feeling made her hips jerk for more and soon her swipes became frantic. She was searching for anything, any pose, any expression, or any outfit that would get her more turned on. Gretchen paused when she reached a video, letting it play on her screen as she slid a finger into her vagina.
Regina was on her bed, in a sports bra and shorts, panting and groaning. Gretchen almost forgot why she had that, being blinded by the pleasure of pumping her finger. But that day was after Regina did a two-hour-long zumba lesson with Gretchen and Karen. She was sweating like crazy and completely out of breath. Karen was on the ground behind her, fanning herself while also breathing heavily, but the camera stayed locked on Regina. Gretchen could hear herself trying not to pant so the only audio coming through was Regina's dramatic grunts and whines. Gretchen set her phone against her ear, leaning her head back as she slipped another finger inside. Her fingers sliding up and down her walls felt way better than they should've; combined with Regina's groans was Gretchen's version of heaven.
“God, Regina,” She moaned quietly, letting her mind make up scenarios in which Regina was the one pumping her fingers. She would watch Gretchen intently, an avaricious smirk settled on her face as she quickened her pace. She'd want to hear Gretchen moan, Gretchen just knew it. Gretchen whined, imagining Regina touching her skin was making her more dazed than ever. Eventually, Gretchen pulled her fingers out, rubbing her clit with speed. She needed to cum while her thoughts on Regina were as vivid as they were now. A low groan from Gretchen's video sent her over the edge, and Gretchen chewed violently on her lip as she quieted a string of whimpers and moans. As she came, Gretchen could feel her panties being drenched with squirt. She wished she could've screamed Regina's name as loudly as she could but the thought of her parents coming in or hearing was enough to keep her consistent with her whines.
When Gretchen stopped rubbing, she left her hand in her hands. Panting, she stared at her ceiling, wondering what she could do to get rid of Cady. She would kill to be able to stay at Regina's house alone trying on dresses. Regina would love her body, she would love her choices, she would love her. But those thoughts could never make a difference, and Gretchen found herself standing in Regina's room later in the day watching Regina play with Cady's shirt. Gretchen knew she was a second option and one look on Cady's wistful face said enough for her to conclude one thing.
Cady was determined to keep it that way.