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Frankie was very (very) high, lying on a couch, as her favorite local band was recording demos for their first album.
She was in a band of her own, but she knew they were missing something. Something that this band wasn’t missing, or at least were very close to having. It felt weird to call herself a fan, because she knew these girls, but sometimes she did feel kind of like just that.
The frontwoman walked out of the recording booth, and their eyes locked.
“Oh hi Frankie, I didn’t know you were here,” Gee said. Her eyes almost closed as a smile spread across her face.
Frankie’s face felt warm. “Yeah, I like listening to you guys play,” she said, not being able to pry her eyes away from the older girl's face. Gee’s hair was box-dye black and looked like it’d been cut in the dark with a pair of dull kitchen scissors and like it were a few days over due on a hair wash, but Frankie thought it suited her. A lot.
Her own hair used to be long and bleached blonde, but she had gotten tired of the length, and cut most of it off. Her brown roots had grown out so far that only her ends were still blonde. She currently had something some might call a pixie cut, because she was a girl, but she more thought of it as just regular short hair.
The rest of the band piled out of the booth behind Gee.
“You couldn’t smell her skunk from a mile away?” Rey grinned, and sat on Frankie’s legs as she threw herself onto the couch.
Frankie tried to shove her off but gave up. “Ow, fuck off bitch.” She said as she shimmied her legs out from under Rey’s body.
“Dumbasses,” Mikey said and seated herself on the armrest of the couch.
Even though her and Gee were sisters, Frankie couldn’t really tell. When Mikey had first introduced her to Gee she thought she’d been joking, or using the friend version of the word sister, like; You Go Sister, not; we have the same parents, sister.
Where Mikey was slender and tall with a long thin face, Gee was a bit smaller and rounder with full, amazingly cute cheeks. Frankie secretly thought of them kinda like Mario and Luigi, if they were both gorgeous girls of course.
Gee was still standing, walking over to whoever was stopping and starting the recordings. (John? Who might also be the owner of the studio? Frankie wasn’t sure.) “How’d you even get in?” She asked Frankie.
It took Frankie a few seconds for her to realize she was being addressed. “I, uh,” she started, trying to recall what happened just an hour ago. ”Someone was leaving at the same time I pulled up, so I just kinda… slipped in.” She trailed off on the last part, almost forgetting she was the one talking.
“Dude, why didn’t you just call me?” Mikey said.
Frankie blinked at her, and after a beat she said, “I think your phone is dead.”
“Oh.”
Rey shoved at her, “Who’s a dumbass now?”
Mikey made a face at her and went to look for a charger in her bag for her phone that was, in fact, dead.
Frankie looked over at Gee again, she could tell that the cogs in her brain were rotating trying to figure out what needed to be added or changed on the track. The singer was exchanging some words with John (the producer?) and Rey. Frankie wasn’t paying attention at all, she was just enjoying the soft couch, the droning of Gee’s voice and how her face was so expressive, you could read her like a book if only you knew the language. Frankie wanted to be fluent in that language.
Each band member took turns shuffling in and out of the recording booth, laying down line after line. Frankie had heard Vampires Will Never Hurt You many times live, but listening to it like this, broken down into small parts, was something else. Gee’s raw vocals, and getting to look at her face through the glass as she sing-screams her lines. Mikey discussing with the others how to improve her parts, she cared way more than she leads on. Rey laying guitar lines on top of guitar lines on top of guitar lines. She was probably the most talented guitarist in the entire scene.
It seemed like Rey played endlessly. Frankie didn’t know or pay attention to if it was new parts that would all be overlaid or if she just kept making mistakes. Knowing Rey, however, she suspected that there were little to no mistakes.
Frankie zoned back in at the words, “If you add another guitarist, you could play this live.”
“The only girl we’ve considered is too high to get off the couch,” Rey grinned, and she didn’t sound like she was joking. And no one else seemed to think she was joking either.
Frankie panicked at the thought she might be able to join her favorite band. What a dream come true. She didn’t just like the band either, she really liked these girls, and being able to play with them? Everyday? Just the thought made her sick with happiness. But also, Rey was right: she was too high to get off the couch. Fuck, what if they asked her to play anything? She wasn’t even sure she could feel all ten of her fingers, or any of them for that matter. She decided on acting like she was still zoned out and didn’t hear anything. Maybe she just missed her chance, and they would never ask her again, but at least she didn’t have to embarrass herself by not being able to even hold onto a guitar.
They kept playing for a bit longer, no one mentioning Frankie’s possible future involvement with My Chem again. She kept thinking about it though.
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After the Pencey Prep tour it was pretty obvious that the band was over for. It was a shame, Frankie had really loved that band. She loved music and performing, but even this new frankenstein band of the guys who were left from Pency felt like it was nearing the end.
They were playing a small local show and the crowd was sparse. Frankie entered the bridge of ‘19’, the last song of their set that night, and the crowd went mild. There were a few people bopping their heads and some people up front even had their arms in the air, but the energy of the place was low compared to how it had been on tour, even though it was a Pencey song and people should know it. She suspected it was because of the new unknown name, and when people didn’t already know a band, they didn’t care to see a girl be in front.
Sometimes she overheard people calling them Riot Grrrl, which aggravated her because all alternative, even remotely punk sounding music with girls in it isn’t Riot Grrrl. That’s not how genres work. And the rest of the band were all boys! Whatever!
She played like she always did, jumping and screaming and full of energy, but it felt forced.
As Frankie walked off the stage she felt disgruntled. She usually felt an energetic calm running through her after a gig, but tonight she was just kinda annoyed. She wanted to get away from this shitty bar and breathe in some fresh air, and smoke.
“Hi,” Frankie heard a familiar voice say.
“Gee! Why are you here!?” She said instantly feeling a little better.
Gee smiled and shrugged, “Mikey told me you had a show, we wanted to come see you play.”
“Does that mean Mikey and Rey are here too?” Frankie looked around trying to spot them. They were both easy to spot in a crowd, they were taller than both Gee and Frankie, and sadly not a lot of girls showed up to these kinds of shows. They also both looked very unique and would stand out in any crowd. Mikey with her pin straight hair, there was no way she needed that much product to make her straight hair even straighter. And Rey with her short curls, though she’d been growing them out lately.
Gerard laughed a little at the way Frankie was standing on her toes to get a better look over the crowd. “They were. But Mikey has to do something early tomorrow and Rey offered to drive her home.”
“But you stayed?” Frankie said, a little surprised. It wasn’t that Gee was a shut-in, but yeah she kinda was.
Gee unthinkingly fidgeted with her bracelets. “I wanted to see your entire set. I like seeing you play, I guess.”
Gee was wearing simple blue jeans and a Black Flag t-shirt over a long sleeved dark purple shirt. She looked like she had just thrown on what was on the floor, but Frankie still thought she looked great, but she might be biased.
“Thanks,” she said looking at Gee’s hands so she didn’t have to look her in the eyes. “I was going to go get some air and a smoke, you wanna join?”
“Sure.”
“Okay give me a sec, I’ll grab my jacket and guitar bag backstage so I don't have to go back in again.” Frankie said already half running away before Gee had the chance to change her mind. She almost didn’t care that the show was kinda a bummer anymore.
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When Frankie came out of the storage room + sofa that had served as a sorry excuse for a backstage, she almost thought Gee actually had changed her mind and left in the minute it had taken Frankie to dig through a pile of jackets for her own worn out denim jacket with a hoodie stuffed into it. (It wasn’t warm enough to keep out New Jersey’s early spring cold but she looked cool and kinda butch in it so she didn’t care.) However, she saw Gee’s jet black hair through the thick glass that faced the street and shuffled her way through the crowd.
“Hi,” Frankie said, when she was finally outside.
“Hi.” Gee had thrown on a long thick black coat. She already had a cigarette lit and was gesturing to pass it to Frankie.
Frankie shook her hand no. “Not the kinda smoke I’ve been craving.”
Gee gave her a look, but Frankie just grinned at her, gesturing for her to follow. She wished she had rolled a joint before the show, or just inside in the warmth. She had planned to do it in the backroom, but she didn’t want to make Gee wait. Now she was going to lose her fingers to the cold.
They talked a little about music and the cold (that one was mostly Frankie) as they walked for a bit, before finding a perfectly secluded picnic table. This wasn’t the best neighborhood, but it was their neighborhood so Frankie didn’t feel decidedly unsafe, that wasn’t to say she felt safe either, but this was the best she was going to get. The view from the little patch of green wasn’t too bad either, she liked how the lights from the street reached them so she could still see the details of Gee’s face.
Frankie leaned her guitar against the bench and started digging through the front of the bag looking for her stuff. When she found it she sat on the table and got to work. To no one’s surprise, her fingers were ice. She wished she hadn’t cut off the tips of the gloves but she needed the dexterity, though she longed for the warmth as she lit the joint and took a drag.
“You looked really cool up there tonight,” Gee said from where she was seated on the bench. “I love how you always look like you’re giving it your all.”
Frankie felt the heat coming back into her cheeks. “Thanks.” She felt so stupid, she didn't know how to properly respond. After a beat she said, “I really like your shirt.”
Gee looked down to where her coat was covering up her t-shirt, grinning as she looked back up at Frankie.
“I mean, I noticed it before, inside, and It’s just ‘cause they’re one of my favorite bands so it caught my eye, that’s all.” Frankie all of a sudden felt young and stupid. She was only 4 years younger than Gee. Usually Frankie didn’t notice when she was the youngest in a room, she was kinda used to it, but something about Gee made her nervous and very aware of the age difference. She took another drag of her joint.
Gee’s laugh flowed out of her in waves, and it was so infectious Frankie couldn’t help but start laughing too.
“Thanks,” Gee finally said, rubbing her eyes absentmindedly with one hand. “I like them too, they were a big inspiration when writing Bullets.”
“They’re awesome! I’m thinking of getting a tattoo of their logo, like, soon.” When Frankie started talking the words just kept flowing. “Tattoos hurt like hell, though, but they just look so cool. Like, they kinda tell a story. About a person, you know, and the shit they’ve been through and cared about through the times. It stays on you even as you change as a person. I kinda like that.”
Gee smiled. “You already have a couple, right?”
“Yeah!” Frankie shifted a little as she tried to free her arm. She was now almost touching Gee, and before she became aware of it, Gee had already moved so her side was against Frankie’s leg.
There wasn’t a lot of contact but it was enough that Frankie could feel Gee’s body heat already starting to warm her up. She dreaded her ever moving away, could they not just sit in this moment forever? Even though the evening had started as kinda bummer, it had only gotten better and better since Gee showed up.
Frankie remembered what she had been doing and got her left arm all the way out of her jacket. She pulled up her t-shirt sleeve, “I got this one, it says ‘Loyalty, Respect, Honesty’ ‘cause that's like, the only kind of people I want in my life, you know. This was my second ever tattoo. I also got a big jack o’lantern on my back, ‘cause of my birthday, you know, but that one might be a little difficult to show off right now, I don’t want to flash the park. And I also fear I’d freeze my nipples off if they touch the air for even a second.”
Gee’s eyes got bigger at that, and Frankie realised a second too late that she just alluded to the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra (no real need and they were uncomfortable). She put her arm back into her jacket sleeve and hugged it closed over her body.
Gee kept looking at her, but her face quickly slipped back into a relaxed demeanor. “I guess I’ll have to see that some other time.”
Frankie made some sort of sound she hoped sounded like a ‘yes!’ but she wasn’t sure how it came out.
“I can’t believe you aren’t shaking, your jacket is way too thin for this weather,” Gee said after a moment had passed and rubbed her arms for dramatic effect, so as to prove her point.
“Hm yeah, but it’s okay cause you’re here,” Frankie said. She guessed the weed had calmed her more than she initially thought. She took the last hit of her joint before it burnt to the filter and she stubbed it on the table before shoving it into the space between two of the planks.
Gee hummed and rested her head on Frankie's knee, which somehow felt very intimate. Frankie took a moment to just breathe and enjoy the weight. She almost stopped herself, but decided to just go for it, and started playing with Gee’s hair. She carded through it, twirled small pieces, and even started making braids of her slick hair. She took them out right away, it was just nice having something to occupy her hands.
They sat like this for a while. Gee relaxed, with her eyes closed, and Frankie looking down at how her eyelashes fluttered, and how the cold had made the tip of her nose and her cheek turn a light pink colour.
It was getting kind of late, Frankie was 20, she didn’t have a curfew or anything, but they should probably still think about leaving the streets soon. Though, there was nothing Frankie wanted more than to stay right where they were. She’d be okay with them freezing into one solid block of ice and only thawing when the sun came out in the morning.
Gee had apparently been having the same thought because she broke the silence. “How are you getting home?”
“I dunno, walking, I guess? I was supposed to catch a ride with Tim I think, but, yeah, that obviously didn’t happen.”
Gee’s head shot up from where she had been lying. “There is no way you’re walking home alone at this time!”
Frankie felt the air quickly turning her leg cold in the absence, she was already missing the warmth. She just kind of shrugged as she looked back at Gee's face, she hadn’t really gotten that far in planning her night.
“I’m walking you home!” Gee decided.
“Then you’d be the one walking around the streets alone, dumbass.”
Frankie could see her face scrunch up as she was thinking. “I’ll just get Rey to pick me up tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?!” Frankie almost yelled, sounding more distraught than she wanted to.
“I mean, if that’s okay with you? I just need a couch and a blanket. Or even just a blanket is fine.” Gee said, looking away and putting her hair behind her ears, in what looked like a nervous gesture.
Frankie took her hand and started walking. “Don’t be stupid.”
“Guitar.” Gee said.
Frankie had entirely forgotten about it and turned on her heel in a slightly exaggerated move and slung the bag over her shoulder. “Of course! I’m not stupid.”
Gee started laughing and the sound filled Frankie's ears which were rapidly turning red, but she didn’t mind. She loved the sound of that braying laugh, and together they headed for Frankie’s home.
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They got to Frankie’s place some time after midnight and she tried to turn the key as quietly as possible, though her guitar kept bumping against the door frame as she struggled to open the door. She was pretty sure she’d just woken up her mom, but no one stirred, so she led Gee to her room.
She threw the guitar against a chair and went to kick the clothes on the floor into a more condensed pile instead of a fine spread everywhere. “Sorry about the mess.”
“No worries, you’ve seen my place. It’s not like it’s any cleaner,” Gee said, standing in the middle of the room, looking like she wasn’t entirely sure where to place herself.
Frankie started digging through her closet for a clean t-shirt, and when she found one that had been worn but hadn’t started smelling yet she threw it towards Gee. It was an old misfits shirt where she’d cut the neckline off so it showed off her collarbones.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks,” Gee said in a quiet voice, and Frankie quickly looked away when Gee started to strip her shirt over her head, but not before she’d gotten a clear look at Gee’s lower stomach.
Frankie mumbled something about going to get some extra blankets and hurried out the door. It seemed like the night was turning in her favor anyway. She took a moment to collect herself and went to find the blankets.
When she came back to her room, Gee was seated on her bed. Frankie tried not to look at the way her (Frankie’s!!!) shirt was hugging Gee’s body showing off the shape of her now bra-less boobs, she really was trying not to look. She was, but god there was a lot to look at. What caught her attention next was that Gee had taken off her pants too, because who the hell sleeps in jeans, but that also gave Frankie a good chance to look at her thick, pale thighs and she felt like a kid on Christmas morning who’d gotten everything she’d wished for.
“Um, blankets.” Frankie ended up spluttering out, and placed them on the bed as she painstakingly peeled her eyes away from the miles of beautiful plump skin on display.
Gee smiled slowly at her. Did she know that she was driving Frankie mad? Frankie didn’t know what would be worse; Gee teasing her like this because she Knew or her being completely clueless about the state of lust Frankie was currently experiencing.
Frankie turned around and kicked off her jeans before she started to look for a shirt she could use to sleep in from the clothes pile. What she found was an old graphic tee she’d gotten thrown her way at a local show, and she’d worn so often the poorly printed on design had started to peel off.
She was about to pull her shirt over her head when Gee spoke up. “Hey, could I see your tattoo?”
The bed squeaked slightly as Gee got up and walked towards where Frankie was standing slightly frozen in place.
“Sure,” she finally said in a low voice, and pulled her shirt up over her head so it was off her back but still covering her front. She felt very naked, and well, she basically was, only standing in her underwear and half a shirt (and the leather choker she never took off).
“Woa, it’s so cool,” Gee shrilled. “It looks really well made!”
Frankie was trying to look over her shoulder in an attempt to catch Gee’s expression, but all she could really make out was the fact that Gee was standing there. “Thanks, yeah, I got it on my 18th birthday,” she was so nervous, she wished she could just shut up but the words kept coming. “I tried to get it before I turned 18, but no shop would believe I was old enough. I had no idea it would hurt so bad, but I’ve heard the spine is also one of the most painful placements.”
She jumped a little as Gee’s cold hand touched her back right where the tattoo was. This shut her up real quick, and she just stood there for a moment. Gee kept caressing Frankie’s back, and at this point she was pretty sure Gee wasn’t touching the tattoo anymore. Frankie almost never saw it herself though, only sometimes before she showered, turning around in the mirror, trying to get a good look at it, which meant she wasn't entirely sure where it stopped and started.
When Gee’s hand brushed down towards the small of her back, Frankie was sure the tattoo was no longer in focus. She tried to control her breath as Gee said, “You're very pretty, you know.”
“Oh?” Frankie said. She looked forward into nothing and tried to school her facial expression so Gee wouldn’t notice her grinning.
Gee placed her hands on Frankie’s hips and leaned in to whisper right next to her ear. “Yeah, and hot too.”
Frankie spun around to face Gee so quickly she almost fell over. Gee looked between her eyes and lips in rapid succession while Frankie just stared back at her.
She thought, fuck it, and leaned in. She was prepared to be called a dyke and for Gee to run away screaming and–
Before she could conjure up any more nightmare scenarios she felt Gee leaning into the kiss. Frankie's arms were still caught in her half discarded t-shirt and she frantically tried to shimmie out of it without breaking the kiss. She succeeded to one degree or another, keeping the contact but the structure of the kiss was… lacking.
Frankie could feel Gee smile against her mouth as she pressed their bodies together. She was very aware of the sensation of her own naked chest against the softness of Gee. This is why Frankie loved women. She couldn’t get enough of them. It was a comfortable feeling of safety mixed with red hot lust. And the fact that it was Gee she was currently kissing only made it that much hotter.
Frankie licked into the kiss, begging to deepen it, and she was rewarded with the warm feeling of Gee’s tongue in her mouth. She tasted sweet and a little bit like cigarettes. Frankie felt high off of it.
Gee placed her hands back on Frankie’s hips and squeezed them lightly. This made Frankie moan into the kiss and wrap her arms around Gee’s neck, holding her even closer. Frankie kissed hungrily, like she was starving and Gee’s saliva was what she craved. They stood like this for a while, only periodically coming up for air.
Slowly, they made their way to the bed and Frankie finally broke the kiss when she felt her legs hit the edge and sat down.
Frankie looked up at Gee who was looking at Frankie’s naked body. She felt a little self conscious, Gee still had her shirt on and was free to drink up every inch of Frankie now that she wasn’t pressed up against her.
“Fuck, so hot,” Gee said, almost to herself.
“You said,” Frankie snickered and felt a little flustered. She scooted further onto the bed gesturing for Gee to join her.
She did. Crawling onto the bed and towards Frankie where she was leaning against the headboard, stomach up and exposed. Gee trailed her way from Frankie’s belly button to her neck, almost, but never quite touching her. Frankie could feel her hairs standing on end and her entire body buzzed. Gee’s legs were on either side of Frankie’s, hugging her close.
When Gee finally reached her neck and shoulders she started peppering small kisses everywhere. Frankie felt when the kisses became open mouthed and sloppy, leaving cooling spit stains in their wake. Gee bit the choker around Frankie’s throat before she nippled down on her skin during a particularly long kiss which made Frankie curse and moan Gee’s name. Frankie would definitely be littered with marks tomorrow, and she was really looking forward to it.
Frankie planted one hand in Gee’s hair and the other she used to pull down on her thighs, so Gee was now sitting with all her weight in Frankie’s lap. Gee moved her head up to look Frankie in the eyes. Gee’s eyes were a greenish hazel that looked brown in the dark light of Frankie’s room. She had the most beautiful eyes Frankie thought, and she told her as much.
Gee smiled softly and went in for another kiss, this time on the mouth. In the short moments between kisses the mix of their spit helped cool Frankie’s burning lips. She moved both hands to Gee’s hips and slipped them under the sides of her underwear so that she was holding onto bare skin. Frankie held on like her life depended on it. She wanted more, more, more, and she wanted Gee all to herself like this forever.
Of course that was more of a pipedream, but you couldn’t blame a girl for having goals and aspirations.
With the heavy weight of Gee on top of her, Frankie’s movement was limited, but that didn’t stop her from trying to grind against Gee, and moaning at the slight friction. She was keenly aware of the fact that they were both only wearing panties and only Gee had a shirt on.
Gee started fondling Frankie’s boob with her left hand which came as a shock and made Frankie bite down into Gee’s bottom lip. Gee winced and moved away, dragging her fingers across her lower lip. Frankie saw Gee’s fingers come away slightly bloody.
“Fuck, sorry,” Frankie said frantically.
With not so much as a shrug Gee returned to kissing Frankie, and she could taste the tell tale iron of Gee’s blood mixing with the sweet saliva already in her mouth. Fuck, that was so hot. The kisses were loud and erotic, and Frankie wanted to explore every crevice of Gee’s mouth with her tongue. She wanted to have the taste of Gee in her mouth forever. Maybe they made Gee flavored lollipops? Frankie would spend her every last cent on them.
Between kisses, Gee moved her hand to the side of Frankie’s face and she nuzzled into the touch. She had been wanting this for ages, for Gee to touch her. Not even hungrily, just, wantingly, like she wanted Frankie like Frankie wanted her.
“Do you want me?” Frankie blurted out. She regretted it the second the words left her mouth. She felt exposed and young, though she was far from being a virgin this was her first time getting anywhere with anyone who wasn’t her own age.
“M’yeah,” Gee kissed her softly. “But not tonight.”
Frankie felt her expression sour. She felt cheated, but she wasn’t about to complain when Gee’s hands were still on her naked body and her tongue was in her mouth. And it wasn’t as if Gee had said no, she had just said not now. Maybe that was just her way of letting Frankie down slowly. She decided not to think further about that right now and instead focus on the girl on top of her.
They kissed again and after a few moments Frankie turned her face downward, and started nuzzling into Gee’s shoulder. Her nose was ever so slightly touching the softness of Gee’s boob and it made Frankie lightheaded.
“You want me so bad, don’t you,” Gee laughed.
Frankie’s face felt warm and she mumbled something into Gee’s shoulder.
“What was that, I couldn’t quite hear you.”
She pulled her face away and looked up at Gee with shy eyes. “I want you so much it makes me feel like I’m going crazy,” Frankie finally said, looking away after she was done talking.
Gee’s face scrunched up into a big smile as she pulled on Frankie so she was lying down instead of sitting against the headboard. “You’re so cute.”
Frankie was still blushing and avoiding Gee’s eyes. Gee turned her head so they could start kissing again. Slow lazy kisses, that Frankie thought were very nice, but all this was really turning her on, and knowing that, yeah she would probably have sex with Gee but not tonight was doing nothing to calm her down. Rationally she knew there was no reason for her to be as wet as she was, but nobody had seemed to give her pussy that memo.
The sound of their mouths colliding was music to Frankie’s ears and the small moans and grunts that Gee was letting out should be awarded a grammy prize or two.
“We should sleep,” Gee said between kisses.
Though Gee was right, Frankie didn’t want to admit it, but when she yawned there was no more denying it. She had been up since before dawn and had had a show earlier that evening which mainly consisted of her jumping around and singing (yelling) for 40 minutes straight. That didn’t stop her from groaning a little and clinging on to Gee.
However, Gee didn’t seem to mind the snuggling and just gestured for Frankie to turn off the lights. With another groan and exaggerated difficulty she slung her arm over to flick the off switch and quickly sprung her arm back around Gee, acting like they had the huddle closely for warmth.
Frankie resumed slowly kissing Gee, not wanting to stop just yet. Gee kissed her back for a couple of seconds before pulling her lips away and slightly out of reach.
“Frankie.”
Frankie groaned in lieu of a response and tried to kiss Gee again.
“Good night, Frankie.” Gee said with a laugh in her voice and turned to lay with her back up against Frankie’s side.
Frankie took this as an invitation to throw her arm around Gee and nuzzle her head against the nape of Gee’s neck so she could breathe in the smell of her hair. “G’night,” Frankie said, her voice muffled.
Usually it took Frankie ages to fall asleep but after Gee’s breath evened out she found herself quickly slipping into an unusually deep sleep.
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What were they? Frankie knew they weren’t girlfriends. Obviously not, right? They only kissed, or well, they only got to second base. And she didn’t know if Gee even wanted her like that. Or if Gee was even a lesbian? Or bi? Maybe she was only attracted to Frankie physically, or was she just curious and wanted to try kissing a girl? No, Gee was definitely into women, and probably Frankie. When she had left that morning she hadn’t kissed Frankie, but she kinda petted her face when she said goodbye to her, which had made Frankie’s heartbeat go up.
But did Gee have feelings for Frankie?
Did Frankie have feelings for Gee? Probably.
It had been a couple of days and the hickeys all over Frankie’s neck and shoulders were starting to fade. They had been a beep bruised color the morning she had woken with her arm still thrown over Gee, but they were turning into a sickly yellow. Now instead of looking like she had one hell of a night, she looked like she had some sort of skin disease.
She hadn’t talked to Gee or anyone from My Chem since, she thought maybe she should, but she had no idea what to say. Turns out she didn’t need to, because on Thursday, as she was busy not studying for a uni degree she was never going to finish, a text message from Mikey ticked in.
Mikey: Hi, what r u doin rn?
Frankie: nothin, y?
Mikey: Me, G & R were gonna rewatch princess bride. U want 2 join?
Frankie jumped off of her bed still looking at the small screen of her phone. She wanted to. If nothing else she wanted to hang out with Mikey and Rey, it’d been ages (like 10 days) since she had seen them and she kinda missed them. She didn’t have many girl friends, and she wanted to keep these girls in particular close.
Frankie: sure, count me in :]
Mikey: Dope!
Mikey: We r in the basement. Let urself in.
Frankie was looking for a clean shirt, since the one she was currently wearing was smelling kind of iffy, and saw the misfits shirt Gee had borrowed staring up at her from the floor, still unwashed. She wasn’t sure if this was a bad idea, but she decided to wear it. Maybe Gee would think anything of it, or maybe she would think Frankie was weird. Maybe she’d think it was hot. Frankie wanted to wear it. As she pulled it over her head she could smell some of Gee on it, and it made her cheeks feel warm as she smiled a private smile.
She stumbled over a pile of shoes by the door as she was simultaneously trying to pull on her beaten sneakers while putting on her denim/hoodie jacket.
“Where are you going, honey?” Her mom had shown up in the hallway.
Frankie pulled her last sneaker on and stomped the heel piece straight. “To Mikey’s. We’re watching a movie, I don’t think I'll be home for dinner.”
“Mikey? Is he someone from your new band?” Her mom asked.
“No mom, Michaela, Mikey. She’s in My Chemical Romance.” Frankie said as if her mom should know this. And she kind of should, Frankie didn’t shut up about My Chem.
“Oh, okay,” She smiled. “Have fun sweetie.”
Frankie waved at her as she half jogged out the door slamming it a little too hard behind her. She walked briskly (not because she was excited or anything, that’s just her usual gay tempo, don’t think about it) towards the Way house.
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When Frankie was a half block away she checked herself in a parked car’s dark windows. Her hair looked kinda like shit, but in a good way, the way she meant for it to look. Then she noticed her neck and the yellow ghosts of hickeys that were everywhere. Fuck. Well, too late to do anything about it now.
Frankie walked in the front door and pushed open the basement door, making her way down the stairs, when Mikey saw her she jumped up and went over to greet her.
“Hey,” Mikey said and hugged Frankie tightly. “It’s been ages. Glad you wanted to come”
“Yeah of course, I’ve been missing you guys.” Frankie smiled and took off her denim jacket, but kept the hoodie on to hide the hickeys that covered her shoulders. She couldn’t avoid showing off some of the ones higher on her neck, but she didn’t need to display all of them.
“We came to your show last week but we had to leave early, sorry,” Rey chirped up from where she was sitting on the couch. “You killed it.”
“Thanks girls,” Frankie said, feeling touched. Wow, she really had missed them.
Gee caught her eye. She was seated in a big La-Z-Boy beside the couch with her legs tugged up to her chest and staring at Frankie. “Hi,” Gee said and looked away.
“Hi,” Frankie said.
If Mikey or Rey noticed anything weird in that interaction they didn’t mention it. Instead Mikey dragged Frankie to the couch and almost threw her down beside Rey, before turning to search for the DVD. When she succeeded she held it up in the air triumphantly and threw it onto the small table between the couch and the TV. “Ta-daa,” She said. “Now, Rey, do you have the weed?”
Frankie sat up straight looking between Mikey and Rey, “Oh shit, are you guys for real?”
Rey just grinned at her and pulled a joint out from somewhere.
“When did you guys get cool?” Frankie lightly shook Rey’s shoulder.
“Shut up, we've always been cool.” Rey said.
“Whatever you say.” Frankie rolled her eyes dramatically. She looked over at Gee and caught her eyes, but Gee quickly looked away. Had she been staring at her?
Mikey threw a lighter at Rey but it ended up landing somewhere between Rey and Frankie and the two girls had to get up and search for it. As they stood up there was a sound of something hitting the floor and like that the lighter had been found. Rey took it and lit the joint as Mikey slid the DVD into the port and started up the movie.
The three other girls seemed to have seen this movie a thousand times or more, because they kept saying the lines at the same time as the characters (“You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. ” They said in unison and laughed). Frankie didn’t mind, she thought it was kind of cute actually. She also kept catching herself not paying attention to the movie and instead looking over at Gee who seemed like she was very interested in what was happening on screen.
Frankie noticed that the joint was primarily passed around on the couch, only once or twice making its way over to Gee. She also noticed how the two girls to either side of her were very much not used to smoking. They were slouching more and more and their reactions to the movie got slower but also more enthusiastic, Frankie found it endearing. Even though she had maybe smoked half of the joint on her own she was only feeling a light buzz, but she didn’t want to be completely blasted anyway.
April had brought warmer weather but the heater in the basement was still on high, that plus the heat of both Mikey and Rey pressed up against her (and maybe also the weed) made Frankie start to feel overheated. She pulled off her hoodie and only after it was off she remembered why she had kept it on in the first place. Whatever, the only girls who hadn’t been there when they were made were probably too high to notice, or to care if they did. Frankie threw her hoodie somewhere on the floor and relaxed back into the couch.
Right after Buttercup discovered that Dread Pirate Roberts was actually Westly and threw herself down a hill, Mikey paused the movie. “I’m thirstyyy,” she whined. “Gee, do you know if we have any water or like diet coke anywhere?”
Gee got up from her seat. “I’ll go get you some, don’t worry.”
She locked eyes with Frankie as she crossed the room towards the stairs. Did she mean for Frankie to follow her? Probably not. Right? Frankie stayed seated, Gee could tell her if she wanted to talk to her, she shouldn’t have to guess.
Gee came back after a few minutes with a sixpack of diet coke and took one out for Mikey. “Here you go.”
“You’re the best sister ever!” Mikey said and grabbed the can with both hands.
Frankie leaned forward to get a can for her and Rey and as she fumbled with the plastic rings Gee moved to take one for herself and their hands brushed. Frankie felt a jolt of electricity go through her and looked up at Gee who looked back at her for a moment before pulling a coke and her hand away. Gee walked quickly back to her chair and sat down with her legs up again. It took Mikey unpausing the movie to jolt Frankie back into movement and she handed the soda to Rey.
The movie kept going but Frankie was not really paying attention anymore. All she could think about was Gee. She put her hands to her neck and absentmindedly started playing with the choker as she sometimes did when bored or nervous. Frankie heard the sound of movement and looked over just in time to see Gee avert her eyes. She smiled and remembered Gee’s hands on her body, the feeling of her lips and the taste of her mouth.
Frankie didn’t even stir at the final big battle scene with swords and blood and a princess almost killing herself. All the things that would usually pique her interest. The movie finished and Mikey turned off the TV as the credits rolled.
“Such a good movie,” Mikey said.
“Never gets old,” Rey agreed.
They discussed the movie for a few minutes as if they hadn’t seen it a hundred times, and also asked what Frankie had thought. It wasn’t as if Frankie hadn’t thought it was a good movie; her thoughts had just been elsewhere, so she just made some bland statement and the girls booed at her.
After a few moments Mikey leaned forward and placed her long empty coke can on the table before turning to Frankie. “Usually I’d wait for you to tell the gossip yourself, but c'mon," she gestured at Frankie. “Explain yourself young lady, who had you for dinner?”
Fuck.
“It’s nothing,” Frankie wished she hadn’t thrown her hoodie out of reach.
“It’s not nothing, you look like you lost a fight to a very small and angry pixie.” Rey said.
This made Frankie bark out a laugh and she quickly looked over at Gee who was smiling at how right Rey had been with that joke.
“So,” Mikey continued, shifting in on the couch so she could sit facing Frankie. “Who was it? Was it good? What happened? Tell Me Everything.”
“It wasn’t anyone you know,” Frankie started, she was not about to tell Mikey that she had been making out sloppy style with her older sister. “There isn’t really that much to tell, I mean, we got to, like, second base and it was, like, really, really, nice, but they didn’t want to do anything more, so…” Frankie locked eyes with Gee who was staring at her intensely.
Mikey grinned. “You little whore, did you want to, you know, do anything more?”
“Well, yeah, but it’s whatever,” Frankie blushed and looked down, not being able to look at the expression Gee was making. It wasn’t even as if Gee hadn’t already known this, Frankie had legit told her as much, but there was something different about admitting it now, in front of the others.
“Look she’s turning all red,” Rey joked.
“Uuu someone is embarrassed~” Mikey said.
And yes, Frankie was very embarrassed and hid her face in her hands. She could feel her face and her ears burning hot red. “Fuck off! As I said nothing happened.” she murmured
“Would you still want to? Do something?”
Frankie froze.
She looked up and over at Gee who had spoken, but Gee was looking away and her cheeks were turning red too. She was fidgeting with the frayed hem of her hoodie sleeve.
“Um, I mean, yeah.” Frankie said quietly.
Rey and Mikey kept prying and joking, until they eventually moved on to topics of their own recent and embarrassing sexcapades, which Frankie was endlessly thankful for. Apparently Rey had once been found naked and throwing up in the bathroom by a guy’s mom the morning after a night out. Awkward, for all parties involved. The conversation change left Frankie to cool down a little as she tried to sort through what Gee’s question implied.
All of a sudden Mikey stood up and announced. “I’m hungry, who’s with me?”
“Where would we even go?” Rey asked at the same time Gee said, “You and what money?”
Mikey looked betrayed. “Hush you negative nancies, there is a McDonalds, like right down the street, and I found a twenty in my pocket earlier."
“Hmm, I don’t feel like McDonalds,” Rey complained. “What about Wendy’s”
“That’s like 15 minutes away!” (A/N: get me off of google maps for Belleville, New Jersey!! hope you guys appreciate the accuracy of these, like, two lines…)
“But baconator!”
Mikey budged and asked Gee and Frankie if they were coming.
“No, gross,” Frankie said, waving her hand dismissively. “Count me out of your meat lovers frenzy.”
Mikey laughed. “You’re such a lesbian.” Does she know?
Frankie just grinned at her, neither confirming nor denying the joke accusation. Not all vegans were lesbians, but that was a common misconception and Frankie didn’t feel like correcting her on something that was true anyway.
“I’m not really hungry,” Gee said. “And I don’t feel like walking half an hour right now. You and Rey just go.”
“Okay, suit yourselves,” Mikey said. “Let’s go, Rey! To Wendy’s!”
“As you wish,” Rey said, quoting the movie they’d just seen, earning a laugh from Mikey as they climbed the stairs.
Frankie waited to hear the front door close before she looked towards Gee who was already out of her chair and rushing towards her.
“Fuck, that shirt,” Gee said, and before Frankie could think of a response Gee was already leaning down to kiss her.
Their lips collided and Frankie hadn’t expected it to be as vigorous as it was, but she wasn't one to complain. Gee bit Frankie’s lower lip before licking her tongue into Frankie’s mouth. It hadn’t even been a week, but Frankie had missed the taste of Gee.
Gee pulled away too soon and looked at Frankie with dark eyes, dragging one hand across her collarbones and the faded bruises. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Maybe a little,” Frankie shrugged. “Did it work?”
Gee put her hand around the back of Frankie’s neck. “Yeah. Get on the bed.”
Frankie didn’t need to be told twice. The basement doubled as Gee’s bedroom and a queen sized bed with dark purple sheets was standing in the corner in front of some boxes. Frankie beelined for it, and flopped down heavily. The smell of Gee was so intense and filled her nose instantly, she turned her head into the comforter and took a deep sniff before she could think better of it.
“Okay you’re trying to drive me mad, fuck you,” Gee laughed and shook herhead, already standing beside the bed looking down at Frankie.
Frankie looked back up at Gee and with her best attempt of puppy dog eyes she said: “Yes please.”
For some reason that seemed to be the last straw for Gee and she almost jumped on top of Frankie who was smiling triumphantly as Gee started planting kisses on her exposed neck making her way up to Frankie’s lips.
Gee sat up and started pulling her hoodie over her head and Frankie shimmied to pull her own shirt off and threw it in the same direction Gee had thrown hers.
“It’s so hot that you never wear a bra,” Gee said.
“Never you say? Are you telling me you’ve been looking at my boobs?” Frankie said in fake outrage and jokingly attempted to cover her chest.
“Maybe, what are you going to do about it?”
Gee was wearing a white tank top underneath her hoodie that had ridden up and exposed her stomach. Frankie felt impatient to get her hands on Gee and pulled her down by the neck of the top. Their mouths collided again and Frankie could feel their teeth clanking together but that didn’t matter.
She put her hands under Gee’s shirt and finally tugged it off. As they had to pull apart to get the shirt all the way off Frankie realised she hadn’t seen Gee’s naked upper body before and took a moment to stare. Frankie prided herself on being a feminist, but in moments like these she felt no better than a man. Gee had, to put it lightly, huge tits, at least compared to Frankie so maybe she actually just had regular big boobs. Whatever, Frankie thought they were the best she’d ever seen at least, and she wanted her hands on them. So she did just that, and by god they were soft and amazing and Frankie loved being a lesbian.
“Pervert,” Gee said.
She wasn’t wrong so Frankie didn’t argue and squeezed Gee’s boobs as she bit her own bottom lip, “m’yeah.”
Gee grinned and unbuckled Frankie’s belt before starting to unbutton Frankie’s jeans. Frankie helped her by lifting her ass so Gee could pull them and her socks all the way off. Gee rolled onto her side trying to pry off her own sweat pants and threw both them and her underwear off the side of the bed.
Frankie slipped off the bed and kneeled between where Gee’s legs were spread over the edge. She kissed Gee’s knee and slowly moved her mouth inwards. She licked and bit at the soft, pale skin of Gee’s inner thigh. Gee moaned loudly and grabbed at Frankie’s hair and held on for dear life. Frankie could feel her pulling but not in any particular direction, she responded by sucking dark hickeys so high up on Gee’s thighs that no one but her would know they were there. Frankie loved the idea of marking and being marked by Gee.
“Can I eat you out?” Frankie asked, her mouth watering with the sight of Gee’s pussy right in front of her. She rested her chin against Gee’s thigh and looked up at her. Gee was leaning back on her hands and looking down at Frankie with hungry eyes.
“Oh my god, Frankie,” She said in blissed disbelief. “Yes. Please, yes.”
Frankie moved before Gee was finished with her sentence which resulted in the last “yes” being more of a whine than a word. Frankie licked into Gee and was greeted with a sweet metallic taste. If Frankie had thought Gee’s mouth tasted amazing this was like the nectar of the gods, she could get drunk off of it.
Frankie would never understand when guys complained about going down on girls, this was fucking awesome. Making a girl moan and scream with only your mouth was amazing. As well as the feeling of thighs hugging your head and a girl squirming above you, she’d never tire of it. And Gee was currently displaying an exemplary demonstration of both as Frankie licked her tongue into Gee’s hole.
The coarse hairs of Gee’s bush tickled Frankie’s nose as she licked up to suck on the clit. Gee moved her hand to the back of Frankie’s head to make sure she didn’t move away, Frankie couldn’t dream of it.
While using her mouth to give Gee’s clit attention, sucking and lightly nibbling at it, Frankie moved one hand from Gee’s thigh to her hole and pushed a finger inside. “Fuck, Frankie, more,” Gee’s words were whiny and broken up by moans. Frankie obeyed her wish and slid her finger out so she could add another.
She pumped her fingers in and out a couple of times, just to hear the sloshing sound, before curling her fingers and digging deep. Frankie moaned against Gee and felt herself getting wet. Apropos wet; Gee’s cunt was drenched. Her juices mixed with Frankie’s spit and Frankie licked down around her fingers and swallowed so she could taste Gee all the way down her throat.
Gee had started moving her hips and Frankie could tell she was close so she dug her fingers as deep as physically possible and sucked hard on Gee’s clit.
It didn’t take long before Frankie could feel the muscles of Gee’s hole twitch and she felt like her head was going to pop like a grape from the way Gee’s legs were squeezing her like a vise as she came with a screaming moan.
Frankie pulled her fingers out of Gee and slid them down to massage her own pussy as Gee laid down on the bed breathing heavily after her orgasm. Frankie moaned and rested her head against Gee’s knee which made Gee look up.
“Hey, no, stop that,” she said. “Come here.”
Gee made grabby hands and Frankie climbed onto the bed. When she was within reach, Gee hooked a finger into Frankie’s choker to pull her close and kissed her passionately, seemingly not caring about tasting herself in Frankie’s mouth, though she did take a second to wipe some of the wet off of Frankie’s face.
They kissed heavily and Frankie felt Gee push her knee up against her cunt. Frankie grinded against it as Gee moved her kisses to Frankie’s neck. Frankie loved the fact that she would have new hickeys, she had been a little sad to see the old ones fade.
Just as Frankie started picking up the speed at which she rubbed herself against Gee’s leg Gee moved out from under her. Frankie was just about to complain when Gee pushed her onto her back and pulled her panties down.
“Wow, you’re already so wet for me,” Gee said in a husky voice. Frankie hadn’t heard that tone before, but she really wanted to be addressed by it again.
Frankie couldn’t form a proper response in the moment and just whined and wiggled her hips a little, hoping Gee got the message.
And oh how the message was received.
Gee licked on Frankie’s ear and continued to kiss her way down to Frankie’s boobs where she took one in her mouth and fondled the other. She slid her free hand down Frankie’s side and took a handful of ass before she started teasing Frankie’s hole with her fingers. Gee’s fingers were between the labia but still not inside Frankie, it was driving her mad with want.
“Please” Frankie moaned and felt Gee smile against her.
Finally, finally Gee shoved two fingers into Frankie’s Pussy and started moving them. As Gee pumped her fingers into Frankie she went to kiss her mouth again and Frankie moaned into it before biting Gee’s bottom lip.
Gee took her hand out of Frankie’s hole and she instantly missed them, but when she felt Gee’s fingers at her clit she almost screamed. Gee moved her other hand from Frankie’s boob and started using that to fuck into Frankie. Now both her hole and her clit were being played with and she had to squeeze her eyes shut from the pleasure.
Frankie felt her orgasm building in her lower stomach, which surprised her a little bit, because it usually took longer for her to reach that point, but she didn’t pay it much mind wanting to come on Gee’s fingers as quickly as possible.
With a final thrust of Gee’s finger Frankie felt her body tightening and her brain go blank as she scream-moaned against Gee’s mouth.
Gee kissed Frankie’s forehead. “Has anyone ever told you your orgasm face is really pretty.”
Frankie smiled lazily and shook her head.
“Well it is,” Gee kissed her mouth. “Do you think you can go again?”
Frankie looked at her a little surprised. “I, yeah, probably. Do we have time before Mikey and Rey get back?”
“Hopefully,” Gee smirked. “There was something I wanted to try and I didn’t expect you to come so quickly.”
“Fuck off,” Frankie laughed and tried to kick Gee off of her.
“Noo, sorry.” Gee kissed her. “I guess it’s my own fault for being such a great lover.”
Frankie pushed on Gee’s shoulder and swung her leg over the side of the bed mimicking an escape attempt. “That’s it. I’m leaving.”
Gee giggled and hugged her arms tight around Frankie’s waist before slamming her back into the comforter. She sat on Frankie and held down both her wrists to stop her from being able to run away, not that Frankie would ever seriously try to get away from her current position. If you see a young butch lesbian pinned underneath her friend’s hot older sister aka the girl she has had a big fat lesbian crush on for ages don’t try to save her, she’s exactly where she wants to be.
Frankie felt Gee’s grip relax as their mouths slid together for the nth time that day. Gee let go of her completely and went to look for something in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. Frankie turned over to lie on her side, so she could get a look at what Gee was finding.
“So,” Gee started and placed something on the bed, Frankie couldn’t quite make out what it was and Gee continued, “I bought this, but I didn’t think to get a new dildo though, so I hope you’re fine with a used one.”
Then it clicked. It was a strap on. Frankie didn’t know why she hadn’t immediately realised that, maybe because she hadn’t expected Gee to have one. She hadn’t even known Gee liked women until she had kissed Frankie back the other day. But she liked women enough to have a strap! Frankie wouldn’t put it past Gee to be kinky, but context clues lead her to believe that it probably was meant for lesbian sex and not pegging. Maybe both? She would ask later.
Frankie realised Gee was waiting for her to give her the okay and said, “you know, I’d actually prefer it being used. I mean, if it was used by you that is. If it’s been in some other girl… Well, no, I’d still want you to fuck me stupid.” (Was that too much?)
“What a mouth you got on you,” Gee said.
Frankie grinned at her trying to look innocent but both girls knew she didn’t hit the mark.
Gee found her dildo and slipped on the strap before climbing back onto the bed.
Technically, Frankie knew that Gee couldn’t physically feel the strap but that didn’t stop her from crawling towards her and licking the dildo before sucking it into her mouth, tasting the plastic and longing for the taste of Gee which still lingered in her mouth. The gesture was rewarded with a soft groan from Gee. Frankie smirked and looked up at Gee through her lashes as she kept bopping her head.
Gee pulled her off the dildo by the hair and Frankie moaned at the quick jab of pain. Frankie laid back down with her stomach up and her knees bent. Gee looked at her with dark hungry eyes and smiled as she crawled to position herself between Frankie’s legs.
“Are you ready?” Gee asked, caressing Frankie’s thigh before kissing her chest.
Frankie nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah. Yes. Please.”
Slowly Gee positioned the dildo at Frankie’s hole which was already slick with wetness and ready for her. Frankie felt Gee slip into her and moaned loudly. Gee leaned down to kiss Frankie and Frankie hooked her arms around Gee’s neck and licked hungrily into her mouth.
After a few moments of getting accustomed to the position as well as giving Frankie some time to adjust, Gee started to move. Frankie broke the kiss and threw her head back in a moan as she felt Gee push into her. Frankie’s pussy was still very sensitive from having come just a few minutes prior and the sudden pressure in her made her feel a little overstimulated and a little desperate to come again. Frankie pushed herself further down on the strap and moved her hips, grinding against Gee.
Gee thrusted in and out of her, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace. Frankie yelled in sync with when Gee was the furthest in her but the sound of skin against skin was almost loud enough to drown her out. Almost.
Frankie hooked her legs around Gee’s back and pulled her in closer. She wanted Gee to be as close to her as possible, she wanted them to be one. Gee kissed Frankie’s neck and jaw before moving to kiss her lips and moaned against Frankie’s mouth. They broke away and rested their foreheads against each other’s as Gee continued to fuck into Frankie.
Frankie only noticed her eyes were closed when she pried them open and was met with a fantastic sight. As Gee was pumping into her, the movement made her boobs swing back and forth which really was a sight for Frankie’s sore eyes.
Gee’s face was something Frankie could write songs about. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her jagged hair clung to it in places. Gee’s eyebrows were furrowed and she was staring at Frankie’s face, which made something in Frankie’s stomach do a flip and made her cheeks burn bright, but she didn’t break eye contact.
“Need,” Frankie breathed between moans. “Fuck. I need you.”
Gee swore. She pulled almost all the way out of Frankie before slamming into her, hard. She did this a couple of times before settling back into a steady rhythm, whispering sweet nothings into Frankie’s ear and nibbling on her earlobe. Frankie wished she could pay enough attention to understand the words Gee was saying but her head was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding.
She hadn’t had a clear thought for a while and her entire body felt electric. Gee started placing sloppy kisses on Frankie’s neck, sucking and licking over the sensitive skin of her throat. Frankie wrapped her arms around Gee’s head and pulled Gee’s face into her neck.
A familiar feeling built in Frankie’s stomach once more and she started whining and moving her hips out of sync with Gee’s thrusts in desperation. Gee placed her hands on Frankie’s thighs in an attempt to steady her and squeezed in what Frankie read as a warning to calm down.
Even though she did try to calm down to match Gee’s movement, she very quickly felt her mind go blank. Frankie arched her back as waves of orgasm washed through her. She was probably yelling something, maybe Gee’s name, she wasn’t sure, before collapsing back into the comforter.
Gee placed a soft kiss on Frankie’s forehead and slowly slid out of her before laying down beside Frankie and taking off the strap. Frankie was looking up at the ceiling but could hear Gee breathing heavily and turned her head to look over at her. Gee’s cheeks were pink and she was looking back at Frankie with soft eyes. For a few seconds she was in lesbian heaven.
“That was so hot,” Gee said.
Frankie was just about to answer as she heard the front door slam. They both jolted up right.
“Fuck,” she said instead.
The girls jumped out of bed and started pulling on their clothes. After she put on her shirt Frankie realized her panties were soaked and she really did not feel like putting them on so she just kind of kicked them under the bed and went commando instead.
Gee glanced at Frankie for a second before hissing, “Frankie your fucking neck.”
Confused, Frankie moved her hands to her neck only feeling her choker before remembering the hickeys that were probably littered all over the skin her low cut t-shirt was exposing. Curse that damn Misfits shirt.
Frankie ran over to where her hoodie was discarded on the floor and pulled it on just in time for the basement door to fly open.
“Hey guys,” Mikey said as she started to walk down the stairs.”Sorry it took so long.”
“Mikey wanted an ice cream and the machine was down.” Rey said following Mikey down the stairs.
“If only someone had said to go to McDonalds.”
Frankie’s heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest and she remembered to zip up her hoodie as well as pulling on the hood as Mikey and Rey reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Anyway!” Rey said pointedly. “We brought food back with us. Don’t worry we got a salad for you, Frankie. And sorry Gee, your burger might be a little cold.”
Mikey grimaced, “It smells gross down here, is that because of the weed?”
Frankie looked over at Gee who was still standing by the bed, her hair was very ruffled and her face was entirely red, Frankie was sure she didn’t look much better herself. As she caught Gee’s eyes they both burst out laughing.
“Did we miss something?” Rey asked, looking between the girls where they stood suspiciously far from each other.
This only made them laugh even louder and Frankie could feel tears forming in her eyes.
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Frankie was busy the next couple of weeks and hadn’t had time to sort through her thoughts and feelings. In May she finally met up with the girls from My Chem again and was sitting on the couch in Gee’s basement once more.
Mikey was sitting on the couch beside Frankie while Rey was in the La-Z-Boy and Gee was standing in front of the TV.
“So, we’ve been thinking,” Gee started, looking at Frankie. “We need a rhythm guitarist and you’re kind of exactly what we’re looking for.”
“Yeah, we really need some extra dynamite and you’ve got that,” Rey added.
Frankie couldn’t believe what she had just been asked. She looked around at the girls and none of them looked like they were joking. She turned to Mikey who just nodded at her. Frankie felt a smile split her face.
“What!” She jumped off of the couch. “Oh my god, yes! Fuck yes!”
Frankie was so ecstatic she didn’t think as she rushed over to Gee and pulled her into a kiss. It took a second before Gee kissed back and she put her arms around Frankie. Frankie pulled away and hugged Gee tightly, this was a dream come true, she got to kiss the most beautiful girl in the world and she was joining her favorite band, what more could a girl ask for?
Mikey made a confused laughing sound and Frankie realised what she had just done. She turned around and saw Rey and Mikey staring at them.
“When did that happen?” Rey asked.
Gee laughed as Frankie sank to her knees and hid her blushing face in her hands.