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Caitlyn felt the bass of the club music pounding in her head. She sighed for what must have been the millionth time that night, sipping at her martini and scanning the room with distain.
She’d been on edge lately. She was snappy with her friends, short with her parents and a bit of a tyrant at work. That’s what tonight was meant to fix. Caitlyn tried not to be too dependant on anyone or anything to get through her hectic and often isolating life, but she was only human at the end of the day. And at the end of this day, Caitlyn needed to have sex.
Hot, sweaty, rough, mind melting sex.
She wasn’t the most experienced woman in the world, though she’d had her fair share of romantic encounters. Most were.. nice. The women she tended to attract were polite. Pretty. And entirely too respectful.
Her friends were having a much better time than her, Mel and Elora dancing in the mass of sweaty bodies. Caitlyn tried not to sigh again from her seat at the bar.
“Need some company?”
Caitlyn turned her head, already prepared to be bored with whoever had approached her, until her eyes fell on the sight of a woman straight from her wettest of wet lesbian dreams.
Red hair styled in a wolf cut. Bangs hanging a little too long over her eyes, which were covered with smoky black shadow. Scars and piercings on a face equal parts gorgeous and handsome. Storm grey eyes that shamelessly raked her from head to toe, pink tongue poking out to lick full perfectly shaped lips.
Oh.
“Do I look that desperate?” Caitlyn spoke loud to be heard over the music, not letting her immediate attraction to the woman show.
“Well you know what they say about misery.” The woman winked, bringing a glass of dark amber to her mouth.
Caitlyn raised her eyebrows but couldn’t help the smile she felt tug at her lips.
“Vi.” The woman held out her hand, short nails painted black and red.
Caitlyn looked at it with an air of disgust she wasn’t quite able to school. Vi, apparently, withdrew the offer with a scoff. But she didn’t take her eyes off of Caitlyn, even as she turned her own head away to stare into the dancing crowd.
She felt the brush of lips against her ear and froze as warmth swept through her body as a gravelly timber spoke, “If you want help getting that stick out of your ass, I’ll be out front.”
Caitlyn felt her face heat and her jaw slack at the woman’s audacity. She turned her head just in time to see her slide a few bills across the bar and part the crowd completely unbothered in the direction of the front door. Caitlyn spent all of two seconds deciding what she wanted to do. But she didn’t move just yet. A part of her wanted to let the woman squirm, waiting to see if Caitlyn would take the bait. Truthfully she didn’t think there was a world in which she didn’t. Her pulse was strong under her skin, and there was an uncomfortable wetness growing inside her panties that made itself known as soon as she shifted.
Hopping from her seat, Caitlyn made her way over to Mel.
“Caity! Have you finally decided to join us for a dance?” Her friends enthusiasm was quite adorable, and Caitlyn smiled wide before telling her that she was leaving to, hopefully, get laid.
“You sure? Wait, let me see her first.”
Caitlyn shook her head, “She’s already gone outside.”
Mel pouted. “Be safe darling, please. My phone is on so call if anything goes wrong.”
Caitlyn gave her a quick hug, agreeing to her terms before making her way to the door. She felt slightly insane, deciding to leave her friends to hook up with a stranger. But there was an undeniable thrill that pushed her forward and lit her blood on fire. The air outside the bar was cool compared to the packed atmosphere inside. Caitlyn scanned the parking lot, conscious not to appear too eager as she searched for that head of coloured hair. Across the street she saw it, her face lit by the bud of a cigarette held close to her face. She was already watching Caitlyn. She was smiling, smirking actually.
For a second they just stared. Then Vi cocked her head, calling Caitlyn over. She rolled her eyes but moved. Vi waited until Caitlyn was standing right in front of her to speak. Their height difference was more apparent now, especially in her heels. She looked down at the other woman, ignoring the way her head swam at their proximity. Or maybe it was the look in her eyes.
“I walked here, my place is down this way.” Vi motioned behind her.
Anxiety threatened to spike in Caitlyn’s chest. Maybe this really wasn’t a great idea.
“I’ll walk in front if you want. And I’ll keep my hands where you can see ‘em.” Vi gave her something like a playful smile, raising her hands as if she was being arrested.
Caitlyn gestured for her to lead the way, following behind at a reasonable distance. It was a short walk, and Caitlyn watched Vi fish her keys from the carabiner on her belt loop to unlock the door. Caitlyn walked cautiously up a flight of stairs to an apartment door and walked in after Vi.
“Come on in princess. Make yourself comfortable.”
Caitlyn stepped out of her heels, walking further into the apartment. It was small but cute, decorated with amateur art work and the collections of a person who had lived a well traveled life. She put her purse down on the kitchen counter and hummed to herself as she appraised the space.
“You’re a quiet one aren’t you.” The voice was closer than she’d expected, hands slid around her waist from behind. Warmth seeped into her from where Vi pressed herself against Caitlyn’s back.
“Lucky for you.” Her voice came out horse, betraying her nerves. She so rarely did things like this.
“Hmm. Want a drink?” Lips ghosted over the curve of her throat.
“I’m alright.” Caitlyn let her head tip slightly as Vi kissed gently over her burning skin.
“Bedrooms that way.” Vi gently angled Caitlyn’s hips toward the hall with her hands.
Well. That was very forward.
But she supposed that was what they were here for. Caitlyn steeled her nerves, moving with all the confidence she could muster, out of Vi’s grip and down the hall. She glanced over her shoulder with a look she hoped said ‘what are you waiting for?’
She felt slightly ridiculous, moving around this woman’s house as if she’d been there before. As if she knew where she was going. But suddenly there was no reason to feel that, no reason to think about anything other than Vi’s lips back on her skin again. More demanding this time, mouthing hungrily over her neck. Caitlyn was pressed against the door of what she hoped was the bedroom, Vi pressed the length of her body against Caitlyn’s so they were flush together. There was an unmistakable bulge resting against the curve of her ass that Caitlyn couldn’t help but rock back against. Vi bit into the curve of her shoulder, and Caitlyn felt a moan get stuck in her throat. Hands roamed up the sides of her body, bunching the fabric of her dress. Vi squeezed at her breasts, groaning long and low. Caitlyn gasped, arching her back into the feeling of this woman roughly taking hold of her body like it was owed to her.
“You got a safe word princess?”
Caitlyn shook her head, “The traffic system works fine.” She could barely get the words out, her head was quickly growing foggy as Vi found and pinched at her nipples.
“Perfect.”
The next moment Vi had opened the door, holding Caitlyn against her as she moved them inside. Roughly Vi turned her body and back to her towards the bed. Calloused hands came up to cup her face, while urging her to sit. The bed was soft under Caitlyn, but Vi was still standing, forcing Caitlyn to look up at her. Those eyes burned through her, fingers leisurely running over cheekbones and across her jaw. A thumb brushed over her bottom lip, then pushed at it, forcing the digit into her mouth. Caitlyn moaned in protest but lapped her tongue over it, savouring the salt as she sucked it deeper. Vi’s gaze turned molten, looking from her eyes to her mouth and back.
“Bet you’re used to getting your way aren’t you pretty girl? You expect everyone to give you what you want.” Vi leaned closer, pushing her thumb further into Caitlyn’s mouth without warning. “And they give it to you, but it’s not enough. They don’t know what you need. Not really.”
In a swift motion Vi removed her finger, making Caitlyn gasp. She mourned the loss, pouting up at Vi who only smirked. With that same hand, she grabbed at Caitlyn’s jaw, tilting her head up. Caitlyn was completely outside of herself, she felt elated.
This, this is exactly what she’d been aching for. This woman was clearly not shy about dominating Caitlyn, but she had an energy about her. Something that told Caitlyn she would be taken care of even as she was stripped down, made to bend, maybe even to break. But she would also be held, put back together with tenderness. Her toes curled at the thought. She felt her panties stick to her drenched pussy as Vi licked slowly up the side of her neck. A small gasp escaped her. Her whole body was humming now, alive and alert and primed to be fucked within an inch of her life.
Vi brought her mouth back to Caitlyn’s ear, panting against it. She slid one finger under the strap of her dress, “Color?”
“Green.” The word came out thick and heavy.
“Good girl.” Releasing her jaw, Vi stepped back so they were no longer touching. “Undress for me.”
Caitlyn hesitated only a moment before she unzipped the side of her dress, pulled the fabric away and tossed it to the floor. She had decided against a bra as per Mel’s advice, and her exposed nipples hardened despite the fevered heat of her body. Vi bit her lip and watched Caitlyn.
Just.. watched her.
Watched her pant. Watched her squirm. Watched her fidget with the sheets between her fingers. Watched her chew the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to beg Vi to tell her to do something else. Her pulse jumped at the thought of being given another instruction.
Vi’s gaze roamed her like she had all the time in the world to just drink in the sight of Caitlyn just sitting on her bed like this.
“Touch yourself.”
Caitlyn moved her hand to her clothed pussy, instinctively she found her clit and circled it. Vi zeroed in on the action. Caitlyn saw her chest stall as she caught sight of the wet spot. She spread her legs wider as she got more into it.
And holy shit. Who would have guessed that masturbating for this woman would turn out to be the most erotic thing Caitlyn had ever done. A shudder claimed her body, she tipped her head back as a wave of pleasure broke over her.
“Look at me.” Vi’s sharp command cut through her, immediately Caitlyn snapped her head back. It was hard to focus her eyes but she tried, her need to please this woman outweighing her bodies desire to chase her own high.
Vi took a step forward before kneeling right between Caitlyn’s spread thighs. “Fuck princess. You’re soaked.” Caitlyn bucked into her hand, a whine spilling from her throat. She was getting close.
“Take those off.” Caitlyn’s movements were jerky as she slid the ruined fabric away from her pussy. Before she could toss them away, Vi snatched the panties from her fingers bringing them to her face. Caitlyn gasped as she watched Vi inhale the scent from her panties, groaning loudly and grabbing at herself through her pants.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Caitlyn hadn’t even realized she had. She moved her fingers again, rubbing at her swollen bundle of nerves with practiced ease. Her muscles strained from the position of her body, but she was so close now she couldn’t bare to stop.
“Vi, please.”
“Begging already princess?”
“I-I’m close, I want to-”
“Why should I give a fuck what you want?”
The words took Caitlyn aback. She blinked, her fingers slowing their movements as she tried to process the words.
“W-what?”
“You heard me, why should I care? Why should I make this about you? What if I want to make it about me? What if I don’t want you to come? If I decide to edge you all fuckin’ night, would you let me?”
Caitlyn whimpered at that. Oh god, she really wanted to get laid tonight. And that definitely included getting off. A part of her debated just getting up and leaving right then and there. But the look on Vi’s face. There was something happening here. A test. A challenge. Caitlyn swallowed her pride, swallowed any expectations she had about where this night would go. She allowed herself to do something she hardly ever did. She made herself vulnerable.
“I would let you.” Her voice was smaller than she expected, “I would let you do whatever you wanted with me. But please, tell me what I can do to earn it. I-I want to be good for you.”
Vi grinned at her. Standing up she walked closer to Caitlyn. “Hmm. Good answer pretty girl.”
Without another word Vi swatted Caitlyn’s hand away, replacing it with her own and started rubbing her clit with a speed that made her cry out. Her other hand held onto Caitlyn’s jaw again, forcing her to look up at Vi as she bucked and gasped and shook with the need to come.
“Keep begging for it.” That voice, steel wrapped in velvet as it slid across her senses.
“Oh god.”
“Not my name baby.”
“Vi! Please, can I come for you, pleasepleaseplease- ”
“Fuck yes, come for me princess.”
“Yes, ye -ah!- oh!” Caitlyn kept her eyes open for as long as she could, even when they rolled back in her head as her orgasm broke free inside her like a storm.
Even when the haze mostly cleared from her mind, she was still breathing hard. She came to and felt Vi’s thumb stroking her jaw to soothe her, she nuzzled into the feeling without thinking, enjoying the way Vi’s palm opened to cradle her cheek.
“Colour?” The question came softly from above her.
“Hmm, green.” She could only mumble, face pressed into what might have been the fabric of Vi’s shirt given the warmth radiating from the other side of her face.
“Aww, did that empty your pretty little head baby?”
Caitlyn nodded.
“Wow, you’re easy huh princess? Just one orgasm and you’re putty in my hands. I gotta say I really thought I’d had my work cut out, but you needed this didn’t you?”
Caitlyn sighed deeply. Contentedly. The rumble of Vi’s low timber under her ear was like a lullaby, Caitlyn could just drift off to sleep.
“Ah ah, none of that baby. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
The hand at her jaw moved to grip her hair into a ponytail, tugging her head back. Caitlyn opened her eyes, lids heavy. She was greeted with the sight of Vi with her pants undone, one hand beneath the tight denim stroking dark red silicone. Caitlyn’s heart fluttered. Even as it was still tucked mostly out of her view, she could tell it was thicker than anything she’d taken before. She looked up at Vi, licking her lips.
“God, you are a greedy thing.”
Caitlyn’s hands shook, but she reached forward, tugging at the waist of Vi’s pants. She kept her gaze up, silently waiting for approval. Vi jerked her chin in acknowledgment. Caitlyn had to fight a bit to get the material down, the pants were skin tight, and Vi’s ass filled them out almost too well. Vi held onto her hair, guiding her down as she moved her pants lower. She concentrated, huffing in annoyance every time they got stuck over the thick muscle of her thighs.
Shit. This woman was built.
Finally Vi kicked the pants away from her ankles. Caitlyn stayed low, deciding to take the initiative and knelt. She looked up the length of Vi’s body. Vi was looking back, carefully peeling the black, studded leather jacket away from her to let it fall. Leaving her in only a thin, white tank top. Caitlyn’s eyes immediately shot to her arms. Muscular, heavily tattooed skin, biceps that made her want to scream ‘put me in a headlock’. Vi grasped the base of the strap, stroking it idly and humming to herself. She looked like she was deciding what she wanted to do with Caitlyn, and moving like she had the night to figure it out. Caitlyn squirmed. The ache in her core was becoming more difficult to ignore.
“Open your mouth.”
Caitlyn rushed to obey, moving forward to take the length into her mouth. A sharp tug on her scalp stopped her.
“I didn’t say you could put your mouth on my cock, did I? I said open it.”
Caitlyn whined in the back of her throat at being chastised. She was just eager to get things going, already so desperate. She let her mouth fall open, gaze open as she looked up at Vi.
“That’s better.” Vi leaned forward and spit directly on Caitlyn’s tongue. Surprise gripped her, followed quickly by the instinct to recoil. But Vi’s voice stopped her. “Good girl, keep it nice and wide for me.” Caitlyn stayed perfectly still as Vi spit at her again. This time she accepted it, noting the way her clit pulsed as Vi’s spit collected on her tongue.
This was new. Never in her life had anyone ever spit on Caitlyn. To her utter shock, she found herself wanting to experience it again. But instead Vi moved the head of the dildo to tap it against her tongue, spreading the wetness around. Wordlessly she pushed it deeper, Caitlyn closed her mouth around the length her. Her eyes fluttered as the toy stretched around her lips. Vi kept pushing, nearly making her gag before pulling out.
She gave Caitlyn an assessing look, “Not bad. I’ll have to train that pretty mouth a bit more.” Then she pushed back inside.
Caitlyn forced her jaw to go slack, forced her tongue out to trace the underside of the cock, forced herself to ignore the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She focused her attention on Vi, on her expressions, on making her face light up with pride. It was true, Caitlyn didn’t usually partake in this sort of thing. All her previous lovers had been content to let her call the shots and didn’t bother pushing back or asking for anything Caitlyn didn’t initiate to give. As she worked her mouth over Vi, taking her deeper a little bit at a time, she found herself in a rhythm. It was nice. The ache forming in her jaw was pleasant, her mind had gone blank, her body moving on autopilot to fuck Vi into her mouth.
“That’s it baby. There you go.” Vi was pushing her hips forward to meet Caitlyn in tiny thrusts that made her eyes roll as her throat struggled to take the stretch.
Caitlyn gaged loudly on a particularly deep thrust, making Vi pull away completely. Caitlyn gasped, eyes watering.
“Okay princess, that’s enough. You did so good for me.” Caitlyn smiled at the praise. Vi released her hair, running her fingers through it to massage her scalp. Caitlyn hummed, letting her eyes close to enjoy the sensation. Vi gave her a few gentle pats on the cheek.
“Up on the bed. Face down, arch that back.”
Caitlyn moved on wobbly legs, standing to position herself as Vi had told her. She could feel how wet she’d become as her pussy was exposed for Vi to see. Slick had gathered to coat her inner thighs. She shivered as the air cooled it against her. Deciding to be a little cheeky, Caitlyn wiggled her ass back at Vi.
“Oh, that’s how it is? And to think I was about to reward you for being such a good little slut.” The words shot straight to her clit.
Fuck.
Caitlyn had always liked the idea of being degraded, but there never seemed to be a good time to bring it up before. The thought of asking for it was just too awkward. She buried her head into the sheets, trying not to moan out loud.
The bed dipped as Vi settled behind her on the bed. Hands ran up her thighs and grabbed at the swell of her ass. Caitlyn felt lightheaded as Vi parted her slick pussy. She held herself still, letting her look her fill.
“Such a pretty cunt baby. All wet and dripping for me.” The next thing she felt was the head of Vi’s cock tapping against her entrance. “Colour?”
“Green. So, so green.”
Vi chuckled darkly, one hand gripping her waist possessively.
Caitlyn couldn’t help the wanton moan that came from the feeling of that initial stretch as Vi pushed herself inside. She took her time, paying attention to the way Caitlyn’s body responded to every movement. When she felt the toy touch her in that soft, familiar spot, she raised her head.
“Please Vi, fuck me harder.” She didn’t care how needy she sounded, she was throbbing around the cock so hard it was driving her insane.
“I will baby. Just want you to take me all the way first.”
Caitlyn stilled. Was that not..?
She glanced over her shoulder. Vi’s face was tight with concentration, eyes locked on the place between their bodies. Caitlyn pushed herself up to look. Holy shit. The toy wasn’t all the way inside her as Caitlyn had thought. It wasn’t even halfway there. Panic gripped her.
“Y-yellow.” Vi stilled immediately, her eyes found Caitlyn’s.
“Okay. What do you need, should I pull out?”
Caitlyn bit her lip for a second before shaking her head. “No I just. I’ve never taken something this big, I’m..” Her voice trailed off, not wanting to admit out loud that she was nervous.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to. I have smaller ones if you want, just say the word.” Vi was smoothing her hands over Caitlyn’s hips. It was nice. She took a deep breath. Vi’s face was open, Caitlyn found no trace of annoyance or disappointment.
“You can keep going. I-I want to try. Just, go slowly. Please.”
Vi nodded, leaning forward she kissed the middle of Caitlyn’s back before carefully pulling out. But not all the way. She inched back in, slowly, letting Caitlyn’s body relax before moving again. Eventually Caitlyn laid down again, trusting that Vi would take her time. She concentrated on her body, breathing through every new stretch, allowing her pussy to open, making it easier for Vi to slide deeper.
“That’s it princess, almost there.” Caitlyn sank deeper into the mattress, her body open and pliant enough for Vi to push that final inch inside her. She felt the warmth of Vi’s hips coming flush with her ass and sighed. She did it.
“Good girl, you did perfect baby. Let me know when you’re ready for me to move okay?” Caitlyn nodded. She tested the length, clenching a bit and gasped at the feeling. She was full. She wondered what room Vi would have to fuck her. There was nowhere left for her to go. She squeezed herself around it again. An unfamiliar feeling swept her. She didn’t know what to make of it, but she let her body’s instincts guide her.
“Y-you can move.”
Vi sucked in a breath, moving back only slightly before pushing back in. Caitlyn enjoyed that. It wasn’t too overwhelming like she’d been afraid of. Vi moved again, withdrawing further before thrusting back in again. That was a bit more intense but still, not unpleasant. The third time Caitlyn felt herself try to hold onto the strap as Vi pulled it out, then a zip of pain as she pushed back in. Caitlyn gasped. She almost told Vi to stop, but the pain had already begun morphing into pleasure. Her head swam at the sensation.
“Still doing okay pretty girl?” Vi sounded more worried than anything, but Caitlyn couldn’t bring herself to speak.
She nodded against the sheets. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t fight them. Vi kept going, inch by inch, slowly fucking into Caitlyn, pausing every now and then to watch the way her body responded. On a particularly deep thrust, Caitlyn let herself cry out.
This was the feeling she was afraid of. She was overwhelmed. But she didn’t want it to stop.
Vi stilled against her, and Caitlyn whined, grinding her ass back.
“Princess, are you alr-”
“Green. Green. Green green green.” She chanted, her desperation now turned into something else. A need more primal and demanding than anything she’d ever felt.
“Fuck, are you sure?”
Caitlyn moved herself forward and slammed back, fucking herself on Vi’s cock moaning loud as she felt it rub against that sensitive spot inside her.
It seemed that was answer enough for Vi. She pulled out and slammed back into Caitlyn’s aching pussy. Over and over, she pounded into her, Caitlyn felt her brain melting as Vi fucked her, every stroke long and deep. Caitlyn was a mess. Drooling as her mouth hung open, streams of babbling nonsense falling from her lips as she lost herself to this moment.
“Yeah. This is what you wanted isn’t it baby, this is what you needed. What no one else could give you.”
“Uh huh”
“You’re lucky I showed up tonight. I almost didn’t even go to the bar. Imagine that. Poor little princess would’ve gone home disappointed.” Vi spoke like she couldn’t stop herself, the words kept pouring out of her, lighting Caitlyn up from the inside out. “Would you have gone home and fucked yourself? Used those fingers to make yourself come, or do you have toys at home? Maybe you would’ve called someone over to do it for you. Either way it wouldn’t have been enough. Because it wouldn’t have been me.”
Caitlyn felt herself gush around Vi’s cock. Her hands fisted in the sheets. The walls of her stretched pussy fluttered, holding tight as her pleasure mounted.
“I think you should thank me. Thank me for deciding to take you home, even after you were such a brat. Thank me for letting you come at all, thank me for bending you over and filling your whore cunt.”
“Oh fffuck” Caitlyn chocked on a sob. Vi was so filthy. Caitlyn was already mourning the fact that she might never have this again. Vi was moving faster now, Caitlyn could hear her panting loud felt the sweat of her body as she stretched herself over Caitlyn’s back. Teeth grazed over her neck, Caitlyn arched into the sensation.
“Thank me princess. Thank me for filling your cunt.”
“Th-thank you Vi.”
“For..”
“Thank y-you for filling my whore cunt.”
“Good fucking girl.”
Caitlyn’s body seized, she blinked hard, mouth open in a silent scream as she pulsed around Vi’s cock. Milking it as she came. Vi slowed her movements, thrusting carefully in and out as Caitlyn rode out her high. Her cheeks burned hot, her face wet with tears and drool and sweat. When she could take a deep breath, she tapped Vi’s leg, who carefully pulled herself all the way out. She sighed, flopping her legs down so she was start-fished out across Vi’s bed. The woman laughed. Caitlyn heard what she assumed was Vi removing the harness, before warm hands were massaging up the length of her spine. She moaning happily. Vi rubbed her fingers into the muscle of her hips and shoulders trailing her skin with soft kisses as she went. Gradually Caitlyn’s mind began to reform. Taking a solid shape. She wondered what time is was, and whether or not Mel had tried to reach her.
“You need something? Water, a snack?” Vi asked, probably sensing her shift in body language. Caitlyn lifted her head, she turned over to look at Vi. Her head was propped up in one hand, the other trailing fingers up and down Caitlyn’s inner thighs.
“My purse.” Her voice came out rough, like she’d just woken up from a deep sleep. In a way perhaps she had.
“You got it.” Vi bounced up. She was gone all of ten seconds before she was walking back into the room. Caitlyn’s purse in one hand and a water bottle in the other, she accepted both with a smile. She dug through her purse and found her phone. Tapping the screen she saw she had a few unread messages and one missed call from Mel. She checked the messages first.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just need to let my friend know I didn’t get murdered.”
“Say no more.” Caitlyn watched Vi but pretended not to, as she picked up the harness and walked into the bathroom.
She quickly typed out a few short responses to Mel’s worried texts. She loved how concerned her friends always were for her wellbeing. Mel replied immediately, warning Caitlyn that she nearly called the police in her worry but was glad she was safe. After another quick message promising details over brunch, Caitlyn stashed her phone back in her purse. Vi reappeared shortly after, giving Caitlyn a warm smile. She was sitting cross legged on the bed now, picking at a loose thread, nervous outside the heat of the moment. Vi mirrored her, sitting to face Caitlyn and bumping their knees together.
“Hey”
“Hey”
“So, I realized I never got your name.” Vi smiled sheepishly as she spoke.
“You never asked.” Caitlyn took a large sip of her water before handing it to Vi. She seemed surprised at the gesture but accepted it, draining it almost halfway before handing it back. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“I’m asking now princess.”
“My name is Caitlyn.”
“Well Caitlyn, not to be that guy but, how was that for you?”
Caitlyn blushed, her mind filtering over everything they’d just done. “I believe your sheets are completely ruined. That should tell you enough.”
Vi hummed, looking at the rather large wet spot beside them. “True, but I wanna hear it from the source.”
“It was.. a lot. But in a good way.” In the best way. “I quite enjoyed it.”
“Me too babe.” Vi reached forward, toying with a strand of Caitlyn’s loose hair before tucking it behind her ear. Heat rushed her body all over again.
Clearing her throat she moved to stand up, quickly pulling her dress back on. “It’s uh, getting late. I’m sure you have things to do in the morning so I should be going.”
“If that’s what you want.” Vi cocked her head, watching Caitlyn scramble. “Here, let me give you my number.” She held out her hand expectantly. Caitlyn fished out her phone again and handed it over. Vi stood and gave it back once she was done. They walked to the door, the silence less awkward than she’d expected. Caitlyn slipped her shoes on but lingered when Vi opened the door.
“Thank you again, for tonight.”
Vi gave her a cocky grin. “My pleasure. Shoot me a message if you ever want to do this again.” Her voice dipped suggestively, “I’d love to have you.”
Caitlyn forced her knees not to buckle. “Right, well, goodnight Vi.”
Downstairs Caitlyn waited for her ride to come, and she thought about Vi. Driving through the city uptown to her apartment she thought about Vi. Getting into the shower and lying in bed she thought about Vi. She fell asleep quickly, a pleasant ache between her thighs.
It wasn’t until the next morning, after only four hours of sleep, while doing laundry that Caitlyn realized she didn’t have her panties.
Reaching for her phone she sent the first of what would become many, many texts to Vi.
Do you have my underwear?
good morning to you too princess
Good morning.
Do you?
who knows, but you’re welcome to come over and search me for them ;)