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Oh god. Chip stumbles into her room. She locks her door feverishly, and scrambles her phone out of her pocket to make sure Chloe is definitely gone and that she’s not coming back for at least an hour. It loads a little too slow and Chip runs a hand through her hair. Her legs feel weak.
Nyro posted about an hour ago and Chip was a little too eager to look in class, and her body reacted a little too strongly. Nyro, beautiful, sexy Nyro, with her artistic photography. That’s what she had expected, anyway. It wasn’t too far off. It was definitely artistic. But also, her cleavage was out and she could see her piercings through her shirt, and her skirt might have been a little too short. Not to mention the angles. Dramatic ground-eye-view that dragged Chip’s eyes up her bare legs. Lip puffed out with an overtly dramatic selfie angle from above, hand in a cute claw. Her makeup was smudged. The rest of it was just architecture and the woods and the cityscape, but Chip couldn’t stop swiping between those first few photos.
The page loads and Chloe is at least thirty minutes away. Chip sighs in relief and falls into bed. She doesn’t even take her jeans off. It’s too important.
Tumblr is already open. Her eyes scan Nyro’s recent posts. Something about Fall Out Boy. Whatever. Chip scrolls further. She sees Nyro mention her. Her heart flutters. Then, back to the photos.
Fuck, Chip realizes how badly she needs Nyro. It’s been years. She’s been so obsessed with her for years. Her mouth gapes. She wants to see that skirt pushed up, just a little further. She wants to slide her hand underneath it. She wants Nyro to giggle and run her hands up Chip’s chest. She’d probably call her a creep, or a pervert. She’d be right.
Her fingers slip past her boxers and she realizes how wet she really is. A rush of shame falls over her and she doesn’t stop.
Her focus falls back on the second, grainy, overedited photo Nyro posted. Her eyes lit up by the flash. Chip exhales wistfully. She’s so beautiful.
Chip wonders if it’s silly to keep saving herself for her. If that’s loser behavior. If that’s creepy. Her middle finger grazes her clit and her legs quiver. She’s not sure she cares anymore. Chloe insists that she should just find someone else. That Nyro would never be good for her. That she’d eat her alive. Chip thinks she might be right, but she doesn’t even care. Why would she? She’d be happy to let Nyro tear her apart. She’d happily sit and let Nyro cut her open, as long as she got to watch her lick the blood from her fingers. She bets it’d be better than sex.
Chip thinks she’d make her so much happier than Breanna does. Especially in bed.
She’d worship her. She’d kiss up her legs and sit on her knees and bury her face in her folds. She’s never eaten anyone out, but she’s sure she could figure it out by the sheer amount of smut she’s jacked off to.
Chip’s mind trails further up Nyro. She’d grab her hips and listen to her gasp and laugh when she eventually squeezes a little too hard. Maybe she’d grab harder. To make sure that she knows that she’s going to be all hers.
She’s so sure that Nyro will be hers, eventually. She’d wait forever. Her fingers slowly slip in. She whimpers Nyro’s name softly, under her breath.
She wants to be Nyro’s, too. She wants Nyro to dig her nails into her shoulders and scratch her so hard it bleeds. She wants her to bite her so hard it bruises for days. She wants her to laugh when she whimpers too loud, she wants Nyro to tell her to suck it up when she tells her she’s biting too hard. She wants her to hold her down by her throat and tell her that she’s gonna be the only girl she’ll ever fuck, that she’s all hers, and she wants to gasp when she lets go.
Chip opens her eyes again to double check the photos.
So perfect, Chip thinks. Her legs quiver again.
She should get her a white shirt and hope she wears it without a bra. Maybe she’d act all innocent when she accidentally spills a drink all over her. Maybe she’d try to help her clean it up just to touch her chest, to see how soft they actually are. Maybe Nyro will let her use her mouth. She closes her eyes again and thinks about how nice Nyro sounds in bed.
Chip’s worried that she’d come too easily with Nyro. In fact, she’s a little too close right now. Maybe Nyro’s into edging. Maybe she’d stop her before she could come, just to play with her longer. Maybe she’d hold a knife to her neck and tell her not to come, that if she was good, she wouldn’t hurt her. That’d be fucked up. Chip whimpers again as she speeds up.
Would she like how creepy she’s being? Would she coo and giggle and tell her how good of a girl she is? Or how bad of a girl she is? How fucking creepy she is?
Her legs tremble. She wants a strap on. She wants to make Nyro wear it. She wants her to fucking rail her and pull her hair. She wants to wear a collar or something. Just anything. She’s just thinking about anything she’s ever thought about to get herself closer.
Her phone goes off. Chip reluctantly looks, not stopping, not slowing down. Her free hand pulls her phone up so she can check.
It’s Nyro. The text reads, “chippp,” and the next, “what are u doing this weekend?”
She pulls her fingers out and rests them on her clit, rubbing tight circles as she texts slowly back with one hand. Her breath is hot.
“Nothing,” she texts, “y??”
“wanna drive down and go out with me?”
Go out. Chip knows what she means. God. Maybe she could - maybe she could see her - and - she’d - she’s so - she’s gonna see her and… And maybe… she might have a shot… A shot at getting with Nyro… She could finally tell her - tell her how she feels - how she’s fucking herself to her right now - and…
“Ya!!!!!” is what Chip texts back. Nyro reacts with several hearts and emoticons.
“i can’t wait to see u!!! ur gonna wear something sexy ok???”
Okay. Chip doesn’t respond. She drops her phone and focuses a little further on the idea of Nyro thinking she’s sexy.
She comes, legs shaking, whimpering, sighing into her free hand. She didn’t expect herself to. She’s not sure she could’ve stopped it.
Ten minutes and a text from Nyro is all it takes, huh?
“okaaaayyy,” Chip responds. Then, boldly, “i like those pics u posted on tumblr :)”
“awww thank u!!!!” she can almost hear Nyro giggle, “i hoped u would like them!!!”
Okay. Okay. Okay. If Chip hadn’t come, she would have then. Her heart swells. Maybe she really does have a chance. Maybe she really, really does.
Chip spends the next three days thinking about what to wear.