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It was quiet awkwardly quiet with the clock ticking on the wall...a part of Daria Morgendorffer couldn't help but think it was ticking to doomsday as she sat on her bed legs pulled up with arms around feeling the judging eyes boring into soul, "You know...it's not like you haven't made errors in judgement either.."
She pointed out with a weak smirk not even able to keep up her usual sarcastic wit or edge, "Amiga.." Spoke her best friend Jane Lane as she took a deep breath, "me buying the wrong set of paints that's a error of judgement.."
the girl started to pace in the room, "Me trading lunches with burnout girl and finding myself in the park hours later with no idea how I got there, is a error of judgement.."
Jane let out a sarcastic laugh, "Hell joining the track team for a while was a bad judgement call...but this.." she ran her hands through her hair, "I know you've probably been a bit lonely since I started to date Tom but tell me.."
she whirled around to give Daria a shocked pleading stare ,"What in the name of all things sane made you think losing your virginity to Brittany fucking Taylor was a good call!?"
A groan was the answer.
"First of all, since we both lack the part that make men stupid," Daria muttered into her knees, "technically speaking, I didn't lose anything." The attempt at deflection landed like a lead balloon. Jane exhaled through her nose, fingers drumming against the paint-splattered thighs of her cargo pants. The silence stretched until Daria finally lifted her head, revealing the faintest smear of glitter still clinging to her cheekbone. "And secondly...It was...sigh...a thing of the moment" she admitted.
Jane froze mid-pace, her boot squeaking against the floorboards. "A moment?" she echoed, voice dangerously flat. "You? The girl who once spent three weeks analyzing the ethical implications of downloading a single Metallica song?" The unspoken accusation hung between them—Daria Morgendorffer didn't do "moments." Daria did existential crises disguised as meticulous pro-con lists.
"Ok think you need to take me through this step by step" Jane slowly sat down on the bed like she was approaching a wild animal, "because I'm struggling to find the part where Brittany Taylor becomes the logical choice" her fingers twitched toward her sketchbook like she might need to diagram this insanity.
"Sigh suppose you wont settle for a its complicate...and to be honest dont feel like telling this to my parents...yet..." Daria murmured with a weak smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she ran a hand through her messy hair, "but alright...you remember yesterday? the whole school spirit rally thing?..."
Jane snorted, "Oh you mean when the football team decided to re-enact the siege of troy with pizza boxes? yeah kinda hard to forget...wait." her eyes narrowed, "You were supposed to be hiding in the library with me...you said you had a migraine..."
"I had and I was walking back home when the rain started..."
(Flashback)
It started small, a cold wind, the sound of thunder; then the first drops hit me like needles.
Daria walked without much care as she had seen the weather forecast that morning and had packet an umbrella (that she might have forgotten to tell Quinn about) but she had underestimated how much it would rain, "Great..." she muttered under her breath as she started to feel the dampness seep into her socks, "Just great..."
If this was karma for all the times she'd smirked at Quinn's ruined hairstyles during sudden downpours, Daria decided cosmic justice needed a better sense of proportion.
Oh well..better be partial wet than fully wet like everyone back at the rally should be right now...or like the hunched walking figure in front of her.
Wait...Daria suddenly stopped on the side walk narrowing her eyes as the wind blew through her hair and the rain poured down...seeing the figure walking miserably ahead of her arms wrapped around her and normally she wouldn't care but she found her curiosity along with her basic human decency stirring because this was a figure she recognize
"Brittany?" Daria found herself calling out with a arched brow causing the girl to stiffen before sniffling as she turned toward Daria direction and low and behold it was indeed the one and only Brittany Taylor captain of the Lawndale Lion Cheerleaders, girlfriend of the QB Kevin Thompson, and personal living definition of blonde bimbo who right now was looking more like a drowned puppy dog rather than her usual happy preppy self with mascara leaking down her face and her soaked clothes cleaning to them, "D-Da-Daria?"
Brittany spoke up in a shiver flinching as thunder boomed over head causing Daria to frown before sighing, "I know i'm going to regret this...curse you conscious." she said to herself before quickly approaching Brittany form, "What are you doing standing around in this weather? Even you have enough brain cells to not expose yourself to the elements like this.."
Brittany sniffled again wiping her nose with the back of her hand, "K-Kevin and I broke up.." she whimpered softly.
Daria felt herself giving a deadpaner stare.
"O-k...so? this is not the first time...in fact this is like the 5th time...this week alone" Daria said flatly as rain dripped from her bangs, watching Brittany's lower lip quiver like a seismograph needle during an earthquake. The cheerleader's hands twisted in her soaked sweater sleeves, her usual tan looking oddly gray under the stormlight.
"that's different! This time it's serious!" Brittany declared stomping her foot before letting out a startled yelp as the thunder boomed and next thing Daria knew, "Grt!" Was the girl wrapping around her shivering with a frighten expression, "urg..Brittany...can't.."
she managed to groan out with a slight cough before sighing, "lets...lets get to my house...than you can...urg tell me about it.."
Brittany nodded eagerly sniffling as she clung to Daria arm.
"O-ok.." she mumbled softly as they walked toward Daria home, the rain still pouring down but at least she had her umbrella now shared between them.
"so..what happened this time?" Daria asked with a sigh as she glanced at Brittany from the corner of her eye.
"He forgot!" Only to regret it immediately as Brittany started to cry into her side causing her to groan....it was going to be a long walk home wasn't it....maybe if she was lucky the storm would sweep in and blow her away.
"Forgot what exactly?" Daria asked with a sigh as she tried to keep the umbrella balanced between them, her shoulder already damp from Brittany's tears and rain water.
"Our kiss-anniversary!" Brittany wailed, smearing her cheek against Daria's jacket like a heartbroken golden retriever. "Today we celebrated our first kiss and becoming officially a couple! and he forgot!!!"
Daria blinked rainwater from her lashes, calculating the absurdity of commemorating adolescent slobbering behind the bleachers.
Than remembering who she was dealing with her expression flatten honestly wouldn't surprise her if Brittany celebrated the anniversary she became a cheerleader, "And what's worse..sob..this wasn't the only anniversary he forgot!"
Brittany blubber with clinging to Daria arm finding a strange sense of warmth and comfort in her time of need during this icky horrible weather.
Daria could feel her jacket sleeve growing increasingly damp—partly from the rain, mostly from Brittany's melodramatic tears—and sighed inwardly. The cheerleader's grip was surprisingly strong for someone who couldn't open her own locker without Kevin's help.
By the time they reached her house, Daria's patience had evaporated faster than the rainwater steaming off a radiator. Brittany stood shivering in the foyer, mascara now tracing abstract art down her cheeks...It was quite a...sad image that belonged to some soap opera rather than her own home.
"Sigh...come...lets get you a towel" Daria called opening the door and turning on the lights.
Both girls entered the foyer, puddles forming under their dripping forms and wet shoes squeaking against the hardwood floor. Brittany sniffled, her usually bouncy curls hanging limp like overcooked spaghetti.
"Thank you....Daria.." She said with a shiver hugging her arms, "glad I can count on my friends sniff if not Kevin." she said not noticing how Daria stiffen at the friend address while moving to get the towel.
"Here..." Daria handed the towel to Brittany who took it gratefully starting to dry her hair, "So...what now? You going to be ok?" She asked awkwardly not sure what else to say.
Brittany looked up at Daria with watery eyes and a trembling lip before suddenly bursting into fresh tears and throwing her arms around the startled brunette.
"Oh Daria you're so nice! You're like the only person who gets me!" She cried burying her face into Daria's shoulder.
"Ugg feel like Im the only person that puts up with you..." Daria muttered, but didn't pull away—the cheerleader's body heat was the only thing keeping the damp chill from sinking into her bones.
Speaking off.
"Lets...get you out of those clothes before you get a cold..." Daria muttered against Brittany's damp hairline, already regretting the phrasing the moment it left her lips. The cheerleader pulled back with a sniffle, cheeks flushed—whether from crying or sudden awareness, it was impossible to tell.
A drop of water slid from Brittany's collarbone down beneath her sodden cheerleading top, tracing a path Daria's eyes followed against her will. The fabric clung transparently in places, revealing patches of gooseblesh skin underneath.
And woah...Britanny do was..quite developed in the chest area, it was like staring at a car crash...you shouldn't look but you couldn't look away...the cheerleader's pink bra showing through the soaked fabric, Daria felt her throat go dry...what the hell was she doing staring at Brittany's breasts?
"Ehem..come on..Im sure Quinn has something you can use" Daria coughed awkwardly, forcing her gaze upward where it belonged..coming on sight of a quite innocent-looking eyes looking t her with such gratitude and trust that it sent a strange pang through her chest.
"You're so sweet Daria.." Brittany murmured, squeezing her arms tighter, "I don't know why people think you're mean..."
"Some people just can't handle the truth since I don't sugar coat things." Daria said back with a shrug, "Well that's silly, you should always be honest." Brittany said with a giggle
Daria raised a brow, "You're...not going to cry anymore?" She asked cautiously, "Nope! I feel better now that I got it all out!" Brittany chirped wiping her nose with the towel before handing it back to Daria.
The brunette stared at the damp cloth, now speckled with glittery pink lip gloss, before tossing it into the hamper with a resigned sigh.
"Right. forgive me if I found that hard to believe" Daria muttered under her breath as she led Brittany up the stairs.
"I mean I know this is pretty normal for you and Kevin at this point...but you were out in the rain Brittany." Daria added with a sigh, 'I normally wouldn't care enough to intervene but I think it's clear that you and Kevin can't make things work if your constant break up make up lead to something like today."
Brittany sniffled again but nodded in agreement as she followed Daria closely, her damp shoes leaving wet footprints on the hardwood floor.
"I know..." She admitted softly, her voice unusually subdued for someone who usually spoke in exclamation marks. "But...but what if no one else wants me?" The vulnerability in her tone made Daria pause mid-step, her fingers tightening around the banister. "I mean...who else would put up with me?" Brittany added with a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob caught in her throat.
"Put up...with you?" Daria asked carefully. was Britanny actually saying she knows people sees her as the archetype of the dumb blonde? She never thought the girl had any self-awareness whatsoever.
"Yeah..well...some of my friend do have say me and Kevin is like...soul mates? and that only soulmates likes each other? I dont know they say a lot of words..." the blonde girl mumbled, twisting a lock of dripping hair around her finger—the motion oddly vulnerable, like she was physically unraveling her own punchline. "But do remember someone saying something about only someone like Kevin could put up with someone like me? and...and I guess that stuck..." Her voice trailed off into the space between them, the admission hanging heavier than the rainwater still sliding down the walls.
Ok never mind she isnt self-aware at all...Daria thought with a sigh yet that made all this even more sadder that what even she was willing to admit.
"Brittany..." Daria started before stopping herself unsure of what to say...she wasn't good at this...comforting people was Quinn's job or Jane's, "Listen...you're not...that bad..."
"I'm not.." Brittany repeated with a slight sniffle yet hopeful look as they stop in the hall,"You're not.."
Daria said with a sigh, "You have your faults but so does everyone even me.." she added adjusting her glasses, "but people take the bad with the good and appreciate what makes a person..."
Urg she couldn't believe she was getting this sappy, "Special.." she said...and Brittany was certainly something special, she thought dryly.
"You think i'm special?" Brittany asked looking at her with her own cheeks slightly red...likely from the weather Daria internalized, "You're certainly a special kinda of sweet I know lots of other girls in your position on the school foodchain would live up to the stereotype of being insecure bullies.."
Daria pointed out
The cheerleader blinked rapidly, her lashes still clumped together from rainwater—or maybe fresh tears.
"But..." Daria hesitated, her fingers twitching toward her glasses before aborting the motion. "You don't. You're just...genuinely happy. Which is its own kind of insanity." The words came out gruffer than intended, like she'd coughed up a hairball of reluctant admiration. "So yeah. Special."
"Oh Daria..sniff you...oh come here!" And before she realized it a sniffling Brittany was pulling her into a tight hug.
Daria stood stiffly for a moment, her damp sleeves sticking to her forearms as Brittany's hair tickled her nose—it smelled inexplicably of strawberries and cheap drugstore shampoo. The cheerleader's breath hitched against her collarbone, warm despite the chill still clinging to their clothes. Somewhere between the rain and the mascara stains on her shirt, Daria realized with dawning horror that she was...patting Brittany's back.
The motion was awkward, mechanical—like watching a cat attempt CPR—but Brittany sighed into the contact anyway, her fingers curling tighter into Daria's wrinkled jacket. "You're...warm," she murmured.
Ok...this was..TOO personal...Daria realized abruptly as Brittany's chest was really pressing against her own..and woah ok..did she had some cotton inside her shirt or why was it so soft? The brunette swallowed hard, acutely aware of the way their bodies aligned—Brittany's hips slotting against hers with an intimacy usually reserved for locker room nightmares. Her fingers twitched where they hovered over the small of Brittany's back, debating whether to push away or—god help her—pull closer.
Wait..what?!
why was she wondering...oh god...dont tell her she was getting an "awakening" and turns out she was Bi for Britanny of all girls?!
Daria's pulse hammered against her ribs like a trapped moth as Brittany nuzzled closer—the cheerleader's breath hitching against her throat in a way that sent electricity skittering down her spine. Somewhere between the rain-slicked sleeves and the dizzying press of Brittany's body, her usual razor-sharp wit short-circuited into static.
"I..we...you need to get out of those clothes!" Daria found herself blurting out before blushing as her words hit her ," and into something dry before you get sick!" she added hurriedly
"Oh..right.." Brittany pulled back slightly, her hands still clutching Daria's sleeves—and for a terrifying moment Daria thought the blonde might suggest they undress together. But instead Brittany just tilted her head, rainwater dripping from her chin onto Daria's collar. "You're shaking," she observed with startling acuity, her thumb brushing against the pulse point in Daria's wrist.
The brunette swallowed hard, acutely aware of how Brittany's thumb traced slow circles against her inner wrist—a touch that felt far too deliberate for someone who regularly got lost between third period and the cafeteria. "Hypothermia," Daria deadpanned, though the tremor in her voice undermined the sarcasm. "Happens when idiots drag you through monsoon conditions."
As expected..Brittany blinked "cutely" at the "unknown" word, her expression flickering between confusion and admiration. "Wow Daria...you're so smart!" she breathed, her fingers tightening around Daria's wrist—her thumb still tracing those damn circles that sent heat pooling low in Daria's stomach. The brunette swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of how Brittany's lower lip glistened with rainwater and something pink and sticky—probably the same gloss now smeared across her own jacket collar.
"Umm..here...this is my room"
Daria pushed open the door with her shoulder—the hinges creaking ominously, like they too were judging her terrible life choices.
"Oooh I've never seen a room with mattress on the wall...you must sleep really well~" Brittany chirped with a blink after her first look at the room.
Daria arched an eyebrow—that was objectively the weirdest interpretation of an asylum padded room anyone had ever formulated. Then again, Brittany once thought "metaphor" was a kind of floor polish. The cheerleader bounced forward, leaving wet footprints on the hardwood, and immediately started poking at Daria's meticulously organized CD collection like it was some alien artifact.
"Sigh wait here..I will go get something for you to wear" she said walking out and towards Quinn´s room, opening the door she saw the usual pink mess of clothes and accessories scattered everywhere, "Ugh..." she sighed kneeling down to rummage through the mess.
As she began looking for something for Britanny to wear; shouldnt be hard she and Quinn had similar tastes..although maybe her sister´s clothes would be too small in the chest area...she paused as the realization hit her that she was imagining Britanny´s bust size in her sister´s clothes...she groaned softly rubbing her temples.
"Get a grip Morgendorffer.." she muttered to herself. She needed to survive until the storm was over and then she will try to make heads and tails about these...feelings. She finally found a simple but stylish pink hoodie and a pair of jeans she hoped would fit...somehow.
Back on her room Britanny was still examining her CD collection with the kind of fascinated confusion usually reserved for toddlers encountering quantum physics. The cheerleader's damp fingers hovered over Daria's carefully alphabetized Sonic Youth albums—leaving little crescent-shaped watermarks on the plastic cases—when the brunette reentered. "Here," Daria muttered, thrusting the clothes forward like they might explode.
Brittany's hands closed around the fabric, her fingertips brushing Daria's wrist with unexpected delicacy. "Ooh, pink!" she chirped, shaking out the hoodie with a motion that sent rainwater droplets arcing across Daria's posters "Love love love it!" The enthusiasm was familiar, but something about the way Brittany's gaze flickered to Daria's face—lingering half a second too long on her mouth—felt unsettlingly new. "Thanks Daria...for...everything" she added softly, her voice losing its usual exclamation points mid-sentence.
"Hey...dont mentioned" Daria muttered as she turned to look into her own closet for her pajamas or something dry wear "no seriously never mention this to..." she turned and froze.
Without care nor warning, Brittany had already peeled off her soaked cheerleading top—revealing skin flushed pink from the rain and the lacy pink bra Daria had accidentally memorized earlier. The brunette's glasses fogged instantly, her brain short-circuiting as Brittany's fingers moved to her skirt's waistband. "Wait—" Daria croaked, voice cracking like a pubescent boy's, "there's a bathroom—"
The skirt came undo and fell to reveal the pink panties with the tiny little hearts that Daria had seen more than enough of in locker rooms, but never like this—never in the dim afternoon light of her own bedroom with rainwater still trickling down Brittany's thighs. The brunette's throat clicked audibly as she swallowed, her fingers tightening around the dry clothes she'd grabbed for herself—fabric suddenly feeling like sandpaper against her overheated palms.
Well if she needed confirmation that she was Bi here it was because all she could think at this sight was how hot Brittany was, and how unfair life was that a moron like Kevin had regular access to a body like that!
"Daria?" Brittany's voice snapped her out of her trance, the cheerleader tilting her head with a curious frown—the motion making water droplets slide down her collarbones in a way that should be illegal. "Are you okay? You're staring like I'm a math test or something..."
The girl had bend to remove her wet sneakers when she noticed Daria staring at her, "Something wrong?" She asked with a tilt of her head causing Daria to cough into her fist and push up her glasses that had steamed up.
"No, I—" Daria's tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, her usual razor-sharp sarcasm dulled by the way Brittany's damp underwear clung to the curve of her hip. The cheerleader straightened up with a squelch of wet socks.
"You need help to change?" Brittany asked with startling innocence, one strap of her bra slipping down her shoulder. Daria's vision tunneled—that inch of exposed skin burned brighter than a thousand suns.
"No," she blurted too quickly, the word ricocheting off her bedroom walls.
The blonde girl blinked then smiled with a giggle.
"Its ok dont worry" she said walking closer to the brunette girl with a grin, "me and my friends help each other after practice so I know how this goes!" She reached the zipper on Daria´s green blazer before the shorter girl could react.
The next moment the zipper slid down with a hiss, Daria's damp jacket parting to reveal her full orange shirt as the blonde cheerleader pushed the damp cloth off her shoulders.
"You know? you're kinda cute" Brittany murmured unexpectedly as she peeled the damp fabric away, her fingers brushing Daria's collarbones with a gentleness that belied her usual clumsy exuberance. The observation landed like a grenade in the quiet between them "I know you brainy and all but you really are..." Brittany trailed off, kneeling to unbutton and unzip Daria´s skirt as if this were just another routine post-game locker room ritual. The brunette's breath hitched—her own hands twitching uselessly at her sides, torn between stopping this surreal moment and seeing where the hell it would go.
The skirt fell down, revealing the grey plain panties she'd worn since laundry day—practical cotton against skin still prickling from rainwater and something far more dangerous. Brittany didn't laugh, didn't mock...just move to unlace the boots and take them off as well with surprising care.
"And you've got a real nice body, you should really show it off more.." her words just caused Daria to blush, 'I'm uh...really not that good with attention...the time where Quinn acted like the smart one and me the pretty one was kinda enough for me.."
she muttered feeling embarrassed nervous...it was just Brittany...and sure she was having a little gay awakening but there was nothing to be scared of not like the girl was going to eat her...right?
Brittany hummed thoughtfully, fingertips skating along the hem of Daria's damp shirt—her touch feather-light yet somehow branding the skin beneath. "You're wrong," she murmured, breath warm against Daria's clavicle as she leaned in closer. "You got lots of attention right now..."
The observation landed somewhere between teasing and terrifyingly earnest. "You said Im special well I say you are pretty" she said pulling the shirt up revealing the brunette's stomach inch by agonizing inch, her nails dragging just enough to make Daria's muscles twitch involuntarily.
"And I think..someone should help you feel pretty.." Brittany added with a soft smile and a strange twinkle in her eyes, "Ah...Brittany?"
Daria swallowed hard as her shirt was moved over her head (her glasses coming out and falling with a clatter), leaving her in just her plain grey bra—suddenly painfully aware of how utilitarian it looked compared to Brittany's frilly pink confection.
But Brittany didn't seem to mind as she let off a soft giggle, "you're always so stiff and serious why don't I help you relax.
The blonde traced a finger down Daria's bare midriff, lingering just below her navel—that single touch sending wildfire sparks across skin usually reserved for sarcastic detachment. "Wait—" Daria's protest died halfway when Brittany's other hand found the small of her back, pressing them flush together with alarming precision for someone who once got stuck in a revolving door. Their contrasting undergarments brushed—grey cotton against pink lace—and Daria's last coherent thought was that this violated several unwritten rules of high school social hierarchies.
"You already made me feel special..let me show you how special you are also" Brittany murmured against the shell of Daria's ear—her breath hitching when the brunette's fingers spasmed against her bare waist. The cheerleader's lips traced the hinge of Daria's jaw with startling precision, each kiss landing like a lit match on dry tinder. Somewhere between the damp clothes pooling around their ankles and the way Brittany's thigh slid between hers, Daria realized with dawning horror that she was arching into the contact—her body betraying years of cultivated cynicism.
"I you..ah..Kevin?!" Daria blurted out her mind racing eyes wide her face completely broke up, "We broke up and what Kevvy doesn't know wont hurt him~"
Brittany giggled before pressing her lips to Daria´s silencing any protest with a kiss that tasted of pink bubblegum and rainwater—the kind of kiss that made trigonometry textbooks spontaneously combust in lockers three hallways away. Daria's hands hovered uncertainly before surrounding the blonde girl landing on her backside, fingers sinking into the soft flesh beneath lace with a desperation that surprised them both. Somewhere between the squeak of wet socks on hardwood and the rustle of discarded clothing, Brittany guided them towards the bed with the kind of confidence usually reserved for pep rally choreography.
And next thing Daria knew she was laying on the bed Brittany over in the most intense make out of her life and oh god was that Brittany fingers?! She thought giving off a moan
The blonde giggled against her lips, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of Daria's plain cotton panties with a confidence that shattered any lingering doubts about her experience. Daria arched off the mattress with a gasp, her fingernails digging crescent moons into Brittany's damp shoulders—some detached part of her brain noting how the cheerleader's skin tasted faintly of chlorine and strawberry lip gloss.
"Umm different to kevin...but I think this works the same" Brittany murmured against Daria's collarbone, her fingers tracing unfamiliar patterns that made Daria's hips jerk involuntarily. The cheerleader's knee pressed between Daria's thighs with startling precision—somehow hitting exactly the right angle despite the brunette's death grip on the sheets. A breathy whimper escaped Daria's lips as Brittany's teeth grazed her earlobe, the blonde's free hand sliding up to palm Daria's breast through the worn cotton of her bra.
'Brittany ah ah I...you.." Daria voice out conflicting with so many confusing emotions, "It's okay Daria...you helped me...now i'm going to help you feel good.." Brittany said her tone softening while gently kissing her neck, "there's no reason to feel scared...this can be our secret...and you'll enjoy it I promise.."
Daria groaned gripping the sheets tighter feeling Brittany fingers teasing her folds while the other cupped her breast squeezing it gently.
"I-I never...Brittany!" She gasped feeling the blonde sliding her finger inside her hot folds causing her toes to curl.
"Oh wow...you're so warm inside Daria..." Brittany murmured with fascination exploring her body with eager curiosity.
"A-ah! Brit...Brittany!" Daria's hips bucked involuntarily as the cheerleader's fingers curled experimentally inside her, her usual deadpan replaced by breathless stuttering. The sensation was overwhelming—like being electrocuted by a live wire wrapped in velvet—and suddenly she understood why people wrote terrible poetry about this. Brittany's thumb circled her clit with surprising finesse, her other hand still kneading Daria's breast through the thin fabric. The contrast between the blonde's usual airheadedness and this sudden, terrifying competence short-circuited Daria's brain completely.
Ah oooh god ah ah ooh Brittany I.." A rational part of Daria told her she should try to stop this...but right now it wasn't the rational part in control...right now, "ohh fuck it!" It was her teenage hormones and before Brittany could say another word Daria grabbed the back of her head with one hand pulling her into a kiss while the other hand..
SMACK
"MFFF!!"
Spanked at Brittany sexy ass.
The sharp crack echoed through the bedroom—Brittany's squeal muffled against Daria's lips, her fingers stuttering mid-thrust in surprise. The brunette could feel the blonde's shocked inhale through their joined mouths, the way Brittany's hips jerked forward instinctively into the stinging contact. Daria broke the kiss, panting, her palm still pressed against the warm curve of Brittany's ass—the lace of her panties dampening further under Daria's fingertips.
"Oh wow," Brittany breathed, pupils blown wide—her lips parted and glistening where Daria's teeth had caught them moments earlier. She flexed experimentally against Daria's palm, a slow, rolling motion that made the brunette's stomach swoop dangerously.
"You're...kinda bossy like this." The observation came with a giggle that dissolved into a whimper as Daria's fingers dug into the soft flesh, pulling her impossibly closer.
"Well I'm a girl who likes to take control.." Daria said with a smirk as she looked into Brittany eyes...before giving off a concerned expression, "But um...you sure you want to do this?" she question with a lick of her lips as Brittany blinked, "because um me having no sexual experience to the side.."
At that Brittany arched a brow looking a bit surprised, "this is um sort of coming out of nowhere and I know you're emotional at the best of times and don't want to feel like i'm taking advantage of your or.."
For once she gave off a nervous stutter that was silence by Brittany giving her a gentle short yet sweet kiss, "Daria...it's okay~ I know i'm not a brain like you but i know what i'm doing."
With that she sat up undoing her bra and letting her breasts bounce free, pink nipples already pebbled from the cool air—or maybe from Daria's gaze tracking their movement with startling hunger.
"See?" Brittany grinned, cupping herself with a shamelessness that made Daria's mouth go dry. "You're not taking advantage if I'm the one showing off." The logic was absurd, but the way she arched into her own touch short-circuited any rebuttal.
"Now why don't you suck on my titties, that will help you feel better ~"
Daria's breath caught—the ridiculous phrasing so quintessentially Brittany that it shattered the last remnants of tension. Before she could formulate a sarcastic retort, the blonde was lowering herself with surprising grace, the pink crest of one nipple brushing Daria's parted lips like an accidental dare. The taste was unexpected—salt and strawberry lip balm and something indefinably Brittany—as Daria's tongue flicked out on instinct, drawing a startled gasp from above her.
"Umm Daria ah ohhh this ah feels nicer than when ah Kevin did it~"
The confession spilled from Brittany's lips between breathy gasps, her fingers tangling in Daria's hair—not guiding, just clutching like she might float away otherwise. Daria's teeth grazed the underside of her breast in response, the sharpness deliberate, and Brittany arched with a whimper that sounded suspiciously like her cheerleading megaphone echo.
And at Kevin name a flare of possessive desire and jealousy fuel her...she didn't want Brittany to think about Kevin she only wanted the other girl to think of her..
So with a sudden surge of confidence she flipped them over pinning Brittany down with surprising strength for someone who avoided gym class like the plague—her knees bracketing the blonde's hips as she leaned down to capture Brittany's mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and something dangerously close to desperation. Brittany moaned into it, her hands sliding up Daria's bare back to tangle in her damp hair—her nails scraping deliciously against Daria's scalp in a way that made her shudder.
Brittany didn't know Daria could be so bold..... she kinda like it~
Now it was turn of the brunette to straight and undo her own bra, letting it fall to the side as she pressed against Brittany—the contrast of her smaller breasts against the blonde's fuller curves sending an unexpected thrill through her. Brittany's gasp was muffled against her collarbone as Daria's hips rolled down experimentally, the damp lace of Brittany's panties rubbing against her bare skin in a way that made her toes curl. Somewhere beneath the haze of arousal, Daria noted with detached fascination how Brittany's thigh muscles trembled under her touch—like the cheerleader's usual boundless energy had been funneled into this single, breathless moment.
"God ah how have I never noticed how beautiful you really are." Daria murmur running her hand up Brittany body before cupping the girls cheek, "and how can Kevin not appreciate you.."
The words slipped out before Daria could stop them—raw and startlingly earnest against Brittany's flushed skin. The blonde blinked up at her, pupils wide enough to drown in, before breaking into a grin that was equal parts sunshine and something darker. "Kevin's dumb," she breathed, arching up to nip at Daria's jaw. "But you're smart." Her hips rolled up deliberately, the damp lace of her panties dragging against Daria's bare stomach in a way that made them both shudder. "So show me what smart girls do."
"You sure you can handle it?" Daria question with a smirk as her mouth went down to Brittany nipple twirling her tongue teasingly around it causing the other girl to moan, "ah ah girl ah I can handle anything~" Brittany chirp out with a giggle, "how else would I of made cheer captain?"
she asked causing Daria to snort, "How indeed~" she murmured before lowing her head down along with her hands and grabbing the rip of Brittany panties began to slide them down her legs..
Brittany giggled lifting her hips helpfully as Daria tugged the damp lace down her thighs—the fabric catching momentarily on her knees before the brunette impatiently yanked them free with a quiet rip. The sound sent an unexpected thrill through Daria, her fingers twitching against the soft skin of Brittany's inner thighs as she took in the blonde's nakedness with a sudden, terrifying clarity. Every freckle, every stretch mark she'd never noticed beneath pom-poms and pleated skirts now seemed impossibly intimate—a topography Daria hadn't realized she'd been memorizing until this moment.
She always wondered why so many guys drool after Brittany but she finally got it, heh honestly she could think of so many guys who'd love to be in her position right...or in cases like Upchuck and two certain idiots she didn't want to think about wish they were here so they could watch..
(Highland Texax)
"Heheh hey Butthead...whatever happen to Diarrhea?" Question a blonde haired boy sitting on a ratty sofa in a rundown house to the brown haired boy beside him both of them possessing rather large heads..
"Heehe ummm...who?" Butthead question with a blink, "Hehe you know...that glasses chick.." Beavis said as Butthead frown, "Oh her..heheh Diarrhea~" They both let out a annoying dumb laugh, "Like...I think she moved...why?"
Butthead turned his head, "you got a crush dumbass?" He asked mockingly, "What no!?" Beavis snapped looking irritated, "i just...I just got this weird feeling that like's...about to score with a really hot chick you know...it's weird.."
At that Butthead snorted ,"don't be a dumbass Beavis there's no way Diarrhea would ever score before us.."
(Back in Lawndale)
"OOOOH DARIA!!!"
Daria was in fact scoring before the two as she had her face pressed against Brittany pussy licking and eating her out with gusto while the other girl gasp and moan running her hands down in Daria hair ,"ahhh oooh you ahhh ohhhh Kevvy was ahhh never this ahhh good with his tongue!"
Daria fingers gripped Brittany thighs tighter as she felt the blonde's legs twitching around her ears—the scent of chlorine and bubblegum replaced by something muskier, something that made her dizzy. Brittany's cries hitched higher as Daria's tongue pressed harder against her clit, the rhythm shifting from teasing circles to firm, deliberate strokes that had the cheerleader's hips bucking off the mattress.
Maybe her and Kevin breaking up wasn't such a bad thing after all...Brittany couldn't help but think grabbing her breasts with one hand squeezing them while the other ran through Daria hair...not if she could feel more like this~
Daria's nose bumped against Brittany's clit as the blonde's thighs clamped around her head—the sudden pressure sending stars exploding behind Daria's eyelids. The brunette groaned into the contact, the vibration drawing a shriek from Brittany that probably cracked windows three blocks away. Somewhere between the squeak of mattress springs and the taste of Brittany coating her tongue, Daria realized with dawning horror that she was...enjoying this. Not just tolerating it, not just surviving it—but actively reveling in the way Brittany's fingers yanked her hair in time with each flick of her tongue.
"Ahhh Daria..umm this is ahhh~" Brittany enjoyment just made it somehow more enjoyable and made her feel warm, "but ummm ah ah what about you ahhh you should feel good too.." Brittany moaned out
Daria pulled back just enough to glance up—Brittany's chest heaving, her lips bitten red, her thighs trembling with the effort of not crushing Daria's skull between them.
"Umm I...well..." ok this probably will be the most embarrassed thing Daria would have to confess "you know...I...I dont really have experience so...umm..this is the first time I..."
She trailed off feeling her cheeks burn as Brittany blinked before understanding dawned on her face "Ohhh...OHHHH~" She let off a giggle before sitting up and pushing Daria onto her back "well then you should let me teach you~" she said with a playful wink, her fingers already tracing up Daria's inner thighs—each touch featherlight yet searing against skin that had never known this kind of attention.
Slowly the blonde moved her hands to the waistband of Daria´s panties—her fingers hooking into the damp cotton with teasing hesitation, as if giving the brunette one last chance to protest. The elastic snapped softly against Daria's hips before sliding down, the cool air hitting newly exposed skin making her gasp sharply. Brittany's breath hitched at the sight—her thumbs tracing the sharp angles of Daria's hipbones with unexpected reverence. "Wow," she breathed, the word curling warm against Daria's inner thigh. "You're like...all angles and edges. It's kinda punk rock."
"gulp..do you even know what that means?" Daria asked feeling a bit self conscious, Britanny shaved while her own dark curls were untamed—though Brittany didn't seem repulsed, just fascinated as she traced fingertips along Daria's trembling stomach.
"I know that you need this just as much as me if not more.." Brittany chirped back glancing up at Daria with a expression of concern, "heard the rumors about Jane finding a boyfriend which is great for her...but a relationship probably means she's been busy and i'm sure you've been lonely.."
Daria's breath hitched—Brittany's unexpected insight landing with terrifying accuracy. The cheerleader's fingers traced slow circles just above Daria's pubic bone, her nail catching occasionally on a dark curl with a soft snick that seemed deafening in the quiet room.
"You've been touching yourself at night, right?" Brittany murmured against Daria's inner thigh, her breath warm where it ghosted over damp skin. The question shouldn't have shocked Daria—this whole afternoon had been one seismic shift after another—but hearing it voiced in Brittany's signature singsong made her stomach flip violently.
"Not..really..might have think of it once or twice but well.." Daria swallowed hard as Brittany's fingers crept higher—her blunt nails dragging just enough to raise goosebumps without breaking skin. The admission tasted foreign, like admitting she'd secretly enjoyed a boy band song. Brittany's exhale warmed her inner thigh as the cheerleader chuckled—a soft, knowing sound that made Daria's toes curl into the sheets.
"Well lucky for you~" Brittany's breath hitched as her fingers finally brushed damp curls, "I'm very good at this~"
"You just lay back, relax, and let Brittany take care of you~" She added with a giggle leaning down blowing on Daria pussy and pubic hair, "i'm going to make you feel real good promise~"
Daria's back arched off the mattress involuntarily when Brittany's tongue finally made contact—a broad, wet stroke that short-circuited her nervous system completely. The blonde hummed against her, the vibration traveling straight to Daria's spine like a live wire, her hands gripping Brittany's shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indentations in the tanned skin.
The blonde girl might have not, technically, do this with Kevin..but, in a rare show of intelligence, she came to the conclusion that doing to Daria the same she liked (or would want) Kevin do to her would be a surefire way to make the brunette happy...and that's exactly what she did, starting slow and gentle, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue in slow, maddening circles—just like Brittany wished Kevin would do for her.
Daria low moans only encouraged her to keep it up, while the brain herself was wondering why she never bothered exploring her body to relax until now because it felt really good.
"Ahh umm starting to see why people are ah so obsessed with sex.."
Daria's fingers tightened in Brittany's hair—not pulling, just anchoring herself as the cheerleader's tongue dipped lower, tracing the swollen edges of Daria's entrance with a curiosity that bordered on scientific. The sensation was dizzying—like being dissected alive by someone who'd only ever skimmed the textbook diagrams. Brittany's muffled giggle vibrated against Daria's clit when the brunette's hips jerked involuntarily, her thighs twitching like she was being electrocuted with jumper cables wrapped in silk.
"Ah ah how do I taste?" She couldn't help but ask out of curiosity with Brittany giving a giggle, "you're really tasty~ Honestly I wouldn't mind having you dessert more often."
The blonde's nose pressed against Daria's clit as she inhaled sharply—her hands sliding under Brittany's arms to clutch at her shoulder blades, fingertips mapping the unfamiliar terrain of taut muscles usually hidden beneath cheerleading uniforms. Brittany's tongue flicked faster now, the rhythm losing its initial hesitation as she discovered exactly how Daria liked it—her moans guiding the cheerleader like some erotic treasure map. Every gasp, every twitch translated instantly into adjustments—Brittany proving scarily adept at this particular form of nonverbal communication.
And as Daria gasped and groan finding herself at the cheerleader mercy...she felt something peaking...she felt like she was going to explode at any moment.
"D-Daria.." Brittany murmur lifting her head slightly, her lips shining and chin damp as she looked up at Daria with surprising focus—as if she'd finally found a subject worth paying attention to. "You're gonna cum soon," she stated with the same certainty as announcing halftime scores, her fingers spreading Daria wider with terrifying efficiency. "I can tell." she smiled "lets come together"
Before the brunette could say anything Brittany already was moving. Holding up one of Daria´s legs as she position herself so they were pressed together─her wet folds rubbing against Daria´s own in a slick slide that made them both gasp. Brittany´s fingers dug into Daria´s thigh as she rocked forward─the motion sending sparks skittering up Daria´s spine like someone had lit a fuse along her nerves. The cheerleader´s breath hitched when Daria´s hips jerked up instinctively─their clits brushing together in a way that made Daria´s toes curl into the sheets.
"Umm Daria~" Brittany said with a soft groaning moan of pleasure while smiling down at the girl who really looked too cute in that moment~ Daria always seemed like the shy type so it felt good to see her smiling and enjoying herself..
"Ah ah ah Brittany! Ah ah fuck you are ahhhoooh~" Daria herself by some instinct could only moan and enjoy the moment while rubbing her clit against Brittany...both of them unaware that they had a audience peeping through the door..
"No...fucking...way.." Muttered Quinn her tone stunned...as she watch her sister Daria of all people having sex! Not only sex but sex with another girl...which okay in retrospect wasn't that shocking...but the shocker was it wasn't her obvious lesbian friend who was using that one guy as a beard....it was Brittany Taylor!
She had come home as the rally was interrupted by the rain, and entering she head moans coming upstairs...her first thought was her parents' but no..she heard Brittany´s distinctive giggles and moans...and then Daria´s voice..a Daria moaning?! Wait what? So she climbed upstairs and peaked through her sister´s bedroom door to see them having sex, Brittany straddling her sister, both naked, their bodies rubbing together, the wet smacks of skin, the way Brittany grinned down at her sister...the way Daria arched her back...her sister´s normally deadpan face twisted in pleasure...her fingers digging into Brittany´s hips...the way Brittany leaned down to whisper something that made Daria blush...their breasts pressing together...Brittany´s nipples brushing against Daria´s.
Quinn´s own breath hitching as she watched, her sister´s legs wrapping around Brittany, their hips rolling together. Brittany´s moans growing louder...Daria´s gasps sharper...the bed creaking...the rain still tapping against the window...Quinn´s hand unconsciously moving to her own thigh....her mouth dry...her pulse loud in her ears...her sister...her sister was....
"oh god she's actually hot.." Quinn moaned out with a groan...before freezing as she realize her hand was sticking down her pants...was she...
"she's my sister...I should not find her or any part of this hot!"
Quinn's inner monologue screeched to a halt as Brittany's hips jerked forward—her sister's thighs tightening around the cheerleader's waist with a desperation Quinn had never seen from her. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely in the hallway, punctuated by Daria's breathy whimpers—each sound unraveling Quinn's carefully cultivated social moral compass. Her fingers twitched against her own dampening underwear, caught between horrified fascination and something far more dangerous.
And before her eyes she saw Daria suddenly pull Brittany down switching their position while grabbing the cheerleaders legs, "Ah ah fuck! this ah ah is incredible but ah ah think Its time I took charge~" Came her sister moan of amusement and challenge that sent a strange chill down Quinn spine as she gulp.
Brittany giggled breathlessly as Daria pinned her wrists to the mattress—the sudden reversal sending a jolt through Quinn's system. The brunette's wet curls clung to her flushed cheeks as she hovered over Brittany, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm that made the doorframe dig into Quinn's palms. Something about the way her sister's usually monotone voice cracked around each thrust—how her hips moved with uncharacteristic certainty—sent heat pooling low in Quinn's stomach despite herself.
"Urg fuck it...this is messed up...but so hot.." Quinn muttered as she reached under her shit squeezing her breast while the other hand rub her snatch more interested in jilling and getting relief right now...she could figure out all these weird feelings later..
Daria's fingers dug into Brittany's thighs as she rocked forward—the cheerleader's gasp dissolving into a breathy whine against her collarbone. The friction was dizzying, every slide of damp skin sparking static across Daria's nerves like a live wire dragged over wet pavement.
The brunette girl wasnt a vocal girl. But she didnt have to say much to show what she thought of the soft yet strong/firm legs of the cheerleader, because her fingers squeezed hard on them while her hips rolled with Brittany's. The blonde girl moaned louder than ever before, her toes curling and her legs wrapping tight around Daria's waist—as if trying to pull her even closer, deeper into the rhythm that was making both of them tremble.
"Urg so you like this Brittany...you like the feel of my set pussy against your hot cunt?" she found herself asking aloud in a husky whisper ,"Ahhh yes! I like it! I like it ahhh a lot!" Brittany agreed nodding her head rapidly.
The bedframe squeaked as Daria arched over Brittany, her glasses long forgotten somewhere on the floor, her usually sharp gaze now unfocused and dark with pleasure. Brittany's thighs trembled against her hips, her normally chipper voice breaking into desperate little whimpers that made Daria's stomach clench tight.
Some detached part of her brain noted how bizarre it was; the way Brittany's perfectly manicured nails left crescent-shaped marks on her shoulders while her own blunt fingers dug bruises into Brittany's waist—like they were trying to rewrite each other's skin.
"Than moan for me...moan for your mistress...moan like the sexy gorgeous cheerleader you are~" Daria encouraged with her own groan of pleasure
Quinn's fingers stuttered against her clit, her sister's newly dominant tone sending an unexpected jolt through her system. The way Daria's hips snapped forward with sudden authority, how Brittany's moans hitched higher in response; it rewired Quinn's understanding of their dynamic entirely. Her own touch grew frantic, muffling a whimper against her wrist as she watched Daria's thumb press hard against Brittany's clit, the cheerleader's back arching off the mattress with a shriek that probably shattered glassware downstairs.
"Ahhh oooh Daria! oooh i'm such a bad girl! oooh~"
Brittany's cry ricocheted off the bedroom walls as her thighs clamped around Daria's hips—her entire body bowing upward in a perfect arc that showcased the sweat-slicked hollow of her throat. The brunette's normally stoic expression shattered completely as she watched Brittany unravel beneath her, the cheerleader's usual bubbly demeanor replaced by something raw and electric that made Daria's pulse stutter. Somewhere between the squeak of damp skin on sheets and the way Brittany's fingers twisted in her own hair, Daria realized with dawning horror that she wanted to memorize this—wanted to catalog every twitch and gasp like they were lines from some forbidden poem.
BOOM
The sound of thunder and lightning flashing with the rain pelting outside...it just seemed to add to the atmosphere, "Ah ah ah Daria ah you're not stopping are you? Because ah ah I really want to keep going.." Brittany said with a dazed but eager grin..
Daria´s response was a growl as she surged forward, pinning Brittany´s wrists harder against the mattress—their bodies colliding with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall in perfect sync with another thunderclap. Brittany gasped sharply, her hips bucking upwards as Daria´s teeth scraped along her collarbone—a sudden jolt of pain-pleasure that made her toes curl against the sheets.
"Oooh Daria hehehe oooh that ahh tickles so good~" Were among her excited giggles and moans
Daria didn't respond—couldn't—her entire vocabulary reduced to the slick slide of skin and the way Brittany's pulse fluttered beneath her lips like a trapped hummingbird. The storm outside mirrored the one building between them, rain hammering the windowpane in time with Brittany's increasingly erratic breaths.
They lost track of time with the room echoing out with their moans and groans as they explored each others bodies in whole new ways..
Scene of Brittany eating out Daria ass while sitting up and lifting her l egs up while aria ate out the cheerleaders pussy.
Scene of the girls laying beside each other arms wrapped around the other kissing hungrily and each time they broke the air they took turns sucking on each others breasts for several minutes before going right back to making out..
Scene of Daria experimentally tracing circles around Brittany's belly button with her tongue (something she'd read about in Quinn's discarded Cosmo but never imagined actually trying) only to have Brittany dissolve into breathless giggles that shook both their bodies. The sound was unexpectedly endearing, almost musical in its sincerity, and Daria found herself grinning against damp skin before she could stop herself. Brittany's fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on; as if Daria were the only solid thing in a world that had suddenly tilted off-axis.
Eventually Daria found herself staring up at the ceiling one arm over Brittany as she laid on her chest the blanket over them, "Umm Daria...that was SOOO much better than Kevin~" She said with a giggle, "next time we should use some toys."
"Ne-next time.." Daria whispered out her tone a mixture of stunned and longing...and her voyeur sister who was dealing with the fact she'd masturbated to her sister having lesbian sex with a popular cheerleader was equally stunned that Brittany wanted this to be more than a one time thing..
Brittany curled closer, her knee sliding between Daria's thighs with terrifying familiarity—as if they'd done this a thousand times instead of once. Her pink-tipped fingers traced lazy patterns across Daria's collarbones, mapping the topography of freckles usually hidden beneath polo shirts.
"Mmmhmm~" she hummed, the vibration traveling straight to Daria's spine. "Next time I'll bring my strawberry-flavored lube—the one Kevin hates 'cause it's 'too girly'." The words dripped with playful venom, her teeth flashing in a grin that made Daria's stomach swoop.
Morgendorffer...
Daria...
What have you gotten yourself into? Was the shared tandem thought of Daria and Quinn both of them getting the feeling that something tonight had changed...and nothing would ever be the same.
(End Flashback)
"Wow...just um...wow.." Jane muttered actually blushing a bit while Daria pressed her face against her legs, "First off umm...guess the saying about the quiet ones ring true.."
Daria raised her head to give Jane a annoyed deadpan glare, "Secondly....are you...and Brittany..um you know.." She scratched at her neck as Daria sighed out, "if you're asking if we're dating, pretty sure Brittany thinks we are while i'm still trying to figure out how this happen, and what the hell i'm suppose to do now."
Jane snicked
"Well at least can say you have quite the..touch with girls if the glowing Brittany i crossed this morning was anything to go by~" Jane grinned, tossing a crumpled chip bag at Daria's head. The brunette caught it mid-air with reflexes honed from years of dodging Quinn's hairspray assaults, her fingers denting the foil with unnecessary force.
"Thanks, always wanted to be recognized for my talents in the bedroom over academia.." Daria said dryly to Jane amused smirk before sighing, "but seriously Jane as my friend...really need some advice here."
she said with a groan as she rubbed her eyes under her glasses, "I mean last night came out of nowhere...and I can accept that i'm apparently bi.." At that Jane gave a snort, "considering half the school thinks we're dating think most people would be shocked if you weren't."
she said matter of factly, "Wait what?" Daria paused giving her a frown, "you really ought to pay attention to the rumor mill more often amiga...while majority of it is stupid there's still some spicy amusing stuff mixed in."
Jane responded apparently unbothered with her reputation as a closet lesbian, "Okay we'll be addressing that later.." Daria said flatly with a frown, "right now I need to figure out what to do about Brittany."
"if you don't want to date her just tell her, and than she'll go crying to Kevin for comfort.." Jane said with a shrug, "Except...I don't want to make her cry...and honestly while Kevin's nice if dumb...can't help but think Brittany could do better.."
Daria admitted with a frown with Jane arching a brow before giving a whistle,"Wow...you're hooked.."
"Excuse me?" Daria frowned, "you heard me one night with the blonde bazonga and you're under the cheerleaders siren sultry song~"
Jane teased with a grin, leaning back against the couch as Daria's fingers twitched around the crumpled chip bag.
"First of all, yes she is still an airhead in my book but I dont allow anyone call her that or other stuff like that." Daria muttered, tossing the crushed bag back with more force than necessary—the foil catching sunlight in jagged silver flashes before landing in Jane's lap.
"oh allow~ someone's protective.." Jane chuckled before getting serious at Daria look,"but jokes aside...and I can't believe i'm saying this.." she sighed out taking a seat next to her friend, "I say go for it.."
At Daria stunned look,"I mean we know Brittany she's not the type to lead someone on...and you're obviously attracted now...so better to give it a chance to see where it leads than wonder about the what if." she gave a shrug, "I mean lets be honest the saying opposite's attract exists for a reason...and you could do a lot worse than Brittany...like Upchuck."
Just the thought caused the girls to share a shiver of disgust
Jane's fingers drummed against her thigh, her usual sardonic smirk softening into something almost earnest. "Look, if nothing else, you've already defied the laws of social physics—brainy goth girl defrosting the perkiest cheerleader on campus? That's practically a RomCom waiting to happen." The corner of her mouth twitched. "And let's be real, you could use more joy in your life that doesn't come in sarcastic quotation marks."
"I suppose...it wouldn't hurt to hang around someone with a more sunny disposition.." Daria said with a sigh ,"And honestly I find her cluelessness more cute now than annoying." she admitted with a soft smile,"See you got it bad.."
Jane said with a encouraging smirk, "now you just got to show her why you're the better choice over Kevin Thompson.." she arched a brow, "unless you think that's too hard~" At that Daria gave off a snort, "i'll have her eating out of my hands within a week.."
"Just the hands~" Jane asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows causing Daria to blush before muttering pervert, "Right, new potential relationship aside...there's another problem I need help with.."
Daria said with a sigh causing Jane to blink, "I think Quinn knows...and saw us.." Daria admitted with a blush, "Ouch...blackmailing you?" Jane question with a wince and frowning, "Actually I wish that was the case.."
Daria said giving a frown, "She....the way she's been acting around me...i'm kinda worried about her."
"Pff seeing her sister doing the devil´s tango must be just behind seeing the parents doing it in the list of traumatic experiences." Jane offered with a shrug, popping another chip into her mouth. "probably is trying to get the memory out her head drowning it in useless fashion gossip and fruit smoothies with her friends"
Though at Daria actual genuine if rare concerned look for her sister she sighed, "Relax...you two probably just need to talk things out...i'm sure once she gets over her shock things will go right back to normal.."
(With Quinn at Stacy Rowe's house)
"Um you ahh sure about this Quinn?" Stacy said holding up a brown haired wig and pair of glasses...while standing naked, "yes!" Quinn snapped in annoyance tied naked to Stacey's bed, "Now put on the wig and glasses and punish me!"
"O-ok..." Stacy stammered, fingers trembling as she adjusted the wire-framed glasses—the unfamiliar weight making them slip down her nose. She swallowed hard, acutely aware of how Quinn's pupils dilated when the brown curls brushed against Stacy's bare shoulders.
Quinn herself likely knew she needed therapy or to talk to someone about her sudden incestous desires for her own sister...but that along with the future awkwardness when her brainy sister eventually figured things out was a future Quinn problem...present Quinn just wanted to feel good!
And as she gave a excited whimper as Stacey form approach...one blonde was over the moon.
(At the Taylor residence)
Steve Taylor was frowning as he ate his sandwich before looking at the clock on the wall, "she's fine dear she called and is on her way.." Came the sound of his second wife Ashley-Amber with him sighing, "Yes called this morning...leaving us wondering where she was yesterday during that weather.."
He said tapping his hand against the table, "honestly worrying like that she better have one hell of a explanation.." he scowled, "her and that Thompson boy because i'm not blind but there's a limit to what i'm willing to tolerate and look the other way for when it comes to teenage fun."
Ashley sighed stirring her tea, "Steve calm down she's a good girl and you know it.." she said trying to placate him, "Besides she's always been open with us about her relationship with Kevin, and while i'm not thrilled she's so intimate at her age i'd rather she be safe than sneaky."
"I suppose so.." Steve sighed out lifting up his drink, "Besides...what's the worst that could of happen in one day?" He asked with a smirk taking a drink just as his daughter suddenly barged into the kitchen letting them know she was home and eagerly sharing the news..
"Kevin and I broke up and I have new girlfriend now!" Causing Ashley's eyes to widen while her father..
SPIIIIIIII
Did a spit take before hacking and coughing..
"Excuse me?!" Steve wheezed, wiping coffee from his chin with shaky fingers—the mug slipping from his grip to shatter against the tile in perfect sync with his worldview. Brittany blinked at the porcelain shards, then at her father's rapidly purpling face, before tilting her head with the same serene confusion she'd once shown during a pop quiz on photosynthesis.
"I have a girlfriend.." Brittany repeated with a smile, "she's so smart and cute and oooh yesterday was so romantic I was all alone in the rain when she came riding in like a knight from a fairy tale to sweep me off my feet~"
she said doing a little twirl while her parents exchange flabbergasted looks..
Ashley's teacup hovered midair, the spoon inside chiming faintly against porcelain as her brain rebooted. "Sweetheart," she managed finally, voice strained like a violin string tuned too tight, "when you say 'girlfriend'—"
"Brittany Taylor-Morgendorffer!" Brittany announced with the same gleeful conviction she'd once used to declare spaghetti tacos the future of cuisine. "I think it sounds cute dont you think?"
"Sweetie.." Her dad tried to speak up his tone cracking with the expression that he was witnessing a train wreck that he couldn't look away from or stop at any level however Brittany wasn't listening to lost in enthusiasm for her new relationship
"Ooh speaking of cute I can totally do things with a girlfriend I couldn't with Kevin like wearing matching outfits!" she realized with a eager squeak, "i've got some old clothes that would so hot on her!"
She added with a excited clap of her hands, "I should go through them, that way we can look our best at school when we reveal our new relationship~"
Her parents shared another look at that, with Steve still gaping like a fish out of water while Ashley slowly put down her teacup, "Honey...are you sure this is a good idea? People might talk.." she tried to reason while her daughter blinked at her confused.
"Of course people will talk! They always do!" Brittany giggled as if that was the most obvious thing in the world, "but this time they'll be talking about how cute Daria and I look together!"
"Plus Daria made me feel so good last night~ A lot more good than Kevvy ever did..and we didn't even use toys.." she chirped while twirling her hand between her fingers with her father letting out a gasp while paling as Amber just looked at her wide eyed, "That reminds me I need to look up some magazines and order some new toys...i've always wondered what it was like to use those strap on things.."
Brittany muttered distractedly to herself as she walked out of the kitchen leaving her gaping parents...with Steven collapsing in a dead faint moments later..
With the cheerleader blissfully unaware of the near heart attack she might have given her father...and the ripple of shock to hit Lawndale at the emergence of this new relationship.