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“We should have totally stayed home tonight.” Nikki mumbles against the rim of her glass before taking a gulp of her drink while looking out to the dance floor. All of the liquor had settled at the bottom, making her cringe as a molten bubble of cheap vodka slithers down into her gullet.
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Sarah looks out with her as she stays pressed to her side, instinctively covering the top of Nikki’s cup with her hand. The two of them had been dragged out on a Friday night to a bar that was notoriously shitty in every aspect. Shitty drinks, shitty music, shitty men. Most of them had been practically pushing fifty and using their midlife crisis as an excuse to try and pick up girls who’d may as well been their daughters' age.
But nooooooo. Ian insisted it wasn’t as terrible as everyone made it out to be! And maybe it wasn’t terrible for him seeing as how he used this opportunity of being the youngest guy in the room to “try and score some puss” (his words. verbatim.)
So yeah. Okay. Good for him or whatever.
Bear had been unwillingly saddled at Ian’s hip as a prop. Ohio's worst wingman, even. He awkwardly stood there while Ian flirted with a pair of pretty girls who needed saving from someone’s uncle who was most definitely on some sort of predator list, uncharacteristically downing shot after shot in an effort to prove he wasn’t “a complete fucking loser who needed to abide by the bro code” (again… verbatim.)
Which turns this entire hopelessly shitty night back onto Nikki and Sarah.
“We can still call for an Uber and sneak out.” Nikki glances up to her friend with a pleading stare. Her free hand lifts to press onto Sarah’s chest, drawing little circles with her finger into the fabric of her shirt. “Go and have some fun…?”
“We… Could.” And she wants to. God does she want to. “But do you really want to hear Ian bitch and moan tomorrow about how much we suck and that we hate him? You know how fucking annoying he is.”
Nikki deflates with a pout, knocking her head against Sarah’s arm with a heavy sigh as she drops her hand back down to her side. There are a few moments where the two of them say absolutely nothing to each other.
… But then Sarah feels. Something. Someone pinching her ass beneath her skirt to cop a feel. She’s about to whirl around and throw a punch to the man lounging beside her with knuckles coated in heavy silver rings before Nikki grabs a hold of her wrist to tug her back in.
“Nooooo no no, stop— Sorry, that was-”
“Nik! Jesus fuck— I almost caught a fucking battery charge!”
“I know! I know, I’m sorry. I … I just really wanted to… You know…?”
Sarah's not actually upset. Just surprised even when she really shouldn’t be. She knows how handsy Nikki can get after she’s had a few drinks, and especially after they’d both gotten each other… A little riled up before heading out.
( Sarah teased Nikki to hell and back as she taunted her by wearing only her lingerie in the middle of her bedroom, forcing Nikki to sit on the bed and only look but don’t touch as she got ready. They ended up getting distracted as they always do, making out only minutes before Ian was honking outside of Nikki’s house and having to pry themselves off of each other to leave. )
Sarah glances around to make sure nobody’s watching them as Nikki looks away like a guilty dog. She suddenly swipes Nikki’s drink out of her hand and downs the rest of it in record time, ignoring the way she looks appalled and takes her by the arm to drag her away from the counter.
“What the- Sarah? Where are w—”
“Don’t speak.”
Oh!
… Okay!
Nikki obeys without another word leaving that pretty mouth of hers. She stumbles right behind Sarah as she pulls the both of them into the bathroom tucked near the back end of the building. It’s not a glamorous one by a mile either of course. It’d been defaced with years worth of stickers and sharpie scribbles; graffiti of crude drawings and old phone numbers, lit up by a bulb so yellowed it’s a miracle that it hadn’t given out yet. It’d been furnished with the usual: toilet, sink, and a cracked mirror, clearly made for only one patron to stand in.
Or two if you’re as small as Nikki at Sarah’s side.
Sarah’s quick to lock the door behind them once they’re both inside, dropping her bag off her shoulder and to the ground with a light thud. Before Nikki can ask what’s going on Sarah is already cutting her off with a liquor-doused kiss to her mouth. Nikki groans into it with surprise, eyes fluttering shut as she gathers the front of Sarah’s shirt in her fists to keep her close. It’s only after a few moments that Nikki is the one to break away and leave both of them breathing hot and heavy from the intensity.
“What are you…?” Nikki trails off as her brows knit together with confusion. Sarah’s hands are settled on her waist in the meantime, staring down at Nikki silently… Before something shifts. Like a neuron in her head gets hit with infinite charge, wetting her lips with her tongue as Nikki’s confusion begins to brighten into realization.
“You said you wanted to go have some fun, right?” Sarah takes a step forward. Nikki takes one back. One, then the other. She’s steering Nikki until her back gently hits the sink, Sarah leaning in to make her voice husky and warm. “To maybe… Finish what we started? Hm?” Her hands are wandering lower now, leaving Nikki stun locked in place without daring to move.
God, Jesus, fucking— I don’t know. Princess Diana. Whoever’s out there and is answering all of my prayers, thank you.
Fucking thank you.
Sarah keeps eye contact with Nikki throughout the silence. It’s the feeling of hands stronger than Nikki’s own gently undoing her belt buckle, careful not to be so ravenous as the night remains young. It’s Sarah saying something— most likely some playful ribbing as she does so well— that Nikki can’t quite make out at the moment. A continuous pump of hormone-addled blood is rushing in her ears, the muffled sound of patrons laughing and chattering against the grate of rhythmic bass thumping beyond the restroom door.
It’s Sarah: beautiful, lovely, gorgeous Sarah, slowly sinking down to her knees while maintaining a gaze brimmed with pure lust, using the point of black painted nails to scrape down the tops of Nikki’s thighs as she makes her descent to keep true to a promise. She’s dragging her palms back up to grab onto the edges of Nikki’s jeans that hug her hips nicely, gently tugging at the fabric as a test to see if she can go further.
It’s always Sarah. Always, always, always.
Nikki presses her teeth into her bottom lip as she nods quickly as a silent plea for her to keep going. Her nervousness precedes her as she once again glances to the locked door, idly putting hands beneath her own shirt to lift slightly when exposing her toned belly and the cute little jewel pierced within her navel. There’s only a soft inhale as Sarah so carefully pulls Nikki’s pants down to show her off with jeans now pooled around her ankles.
Sarah can only smirk when a huff of amusement is expelled through her nose. She quirks a knowing brow up at her partner who is now staring at her owlishly, running her thumb along the fabric of cotton boyshorts. Maroon. So totally not her color. Nikki usually preferred dark blues and black, after all. “So that’s where these went.”
Nikki quickly shifts her gaze to focus elsewhere as her face gets hot with embarrassment. She swallows down some spit and says nothing, reading the same scribbled chicken scratch on the tiled wall beside her as if it’d been a mantra.
“You wore them just for me, baby?” Her fingers now creep along the waistband of her panties to curl into. “Or did you think you could get away with keeping them for a little while longer?”
Nikki remains silent. The tips of her ears are practically radiating a gentle glow of red as a droplet of sweat rolls down from her hairline to cling to the underside of her jaw.
And it remains just that. Quiet. Only for a few moments until Sarah decides to up the ante with her inquiries.
“… You really wanna be that close to me, Nikki?” Her voice dampens from teasing to pillowy. A mere coo that’s purposeful in all of its unsubtle intentions. She found it adorable at the expense of her beloved’s pride; how easy it was to get her to feel that rush of flurried panic that Sarah could create with just a few words and then quell with a soothing touch. “All you ever have to do is ask.”
Sarah doesn’t give her a warning this time. She’s peeling down the only layer of thin clothing that remains covering Nikki’s more sensitive bits. A dark patch of hair covering her mound, coupled with the wet spot having soaked through to stain the fabric. Sarah’s pupils visibly dilate with excitement when she catches the thin viscous line of clear slick stringing from her cunt to cling to her panties.
“Jeeeesus fucking Christ, Nik. Is this all it takes?” Sarah’s laughter is breathless as her hands wander to settle atop Nikki’s thighs and look up at her to catch her starstruck gaze. “You’re gonna give me an ego, y’know.” Nikki, in the meantime, feels like she wants to crawl out of her skin like a cicada and scream. The shame is palpable as Sarah teases her— riles her back up on purpose to get her going until she physically couldn’t take any more. Her lips part only to croak out a whine, pressing her mouth closed again when she realizes she doesn’t have anything to say. What can she say?
Nikki folds so fucking easily for Sarah, and she doesn’t want it any other way.
Sarah can only smirk before breaking eye contact with Nikki to continue. There’s a gentle coaxing for her girl to part her thighs a little more so Sarah has better access to her evening worship. Nikki can still hardly hear her over the music beyond the door, over the deafening wooshing noise in her head from the adrenaline spike. Sarah purrs something along the lines of looking so pretty for me… my pretty girl… as Nikki can feel the warmth of her mouth pressing kisses near her core. Each gentle motion leaves a dark smudge from her lipstick, placing stark reminders of an evening spent together to admire later on. It makes Nikki squirm as she curls her fingers tighter at the hem of her own shirt.
Nikki can feel her knees begin to buckle a bit with her simple touches. Sarah catches her wobbling and holds firm onto her legs to keep her upright, nudging a cheek against her partner’s inner thigh to glance up at her one more time with a coy smile. Nikki’s mouth drops open again with a stuttered breath. “Can you stop looking at me like that and just-” before Sarah turns her head to give a purposefully long, languid drag of her tongue between her labia and over her clit. The words die in Nikki’s throat with a soft sigh of relief when she finally gets what she’s been wanting. She can feel the ghost of Sarah’s mouth curl into a sly smile against her before continuing.
And God, does she know how to put in the fucking work.
Sarah takes to lapping at Nikki like her cunt is the last source of sustenance on earth. An acolyte to her goddess, the apostle to divine feminine. Sarah is willing to give up everything she has and drink Nikki’s sweet nectar that would do nothing but satisfy the empty space in her belly where hunger was held. Her tongue presses flat to cover every inch of slippery tissue she can physically muster as she continues drawing out her licks with each agonizing swipe. The small metal ball in her piercing runs smoothly over Nikki’s clit at a relentless degree, causing it to twitch each and every time as Sarah picks up the pace. Sarah can feel something hot and wanting in the pit of her own core as it coils tight, feeling herself get wet within her own panties the longer she continues to eat. Nikki’s hand nests itself in Sarah’s hair as her eyes stay glued to the crown of her head. She’s hardly biting back a whimper as Sarah’s throaty moans ring out above all else. She’s putting on a show on purpose. Only for her private audience— the one she always seeks to entertain the best above all. Nikki braces herself with her other arm on the sink behind her to try and keep herself from collapsing into a puddle of bones and liquid flesh.
It doesn’t take too much longer for Nikki to have her first orgasm wrung out of her. Not when Sarah sucks on her clit every so often to tease, making the white hot pleasure difficult to ignore until it’s too late to stave off. It’s a quick one as is routine; Nikki squeaking out a high-pitched gasp as she now clutches at Sarah, both hands tightly wound in her hair as she doubles over from the sheer force of endorphins ricocheting throughout her brain. Sarah’s eyes briefly scrunch shut even more when the sudden gush of warmth coats both tongue and throat, roughly pulling her girl in by the back of her thighs to keep her on her mouth and swallow every last drop.
“Mmh… So fucking good.” Sarah pants out after gulping down a breath, not even bothering to sever the line of drool and cum that connected between her mouth and Nikki. “You taste so fucking good, Nik.” Dark irises flit up to try and catch hers, but Nikki has her head tilted back and her eyes squeezed shut from the incessant throbbing of nerves that threaten to tip her over the edge again. Sarah can’t help but to linger on how Nikki looks as she sits on her knees. The light catches her perfectly from down here; the dimly lit room spotlighting the column of her throat, how her chest heaves when she tries and fails to keep her breathing steady. Sarah admires her… For a little too long it seems. Nikki tugs at her hair with another whimper, trying to pull her back in to cant her hips and grind into her mouth again.
“D-don’t— stop. Please, Sarah, don’t— fucking stop, please—”
Sarah swallows hard out of reflex when hearing her pleas. Her mouth opens again. Closes. She’s… Thinking. Because she isn’t going to stop, but she is going to do something different.
Nikki squirms under her grasp while whining as she’s about to plead for her again. Sarah takes the opportunity to catch her off guard— to suddenly pop up to her feet and put her hands on her hips to spin her around so she’s fumbling to grab the sink with both hands. She's gasping when Sarah presses all of her weight into her back to completely encompass Nikki's body with her own. Both of Sarah’s hands snake their way up her girl’s shirt and beneath her bra to squeeze at her tits, nuzzling cheek to cheek as Sarah mumbles sweetly into her ear.
“You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you? Getting off on the fact that anyone could get the door unlocked at any time so they can catch you getting fucked?” Sarah pinches one of her nipples for emphasis, rolling it between finger and thumb to get another squeaky noise out of Nikki.
“… What if it was Ian?” A brief pause to let the fantasy sink in and settle. She watches closely as Nikki’s eyes widen at the thought, licking her lips before continuing. “That’s part of the reason why you wanted this so bad tonight, yeah? You want him to watch as you cum on me over and over again?”
“You want him to know that he can’t get a taste of you anymore like I can? That I can fuck you better than he ever could?”
Nikki bites at her lip as she hangs her head low with no verbal response. Sarah grins to herself as she pulls a hand away from beneath her shirt, using it to cup Nikki’s jaw and forcing her to tilt up and look into the mirror. Both of them look the part of disheveled with messy hair and glistening mouths, hardly even finished with what they’ve decided to continue.
“Look at yourself. You’re a fucking mess, dude.”
Nikki makes a face at that, as if she has the audacity, and turns to look up at Sarah.
“You’re seriously calling me dude after eating me out?”
Sarah squints and smushes Nikki’s cheeks with her hand to annoy her on purpose.
“You have literally no right to be picky right now.”
“I have every right, thank you very much.”
“You’re such a brat.”
Nikki sticks her tongue out to lick Sarah’s hand in retaliation. Sarah squishes her face more in response, a quiet flurry of giggles shared between them during their brief moment of respite. The laughter becomes muffled when Nikki turns her head to catch Sarah’s mouth with her own instead. Just a brief peck to the lips before pulling back slightly, Sarah’s eyes darting back and forth before she’s chasing after her for the taste. It’s so, so easy to fall back into what they’d been doing before. A comfort only they could share in such crude circumstances.
“Can I… ?” Sarah mumbles against her mouth before moving away to once again nestle a chin to her shoulder comfortably. Her grasp loosens and falls away from Nikki’s face to be useful elsewhere; to trace fingers down the divot of her spine until they’re giving an experimental tease to the folds of her cunt that’s still dripping wet. Sarah can feel Nikki’s face burn back up the instant she’s touching her again, hearing her breathy keens come through as she coats both middle and ring finger in her release. Sarah turns to kiss Nikki’s cheek as she carefully slips those same fingers inside of her, feeling Nikki reflexively clench and flutter around her to savor the sensation of being full.
Nikki hisses out a profanity beneath her breath which gives Sarah the go-head to continue. She’s purposefully slow but methodical in her movements when pumping her fingers in and out of Nikki. She makes sure to drill in a little harder than usual given the circumstances, hoping to reach and curl against Nikki’s sweet spot as best she can with only her hand. Sarah buries her face into her lover’s neck to inhale the scent as her girl mewls beneath her with mind-numbing arousal; sweat sheen and salty against perfect skin, mingling with that warm vanilla body spray Sarah swears she wears only when Nikki wants to drive her fucking crazy. She takes to biting untouched skin, gunning to make red and purple love bites in places where everyone can see them. All the while, Nikki’s taken to panting and groaning like her life depends on it.
“Fffffuuuuuck, Sarah, fuck! Faster!”
Sarah hums against her neck and complies. The quick rhythmic pumping makes Nikki cry out in relief, instinctively buckling at the knees again before forcing herself upright while still leaning over the sink. Her hand blindly reaches to find Sarah still stuck to her, fumbling to hook her arm around her neck to keep her pressed close while trying to babble something out.
“G— hah. Go for three—”
“Three?” Sarah mumbles in repeat with a knowing smile. She suddenly pulls out of her completely with a thick line of cum shamelessly stuck to her, making Nikki flex her arm unbearably tight around Sarah’s neck. “Sarah I swear to fucking God if you don’t do this for m—ah!” Her thighs instinctively press together when Sarah does, in fact, make good of her request. It’s almost too easy the way her third finger slips inside, making her stretch around her so damn nicely.
Sarah wriggles out from under her arm to stand up and off of Nikki now. She maneuvers herself to pry Nikki’s legs open more with a coaxing nudge of her boot to sneaker, keeping her foot next to hers so she can’t possibly try to close her legs again even if it’d only been reactionary. Sarah reaches to clasp a hand around her throat now, forcing Nikki’s chin up and her head back as she now fucks into her relentlessly. Each pump earns her a wet shameless squelch from her pussy, and to Sarah, it may as well sound like music to her ears. “God, you just can’t help yourself getting so wet for me. Taking all of me so fucking well.” Sarah coos to her as Nikki reaches around again to try and grab at her hip. She damn near feels like crying with frustration when her arm is too short to reach— when she can’t see that Sarah arches away on purpose, and that the pleasure is close to making her absolutely stupid.
She can feel pinpricks of tears in the corners of her eyes as she continues to moan and babble and plead like it’d been her first time experiencing such intense arousal. Sarah’s breathing becomes labored as she realizes that the pace she’s set is beginning to wear on her a bit. She can feel Nikki clench around her more frequently in an attempt to keep her inside and milk her for something that she can’t quite fill her with right now.
Christ. Maybe I should smuggle in the strap next time.
Nikki keeps crying out Sarah’s name like it’s the only prayer she’s ever cared to memorize. Sarah dips her head low to shamelessly watch as she fucks Nikki proper for a bit, biting her tongue and screwing her eyes shut as her other hand lets go of her throat to press upon her back to keep her pinned down. Nikki’s voice finally gives out as it’s punctuated with a girlish squeal, Sarah choking out a groan as she feels her whole hand (and even some of her thigh through her fishnets) become soaked. Nikki’s head is hung down as she shivers through the aftershocks of her orgasm, and Sarah can swear she sees drool stringing out of the poor girl’s mouth to plop into the sink. She’s about to lean over and praise Nikki—
BAM BAM BAM BAM!
— but her head whips up to look at the door instead. She can feel her heart spring up into her throat, feeling only a slight sense of calm once she realizes that the door is still locked. She swallows as the handle jiggles incessantly and glances over to Nikki still hanging over the counter before looking back up again.
“YO! HELLOOOO? EARTH TO FUCKIN’ SARAH!?”
Ian. Of-fucking-course.
“You didn’t DIE again in there, did ya? It’s been almost twenty fuckin’ minutes! I just fended off like ten different people by telling them you’re in there blowing chunks like a lightweight!”
That’s objectively the least embarrassing thing he could have told anyone right now. Sarah clears her throat a little and raises her voice over the music. “No, yeah. I’m uh. I’m good now! Had too many jack and cokes again I guess!” And then she stills. Well, aside from rubbing Nikki’s back in little circles to comfort her through her post-nut clarity.
“Alright well! Just— fuckin’ hurry up would’ja? Bear ‘n I are gonna go find Nikki so we can dip!” Ian slaps the door one more time before he finally leaves. Once Sarah is sure of that, it’s the only way she can exhale a sigh of relief, finally pulling out of her girl as Nikki manages to let out a little whimper of dismay.
“… Come on, lovergirl. Before we get into more trouble.”
Sarah smirks a bit when Nikki mumbles something into the bowl of the sink. She takes to cleaning her up first before herself by grabbing whatever paper towels she can to wipe Nikki dry, then by carefully pulling up her pants and even reaching around to buckle her belt for her. Sarah coaxes Nikki to spin so she can sit on the toilet seat instead, quickly washing her hands before bending down to fix Nikki’s hair and thumb away the mascara lines staining her cheeks. Albeit done hastily with their allotted timeframe, Sarah makes sure to keep it tender all the same. She finishes up with a quick kiss to Nikki’s mouth, huffing out a chuckle when she ends up giving Sarah puppy eyes.
“I’m gonna walk out first,” Sarah starts, twirling around and fixing what she can of herself. She reaches into her bag left on the ground to reapply her lipstick while looking to Nikki through the mirror. “So I can lead the boys away and you can pop up a minute later. Sound good?” She presses her lips together to smooth over her makeup. When there’s no response, Sarah furrows her brows and spins to look at Nikki again.
“Nik?”
“… Huh?”
“You good babe?”
Nikki blinks at the daze still swimming in her mind, shaking her head before deciding to nod so she can quell Sarah’s concerns.
“Yeah! Yeah, uh. I’m good.”
“Alright. Cool.”
Sarah pops a few mints into her mouth and slings her bag over her shoulder, leaning over to affectionately pinch Nikki’s cheek between her knuckles before shoving her way out of the door. The chatter is amplified before it’s dampened again when she’s left alone in the bathroom.
Nikki just… Stares listlessly as she tries to wrap her brain around the past twenty minutes of her life. She just had some of the best sex she’s ever received in a dingy bar bathroom, and now she’s just supposed to pretend like it never happened? Just forget how Sarah made her feel like she’d been God’s favorite princess for what felt like a lifetime?
She glances down to see droplets of herself still puddled on the floor, face prickling with a rush of hot blood and immediately standing up again. She takes one last look in the mirror, cursing Sarah’s name when she notices bruises on her neck— but she doesn’t even have time to try and cover that up. All she does is sigh before putting on her best facade and bounds out of the room into the next to join the rest of her crew.
“There you are! I thought you totally ditched!” Ian throws his hands up when Nikki finally meets them at the door, plopping all of her bodyweight onto Sarah with an eye-roll. Bear seems to be doing the same as he leans against Ian who’s holding him up, hiccupping and slurring out a phrase she doesn’t care to decipher.
“Dunno how this fuckin’ guy got totally sloshed. This place is kinda lame.”
“Didn't we literally tell you that all week?” Nikki glowers when Ian brushes her off, flicking her middle finger up at him in retaliation.
“Whaaaat the fuck ever - Oh, yo. What's that?” Ian points to the splotches on Nikki's neck. Bear picks his head up too quickly and ends up gagging, Ian slapping his chest to keep him quiet. “What? Were you givin' out free handies and you didn’t tell me? Just lettin' other dudes mack on you like that?”
“Yeah. But this one's from your mom, dickhead.”
“HEY! Theresa’s a nice fuckin’ lady with decorum!”
Sarah grins as the two squabble all the way out the door, keeping her hand placed on Nikki’s lower back as a final act of possession to end their not-so-shitty evening out.