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Caitlyn couldn’t quite take her eyes off the scene unfolding in front of her. A girl with long, wavy pink hair was draped over Jinx, pressing her into an old couch, her hips gyrating ever so slightly on a naked thigh. Little noises of ecstasy fluttered into the thick air, clouded with the smell of marijuana and sweat.
There was a strange rattle in her chest, a pang, a sting. It was an unusual feeling, one that bordered on jealousy—or perhaps annoyance.
Caitlyn’s plans for that night didn’t include watching her girlfriend’s sister fool around at some party. Vi promised her they would go out for once, try to break their dry spell, have some fun after the months of stress they both endured. But then Caitlyn came home and found Vi half passed out in the living room, clutching her phone to her chest with an empty bottle of Hennessy on the coffee table, and a mumbling request on her lips.
And so, there she was, driving out to the middle of nowhere to play chauffeur. The ‘party’ from which Jinx needed rescuing was nothing more than a dimly lit apartment with music quiet enough to be ignorable. About ten people were spread out over the space, drinking out of red plastic cups and poisoning the air through their excessive smoking.
She carefully circled Jinx and her paramour until she was stationed at their side, a couple of steps away from the spectacle. Neither of them seemed to notice her presence. Caitlyn knew she should’ve broken them up the moment she arrived, but something was holding her back, a forbidden nudge, a flame that shouldn’t be allowed to flicker. Her hands clenched in her coat pockets.
“I-I’m close…” the girl said, her voice brighter than Caitlyn imagined.
A devilish smirk spread across Jinx’s face, hands delicately sliding up slender curves, teasing out little whines and shivers. “Aww, you gonna come right here? In front of everyone?”
Caitlyn took a curious gander around. There wasn’t anyone watching. In fact, they were fairly isolated, tucked away in a corner and hidden behind a protruding piece of wall. Not that that hindered the girl from whimpering, clutching onto Jinx, head hanging low. She merely nodded, legs trembling as she kept rutting, chasing her release.
Heat spread in Caitlyn’s crotch, her dick jumping to attention, her mind filling with unsavory thoughts. Thoughts of Jinx underneath her, gasping and squirming with Caitlyn buried inside to the hilt. Thoughts of their lips meeting in a display of fiery passion. Thoughts of that raspy voice calling her name as she came around her.
She knew she had to stop watching. She could extricate herself, quietly walk away, and reappear once they were finished, but her legs wouldn’t obey her anymore. She was planted to the floor, stomach churning in indignity.
“Go for it,” Jinx whispered close to an exposed neck and pulled at wriggling hips, hard.
The girl muffled her scream by biting into her wrist, her whole body shaking, back arching, thighs quivering. Jinx caught her falling forward, slowly stroking pink hair as the girl unraveled on top.
Caitlyn was aptly aware of her position all of a sudden. Her brain wasn’t working logically. She was standing still, a living statue at the precipice of something undeniably private. The erection pressing against her pants was only further proof of her depravity. Every second, another fantasy invaded her head, quickening her breath and flushing her skin.
A gasp pulled her back into reality. Shocked blue eyes widened at the realization that the audience Jinx spoke of wasn’t a lie, but a lone woman, observing, standing irrationally close.
“Uh— Uhm… I-I-I—” the girl stammered, quickly climbing out of Jinx’s lap, righting her skirt.
Caitlyn had no response prepared. She stared, hands by her side, focusing on calming herself down before she could tackle that massive faux pas.
“Chill, Ser,” Jinx cackled, arms stretched on the backrest of the couch, spread out like the space belonged to her. “That’s my ride. No one to worry about.”
‘Ser’ didn’t seem at ease with that information. She fidgeted with her fingers, eyes darting up and down from the floor in a nervous tic. “D-did you, uh, s-see?”
Caitlyn glanced at Jinx, perhaps looking for advice, or just to get a handle on the emotional stakes. Was that girl going to cry if confronted with the truth? Jinx shrugged, cocky grin parting her lips. Of course… what did she expect?
“I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” she decided to say, retaining some of her professionalism.
That made the girl visibly relax. It wasn’t by a lot, but it seemed enough to get her to stop rubbing her fingers together. “O-oh, okay, well, uh… see ya around, Jinx!”
And off she went, hurrying out of the room.
Caitlyn let out a breath, shoulders falling into a more composed posture. The warmth in her center subsided, a faint glimmer remaining under her skin. Nothing she couldn’t handle.
“So,” Jinx started, breaking the silence, “you into watchin’ others?”
“W-what?”
A loud laugh bounced off the crusty wallpaper. “No need to be shy! It’s no biggie, I don’t mind. I’m sure Sera didn’t either.” She winked.
Caitlyn kept her poise neutral. She was not going to play into Jinx’s games, even if the thought of her being aware of Caitlyn’s debauchery sent a foul chill down her spine.
“I just got here,” she said, “there was not much to see.”
“Suuuuure,” Jinx responded with a devious grin, picking up a cup from the ground and downing it with one big gulp like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Caitlyn repulsed.
“Calm your tits,” Jinx laughed, throwing the empty plastic behind her, “it’s mine. I wouldn’t drink some random’s floor beer.”
“Probably,” she added with a shrug.
Caitlyn cleared her throat, distracting from her obvious smirk. Jinx was crass, and so vastly different from anyone else in her life; her word choices, her brutally veracious behavior, the way she carried herself so confidently with a genuineness that rivaled narcissism. It was, frankly, refreshing to see. Caitlyn didn’t know when those feelings started to emerge, but she felt oddly light around Jinx, as if she couldn’t do any wrong.
“Why’re you here anyway? Vi too busy?” There was a tinge of something rotten in her tone, removed from her usual carefree lilt.
Caitlyn didn’t have it in her to lie. She was still mad at Vi for breaking her promise, for pushing her responsibilities off.
“She’s drunk,” she spat.
“Oh…” Jinx slumped, the space she took up shrinking.
Yeah. Oh.
“She’s drunk a lot lately, huh?”
The want to leave—to lock herself in her car and scream at her steering wheel—grew with every moment she wasted thinking about Vi’s problems. But she couldn’t. It wouldn’t do her any good, and she still had to drive Jinx home. Unlike Vi, Caitlyn wasn’t one to sidetrack her obligations, even if they were pushed onto her.
“Can we go?” Caitlyn asked, fatigue scratching her voice.
Jinx jerked, her stance widening again, a crooked smile reappearing. “What’s the rush? C’mon, Kiramman, live a little! Have a drink, smoke a joint, fuck in the bathroom! When’s the last time you were at a party?”
Caitlyn couldn’t help but let out a tiny, amused chuckle. It was so unabashedly Jinx, right up to the point of suggesting to cheat on her sister.
She looked around in a mocking spiel, her own smile curling her lips. “Not much of a party.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you got here too late! This place was packed just an hour ago!”
Jinx started rummaging through her pockets, and it was then that Caitlyn paid attention to what the girl was actually wearing. A tattered, loosely fitting crop top graced her chest, its sleeves ripped off, a cascade of blue ink snaking along a toned midriff. She was clearly braless as well, her nipples poking through the thin fabric, threatening to pierce. Incredibly short shorts clung to milky white thighs, the denim ruffled at the end, as if she cut them there to reveal even more of herself.
Caitlyn swallowed, her mind going places it shouldn’t. That outfit wasn’t out of the ordinary for Jinx. Whether in winter or summer, her eagerness to show off her body wouldn’t waver. In a twisted way, Caitlyn was envious of that. She never had the opportunity to clothe skimpily in her youth. It was long sleeves and jeans for her until they were replaced by button-downs and suit pants. She wondered what her mother would have said if she had tried dressing in anything that promiscuous.
“You can take a pic, y’know?” Jinx said and struck a pose, stretching out across the couch, her back arching, one arm in the air, the other dramatically draped over the armrest, her top sliding up enough to be dangerous.
“I— What?” she said again, too flustered to come up with a good excuse. Her eyes were fixed on that lithe form, that flexibility. She really needed to get her head out of the gutter.
Jinx cackled, loud and unafraid, before righting herself. She placed a joint between her lips and lit it, promptly blowing smoke Caitlyn’s way. “You’re so on edge today, everythin’ good with you? Well, except for the whole Vi thing, I guess.”
Caitlyn sighed, wiping at the smoke. It was involuntary. Her day was just that frustrating, and she had no one to talk to about it. Didn’t help that the main reason for her frustration was too inebriated to have a conversation with.
With a bit of hesitation, she sat down next to Jinx, rubbing her tired eyes. She didn’t leave much space; it was another accident, or a reflex, or a deep want for closeness, who knew? Caitlyn certainly didn’t.
Jinx held out the joint as a peace offering, an eyebrow raised. Caitlyn felt a snarky comment forming in her mind, but she stifled it, reaching out for the weed-stick. She hadn’t smoked since college, told herself never to start again.
She rolled it between her fingers, sharp clouds bristling in her nose and stinging her eyes.
“You don’t have to,” Jinx said with something genuine on her face. Concern perhaps?
Caitlyn took a puff, then another, and one more for good measure, and oh, God, did she miss that. That mouth-feel, the quick rush of the nicotine sprinkled in between the green, and that low hum reverberating in her stomach. It was like she was twenty-two again, hanging out in her dorm room, eating an entire bag of fries by herself, and throwing them up an hour later. She chuckled.
“What?” Jinx asked from the side, clearly amused.
“Nothing. Just thinking of the past.” She passed the joint back, watching Jinx blow smoke rings all around her.
“Who was that girl?” Caitlyn asked, beside herself. She didn’t know why it nagged her so much.
Jinx giggled, leaning back. “Who, Sera? She’s just a friend.”
Was that really all there was to it? “Are you that close to all your friends?”
Jinx didn’t answer immediately. She stared at Caitlyn for a second before she leaned forward, hands slapping her knees. The couch creaked, her expression a cacophony of sneer and excitement. “Are you jelly?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” A flush crept up her face. She hid it behind more smoke.
That ragged, croaky laugh livened up the room again, so self-assured in its delivery. “You totally are! Don’t worry, Caitie, there’s enough of me for everyone.” She placed a confident hand on Caitlyn’s thigh, letting it rest there, electric warmth seeping down into her bones.
The way Jinx said her name bounced around in her head, playing pinball with her emotions. It was infuriating how easily she accepted those touches, how brightly they burned on her skin.
Jinx had always been a very direct person. Her hands were another part of her voice, roaming, grounding, teasing. She didn’t merely talk through words; she spoke with her whole body, brazen and loud, and she didn’t care to push a few boundaries in the process. Vi called it a disaster waiting to happen, and maybe she was right. It did seem dangerous, and a bit rude. Caitlyn felt that sting firsthand, that idle shock buried in her flesh, zapping with every brush, stroke, and slap.
She swiped the hand of her leg. “Stop that.”
Jinx scoffed playfully, creating some distance. “Whatever you say. Can’t have the wifey know that you’re havin’ fun, yeah?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, y’know, you’re out here, Vi’s blacked out somewhere else…”
Caitlyn frowned. “I don’t like what you’re implying.” She put some force into her voice, making her distaste known.
“Don’t act like you never thought about it.”
“I haven’t.”
Jinx hummed, totally unconvinced as per usual. She stayed quiet, calmly puffing on the joint. She reduced it to a sad nub and put it out on the couch’s fabric with no regard for its owner. Her face scrunched, eyes suddenly uncertain, whipping around.
“Are you— Uh…” After a silent beat of shifting limbs and the analog clock ticking away in the background, she spoke up again. “Are you happy?”
Caitlyn blanked. She was expecting a snide comment or an annoyed huff. Not… whatever that was.
The question irritated her, not because it was an unreasonable inquiry, but because it was Jinx who inquired. Their typical conversations were straightforward, easy to parse, they did not entail either of their worries, nor did they ask each other for advice.
Nevertheless, Caitlyn thought about it seriously.
She wasn’t unhappy per se, but there was a lack of enthusiasm in her life that she sorely missed. She reminisced on the joy she felt two years prior, when Vi was fresh on her mind, when their relationship was new, and interesting, and exploratory; before it was reduced to a domestic nightmare of arguments and broken promises. A time when her mother wasn’t insistent on pulling Caitlyn back into her world, had her eat out of her palm, parade her around under a false name, and do so through a disguise of righteous indignation. A simpler time, one without the constant headache of damage control.
Caitlyn’s stomach swooped. She didn’t have to entertain that query. She could have ignored it and moved on, or she could have lied, made up something less bleak. It was, if she were being honest, none of Jinx’s business how she felt about herself. They barely knew each other. At best, they were distant acquaintances who periodically laughed at dumb shit, playing at the edge of a taboo.
Yet, the answer left her without any hesitation, fleeing from her lips like a trapped animal, finally uncaged.
“I don’t know,” she said, the weight of those words hanging heavily around her neck.
Jinx didn’t move at first—she was uncharacteristically still, brow furrowing, muscles creasing. Caitlyn wondered what was going on in that head of hers. They weren’t in the habit of exchanging platitudes with each other. They were sailing uncharted waters, and neither of them knew how to read a compass.
With a sudden grunt, Jinx jumped in place, turned around, and rummaged behind the couch, her efforts vocalized with noises of exertion and a plethora of curses as she tried to reach for whatever hid at the bottom. When she finally acquired her treasure, she grinned in triumph and procured another red plastic cup, holding it out with a smirk. “Want some floor beer?”
Caitlyn blinked.
Then she laughed, louder than she meant to. “How many of these do you have?”
“I always stock up a few.” Her lips curled into a full grin.
Gladly accepting the golden beverage, swept up by the rampant heat spooling in her chest, Caitlyn drank the entire cup in one go, immediately regretting her decision and grimacing at the horrid aftertaste that coated her tongue.
“Ugh, why is it warm?”
Jinx shrugged. “It’s been there a while.”
“That’s so very unsanitary,” Caitlyn laughed. “Why not use the table instead? Or a bottle?”
“It wouldn’t be floor beer if it wasn’t on the floor now, would it?” Jinx retorted, leaning deeper into the cushions, claiming the corner of the couch. “Also, it’s more fun that way.”
Caitlyn shook her head, not quite grasping what she was hearing. “How is stale beer fun in any way?”
“How is it not?”
Caitlyn leaned back as well, joining the girl at her side with a chuckle. The alcohol was moving with precision, mixing well with the THC in her system, leaving a pleasant buzz behind. The back of her eyes pulsed with tender enjoyment, and Jinx had never looked more captivating.
“How come we never hang out?” Jinx asked, not letting the quiet settle.
A shrug. “We’re too different.”
“Is that bad?” She chucked one of her braids over her shoulder. It thwapped against the floor. “I mean, this is good, yeah? We’re good.”
“I’m not saying we’re incompatible, but there’s a finite amount of time in our lives, and we have to choose who we spend it with.”
As much as she appreciated the fleeting moments they shared, Jinx was living in a different world. A world full of parties, late-night excursions, and bar crawls. Caitlyn wouldn’t be able to keep up. And neither would Jinx be willing to slow down for her. Their paths were destined to stay opposite one another; they could leer in, but they could never truly converge.
“Pfft,” Jinx spat, “who told you that bullshit?”
Caitlyn scoffed playfully, the naive nature of that comment tickling her brain. “It’s how life works. You’ll understand once you have a stable job and a relationship to maintain.”
“Nah, that’s stupid.” Jinx stirred, inching closer, their legs touching. “You should hang with whoever you want to, not with who has the best compatibility score.”
The thought of moving away didn’t even register as they locked eyes, a tentative hand brushing against Caitlyn’s arm, the coat she was wearing firmly blocking the contact. She was regretting putting it on.
Her mind was faltering, her rationale slowly sinking into an abyss, and before she had any way to counteract it, her thoughts were filled with Jinx, Jinx, Jinx, Jinx. It was distasteful how much Caitlyn yearned to jump forward, to take what she wanted without thinking about the consequences, to indulge in a craving she shouldn’t be harboring.
Her gaze darted to those plump, dusky lips that craned into a cheeky smile once again. “Somethin’ you wanna say, Caitie?”
The nickname rattled around her skull, sending a flush of heat down into her crotch. Confusion piled at her edges. Her arousal was as alarming as it was nonsensical. She couldn’t allow herself to stoop that low. One tiny hiccup in her relationship was not going to turn her into a cheater. And she was especially not going to be unfaithful with Jinx of all people.
Caitlyn’s breath hitched as a hand came up to her cheek, thumb fondly stroking. Jinx looked different; her chaotic demeanor melted into a careful insistence, cold eyes staring her down, asking for more.
“What are you doing?” Caitlyn made no attempt to stop her.
“I’m touching your face.”
“Yes,” she let out the tiniest snicker, “why are you doing that?”
Jinx shrugged, her thumb not stilling. “Feels nice.”
The air was electric, charged by their continuous back and forth, their game of cat and mouse. Sober Caitlyn would have swiped at the hand, played it off, and made a sarcastic comment, but she was too drunk, high, and touch-starved to do that. Was Jinx aware of that? Did she lure her in on purpose, made her smoke and drink so she would let her guard down? Did Caitlyn care about any of that?
“You can tell me to stop,” Jinx mumbled, her breath growing more shallow, chest rising and falling in hypnotic patterns.
“I probably should.”
“Yeah… probably.”
She wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but their lips met in a bout of absolute desire, nipping and smacking, like their lives depended on it. Caitlyn moaned into a pliable mouth, heat rushing upwards in dizzying waves. Her hands reached out, finding hold in thick blue hair, pulling with enough force to have them separate, making Jinx fight for contact.
And she did so with a fury unbeknownst to Caitlyn, a reckless, fierce need reflecting in those shiny eyes as she lunged, locking their lips again in a desperate kiss. Jinx’s tongue prodded for entry, and Caitlyn reciprocated with a guttural sigh as she opened her mouth, letting the girl explore her insides.
Soon after, Caitlyn lay atop her, their hands greedily roaming over each other’s bodies. Jinx was less intense than she anticipated; she held herself back, lingering around safer places, like hips and arms, a modicum of frustration building behind her belly button.
Taking what she needed, she slid underneath Jinx’s top, finding those delectable, perky breasts. She massaged them gently at first, gauging how far she could go.
Jinx trembled, breaking their kiss, her voice a rough whisper. “More… H-harder…”
She groped with a bit of strength, digging her fingers into silky flesh. The choked moans and huffs Jinx exuded were music to Caitlyn’s ears, turning her already generously hard cock into a twitching monstrosity. It rubbed against her pants, begging to be freed, to be buried in something wet and warm. She let out a groan, grinding her crotch downward into a smooth thigh.
Picking up on that, Jinx grinned deviously through her arousal, her gaze falling to the bulge between Caitlyn’s legs as she licked her lips. “W-want me to take care of that?”
Caitlyn stopped, her guilt catching up with her; previously eager hands halting, muscles spasming in her delirium. Her mouth was dry, and she panted like a dog in heat. There was something seriously wrong. Her thoughts were overwhelming in their desire to fuck Jinx into the cushions, to do unspeakable things to her girlfriend’s sister while she was too drunk to pay attention to her. It felt like revenge.
Caitlyn removed her hand from Jinx’s chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”
“I swear, if you say we shouldn’t do this, I’ll kick you in the balls!”
Jinx’s face contorted, anger turned to frustration, then to somber regret. She was still holding onto Caitlyn’s sleeve with restless fingers. She looked hurt, almost desperate.
“Please…” she whined, bucking her hips upwards. “Don’t take this from me…”
I shouldn’t.
I really shouldn’t.
Grinding her teeth together, letting the scene in front of her play out in full, seeing Jinx struggling to contain herself, literally begging for more… There was just no conceivable way for Caitlyn to deny her.
She shrugged off her coat, freeing her shoulders from its weight, then fiddled with her belt in a frenzy, trying, and failing, to open the damn thing. Her hands were shaking, vision blurring, and that fucking buckle wouldn’t—
“Let me.” Jinx carefully reached out, placing a palm on the metal.
Caitlyn left it to Jinx, arms dangling at her side. Deft fingers made quick work of the dastardly contraption, leather threading out of its hook. The girl leaned back again, taking a silent gander around, seemingly afraid to be spotted. It was cute to see that part of Jinx; her flaming bravado reduced to something more tender, more shy. A peek behind the curtain. A rare sight of vulnerability. It was tantalizingly erotic.
“Ready when you are,” she said, hooking her thumbs to her shorts, pulling enough to reveal a bundle of dark curly hair underneath.
Heart racing, Caitlyn leaned down to cover Jinx up, shielding her from the outside world, undoing the last button, fly zipping loudly, cock straining against her underwear.
She swallowed. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Jinx nodded, her arms reaching up to loop around Caitlyn’s neck.
And that was all she needed. Her pants brushed just to the mid of her thigh, leaving her with restrained movement, barely enough to line herself up.
She gave herself a few tentative strokes, and Jinx scrambled to remove her shorts completely, getting quickly stuck from how little range she had while pressed to the couch. She grunted, jerking and kicking, keeping one arm securely locked onto Caitlyn’s shoulder. Caitlyn, in her infinite generosity, helped her out and yanked them down to her ankles, eliciting a short, sputtering laugh in the girl.
“So eager,” she cooed, pressing her legs together.
Confronted by Jinx’s writhing form, Caitlyn stilled again. Static buzzed at the edge of her senses. She had dreamed about that moment, had fantasized about that blue hair cloyed in sweat, those daring eyes staring up at her, that defiant smirk on her lips stretching over her sharp features. They were detestable jaunts of her sexual mind, she concluded. An experimental process. Everyone had them, tiny ideas of what it would be like to be with someone you couldn’t. She would push them aside, tell herself it was all part of being human, and move on. But when she was thrown on top of Jinx, watching as she wriggled her hips, listening to her unsteady breathing, it became suddenly very clear what feelings were actually evoked in Caitlyn.
“Are you—” Jinx kept bucking, kept whining, an endless torrent of need flooding from her lips. “A-are you gonna make me beg?”
There was a snap in Caitlyn’s brain, somewhere in a dark corner, and it was as if nothing mattered anymore. Her hesitation all but evaporated from hearing those few words.
She placed a hand on Jinx’s cheek, nudging her thumb against the corner of her mouth. After a bit of gentle prodding, Jinx let the digit slip in, sucking softly. So obedient.
Her other hand went between the girl’s legs, slathering some of her wetness onto her clit, rubbing in tight circles. She moaned around the thumb, her grip tightening, shoulders tensing.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Caitlyn mumbled.
And Jinx reacted in the most adorable way, shakily pushing into Caitlyn’s palm, blabbering plea after plea as she desperately chased her end.
“P-pwease… Inside…”
For a moment, Caitlyn wondered how far she could have taken that. How willing was Jinx to beg for her release? The thought alone made her shiver. But that would’ve been too much at once. She didn’t want to scare her away, didn’t want to overplay her hand, not while she was also on the brink of going insane.
She removed her thumb from Jinx’s mouth and braced herself. Her cock thwapped on top of Jinx’s clit, a tiny shriek jolting past her. She rubbed it up and down sensitive folds, preparing herself for what was about to happen.
With a firm—yet gentle—push, she entered, tight walls welcoming her in. Her back was raked by Jinx’s nails, trying to keep herself steady as broken sounds of pleasure bounced off the walls. Jinx felt fantastic. She quivered so wonderfully around her cock, every pulse pulling her deeper and deeper, and with every inch that vanished, Jinx fluttered, strained gasps staining the hot air.
When she bottomed out, the girl beneath her was a shuddering mess, half-lidded eyes hazy from the pressure.
Jinx giggled, pulling Caitlyn down. She half collapsed, their chests touching through their shirts. “I’ve waited so long for this, you have no idea.”
Caitlyn could only stare, lost in the storm of Jinx’s eyes, her arms around her neck, her crotch shifting, grinding, wanting. Her insides clenched with every tiny noise escaping her. That wonderful tingle reached her again, the moon glinting in a clear sky.
She wanted to indulge in that feeling a bit longer, have it swarm her every fibre, consume her until there was nothing left but that overwhelming want to devour, to take and take and take, to exist in a perpetual state of bliss, blue strands strangling the life out of her.
Jinx broke the silence with a timid chuckle. “This is nice and all, but uh, c-can you move?” She accentuated her wish with another desperate gyration, mewling softly.
Jolted out of her thoughts for hopefully the last time, Caitlyn blinked the fog away. Jinx wanted her, needed her. Her hips shifted, slowly dragging backwards, taking note of the creases clutching onto her length, how they demanded her to stay. She pushed back in with equal care, feeling Jinx tighten her grip, her body and voice shuddering.
Caitlyn wasn’t a brute, as much as her fantasies were trying to make her believe that she was. She thought of herself as a gentle lover, enjoying seeing her partners unravel one second at a time; every lunge, every angled shove guiding them towards the light.
Jinx was no different. Caitlyn followed the map laid out for her by the girl’s saccharine moans, finding all the spots that broke her composure, that made her fly just a little bit higher, made her voice just that little bit coarser.
Once she found her rhythm, she sped up, experimenting with rougher patterns, harsher thrusts. Jinx’s head fell back, eyes closed, mouth agape in a silent scream, and Caitlyn felt the shimmering waves that coursed through her companion as she came. It was a shock, seeing her come undone so abruptly without warning, sweetly rutting down, prolonging her rhapsody.
Caitlyn slowed, aware of her movements and the effect they were having. Jinx shook, her pussy quivering, sweat dripping down her forehead. Their gazes met once more, and Caitlyn kissed her sensually, tasting smoke and cheap beer on her lips, letting the moment stretch beyond reason.
“Mhh…” Jinx tapped on Caitlyn’s shoulder, and they parted. “D-don’t stop.”
Cold shivers danced through her muscles, breathy words scrambling her brain. “Are— Are you sure?”
She answered with her body, slamming her hips down with vicious intensity, their flesh slapping. Caitlyn groaned, biting her lip to keep quiet.
“Quick,” Jinx breathed, “before anyone sees…”
A smirk bent Caitlyn’s face; she couldn’t stifle the comment lacing her tongue. “I thought you were into that?”
Jinx looked away, hiding her rosy cheeks, pulling Caitlyn into the crook of her neck, mumbling. “Just fuck me already…”
She smelled of weed and grease, her sweat salty on her tongue. Kisses and mellow sucks littered the pale skin. She could feel Jinx’s heartbeat on her lips, throbbing with excitement.
Caitlyn moved again, struggling to find ground from the awkward angle she was forced into. Unwilling to let go of that supple neck, she wrapped an arm underneath a sweat-slicked back and lifted near the bottom, fucking downwards. Their hips clashed, Jinx yelped, stammering affirmations. ‘Yes.’ ‘More.’ ‘Harder.’
And Caitlyn was more than willing to oblige, approaching her own peak, searing heat building around her core. She ground her teeth together, hoping to still her hunger, but it was futile; there was no stopping the inevitable. Her moans pressed into Jinx’s skin. “I’m close.”
Slim arms kept her confined, hands wandering over her shoulder blades. “Come inside me.”
Caitlyn jerked, zaps running down her spine. Jinx wouldn’t let her go. “W-what, I—”
Another hard squeeze trapped the woman in place. “It’s okay. P-please. I-I— I need this…”
Whatever was left from Caitlyn’s vacillation, left the moment she heard Jinx sputter another filthy plea into her ear, hot breath tingling her skin, voice so soft and needy it nearly made her explode on the spot. “I need your come in me…”
She rammed herself deeper with a grunt, delighting in the choked moans erupting next to her, bordering on insanity. Their hips clashed again and again, perverse sounds emanating from their connection, wet slaps and rumbly sobs of pleasure. Heat encased her chest, rippling along her nerves, every pull at her neck, every tiny ‘more’ Jinx spewed in her ear, every contraction in her cunt—it made Caitlyn absolutely feral.
“F-f-fuck… yes… j-just like— Ngh! C-Cait, I—”
Jinx came again, spasming in Caitlyn’s grip, clenching incredibly tightly around her cock, sensitive walls massaging the last bit of resistance out of her. Caitlyn’s entire body slacked, fireworks splintering behind her eyelids, wave after wave shattering her decency. She sank her teeth into pliable flesh, not enough to break skin, but enough to hurt, and screamed. Jinx winced, then her hands carded through onyx hair. She didn’t pull, only rested them there, a silent acknowledgment of their shared relief.
Shallow pumps kept both women floating a while longer until fatigue claimed them and everything collapsed. They lay still, bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.
Caitlyn felt herself shrinking inside of Jinx, warmth smoldering underneath her skin. She looked at the ring of teeth marks she left behind, swollen and red, a sense of guilt nagging at her. She lost control, did more than one thing she shouldn’t have that night—potentially impregnating someone being one of them.
“I-it, uh—” Caitlyn’s words rattled in her dry throat. “It should be fine, but… you should—”
“I know,” Jinx interrupted in a dazed tone. “I get it. I’ll be careful.”
Pressed together, clothes haphazardly ripped away, awkwardly cuddling on a sofa in someone else’s living room, Caitlyn grew self-conscious. That was dangerous, and wrong, and so many other things she didn’t have the courage to name.
She turned to face Jinx. She only smiled lazily, her hands still threaded in Caitlyn’s hair, stroking placidly, her big doey eyes staring back with such calm that a new fantasy broke through the mist; she wanted to see that face every morning when she woke up.
Her throat tightened, tears threatening to spill. Caitlyn extricated herself, ignoring Jinx’s surprised gasp, and pulled her pants up. Her legs were numb, pinpricks and needles under her feet. She hastily threw on her coat, burying her hands in her pockets, making fists, blinking away her tears.
Jinx made a meek noise. “W-what are you doing?”
“Get—” Caitlyn cleared her throat, steadying her withering breath. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
Caitlyn didn’t look; she only heard the frantic shifting of clothes and couch cushions. Another achingly brittle sentence was thrown her way. “Why are you acting like this?”
“Like what?” She fought with the tension in her chest, neglecting how painful her heart was beating.
“Like this didn’t mean anythin’!”
“It— I’m not—” Her lungs burned. She sniffed. “We can’t do this.”
Jinx yanked on Caitlyn’s arm, turning her around, moist eyes piercing her soul. “We already did!”
It took all of her willpower not to break down right there, to fall forward and embrace her desires in a longing hug, damn the consequences. “This isn’t right. We’re not— I mean, we’re—”
“What?” Jinx snarled. “Incompatible? Are you still on that shit?”
“It’s not that simple…”
“Of course it is! Just— Just stay with me. Leave Vi, and— a-and we can—”
“We can’t!” Caitlyn snapped, her pulse blasting at 120, thrumming against her temple. She shook her hand free. “This isn’t sustainable.”
With that, she walked towards the exit, not looking back.
“Where are you going?!”
“I’m leaving.” Her voice broke. “I’ll still drive you, but that’s it.”
For a moment, she wondered if Jinx would stay behind, but once she was halfway across the corridor, she heard the stomping of boots. They remained a safe distance away from her until they reached the car.
Jinx got in without a word, and Caitlyn didn’t have it in her to check up on her in the rearview mirror. She started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
Neither of them said a word during their long journey home, and it dawned on Caitlyn that she was technically driving under the influence. She was sure her blood alcohol levels were in the legal range, but it made her queasy nonetheless, decelerating to a comfortable five mph under the speed limit.
The engine rumbled, tires dragging across uneven streets, potholes shaking her in her seat. The last thirty minutes played on loop in her head, a broken record scratching her worst impulses.
When Caitlyn parked in front of Jinx’s building, she didn’t feel a rustle. She still couldn’t look at her, couldn’t risk seeing those wounded eyes again.
“We’re here,” she rasped.
Jinx didn’t respond.
Caitlyn leaned back, rubbing a hand down her face. She didn’t mean for it to end like that.
“Did you really feel nothing?” Jinx said, suddenly.
“What—?”
“Tell me you felt nothing, and I’ll leave.” Her words were neutral, missing all that made Jinx… well, Jinx.
“I—” Caitlyn looked at the rearview mirror. Jinx was staring ahead, meeting her gaze in the reflection. Her eyes were red. Shit.
It was for the best, she told herself. They would never make it work.
She took a deep breath. “I felt nothing.”
Jinx didn’t react, her face a blank canvas. Somehow, that was worse than her being angry. Caitlyn wanted her to yell, to throw an insult at her, to tell her she was a piece of shit, and a manipulator, and a despicable person.
Nothing like that came. Jinx let out a quiet sigh, barely audible over the sound of the idling car, and left without saying another word.
Caitlyn watched as Jinx walked to the door of her apartment building, vanishing up the stairs.
Alone, she had to reckon with the whirling bundle of emotions that were raging in her chest. She white-knuckled the steering wheel, feeling the tears burning down her cheeks, and screamed.
Five minutes later, she was still parked. Her tears ran dry, and her throat was sore. She let the fatigue settle, set the car in reverse, and rolled out.