drunk.

It’d been a long week. A torturous week of watching the woman you were infatuated with hang off of another man. Even worse, he was smug about it. Sending you sneers and glares from a distance, pulling Lorraine into himself whenever you glanced their way. It made you sick to your stomach. He thought she was his, not only that, but he thought he was better than you. So did she. And that just wouldn’t do.

Your thoughts trailed on like that, spiraling, as your head hung in the hot spray of water. You hadn’t been aware of the time that passed until you heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Come in!” You called out.

The door opened and you swiped a hand across the foggy glass of the shower door. To catch a peak of who it was.

“Hey, playboy! You're runnin’ a little behind schedule, aren’t ya?” You cursed under your breath and shut the shower off.

“My bad Lynne, I was in my head.”

You stepped out of the shower ignoring the way Bobby-Lynne’s eyes raked over your form as you glided around the bathroom grabbing your hair products and toothbrush before wrapping a towel around your waist tossing the items into your duffel before zipping it up.

“All good, sugar, especially since I get to watch this smoke show. You always look good wet.” Bobby-Lynne purred, trailing a finger between your breasts and down to your abs. Your muscles clenched in response.

“Save it for the cameras, baby.” Jackson drawled as he reached the top of the stairs. You nodded at him before turning to Bobby-Lynne.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be out. I just need to get dressed.” You muttered in a rush as Jackson grabbed your bags. your eyes drawn to his perfectly shaped afro that was usually braided or twisted up beneath a durag. “Thanks man.”

“No problem, now hurry up before RJ throws a fit about burning sunlight or whatever the hell that boy keeps jabbering about.”

You rolled your eyes before stepping into your room. You tugged on a pair of black boxer briefs, a pair of bootcut jeans and a black tank top. You slipped on your loafers over your socks and grabbed the loose flannel you'd left on the bathroom counter. You snatched the hand towel from the towel rack and sat it atop your wet hair before dashing out of the house and climbing into the back of the truck greeting everyone before apologizing to Wayne for running a little late.

You plopped into your seat with a sigh and let your head thud against the wall of the van as you shut your eyes and caught your breath. You felt eyes on you but you opted not to engage in what you knew was Lorraine’s staring contest. Maxine was in the passenger seat leaving you, Bobby-Lynne, Jackson, RJ and Lorraine in the back of the van. You peeked out of one eye when a stack of paper was tossed into your lap, Bobby-Lynne reached across you calling softly for Maxine to take her stack.

“What is this?” You questioned looking to Bobby-Lynne for answers.

A scoff was heard before RJ spoke up. “You ain’t never seen a script before?” He asked sarcastically followed by a dry chuckle.

You took a deep breath as Wayne adjusted the radio in the background. You opted to ignore the sarcastic remark as you opened the script and began reading through it cringing a bit at some of the lines.

“The Farmer’s Daughters.” Maxine read aloud.

“Oh! Hot damn look it, there I am.” Bobby-Lynne enthused as she pointed at her part in the script as she leaned into Jackson. “Hollywood , here we come.”

“No, ma’am. We don’t need Hollywood.” Wayne cut in not a second later, “These types of pictures turn regular folks into stars. We’re gon’ do it all ourselves.” He looked into the rearview mirror, “Ain’t that right, RJ?”

You rolled your eyes as you bit your tongue.

The scrawny white boy perked up a smile lighting up his face. “Yes, sir.”

RJ shifted his gaze to a stoic Lorraine as Wayne rambled on.

“I don’t know, Wayne. That sounds an awful lot like what you said at The Topless Carwash.” Bobby-Lynne confronted. “You remember that?”

You snorted back a laugh drawing Lorraine’s gaze towards you. You cleared your throat and angled away from her prying eyes as you read over the script.

“Yeah. And had the IRS not had a personal vendetta against me that would’ve panned out beautifully.”

“Uh-huh. Well you know I’m always game.” Bobby-Lynne licked at her fingers as she turned another page. “My American Dream is not unreasonable. I just want a paid-for house with a big ole pool, so I can float around with my knees in the breeze and tan these titties.”

You grinned at that and shook your head. You heard a boyish giggle leave RJ’s lips but Lorraine was uncomfortably silent.

“What? I was dealt a good hand. People spend a lot of money to look at what God gave me. Be a sin not to take care of ‘em.”

“Mmm.” Jackson hummed as he sparked up the joint he just rolled, the car filling with the smell of marijuana. “Yes, it sure would.”

Bobby-Lynne giggled as she stared at her man with hearts in her eyes before shifting her gaze to the passenger seat. “What about you, Maxine? What’s your American Dream?”

Jackson nudged your thigh as he held the joint out for you to take. You smiled thankfully and took the pick-me-up inhaling deeply before passing it back to him as you held your hit.

A couple hours later Wayne pulled into a gas station in the middle of nowhere to fuel up and let everyone stretch their legs. You sighed as your feet hit the pavement standing outside and basking in the sun as Maxine and Wayne headed into the convenience store. You sighed and turned away from the sun shaking out your damp hair. Your mind was fuzzy from the weed as you watched Lorraine tweak with the mic setup as Bobby-Lynne leaned against the van in her red romper, her hair curled to perfection.

Lorraine was wearing a pair of burnt red jeans and a black, yellow, and white t-shirt, her usual golden cross dangling from her neck and glinting in the sunlight as she tweaked at the audio levels. You watched Bobby-Lynne round the petite brunette who was deep in concentration, or at least pretending to be. You watched Lynne’s lips move as she gestured toward RJ who was fiddling with an old camera that looked straight out the seventies, his greasy brown hair tucked behind his ears.

You wandered nearer curious about their conversation. “You help with all his films?” Bobby-Lynne drawled.

Lorraine looked up at the blonde with a forced smile. “Sometimes, yeah.” She answered.

Bobby-Lynne nodded then looked off into the distance. You kicked at a rock on the concrete as Jackson adjusted his sky blue slacks before dusting off his thin jacket as RJ filmed him. “Is that your boyfriend?” You heard Lorraine ask softly.

“Sometimes, yeah.” Bobby-Lynne answered humorously with a smile making your lips quirk up.

You wandered away toward RJ as he adjusted his camera settings. “Hey, what type of camera is that?” You asked, staring at the vintage piece.

RJ popped his head up and hesitated upon seeing you loom over his crouched form. “It’s an old Eclair my pops gifted me.” He answered to which you nodded.

“Nice.”

“Hey, How come you don’t gotta film none of this in order?” Bobby-Lynne’s voice cut in before things could get awkward.

RJ turned his head further. “Well, once I have it all in the can, I can rearrange it however I want.”

You leaned against the van as Bobby-Lynne shifted her gaze from you to Lorraine. You took a deep breath and followed her prompt. casually, you strutted over to the latina running a hand through your damp hair.

“Hey.” You greeted cautiously unaware of how the brunette might react.

She froze her knob turning and met your gaze, her lips quirked up slightly. “Hi.”

“You’ve been quiet, penny for your thoughts?” You asked with a tilt of your head your flannel blowing in the slight breeze.

“I’m fine. I’ve always been quiet. Why have you been so quiet?” She quipped.

You smirked as you crossed your arms pushing your shoulders back. “I haven’t had much to say.” You shrug nonchalantly.

Lorraine hummed before walking off toward Bobby-Lynne and RJ without another word. You couldn’t help the way your gaze fell to the sway of her hips as she adjusted her grip on the base of the microphone before holding it above her head as RJ rambled about french film style. She was testing her levels, and she was focused… and you were very sure that she was avoiding you.

You came up close behind her as Jackson held out the slate for the camera. RJ’s mind was busy with his filming and camera work.

“And, hit it.”

Jackson clacked the slate down before setting it aside. He took the gas nozzle in his hand with ease.

“Alright, go ahead and fill ’er up.” RJ directed.

You heard the gas flowing into the tank as you stayed silent.

“You know, if you tilt the camera up from the nozzle, it’ll look like he’s using his cock.” Bobby-Lynne interrupted.

You hummed appreciatively at her suggestion causing Lorraine to glance back at you as she held the microphone with her thin arms stretched above her head. You winked at her as RJ shifted the camera angle and your gaze shifted back to the scene being filmed.

Lorraine looked away from the scene visibly uncomfortable causing your lips to tilt as she tried her best to focus on keeping the microphone in position. Her headphones over her ears as her cheeks flushed. RJ looked back at Bobby-Lynne with an appreciative smile on his face as Lorraine stared intensely at the signs on the gas pump.

“See? I got good sense, too.” Lynne simpered as she stared over the rim of her sunglasses before strutting off with confidence.

You stepped away from Lorraine and climbed back into the van. A few minutes went by with you rubbing conditioner and gel into your palms before raking your fingers through your hair as it dried in the summer heat, doing what you could to stop it from frizzing up.

You heard Wayne come out of the store as he asked RJ about the scene. You hadn’t quite figured out how you felt about the old sleaze yet. You’d met him the first time you worked with Lynne and he seemed nice enough just a suit in your eyes. But then he got with Maxine and that put you off. Yes, they’re both adults but the twenty year age gap was enough to make you wary of the old bastard. So it was rare you exchanged anything besides pleasantries with him.

Jackson, Lorraine and RJ climbed back into the van as Bobby-Lynne chatted with Wayne. You sighed and wiped your hands on the hand towel you brought before shaking your hair out, twirling a curl or two around your finger to make sure it clumped properly. You groaned as the heat began causing you to perspire. You removed your flannel from your arms leaving you in just your tank top and jeans. You shifted your hips backward then forward adjusting in your seat as Maxine called for Bobby-Lynne to get in the van. You looked up just as Lorraine quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks growing redder by the minute.

You pulled an unopened bottle of water from your bag figuring the heat was getting to her as Bobby-Lynne finally took her seat between you and Jackson. You leaned forward with your arm outstretched. “Raine, here.” You swished the water in front of her and she took it with a quiet thank you uncapping it and taking a sip as she eyed you relaxing back into your spot. When she gulped a few gulps RJ took the water from her and drained the rest of the bottle before tossing the plastic aside. You observed silently before shifting your gaze away from the ‘happy’ couple.

After passing a fairly gruesome car wreck you found yourselves pulling into the property.

“This is it. Our own studio backlot.”

“Thank goodness. I’m horny.” Bobby-Lynne sighed in relief as she rubbed at Jackson’s thigh.

“You’re always horny.” RJ quipped.

“No, not always.”

RJ clambered forward clumsily to stick his head between the two front seats causing you to cringe as he entered your personal space a bit. “It’s perfect.” He whispered mostly to himself after he got a good look at the farm. “It’s really gonna add a lot of production value.”

You pulled your legs closer to yourself so he wouldn’t be leaning over them.

When the van came to a stop Wayne was the first to speak as he climbed out of the van. “Y’all stay put while I go and handle business, right quick.” He instructed. You picked the script back up and skipped to your part. The Farm hand, which meant your first scene was to be filmed in the barn. Your ears filled with the sound of lips smacking as Bobby-Lynne and Jackson basically devoured eachother right next to you. You leaned away from the couple as you kept reading through your lines. Out of your peripheral you noticed Lorraine shift away from the horny couple and closer to her boyfriend looking for comfort you assumed.

Lorraine’s soft voice was a mere whisper in your ears as she confronted RJ. “This wasn’t what I had in mind when I agreed to help out on your film.”

Your ears twitched, the only indicator that you were anything less than completely absorbed in the script you were reading.

“You gotta start somewhere Lorraine.”

“RJ, it’s smut.” She argued, her voice raising an octave higher.

“When did you become such a prude?”

Your jaw clenched at that, you weren’t a fan of him before, but now…

“I’m not.” Her voice was insecure now, completely unsure and slightly dejected, “I just don’t understand why you’re doing all this.”

“Because it is possible to make a good dirty movie.”

You cleared your throat at his dismissal and set the script down with a sigh. Shutting your eyes and blocking out everything.

“Something’s wrong.” You heard Maxine mutter that caused your eyes to open and apparently pulled Jackson’s attention too.

“What you talkin’ bout?” He questioned with furrowed brows as he tore his lips from Bobby-Lynne’s.

You peeked past the seats and out of the windshield as everyone drew forward with concern. You narrowed your eyes seeing Wayne with his hands up and a long-barreled shotgun aimed at his chest.

“Shit.” You whispered, climbed over the seat and opened the driver’s door to step out of the vehicle. Maxine opened the glovebox and grabbed a revolver handing it to you through the window. You took it and let it rest in your palm as Jackson peeked his head between the seats. You tucked the gun in your waistband as you walked up the driveway.

“Y’all trespassing. The law says I can shoot.” Your eyebrows furrowed at the gravelly voice.

“Sir, I ain’t from the county. I’m from Houston.” Wayne informed shakily. “We spoke on Tuesday. You remember? About y’all’s boarding house?”

You watched as the shotgun lowered from the side of the porch just out of view. You sighed in relief glad that you didn’t have to use the revolver tucked in the back of your pants. You turned back to the car with a thumbs-up letting the film group know it was okay. You left Wayne to walk back towards the van figuring your presence would only cause the shotgun to be brought back out. You climbed into the driver’s seat leaving the door slightly ajar so as to not startle the old bat into putting buckshot in Wayne’s chest. You sighed shakily as your hands trembled and you let your head rest against the headrest.

“Is everything alright?” Maxine asked and you nodded.

“Man thought he was the government or some shit.” You explained before reaching into your waistband and handing the gun back.

“Well, shit.” Jackson muttered. You nodded and climbed gracefully back into your seat in the back holding your trembling hands in your lap to hide the shaking from anyone who might be looking for weakness in you, something you learned to do as a teenager.

Jackson patted your knee. You figured he saw the shaking and wanted to offer a subtle comfort. The old man stepped out into the light. At least you figured he did from Jackson’s commentary.

“Wow, that’s one ugly son of a bitch.” You snorted as Lynne chuckled at the comment. You were just doing your best to steady your breathing. When you opened your eyes you stared down at your palms. Chancing a glance in Lorraine’s direction to find her gaze already on you, her brows furrowed. She looked away. And you followed suit.

You helped carry the bags and supplies into the boarding house taking bags from Bobby-Lynne’s arms and from Maxine’s, who was busy staring at the window of what looked like a plantation home. “You alright there, minx?” You asked her, snapping her gaze away from the house as you looked up towards it, you thought you saw a shadow as the curtain moved.

“Yeah, this place gives me the heebie jeebies.” she muttered as she handed you the suitcase.

“Yeah, I feel that, let’s just film this so we can be done with it, yeah?”

She nodded unsure but she trailed ahead of you and you watched her walk before following after.

Much like ants you all lugged your belongings across the property following the decrepit old fart while Wayne made polite conversation. You were in the back so you could only really hear what was shouted, and even then you weren’t really paying attention. The fact that Lorraine’s hand was interlocked with RJ’s was causing a burning sensation to rise from your chest to your throat like bile. You tore your eyes away with a breathy trill of your lips.

You halted with the rest of the group and for a second you were unsure why until you saw the old man keeled over hands on his knees wheezing for air. As soon as Wayne touched his back the old man fell back into step seemingly averse to the touch. The only thought in your head at that moment, ‘I wouldn’t trust those hands either, old fella.’

When you entered the building you whistled at how homey yet drab the house was.

“She ain’t much.” The old man rasped, referring to the house.

“She’s gorgeous.” RJ countered.

The man went into the history of the house and you weren’t at all surprised how far the house dated back to. You were however surprised at the fact that the man was older than you thought and for some reason hadn’t managed to croak yet. You chuckled to yourself at the thought.

“I don’t recall you mentioning you’d be bringing all these— others.” The old man whom you’d overheard was named Howard confronted Wayne, his gaze lingering on you and Jackson, a sneer on his face.

“Now about that…” Wayne stepped away from Maxine, “See your ad said $100 dollars, but… I threw in a little extra to sweeten the deal. I hope that’s okay.” He handed over a few hundred bucks as you wandered toward the bedrooms wanting to be out of the man’s line of sight.

“Well I’ll give you my word, you won’t even know we’re here!” You heard Wayne yell before the door shut with a thud.

Bobby-Lynne was the first to speak up as you rounded the corner. Sarcastic praise spewing from her lips as you lean against the wall.

“How could you just stand there and let him talk about us like that?” Maxine asked with budding resentment.

“What’d he say?” You asked as you stepped closer to the brunette in the tube-top.

“Oh, calm down. Ain't no need to harsh the mellow. It's harmless. He's just old. His pecker ain't probably been hard since before you were born. I'd hate people like us then, too.”

Lorraine looked like she was shaking in her boots as she finally spoke up again since the ordeal in the van. “He don’t know what we’re doing, does he?” Her eyes were wide and she looked to be nearly trembling.

“So, church mouse, you do speak.” Wayne teased his eyes wide as this was the first word she’d exchanged loud enough for everyone to hear. He turned from where he was perched looking out the window watching Howard walk away and stalked toward Lorraine, bending slightly so they were face to face as he spoke softly. “No. He sure doesn’t. And I intend to keep it that way.” Lorraine looked him up and down with wide eyes.

“Hell, if the old bastard found out he’d probably have a heart attack.” You chuckled dryly. To which Wayne nodded pointing at his temple then back to you.

“Now, I don’t wanna give the old codger a heart attack, would you? It’s better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission. You know what I mean?” Wayne asked Lorraine as he strutted towards you and threw an arm over your shoulder. You cringed and stepped away from his grasp.

“Don’t talk to her that way.” You asserted turning to look the man in the eye.

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “What I’m just chattin’.”

“Your tone. Don’t threaten her, You don’t need to talk down to her and put all this pressure on her just cause she wants to do the right thing.” You glared at him stepping in front of Lorraine so the two of you were eye to eye. “Just cause the rest of us are okay with lying, and you yourself are a little morally bankrupt don’t mean that she has to be okay with it. Leave her alone. All of you.” You glared around the silent room turning to get a look at RJ to make sure he knew he wasn’t exempt. “I mean it.”

Everyone looked a bit taken aback. Wayne broke the tension as he chuckled and bowed his head, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Well alright desperado.”

You watched the man back down and relaxed your stance. The sound of a car engine catches his attention as he heads back towards the window to watch Howard pull off. “Alright, that’s enough jabberin’. I reckon it’s about high time we cut to the chase and we give the people what they wanna see. What do you say?” He smiled giddily.

“Fuckin’ finally.” Bobby-Lynne popped up from the old sofa catching your gaze.

…

You leaned against the doorway as Jackson fucked into Bobby-Lynne with her ankles resting on her shoulder, her moans were breathy and whiny. Your gaze shifted to Lorraine. You opted to keep an eye out for her considering how no one else seemed to be concerned about her comfort, you just wanted to make sure she wasn’t overwhelmed, however her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her as RJ directed Jackson to flip Lynne over onto her hands and knees.

You smirked as you watched Lorraine watch Jackson work her curiosity obviously peaked as her jaw went slack in the subtlest of ways. The headboard thudded against the wall as Bobby-Lynne began muttering expletives.

“That’s great, just scooch your chin up for me.” RJ instructed enthusiastically. “Great, now slow it all down, I wanna see the passion.” He could barely be heard over the moans flowing from the blonde’s lips

“Hey, kid.” Jackson grunts at RJ. “How about you just point the camera and stay in your lane. Let me do the screwin’ here.”

You snicker as Bobby-Lynne chuckles through her moans. RJ lowers the camera, his face twisted in gloom. Before he looks to Lynne’s smiling face and brings the camera back up to capture the moment. The blonde’s moans become louder and more exaggerated and you smirk knowing exactly what spot Jackson had just managed to hit. You sighed and slunk out of the doorway and back towards the parlor of the house. You watched the front door shut and you were left with Wayne. He tossed you a pair of beat up cowboy boots that were your size.

“Them loafers are much too shiny, you need to look the part.” He smirked and took the cowboy hat off his head and sat it on top of yours. You sighed and toed off your sleek loafers and set them aside before tugging on the boots, your bootcut jeans falling over the worn leather with ease. You stood up and brushed your hands on your jeans.

“How do I look?” You asked him as you stood with one knee bent slightly.

He looked up from the handful of almonds he was chewing on. He gave you a once over. “Like a real Texan, desperado.” He praised. his new nickname for you stamped on the end of his sentence. “Listen, I ain’t mean to offend you earlier with how I was talkin’ to Lorraine. I just- the man had me staring down a barrel before he even knew who I was. There's no tellin’ what he’d do if church mouse went running that mouth of hers.”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it man, I was out of line. She ain’t even my girl.”

Wayne shook his head in return. “Listen, as far as I’m concerned she is more your girl than RJ’s. He should’ve been the one taking up for her, but it was you. She’s gonna remember that. You like her?”

You hesitate before nodding slightly as he replaced the black cowboy hat that he’d given you with a white one.

He hums, fanning himself with the white hat. “I thought so. Does she know?”

You shrugged. “She wouldn’t go for a person like me anyway.”

Wayne kisses his teeth before sitting next to you. “Girls like her just need a little convincing. Just show her what she’s missing, I'm sure she'll come around.”

“I don’t know. I don’t wanna be a homewrecker, ya know.” You spoke glaring down at the black boots on your feet.

Wayne chuckled before pointing behind him with his thumb.

“They ain’t married, and they ain’t got a home to wreck. Listen, I like RJ. He's a good director, an even better camera man, but he don’t give that sweet pea near enough attention or care. He’s gonna lose her one way or another. I say it might as well be to you.” With that he clasped a hand over your knee and stood up. He headed towards the room they just finished filming in, leaving you to ponder his words.

You took the cowboy hat off your head and let your head loll back as you groaned.

…

Wayne escorted Maxine into the house and you watched her dash past everyone and head straight for the bathroom. You stood knowing your scene with her was coming up. When she came out of the bathroom she looked more put together and determined. You stood awkwardly as she made out with Wayne like no one was watching.

“Let’s go to work.” She muttered finding your gaze as she strutted past the beefy man.

You followed the crew out to the barn, your boots kicking up dirt and debris with each step. Wayne held the door open for the film crew giving you a curt nod as RJ directed you on where to stand, and what you’d be doing. Your script was folded over in your hand as you chanced a peek at Lorraine who was adjusting the boom mic. You watched Maxine situate herself crouching down in the straw near a cow with a bucket, her hair in two braids with a red bandana tied securely around her head. You smirked as Bobby-Lynne poured a carton of whole milk into the tin bucket to make sure it appeared Maxine was milking the cow while the slender brunette fidgeted and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face.

RJ’s head peaked over the edge of the enclosure as he held the camera on his shoulder checking the angle.

“Coast is clear.” Wayne whispered giddily.

“Right.”

“Sound speed.” Lorraine muttered softly.

“Okay, we’re rollin’.”RJ muttered while you adjusted your tight bootcut jeans and gripped at your bulging length through the denim as the slate clacked down.

“Farmer’s Daughter, Take one.” Bobby-Lynne spoke softly before moving away from the lens.

“Action.”

IN SCENE:

You strutted forward towards the enclosure as Maxine glanced your way.

[YOU:] “I’m looking for the owner of this farm. His daughter said I could find him here.” You spoke with confidence.

[MAXINE:] “You must have been talking to my sister.”

[YOU:] “Sister?” You questioned with an arched brow as you leaned against the wooden post and removed your hat.

[YOU:] “She didn’t mention you.” You let your gaze trail over her figure as she acted timid.

[MAXINE:] “Not surprised.” Maxine rose to her feet grabbing the handle on the bucket as she eyed you letting the bucket hang with a limp wrist and a bent elbow. “She’s always been jealous.”

She let her eyes rake over you.

[MAXINE:] “I’m younger, get all the attention.”

She walked out of the stall one foot in front of the other giving her hips a seductive sway.

[MAXINE:] “Daddy never lets her leave the farm anymore.” She looked over her shoulder at you. “He’s very protective.”

[YOU:] “Well, I was hopin’ to get my pay before it got dark.” You spoke loud enough for her to hear from the ten foot distance that she managed to create as you hovered in the hay strewn floors at the back end of the barn as she neared the ajar barn doors.

You watched her set the bucket down, bending at the hips and pushing her ass out for the camera. She peered over her shoulder as she straightened up.

[MAXINE:] “We shouldn’t disturb him. It would only make him angry. You wouldn’t like daddy when he’s angry.” She turned to get a good look at you. “I could give you something for your time.”

Maxine simpered, causing you to smirk as you tilted your head slightly before stalking toward her.

END SCENE.

“Cut!” RJ called. You relaxed in an instant as Wayne got to work laying down a blanket on top of a bail of hay. “That was perfect.” RJ complimented.

Your gaze found Lorraine who was rolling her shoulders back as she dropped the microphone for a moment letting it lean against her frame as she stretched her stiff muscles.

“Okay, we are gonna jump right in, so make sure you’re ready. We have to move quick before we lose the sun.” RJ rushed you over to the blanket where you laid down and began unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, your cock already hard and bulging through your black briefs as you slid your pants down your thighs.

A couple minutes later Maxine stepped forward bare as the day she was born and straddled your hips. She pushed your tanktop up to just below your breasts displaying a couple tattoos but you could tell her focus was on your defined abs as she raked her nails over your taut muscles. You looked away. “Lynne.” You prompted watching the blonde prance over eagerly with the roll of magnums ripping one off and handing it to you. You took it and ripped it open with one hand and your strong white teeth you pulled the rubber from the packaging and handed the rapper back to the blonde with a muttered thanks. You smirked up at Maxine and thrusted your clothed length against her molten core, her slick smearing across your black boxer-briefs as she planted a hand on your chest and bit back a moan.

You shimmied under her as you slid your briefs down to your pants that were resting bunched around your ankles. Your length brushed against her slick heat causing you to bite down on your lip. Maxine grinded down on your length, getting it wet and causing your head to roll back and your eyes to fall shut. That's when you heard a soft gasp, your eyes opening to find Lorraine with flushed cheeks, her gaze trained on your hard length as her grip on the mic faltered. Maxine plucked the rubber from your fingertips and rolled it onto your large length. You knew you had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide, your cock was eight inches when you were fully aroused and you had sizeable girth too, so your confidence was obviously through the roof.

“Ready?” RJ asked. You nodded.

“Action.”

IN SCENE

Maxine Impaled herself on your cock causing you to groan as she hummed and moaned softly in appreciation as she began riding you slowly at first. You couldn’t help but wish that she was someone else as you gripped her hips and shut your eyes. Maxine was attractive and she was tight and wet, but she wasn’t who you wanted. You let your head fall back as the camera rolled, your eyes drifting to the object of your desires. Lorraine.

The brunette watched you with wonder, a look in her eye you hadn’t seen before, curiosity was there, but there was something else there too. Something that left the latina clenching her thighs and shifting on her feet as she zoned in on the way your abs clenched as your cock disappeared inside of Maxine’s cunt. A fire burned in her belly and she broke out into a sweat as she tried her damndest just to hold the microphone, but she couldn’t possibly ignore the wetness pooling in her panties. As you breathed heavily while looking straight at her. Maxine’s long soft moans filling the barn as you rolled your hips up into her ministrations letting your focus fall back on the scene.

Lorraine figured it was Maxine’s appearance. The slender brunette resembled Lorraine in the most general of ways. That had to be why she couldn’t help imagining herself in the slightly taller brunette’s position. If she let her mind wander she’d be able to replicate the scene perfectly in her head. The way the straw would feel pressing into her knees as she rode you into the sunset.

The sun. The way the warm orange and pink lighting bathed you in it’s warm glow as Maxine’s hands trailed over your breasts and around your neck applying the slightest pressure as you grunted softly as you gazed at her like she was the only girl in the world a subtle smirk on your face as you ran your hands up to run your slender fingers over Maxine’s ruddy nipples drawing a whimper from her lips as her eyes fell shut.

You could tell she was getting into it as her hands reached forward while her head tilted back. Her warm fingertips brushed your cheeks and lips before they drew higher and laced through your hair tugging at the strands and ripping a relatively loud moan from your lips.

“Ah.” You moaned breathily.

Her hands left your hair as you gripped her hips and forced her to rock against you faster. Her hands trailed back over your face causing you to let out a breathy chuckle that had Lorraine practically gushing at the eroticism of it all.

“Uh, ah! Ah!, ah!” moans tumbled from Maxine’s lips as she shifted her gaze to the camera. RJ was much too close for comfort as his scent filled your nostrils, he smelt like a grungy dog and it made your nose scrunch.

You felt yourself going soft as you lost interest in the scene which prompted you to tilt your head forward and catch Lorraine’s gaze once again, only this time she held it her lips slightly ajar as her chest heaved. She stepped forward moving around to make sure she didn’t appear in the shot as she adjusted her grip on the microphone.

Maxine’s nails dug into your abdomen as you thrusted your length deeper into her causing her eyes to squeeze shut as your tip punched her cervix, her jaw slackened. “Ah! Fuck!” She cried her moans growing louder and more frequent as you planted your feet on the floor and rocked your hips up into her, consistently bringing a thumb to her clit as you felt her walls begin to flutter and clench around you. The camera wasn’t on you so you took the opportunity to show Lorraine just how good you could make her feel if given the chance. Maxine rode you harder as you swiped at her clit with your thumb bringing her to the brink seconds later. You were sure that her falling over the edge was a sight to behold, but you had your sights set on someone else. You smirked as Maxine gushed around your cock and grinded into your thumb as she gripped at her own breasts pinching and pulling her nipples as her back arched, nearly causing her to topple over in her fit of pleasure as her moans grew whiny and tight.

You could swear you saw Lorraine’s lips quirk up as she watched with vigor. Her gaze shifting rapidly over the scene from your abs and face to where your shaft disappeared in Maxine’s taut entrance. From Maxine’s swaying breasts to her arched back and face contorted in pleasure and back down to your cock and abs before her eyes locked on yours again. Her feet shifted in the straw as she was obviously having trouble standing still as she practically trembled in her spot, the soft quirk of her lips etched into her face.

Maxine’s hips stuttered as she began slowing down her whiny moans falling into soft breathy hums again as she came down from her high.

END SCENE

“And, cut!” RJ called. You sighed a satisfied smirk on your face as you carefully lifted Maxine off of your cock and sat her on your thighs as you sat up. One arm supported her weight as you used the other hand to roll off the slick condom. “You’re a natural.” RJ complimented Maxine.

You shook out your hair as the brunette stepped off of your lap onto trembling legs. “Lynne.” You called.

Bobby-Lynne skipped forward and tossed you a towel. You wiped off Maxine’s slick and the lube from the condom shivering at the sensation as your dick was still painfully hard and consequently sensitive. “Whew, sugar. I’m half tempted to take a ride myself.” Bobby-Lynne grinned with mischief in her eyes as she took the condom from you and shoved it in the wrapper she was holding onto.

“That’s a wrap for today.” RJ spoke.

You rose to your feet, your cock standing at attention. You looked to Lorraine who was staring intently at the length of muscle before you bent down and pulled your boxers and jeans back up confining your length back into your jeans leaving you with ample bulge as you buckled your belt and pulled your tanktop down as Wayne clapped you on the back. “Lucky I’m not a jealous man desperado.” He teased as he sat the cowboy hat back on your head. You chuckled and began walking towards the exit.

“I’m starving, tell me you got something other than bread at that gas station.” You smirked as you stepped out into the evening air.

“We’ve got canned oysters, blondie said you were a fan of ‘em.”

Your lips quirked up as you walked under his arm that was thrown across your shoulders. “Just what I needed.” You muttered as you made the trek back to the boarding house.

…

You smirked as you toked on a joint eyeing Lorraine who was leaning forward in the armchair across from you when RJ slunk past your vision breaking your gaze. Soft music played in the background as you turned to catch sight of Maxine who just entered the parlor. Wayne danced subtly in the kitchen as he sliced into some suspicious looking meat while Maxine dug through the fridge for a beer handing one to you as you sunk into the yellow sofa.

“Thanks.” You murmured as she sat down next to you. You set the beer by your feet opting not to open it just yet.

“You were amazing out there. Now I know why Wayne left his wife for you.” Bobby-Lynne complimented the slender brunette.

“So do I.” You smirked.

“Careful.” Wayne turned pointing at you with the knife. You put your hands up in surrender before passing the joint back to Jackson. “Told y’all she was somethin’ special. X factor.”

You watched the latina as she picked at her fingernails nervously meeting your gaze every once in awhile before looking away.

Wayne squeezed in-between you and Maxine on the yellow sofa setting down the plate of meat and bread.

“Thanks baby.” Maxine breathed softly, leaning forward she grabbed her sandwich and bit into it. Lorraine’s gaze on her now as she threw her feet over Wayne’s lap before pecking his lips.

You guessed Max had enough of the staring cause next thing you knew she was eyeing Lorraine back. “What are you lookin’ at?”

“Wait, come on now.” Wayne tried to diffuse the tension as Lorraine shifted in her seat uncomfortably at being caught out.

“Leave her.” You quipped only to be ignored.

“No, Wayne.”

Lorraine rubbed her palms against her rust red, jean-clad thighs as her gaze shifted to the boots on your feet.

“Anybody ever teach you not to stare?” Maxine poked, “It’s rude.”

You rolled your eyes as you leaned down to grab the beer by your feet and cracked it open taking a gulp of the disgusting liquid.

“You got something to say to me or what?”

“No.” Lorraine’s voice was barely a whisper as she shrunk into her seat.

You looked to RJ who was sitting a few feet away just eyeing the confrontation like a deer in headlights. “Well, I do have a question.”

You perked up as Lorraine asserted herself in the slightest of ways. You took another sip opting to watch this scene play out.

“See, she’s interested is all.” Wayne attempted to diffuse as he rubbed at Maxine’s thighs soothingly. “What’s on your mind, church mouse?”

“Isn’t it strange?” Lorraine asked Wayne. “Watchin’ her doin it with ‘em?”

You arched a brow and turned to Wayne quite curious of his answer yourself.

“It’s just business.” He inhaled affectedly, “As long as the camera’s runnin’.” He turned to look at you with a smirk and a daring point.

You nodded in understanding and took another gulp of your beer.

“So the camera changes things?”

“That’s right.”

“It’s not real life, Raine.” RJ grinned. “It’s just a movie.”

Lorraine turned to look at him, her face unreadable. “I know that.” She retorted, dismissing his attempt at poking fun.

She looked bored before turning back to Wayne. “Just sayin’... What about love?”

You nearly snorted but caught yourself clearing your throat and downing the rest of your beer in one large gulp.

“What about love?” Maxine asked.

“Well don’t y’all believe in it?”

“Of course we believe in love.” Maxine spoke around the food in her cheek.

“How can you love someone and still be with other people?” She asked her gaze switching to yours as you sighed and let your head loll back on the couch. Her tone accusatory, her gaze shifting back to Maxine’s just as quickly as it had left.

“You think we don’t have no morals or somethin’, is that it?” Maxine asked dryly.

“No! No, I just…” Lorraine hesitated, feeling all eyes on her.

“Take it from me, letting outdated traditions control how you live your life will get you nowhere.” You popped your head back up nodding at Maxine’s wise words. “I don’t know about you, but I got better places to be than where I came from.”

“Preach.” You mumbled.

“Amen to that.” Bobby-Lynne seconded with a subtle nod.

“And besides, it’s just sex.” Maxine shrugged. “You can decide who you wanna love, but not who you wanna screw. Attraction’s out of our control. It ain’t healthy keeping those feelings locked away inside.”

You watched as Lorraine processed the words carefully, her gaze shifting over to you a second later before dropping.

Bobby-Lynne spoke up next, a teasing lilt to her voice. “I seen you sneaking a few long peeks at Y/N over there.”

Your eyes widened as Lorraine’s brows furrowed. She was quick to deny it. “No, I… I wasn’t looking…”

You smirked as You leaned across Wayne and Maxine, your long arm outstretched as you took the joint Jackson offered to you. “It’s okay, They don’t mind none.” Lynne interrupted

You shrugged. Your gaze shifted to RJ who looked ready to puke up his half eaten sandwich. “She’s right. I don’t mind at all.” You hit the joint as you let your gaze rake over Lorraine with drug-induced ease. “No offense.” You offered RJ. He smiled hesitantly hiding behind his drink as you passed the joint back to Jackson, who looked terribly amused with the whole situation.

“Everybody likes sex.” Lynne continued, “It’s a gas. We’re just not afraid to admit it. Queer, straight, black, white… It’s all disco, Baby. You know why? Because one day, we’re gonna be too old to fuck. And life’s too short if you ask me.”

“Roger that.” Jackson co-signed.

“The fact of the truth of the matter is, we turn folks on.” Bobby-Lynne gestured to you with a cigarette between her fingers, her eyes never leaving the petite brunette’s. “And that scares ‘em.”

“They can’t look away neither.” Maxine cut in.

“That’s right, We’re like a sexy car wreck.”

You chuckled at Lynne’s comment and the obvious subtle goading the two women were doing in your favor.

Wayne hummed amusedly next to you. “Which is how I know that this film is set to explode.” He nodded sure of himself. “Finally people are gon’ get to see what they desire…”

His voice faded into white noise as Lorraine’s gaze shifted to you once again with curiosity and determination, now.

“Aw, Toast to the perverts. They been payin’ our bills for years.” Bobby-Lynne Raised her beer.

“Hear, hear! To the perverts!” Wayne exclaimed.

You grabbed your empty can and raised it along with the rest of the group, quirking a brow as you held Lorraine’s gaze intensely.

“To livin’ a life of excess, being young and having fun till the day we die.” Jackson toasted tapping his beer against Lynne’s. You smiled that boyish grin that drove Lorraine crazy.

“To the power of independent cinema.” RJ.

“To living life on our own terms. And never accepting what self-righteous naysayers have to say.”

“Right on.”

“I don’t know if I agree with all of that, but I did like what I saw today.” Lorraine nodded confidently, a stark contrast to her usual quaint behavior.” A smile slipped its way across her face as she reached for her own drink. “I didn’t think I would but I did.” Her eyes drifted to you as she raised her beer.

“Cheers to that.” You muttered as the tension in the room melted away at her acceptance.

After that Jackson began strumming his acoustic as Bobby-Lynne began to softly sing a Fleetwood Mac song as everyone slouched back into their seats. Wayne laid his head on your thigh as he caressed Maxine’s smooth legs listening contently to the song.

Lynne had a beautiful singing voice, one you’d only heard from behind a closed bathroom door as the sound of shower water beating down on tile muffled the frequencies. But now clear as day you couldn’t help but feel at peace as you bobbed your head subtly completely captured in the moment as everything else faded away.

“I wanna do a scene in the movie.”

The room fell silent, and tense. You turn to eye her, your expression slightly amused as your gaze bounces from her to RJ who looks seconds away from shitting himself. Maxine and Bobby-Lynne share a glance with each other before their gaze shifts to you. Your lips quirk up but you don’t say a word.

“What?” RJ ‘s voice shook as he turned to glare at her.

You sighed, rising to your feet to grab another beer from the fridge as a few pairs of eyes trailed your every movement. You cracked open the can and tilted your head back letting the liquid run straight down your throat as you leaned against the closed fridge.

Lorraine looked unimpressed with his question as she stated clearer. “I wanna be in the movie.”

Her voice was firm as you strutted back to the couch holding back the laughter that threatened to bubble up your throat as RJ received his karma in real time.

“No.” He looked to the group for support but no one paid his refusal any mind. No one except Lorraine as her brows furrowed her new found confidence not wavering in the slightest.

“Well, why not?”

You smirked proudly behind the rim of your beer as you watched the dainty woman stand her ground as she set down her near-empty can.

“Well…because… No.” RJ retorted weakly, smiling nervously through his obvious discomfort. He turned to eye her and upon seeing the deadpan expression on her face he began to fidget turning to the rest of the group though his glare lingered on you. “Did y’all put her up to this or somethin?”

Disapproving exclamations broke out around the group. “She can think for herself, brother.” You mumbled taking a sip of your beer as you adjusted in your seat nodding toward the petite brunette.

“Take it easy. They didn’t do nothin’.” Wayne defended.

“Nobody put me up to anything.” Lorraine spoke calm and collected as she held RJ’s gaze, “I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Your brow arched. “And…Well I’m young. And if we really are makin’ a good dirty movie, then I don’t wanna just carry the equipment, I wanna be in it.”

“Well, you can’t.”

Lorraine glanced to the side, her brows curling up in challenge. “Says who?”

You couldn’t hold back your snicker so you hid it under the clearing of your throat as you gulped at your beer awkwardly watching the lover’s quarrel. RJ stared at Lorraine dejected. “It’s my film, Lorraine. I mean, it wouldn’t make any sense. We’ve already shot half of it. The story can’t just suddenly change midway through.”

“Why?”

“Because it just isn’t done.”

“What about Psycho? You love that movie.”

RJ pursed his lips before replying tersely. “Well, Psycho is a horror film. And that plot was a MacGuffin to build suspense. And I’m not makin’ that kind of movie.”

“Oh come on, RJ. Nobody’s comin’ to see this film for the plot. They’re comin’ to see tits and ass.” The brunette’s gaze drifted towards you for a second. “And a big dick.”

You couldn’t help the grin on your face as you held back your laughter so you opted to pull the collar of your t-shirt over your lips.

“Lorraine!” RJ exclaimed.

The group broke out into snickers.

“It’s the truth.” Lorraine defended her voice raising an octave as a fire ignited behind her brown eyes. “Why not just give the people what they’re paying for?”

“Because I’m making something better than that.” RJ refuted.

You watched the switch flip inside Lorraine’s head before she opened her mouth to speak using RJ’s own words against him and making a proud smirk grace your cheeks. “When did you become such a prude?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

RJ froze, caught off guard. You guessed this was her first time asserting herself with him.

“Alright, hold on.” Wayne interrupted as Bobby-Lynne glanced at you with a quirked brow, a knowing look in her eye that said, ‘I told you so.’ “I am the executive producer which means I get a word. So why don’t we just take a step outside before anythin’ gets said that someone might regret.”

You turned to see what he had to say after rolling your eyes at Lynne and letting your shirt fall to rest back against your clavicle as your grin faded to a slight smirk. Lorraine glared daringly at RJ as she picked her beer back up before breaking her gaze and taking a long sip seemingly unaffected by the man’s near temper tantrum.

RJ stood and stormed out the front door with Wayne on his tail, the door shutting softly behind them. You sighed.

“Well then.” You spoke after a moment, “You want another beer, Raine?” You asked her as you rose to your feet.

“Please.” She huffed out the extra tension in her body, her posture relaxing. You walked to the fridge as she chugged the last sip. You cracked the can open and handed it to her.

“Well, well, well. I didn’t think you had it in you, church mouse.” Maxine praised teasingly tossing her legs over your lap as you sat back down.

“I told y’all. I could see right through that innocent barrier, this girl is spunky. Didn’t I tell y’all.” Bobby-Lynne bragged.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s nice to see you finally stand up to that misogynistic…” You trailed off as Lorraine shot you a look.

“She one of us now or what?” Jackson asked his words, slurring together.

You shook your head. “Nah, You aren’t a heathen like us, are you Raine?” You smirked teasingly. “Not with that crucifix still hanging ‘round your neck.”

Lorraine rolled her eyes as she sipped on her beer and fiddled with the pendant with her other hand.

“Oh stop. Come on, Baby. Let’s get you dolled up and ready to film.” Bobby-Lynne rose to her feet and took Lorraine’s hand leading her to the bedroom in the back with Jackson trailing after. You hesitated looking towards the door Wayne and RJ just walked out of before shrugging and trailing after the girls.

“Should I get back in costume?” You asked leaning against the door frame as Lynne helped Lorraine take her hair out of its ponytail letting the brown locks flow down her back as Maxine pulled out her makeup bag brushing across her eyeshadow palette with a soft smile on her lips.

“Don’t bother, sugar. Just get undressed.” Bobby-Lynne shrugged and winked flirtatiously before reaching for Lorraine’s shirt and tugging it over her head. You felt yourself harden in your sweats at the newly revealed skin. She was only wearing a yellow bra that made her look much too innocent. When she pushed down her red jeans you had to chuckle seeing the panties labeled ‘sunday’ across the ass. It wasn’t even sunday

A pillow was flung in your direction which you caught. “Don’t laugh.” Bobby-Lynne chastised.

“‘M sorry. She’s just so fuckin’ adorable.” you justified before tugging your shirt over your head and pushing down your sweats and stepping out of them walking over to your bag and grabbing a condom. You sat beside Lorraine a Tent in your boxer-briefs as Maxine applied pink lip balm to the latina’s lips. “Are you sure about this?” You whispered stoically.

Lorraine nodded without hesitation as she kneeled on the bed, her eyes fluttering shut as Maxine applied eyeshadow to her lids. “Okay. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop at any time you let me know. Your consent is everything to me. I don't care how far into the process we are, I don’t care if the cameras are rolling, if for a second there is any doubt in your mind about this just say ‘stop.’” You eyed the side of her face as you spoke gently, placing a hand over her own. You had never had the chance to look at her this closely before, but, man did you like what you saw. Her cheeks dusted with warm freckles, her jaw clenched in concentration, her long eyelashes and dark brows, her pink lips that looked as if they tasted of bubble gum and desires unspoken. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You mumbled absentmindedly your eyes half-lidded as your body heated up realizing what was about to take place.

Lorraine’s fingers twitched beneath your own as she backed away from the makeup brush prodding at her skin and turned to you her eyes dark and determined as they met yours, her cheeks flushed. “I will. Thank you.”

You nodded and rose to your feet just as Jackson came in carrying the boom mic. You sighed and pushed your boxers down to your thighs. Brown eyes watched as you stroked your long length a few times before spitting into your palm and massaging the saliva into your length. Your fingers brushed the tip of your cock as your head lolled back before you ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it over your length and lifted your boxers back over your length..

You heard the floorboards creak and glanced over your shoulder holding your position with your arms bent as RJ walked into the room, his expression vacant, you almost felt bad, until you realized his feelings weren’t your problem. You huffed and pressed your palms into the raw wood rising back into resting position before continuing your pushups blocking everything else out. You glanced up at Lorraine as she turned away from where she had looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend and reached under her dark tresses, unclasping the crucifix around her neck and handing it to Bobby-Lynne. Wayne pushed RJ’s camera into his chest as you rose to your feet, the girls clearing the room, well clearing the portion of the room that would be shot. The crew collectively wanted to see this play out.

You rounded the bed, jaw clenched in arousal, as Lorraine got onto her hands and knees on the firm mattress, her eyes following you around the room. Jackson adjusted his grip on the boom mic before shooting you a wink and raising it above his head. You exhaled deeply through your nose and met Lorraine’s gaze as you laid back on the mattress next to her. She crawled around until she was facing you, her palm pressing into the mattress between your legs as your eyes roamed over her half-naked figure. Her panties clung to her ass leaving little to the imagination her eyes darkening by the second as she moved to straddle your leg.

Lorraine’s supple skin brushed against yours sending a shiver down your spine as her fingertips ran up your thighs to your hips curling into your waistband as she held your gaze. You lifted your hips and allowed her to tug the garment down and off. Your cock slapped against your belly. You watched Lorraine’s mouth fall open at the sight. Her hands ran over your abs before wrapping around your length stroking you over the rubber. You couldn’t help the way your cock twitched in her palm, nor could you help the way your hips thrusted upward as you hummed out a moan. “Is this okay?” She asked softly.

You smirked at her, completely forgetting about the camera. “Perfect.” Your hands found her hips gripping and kneading at her skin before tugging her hips forward and lifting your thigh causing her cotton clad clit to rub against the muscle of your thigh making a breathy gasp leave her lips. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet first, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” You mumbled.

You pulled and pushed her hips to and fro feeling her juices begin to seep through her white panties and smear against your leg as her fingernails dug into your abs. Her head lolled back as she rutted against the muscle of your thigh with soft moans leaving her lips. You continued like that for a minute, your hand came up to cup the back of her neck, your fingers threading through her hair, you tugged her down about to meet her lips in a tantalizing kiss but you hesitated. Your fingers caressing the back of her neck for a moment her moans burning your ears.

“He’s gonna lose her one way or another. I say it might as well be to you.”

You drew her forward, attaching your lips to her neck nipping at the skin as she rocked harder against your thigh. You licked a stripe up her neck stopping at her jaw before flipping your positions. She was under you now and you had never seen anyone look— “so pretty.” you whispered.

Lorraine blushed as her arms came up to rest comfortably around your neck. You leaned down kissing across her neck and collarbone sucking and nipping at the skin as your fingers came down to rub at her covered cunt, softly at first. You kept an eye on her response as your teeth caught on the strap of her bra tugging the strap down salaciously as Lorraine grinded against your long fingers. you brought your other hand to tug down the cup of her bra moaning before you kissed across her breast and attached your lips to her nipple, laving it with your tongue before taking it into your mouth and sucking gently.

Lorraine hummed in appreciation, her fingers lacing through your hair tugging slightly, surely something she saw Maxine do. You moaned against her breast as your cock twitched in response. You felt like your blood was molten lava as you moved your hand aside from her core gripping her hip possessively as you ground your cock against her wet center, the barrier of soaked cotton doing nothing to mask the heat emanating from her. “You’re so wet for me.” You whispered in her ear as you brought your long fingers back to the gusset of her panties curling them into the edge of the material. Your manicured nails that were painted black brushed against her wet folds as you pushed her panties aside. “Are you ready?”

Lorraine nodded eagerly her eyes on yours not holding an ounce of doubt you leaned back on your knees and pushed her legs up so her knees were bent her feet planted firmly on the mattress. You sighed as the camera came into your peripheral and you couldn't help wishing this was real. You couldn’t help the feeling clawing at your ribcage wishing for privacy as you leaned over the girl and lined your cock up with her entrance. With a deep breath and a reassuring nod from the brunette you pressed forward groaning as her tight entrance gave and your tip sunk inside of her.

Lorraine gasped at the stretch, “Fuck.” she muttered, never having felt so full.

You watched on carefully as her jaw went slack, her head tilting back into the pillows as you pushed yourself deeper, focusing all your energy on making sure she was comfortable. She felt like heaven but you refused to damage your reputation by basking in the feeling of her walls clinging to you like her life depended on it and cumming prematurely. “Fuck you feel so good.” You muttered as you brought your thumb to rub slight circles on her throbbing clit as you thrust shallowly inside of her.

Already you could feel your tip brush against her cervix and you weren’t yet two thirds of your entire length inside of her. “You can take it.” You mumbled pressing forward as Lorraine’s blunt fingernails dug into your bicep. You stopped prying, giving her time to adjust as you thrust the top half of your length shallowly— coating your latex protected cock in her juices before halting completely. You leaned down and kissed at her shoulders, collar, neck and breasts seeing the tension in her roll off as you pecked her tan skin gently. “I’ve got you, darling. Tell me when you’re ready.” You whispered so only she could hear before moving to attach your lips back to her nipple. Lorraine’s back arched as she subconsciously sank herself further onto your cock. Her slender fingers tapped at your shoulder making you pull back into a raised plank.

Lorraine huffed and reached for the end seam of her bra and pulled it over her head tossing it to the side before she pulled you back down so your face was buried in her neck. “Ready.” she whispered.

You nodded and pressed forward her walls stretching to accommodate you until you were buried to the hilt. You both moaned in unison as you paused, your cock twitching inside of her as you bit down on your cheek, willing the tightening in your balls to pass before you lost it.

You kissed up her neck whispering in her ear. “So fucking tight.”

You pulled your face away from her neck as you pulled your length from her clinging walls before burying yourself in her again your breath faltering as your hands gripped onto the sheets beside her head. Your gaze on her never wavering, loving the way her eyebrows furrowed and how her chest pushed upwards begging for attention. How her lip was caught between her teeth as she let out the breathiest little moans. You leaned down, capturing her nipple in your lips as you picked up your pace, thrusting into her steadily until she was pleading for more. “Faster.” She whispered.

Who were you to deny her of her own pleasure. You sat on your knees and grabbed her calves lifting them onto your chest her ankles resting on your shoulders as you grabbed onto her hips and began to work your speed up into harsh, quick thrusts pulling out until only your head was inside of her before burying yourself to the hilt again as her moans grew louder and more uninhibited. When you brought your fingers to her clit her sounds grew whinier as she drew closer to the edge.

“So fucking pretty, you gonna cum for me, baby?” You coaxed breathlessly between moans of your own as the headboard slapped noisily against the wall. Lorraine’s head was tossed back as she cried out cumming around your cock her legs trembling against you as her back arched.

“Ah, Ah! Y/N!” She cried out, your praise pushing her over the edge, her tiny fists balling into the sheets as her body vibrated with pleasure. You groaned as her walls pulsated around your aching cock before you pulled out of her, fingers still rubbing at her sensitive clit until she came down. That’s when you flipped her onto her stomach and hoisted her up onto her knees her thighs still trembling as she chirped in surprise before a guttural moan was ripped from her throat when you re-entered her from behind her pussy more sensitive now, her walls still fluttering around your length.

You smirked and pressed a hand against her spine. “Gonna fuckin ruin you for anybody else.” You muttered before leaning over her and fucking into her like a man gone mad. Her moans were whiny, her words incoherent, the arch in her spine so fucking perfect, god. you were in love. right then, in that moment it hit you. you were in love.

“ungh…” her hand reached backwards grabbing onto your hip digging her nails in and making you hiss in pleasure and pain as she clung onto you. “‘M gonna…” she stuttered.

You smirked as you scooped up her wrist along with the other and pinned them to her back. “You gonna what? cum all over my cock?” You asked brazenly.

Lorraine tossed her head back before burying her face and therefore her moans into the pillows with one last guttural moan and your hand wrapping around her waist to rub against her clit again she seized up her walls clamping around you so tight it forced you to slow your thrusts and do something else, something you hadn’t done since you first started making films like these. Your jaw slackens as you lean over her slight frame dropping her wrists. “oh… fuck.” you moan as you spill into your condom your cock twitching with each spurt as the two of you cum in unison. You bite down on her shoulder to muffle your groans as she moans into the pillows until the both of you slacken, the tension leaving your bodies but not leaving the room as RJ huffs holding the camera up for a few more seconds before setting it down and brushing past Wayne and the girls heading straight for the bathroom and slamming it shut.

You sigh and plant a soft kiss on Lorraine’s shoulder before pulling out and doing the same to her spine making her shiver and whimper at the loss of contact and pleasure. You lay beside her and sigh as she rests.

“You alright?” you ask cautiously.

When Lorraine lifts her head her makeup smudged and her hair strewn over her face, you chuckle brushing a hand through her hair affectionately as she leaned into your touch.

“Well, you’re a little showstopper aren’t you.” Bobby-Lynne smirked with her arms crossed over her ample chest.

“She ain’t little.”

“I’m not little.” she pouted, the both of you retorted simultaneously.

When you locked eyes with her you nodded before sliding off the mattress and removing the condom from your now semi-erect length, tying off the end before tucking it in the wrapper and sliding your boxers back on.

“I’m exhausted.” You breathed as you let your head loll back. “RJ’s gonna try to kill me in my sleep, I fear.”

Maxine cackled at that as Lynne snorted.

“He’s fine. He’ll get over it.” Lorraine sighed sitting up and rubbing at the shoulder you bit you watched her subtly press down on the red mark licking her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. you grabbed your shirt and walked towards her handing it to her for her to cover up.

“Get some rest. I’ll be on the couch.” You whispered.

She looked up at you with bright brown eyes and nodded softly. You hummed. “Alright show’s over get out, losers.” you waved away the crew before shutting the door behind you. Wayne smirked proudly and clasped a hand over your shoulder.

“That’s what I’m talking about, desperado!” He whispered his exclamation.

You couldn’t help your own boyish grin as you basked in the praise. At the start of this trip you weren’t a fan of Wayne, but while he made some questionable choices he was a wise man and his approval made something in you flutter. Jackson nodded his head. in your direction pulling a joint from behind his ear and holding it out to you.

“If she ain’t want you before, she’s gonna be all over you now.” He mumbled.

You took the joint and placed it between your lips, just holding it for now.

Maxine rolled her eyes and shook her head, her lips quirked up. Bobby-Lynne simpered as she eyed you.

Maxine perked up, “I give them three weeks.”

You sighed and let your head hang as you walked toward the couch and unzipped your bag pulling a tank top from it and rolling it down your torso before flopping on the couch and tossing an arm over your eyes.

The group said their goodnights before heading toward their designated rooms but not before you felt something small make an impact with your chest. “Goodnight, playboy.” Bobby-Lynne drawled.

You removed your arm from your eyes just as she cut off the lights. You blinked a few times, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as you looked down at your chest to see the pink lighter with the playboy bunny logo sitting on your diaphragm. “Goodnight.” You called.

You didn’t stop running until you were at least a mile away passing a few police cars on the trip.

“Fuck, I left my bike.” Vinny huffed hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

The alcohol in your empty stomach had sloshed around to the point of nausea. The world tilted and you felt light and heavy all at once. You gagged once. Twice. Your skin was clammy and turning green.

You jogged toward a storm drain and dropped to your knees puking up the alcohol in your stomach as your head spun. Alex stood by brushing your hair away from your face as you heaved. She pulled her scrunchie off of her wrist and tied back your hair and rubbed your back until you finished.

Ozzy giggled as Billie swatted at him.

Vinny walked over to you as you finally finished heaving and sat back on your heels. He squeezed your shoulder affectionately pulling your gaze toward him. “Thanks for having my back in there.” He smiled. The cuts and bruises on his face were nothing new to him.

“Always.” You rested your hand on his before standing up and thanking Alex for taking care of you, which she brushed off.

A van came speeding down the rode the five of you were standing in Oz stepped onto the sidewalk as the van slid to an abrupt halt the backdoors opening to reveal Lorraine, Maxine, Jackson and Bobby-Lynne.

“Y'all want to ride?” Bobby-Lynne simpered and held one door open while Jackson held the other.

Your crew looked to you for confirmation and you shrugged and climbed into the van with your mates following suit. The only empty seat was next to Lorraine as everyone settled in. You let Alex take it as you sat on the floor of the dark van. You looked towards the front Wayne winked at you through the rearview mirror as the doors shut.

You leaned forward a bit more and sure enough RJ was in the passenger seat cradling his stomach as he glared out the window.

You sat back onto your butt as the vehicle began moving. It was silent for a moment. Your heart rate started to slow as your adrenaline wore off. You became acutely aware of your bruised ribs and collar. Then you felt it. Then and only then. You hissed and tugged at the back of your shirt, pulled it up and hissed again as you had to lean forward, pain shot up your spine. You heard a couple gasps behind you.

“Is it bad?” You asked Bobby-Lynne, unable to see the wounds you could feel.

You heard a gravelly chuckle leave Jackson’s lips as he answered for the blonde. “You’ve got glass in your back.”

Your eyes widened as your friends began to pressure you to turn so they could see. Chaos erupted in the back of the van. Voices talked over each other, as you went nearly rigid with panic. Vinny as well as Ozzy visibly cringed at the sight of your lacerated skin. Alex rolled her eyes and turned you towards her so she could get a good look at your back before mumbling a curse under her breath.

She sighed.

“Oh my god.” Lorraine muttered at the sight.

“Well don’t just sit there pull it out.” You commanded.

You thought for sure Alex would be the only one willing to do it. “Do you have a first aid kit?” She questioned Wayne who was more focused on the road unwilling to get another ticket this month.

Not more than a moment later Maxine leaned forward with a roll of her eyes she pinched the glass between her two fingers and tugged it out with precision. You clenched your jaw gasping through your nose as your back arched and not a second later warmth began to trickle down your spine. Stinging the wounds, A stray bottle of vodka. “Fuck.” You cursed as Maxine kept plucking out shard after shard until she figured she was done and cascaded a bit more alcohol down your shoulders, She left you alone with a kiss to your shoulder to ease the pain, shocking you. She tugged your black long sleeve back down. You sighed, your back still stinging.

“Thanks.”

“You owe me now.” she shrugged. You shifted to turn back around as Wayne drove off campus. Your gaze lingered on Lorraine who seemed to be at a loss for words. You sighed and rubbed at your jaw.

“Hey, can you drop us off at our place? It’s like five minutes from here.” Ozzy asked as he held Billie securely in his lap while she wiped at his bleeding scratches with her thumb.

“Yeah, no problem, I’m gonna need directions though.” Wayne smirked.

You pouted, your eyes grew heavy, your body grew tired. Your head felt light, you felt yourself fixing to crash, you swayed and when Wayne took a sharp turn you ended up hitting your head on the center console Your arm jutted out and grabbed on to the nearest support, which happened to be Lorraine’s calf. She stiffened at the contact, her cheeks heating up as her eyes shifted towards you. She took a minute to scan your face seeing how exhausted you looked as your eyes drifted falling closed before you crumpled on the van floor losing consciousness.

Monday…

You groaned as you walked through campus, your sneakers dragged against the concrete. You sipped a smoothie through a straw as you trudged toward your film studies class. Surely you’d perk up when you finally got to see Lorraine. Plus the class had free seating so if you got there quick enough you’d be able to sit near her. That thought motivated you to walk a little faster.

The ground had some residual wetness from the rain last night and your body had some residual aches from the party last Friday. Your back still in the process of healing as well as your ribs made it hard to take a deep breath without wincing in pain.

You pushed the door to the lecture hall open and scanned the classroom. You smirked as you walked down the stairs to catch a seat on the far end of the front row with a perfect view out of the window. And it was where Lorraine usually sat. You took a seat and took out your notebook and laptop, setting them on the desk as you set your smoothie on the floor next to you.

You smiled politely at the professor as he entered the lecture hall from his adjoined office Lorraine trailing behind clutching her textbooks and a few extra assignments. Her eyes locked on yours in an instant, her brows furrowing.

You smirked at her.

“I didn’t know you were in this class.” she commented as she made her way off the stage and up the steps to stand beside you.

Your eyes scanned her figure with intention, taking in her outfit a pair of regular fit jeans and a sage green T-shirt that clung to her perky breasts but floated around her slight waist, an oversized jacket draped on top, and her headphones resting around her neck. She cleared her throat.

“Glad to know my presence is so memorable to you.” You mumbled sarcastically as your eyes locked onto hers again. “You look good today.”

The brunette’s cheeks heated up in an instant at the compliment, her fingers twitching around her books as she hovered, eyeing you for a second too long. She watched you fan your legs open and shut as you sat, giddy in her seat with amusement laced through your features. She looked at you, really looked at you absorbing your features, your slender neck, the way your T-Shirt clung to you stretching around your shoulders and clinging to your breasts and waist like a second skin.

Her gaze then shifted to the subtle musculature of your arms. Then to your hair and how it flowed, perfectly framing your face. That intense gaze and those plump lips. She was beside herself, a heat pooling in her belly as she shifted her weight onto her other foot. “Thanks, I like your shirt.” She complimented back. “And your presence is memorable. I just… usually don’t see you around often, especially not in here, I would have noticed.”

“Yeah?” you grinned that stupid boyish grin at her subtle admittance and the implications it left you to ponder.

She blushed even harder. “How’s your back? And head. You kinda fainted on me the other night. Literally.”

You groaned in embarrassment as you scratched at your neck. “Ugh, I’m alright. I guess I was kind of exhausted.”

Lorraine’s brows furrowed slightly in concern. “Well… I’m glad you’re alright.”

You smiled softly before sliding out of her seat, grabbing your things, stretching, and moving to the one just behind her. “There, now it’s warm for you.” You gestured to the seat. She smiled gratefully, her eyes low and her cheeks pink as she took the seat and settled in just as the bell rang signaling the last five minutes to get to class, students pouring in by the handful. She replayed you stretching in her head, the way your faded vintage t-shirt lifted slightly to reveal a peak of a tattoo and your abs, along with the way those jeans hung off your hips and clung to a certain bulge between your legs. She caught herself nibbling at her lip while running a piece of her hair through her fingers as her mind wandered. She was fascinated by you to say the least, the more she learned the more she wanted to know. A hunger settled in her psychological belly that told her she needed to consume every ounce of your mind, maybe your body too.

You caught a whiff of her jasmine shampoo and it made your entire body relax into the seat as you slouched and leaned forward.

“I heard you were coming with the girls and guys to help film this weekend, is that true?” You rasped in a whisper.

Lorraine shivered slightly and if you noticed you didn’t comment on it. She turned her head to the side, getting a peak at you through her peripheral. “Yeah, RJ said he needed hands so I figured I’d travel along.” She spoke softly, her accent thicker.

Her mind was preoccupied as it seemed to often be these days.

You nodded and pulled out your phone and shot a text to Bobby-Lynne.

You: I’m in.

Professor Rowe clapped his hands abruptly drawing the class’ attention as he began to take roll.

When class was over you walked out carrying Lorraine’s textbooks in one arm as you walked her to her marketing class.

“We should get lunch after this, if you’re free.” You suggested hopefully as you walked comfortably across campus.

“Sure that sounds good.” She smiled softly.

“What’s your favorite food?” You asked, trying to get to know the woman a bit more.

Lorraine hummed softly as she pondered your question as you neared the building her next lecture was in. “I like mexican food.” She answered, sounding unsure.

You nodded as you shifted her textbooks into your left hand to pull out your phone. “Okay.” You muttered letting her know you heard her as you looked up mexican food spots near you trying to find a good, quick service restaurant. “I actually make killer birria tacos. You should come by my place one day so I can cook for you.”

You looked up as the bell rang causing you to sigh. You handed her books over begrudgingly. Lorraine eyed you a second longer as she took the books from your arms with a small thank you. “I… don’t know if I should.” Lorraine muttered causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“What? Come by my house?”

Lorraine chewed on her lip avoiding your gaze as she nodded.

“Why not?”

“Well, RJ said that I shouldn't hang around you and your friends too much, he says you’re always getting into trouble…”

You rolled your eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Listen, RJ is a pretentious prick.”

“And what are you?” Lorraine shot back defending her boyfriend.

You scoffed.

“Listen, I’ve seen the way you operate, jumping into fights without a second thought, sleeping with multiple women, at least RJ is reasonable, and loyal.”

“Oh my god, spare me. Your boyfriend is a coward and he’s only loyal cause you’re the only one attracted to that slimeball. What is loyalty without opportunity?”

Harsh, much too harsh.

“Please, you don’t even know him.”

“And you don’t know me.” You cut her off before chewing on your cheek.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, okay.” The brunette tried to defuse your irritation, clutching her books tighter to her chest.

“You know, I never took you for the judgmental type.”

“I’m not.”

You chuckled dryly. “Oh, but you are… You better get to class, mouse. We can cancel the lunch. I should ask RJ for his permission first.”

Lorraine clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowed as her grip tightened around her books. “You’re being an ass.”

You hummed and narrowed your eyes at her before shrugging and turning on your heel strutting away with your hands shoved in your pockets seemingly unaffected. The petite latina sighed. she tugged open the door to her next lecture as you turned the corner leaving her behind.

She couldn’t figure out why she was so affected by you, and what you thought of her. And you couldn’t fathom why her opinion had to matter as much as it unfortunately did.

…

You sat in your car for lunch that day chewing on some fries with Alex next to you shoving a burger down her throat.

“So what happened after that?” Alex asked, her voice muffled by the mess of food in her mouth.

“I walked away.” You shrugged as you glared at your phone.

“Sheesh. I mean…” Alex trailed off. You tilted your head towards her.

“Don’t.”

Alex zipped her lips shut before she opened them again, talking over the half-chewed food in her mouth “Are you still gonna help them film?”

You chewed on your fries for a moment and shrugged. “Why not, I need the cash, plus I get to screw hot women.”

“You don’t think that that will make her feel some type of way? Maybe even reinforce what she said about your… habits.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care what she thinks.”

You did.

“Whatever you say, cupcake.” Alex shook her head.

Just then there was a rap on your truck window and your eyes met Bobby-Lynne’s who was holding up a couple twenty dollar bills pinched between her index and middle finger. You sighed and unlocked the door gesturing to the backseat. When she climbed inside she leaned forward and pecked your cheek.

“Hey, sugar.”

“Hey, Lynne.” You greeted while Alex smiled at the blonde and waved.

You took the cash from her fingers and tucked it in your pocket pulling a small, iridescent pink baggie from your pocket. “Just for you, babes.” You reached back to hand her the baggie with a few buds, strawberry cream wraps, and a couple sweet treats tucked inside.

“You’re the sweetest.” She grinned, taking the bag and examining the contents inside. “What are y’all up to?”

Alex gulped down her burger and spoke up. “We’re gossiping.”

“I don’t gossip.” You immediately denied. Only for Alex to wave you off.

“Ooh! What are we talking about?” Bobby-Lynne perked up her fingers rubbing at your shoulder.

Alex looks to you as you sigh and shift your gaze out the window.

“Lorraine and this one got into it last period.”

“What did you do to that little girl?” Bobby-Lynne swatted at your shoulder causing a growl to rumble in your chest for a second.

“I didn’t do anything to her, and she ain’t little.” You argued.

“Lorraine doesn’t approve of Y/N’s lifestyle. And surprisingly she wasn’t shy to voice it.”

You flinched slightly as your back passenger door opened abruptly, Maxine peeking her head into the truck catching your tense gaze as you watched her climb in and shut the door behind her. “What are we talkin’ about?”

You groaned as Alex chuckled and rubbed your knee. She reiterated the topic for a second time.

“Oh, please that little church mouse doesn’t even know you, or your lifestyle.”

“She ain’t little.” You grumbled.

“The point is… She doesn’t know you. So who cares what she thinks.” Maxine continued.

You shrugged and bowed your head picking lint off your shirt.

“I think our little devil has a crush.” Bobby-Lynne observed. You rolled your eyes and smacked your lips.

“Keep talking and I’m gonna kick y’all out my car.” You threatened half-heartedly.

Bobby-Lynne cooed while Maxine rolled her eyes. “I don’t like her. She’s always staring.” Maxine sneered while looking at her nails.

“Oh, stop! I think she’s just sheltered. You of all people should know what that’s like.” Bobby-Lynne chided Maxine gently.

You sighed and turned to look out your window catching sight of the very topic of conversation. She seemed to be looking for someone as RJ chattered her ear off about something she obviously wasn’t keen on listening to.

“If you like her you should try to understand where she’s coming from.” Alex commented towards you. “Plus she obviously wasn’t raised around people like us.”

“People like us? “ You questioned as you glared steadfast at the petite brunette who was nodding along mindlessly to RJ with pursed lips.

“Well, I’m gay, You’re practically a pornstar, not to mention the fact that you have a dick despite being relatively feminine presenting, oh and you’re a drug dealer… plus you’re essentially an orphan. Girls like her, sweet southern belle, preacher’s daughter, are taught to frown upon pretty much everything you stand for. Give her some time to get used to you, I’m sure she’ll come around.” Alex comforted.

“And if she doesn’t?” You muttered dejectedly.

“And if she doesn’t, I’ll be sure to put on an extra good show while we are filming so she knows just what she’s missing out on.” Bobby-Lynne smiled cheerfully before leaning forward and pecking your cheek again. “I have to get going. Jackson is gonna throw a fit if he doesn’t get a taste of this before lunch is over.” With that Bobby-Lynne propped open her door bending at the hips, surely flashing onlookers with how short her miniskirt was, and blew you a kiss before shutting the door with a thud and tucking the pink baggie into her cleavage with a wink.

You inhaled sharply through your nose as the sound of the car door shutting drew Lorraine’s attention. You watched as she watched Bobby-Lynne leave what she knew was your truck. Her eyes shifted to the Driver’s window but the glass was tinted. She sighed softly. You felt like she was staring straight at you though you knew it was pretty impossible for her to see you through the tint on your windows.

“I’m not putting on a show, playboy so you better fuck me like you mean it if you want to impress her.” Maxine shrugged before leaning forward and stealing one of your fries only to step out of the car and pop it in her mouth. “I’ll see you this weekend!” She called as she strutted away passing Lorraine with a glare as she chewed on the fry.

“Dude, how are those even considered shorts?” Alex commented. that caused your gaze to shift to Maxine’s ass as she walked, her cheeks peeking out of her daisy dukes. You shook your head.

With that you took a deep breath snatching your phone off the dash before climbing out of your truck and slamming the door behind you. You wrapped around the vehicle purposefully avoiding Lorraine’s gaze as you let Alex out of the passenger seat, holding the door for her. You trailed after the honey-blonde as she started walking towards the quad. You chanced a glance up and upon meeting Lorraine’s gaze you looked away shifting your gaze to RJ who was already glaring at you. You smirked and nodded in his direction before running a hand through your hair and turning your attention back to Alex tossing an arm over her shoulder.

“Dude, I know you aren’t using me to make her jealous right now.”

You chuckled. “Oh, I’m totally not. just trying my damndest to get under her skin.”

Alex rolled her eyes before wrapping an arm around your waist and leaning into your touch as the two of you walked. “Fine. But only cause you bought lunch.”

You patted the spot next to you as you stared up at Lorraine. She eyed the cement cautiously before sitting next to you a few feet away. You chuckled at the distance she forced between the two of you but made no move to get closer as you turned and brought your knees up with your ankles crossed your elbows locking them into place as you held your wrist with one hand. “Where are you from?” You asked.

Lorraine’s eyes widened at that before her eyes darted to her cowboy boots. “Houston. I only left for school.” her accent was prominent at the mention of her home.

“So you like it out there?” You asked as you eyed her.

Lorraine shrugged. “It’s home. It’s familiar.”

You hummed. “Well, I’m from here, Austin.”

Lorraine nodded at the new information, Though she didn’t need it she deduced you were from here just by the unavoidable slow drawl you had when you were relaxed into the conversation.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you tilted your head back to look at the sky, it had rained in the days leading up to this party so the smoke cleared up enough to see the bright stars in the clear sky, though the streetlamp that lit up the highpoints of your face made your jawline appear even sharper than it was and Lorraine’s eyes were drawn to it taking in your every feature and freckle as you awed at the stars above you.

“Do you always stare this much?” you asked as you tilted your head slightly and let your eyes fall back on the brunette. Lorraine looked down at that playing with her fingers before they came up to twiddle with the cross around her neck.

You sighed and tilted your head back up towards the stars. “Swallow.” You broke the silence seconds later. “I can’t see another way, we are born into feeling blue, just tell me I’m burning out. I know every word is true.” you sang your voice raspy and cracking as Lorraine hung on your every word her racing heart slowing at the soothing tone of your voice.

“Older and older the voice of wasted youth has never been so loud, over and over like powder in the barrel pushing deeper down.” You cleared your throat tilting your head down towards the earth glaring at your shoes. “Give up, swallow it whole, let go. Swallow it all come on. Swallow it all.” Your voice wavered this time from emotion and Lorraine could see as much, her heart ached for you, her mind wondered about you, about your past, about your future, about what was running through your head, here in the present that had you so choked up.

“And now rise and now repeat, ‘we deserve everything we own.’ The long road to transience the tightrope between our bones,” You clenched your jaw and coughed to relieve the tension in your throat before you sighed and turned to gaze at Lorraine who held your gaze this time.

“Every other step is met with vicious eyes. Strangers and lo—”

“Lorraine! What are you doing?”

Your head whipped over to the interruption and you chewed on your cheek at the sight of a sweaty and flushed RJ. A red solo cup wasin his hand as he glared at you narrowing his eyes before grabbing the woman by her dainty wrist and dragging her up and away from you as if you were a poisonous plant. You rolled your eyes and stood up dusting your jeans off as he rambled in Lorraine’s face about something. You brushed past him purposefully as you headed up to the front door. He muttered a curse under his breath as he stumbled and glared after you.

You re-entered the party smirking as a girl you were familiar with, Riley, greeted you at the entrance to the kitchen.

“Hey, rockstar! Your set was amazing!” She swayed on her feet slightly stumbling into you as some frat boy brushed past her. You glared in his direction before she cupped your cheeks drawing your attention back to her. “A group of us were about to play Truth or Dare, you up for it?” She asked hopefully as her thumbs caressed your face.

“Sure, Let me grab a drink first.” You go to stepped away before you were dragged back in by your face, a cup of spiked punch being held over your shoulder by those same red nails from earlier you tilted your head back and bent at the knees opening your mouth for her to pour the drink down your throat.

You took it all down before wiping the excess from the corner of your lips and turned to Bobby-Lynne who was beaming at you cheering and hooking her arm in yours before Riley began dragging you toward the den where multiple people were sitting in a circle including Lorraine, RJ, Maxine, Jackson, Ozzy, Alex, and Vinny. Wayne was also there but he was ranting about how he was too old to participate in such childish games and you agreed. You couldn’t fathom how or why the professor was even allowed to be here with Maxine, his student, in his lap. But you looked the other way. As did most of the people here.

You sat down on the floor resting your back between Bobby-Lynne’s legs as she played with your hair. You leaned your head into her lap as you rested your hand on Riley’s thigh stroking it as Bobby explained the rules. Essentially if you didn’t do the dare or answer the question you had to drink one shot for the question and two for the dare.

Lorraine was next to RJ who was glaring at you for some odd reason. Though your gaze was on Lorraine’s legs you couldn’t help but stare at the perfectly tanned skin. “Alright, I’ll start us off.” Jackson shrugged, reaching for the empty wine bottle in the middle of the rug and spinning it. It spun for awhile before landing on Oz.

He sipped his beer as he shifted Billie out of his lap as Jackson asked him Truth or Dare. “Dare.” he slurred easily.

“I dare you to make out with the hottest girl in here.” Jackson shot.

Oz smirked before turning to Billie and meeting her lips in a heated make out, the kiss was sloppy and wet and you had to look away in disgust as tongues began to be swallowed.

“I’ll spin for him.” You mumbled as their kiss didn’t break. You leaned forward letting your arm fall from it’s resting place and spun the bottle. it spun for a few seconds before landing on Jackson. “Truth or Dare?”

Jackson pondered as he sipped straight from a bottle of hennessy. “Dare.” You rolled your eyes.

after a few seconds of pondering you smirked mischievously as Vinny passed you the half-empty bottle of jack daniels. you took a swig of the honey flavored whiskey before taking hold of Bobby-Lynne’s ankle and removing her pink heel from one foot pouring a cap full of whiskey on the limb before gesturing towards it with a daring look in your eye as you moved away from your position between her legs settling into the space between Delilah’s. “Lick it off.”

Bobby giggled as Jackson crawled forward and took her ankle in his hand and Licking the Whiskey from her foot with a flat tongue as the group seemed to rile up RJ leaning forward to watch the act with intensity.

Your eyes drifted to Lorraine as you ignored the wet smacking and sucking sounds to your right. Delilah’s fingers caressed your neck wrapping around it as you held Lorraine’s gaze an unrecognizable look in your eyes before letting your attention be drawn away by Delilah’s gentle tilt of your chin upwards as she leaned forward and placed her lips on yours effectively making out with you upside down while her fingers stroked over your neck she tasted of weed and tequila and it was intoxicating as you laved your tongue over hers.

You pulled away when you heard the bottle spinning again your lips swollen and wet, your eyes half-lidded as your gaze fell back on Lorraine’s whose eyes were now locked intensely on the bottle that landed on you.

You chuckled. “Truth.”

Jackson smirked mischievously. “Tell the truth, how many people at this party have you slept with?” He asked purposely stirring the pot.

You lolled your head back into Riley’s lap as Oz, Vinny, Alex, and Bobby-Lynne snorted. You held up the bottle of Jack and pressed it to your lips gulping a few times feeling light in the head as Jackson ‘booed’ and gave you a thumbs down.

You shrugged and spun the bottle on the rug. It slowed to a stop on RJ. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” He replied with a slur. You sighed and inhaled deeply.

“I dare you to… show Lorraine your search history.” You smirked devilishly.

His eyes widened as he nearly choked on his beer.

“What?! Dude, no!”

You raised your eyebrows, a smug look taking over your face as he sputtered out his denial. you leaned back into delilah tilting your head back as you chuckled mischievously.

“Well, what’s in your search history?” Lorraine softly asked. The southern lilt in her voice was prominent as ever as she leaned forward to eye RJ holding his phone out of reach tucking it into his pocket as he leans forward to grab the bottle of Hennessy from jackson and tossing his head back as he swallows down a couple of big gulps.

You smirk as he goes green in the face before he can even set the bottle down. Next thing you know he’s clambering over people to get to the restroom so he can puke everything that went down, back up.

Ozzy was dying of laughter while leaning forward to punch your shoulder.

Lorraine looked slightly concerned and she was chewing on her thumb nail. She stopped biting her finger and leaned forward to spin the bottle. You gulped as it landed on you, you sat up straighter.

“Truth or dare?” Lorraine asked with a daring look in her eye.

You held her gaze pondering her question. “Truth.” You answered with your voice wavering.

She rolled her eyes before she leaned back in her seat only to lean forward again a moment later. “Tell the truth, what made you want to study film.

Oz trilled his lips and leaned back into Billie mumbling, “Boring,” under his breath.

Your gaze shot to him glaring harshly as you clenched your jaw. “Shut up, asshole.” You chided before turning your attention back to Lorraine. “Uh, why does anyone study film? I love movies and I want to be apart of making them.”

“Honey, if that were the case you would’ve never went to college.” Bobby-Lynne teased

“Yeah, from what I’ve heard you’ve been making movies since you turned eighteen.” Jackson chuckled.

“You’ve made movies?” Lorraine perked up her gaze never leaving yours even as snorts and chuckles erupted around the room.

You couldn’t help the way your lips quirked up as Delilah ran her fingers through your hair tugging slightly at the strands as she separated the tangles in your curls. “Uh…” You trailed off.

“What kind of films do you make?” Lorraine pressed. Her gaze lingered on the hispanic woman’s fingers running through your hair.

Riley buried her face in Bobby-Lynne’s neck as she laughed at the innocence of the latina.

Ozzy cackled out loud, and you, for once, became a bit timid as you sighed, eyeing the bottle of jack as you chewed on your cheek.

“What is everyone laughing for?”

Alex sighed softly before patting Lorraine’s knee and meeting your gaze, a soft look in her eye, offering to bail you out. You nodded in her direction and she leaned up on her knees before climbing into the spot on the sofa that RJ once occupied. “They make…” Alex paused trying to figure out how to word it. “...adult films.”

You pursed your lips into a tight smile as Lorraine looks from Alex to you with wide eyes. Bobby-Lynne perks up. “They’re good at ‘em too.” Bobby-Lynne winked teasingly at the petite brunette as Riley lifts her face out of the pale woman’s neck and nods approvingly at the comment.

“Is that right?” Lorraine asked you as her gaze shifted between the two women behind you who seemed to be in on something that Lorraine hadn’t had the chance to experience. Her eyes fell back on you expectantly.

“I’m decent.” You shrugged nonchalantly, though deep down you were vibrating with anxiety.

“Don’t be humble.” Riley teased as she ruffled your hair. “They are well past decent.”

Bobby nodded along as she eyed the latina curiously watching her reaction, noticing the way Lorraine shifted forward in her seat. “Especially with their tongue,” the bleach blonde added on— her thighs clenching at the memory.

“Mhm, they have this thing they–”

“Wait.” Lorraine shut her eyes, shaking her head as she tried to process the information. “You two have…” she trailed off as she pointed between Bobby-Lynne and you.

You shut your eyes and bowed your head, your hair falling in your face to shadow your features as the two women behind you laid your cards on the table.

“Oh, doll. Not just me, her too.” Bobby gestured to Riley who was subtly rubbing your thigh soothingly with her bare foot.

You peaked through your hair trying to catch Lorraine’s reaction as Ozzy kicked at your boot.

Maxine smirks, “Look they’re getting all shy over there. ‘Woe is me my little church mouse knows I’m a good fuck.’” She mocked your sulking.

You groaned.

“Alright, alright. Leave ‘em alone.” Alex defended standing up and moving over to spin the bottle.

You watched the vodka bottle spin as you kept your head down, an unpleasant feeling burning in your chest. It spun for a handful of seconds as the snickers and laughs died down before you sighed and rose to your feet stretching your long legs. “This is boring. I’m out.” You trashed before walking off towards the kitchen. You stepped over a few people and brushed past a few more as you headed straight for the bar, snatching a fresh bottle of whiskey off the counter and uncapping it. you tossed it back and gulped it down with practiced ease loving the burn down your throat that settled in the pit of your stomach with each gulp. You figured alcohol poisoning rather embarrassing so you set the bottle down and wiped at your lips with your sleeve tossing your head back and leaning against the bar.

“Hey, you okay?” You couldn’t envision that soft tone belonging to anyone else.

“I’m alright Lorraine.”You sighed running a hand through your hair before looking down at the dainty brunette. “Are you?”

“I’m fine.” The latina hesitated. “I was worried about you.” She scanned your face, her eyes soft and full of concern, her fingers twitching at her sides.

You chuckled dryly. “Worried?”

Lorraine nodded.

You hummed at that eyeing the brunette intensely. “Aren’t you a sweet little thing?”

The Latina looked taken aback, her eyes widening as her cheeks heated up. She opened her mouth to speak as she took a step backwards.

“I’m not little.”

You smirked and shook your head at her petulant response. “Okay, You’re not little.”

Lorraine, used to being teased about her short stature and soft features perks up at the respect you grace her with, something she doesn’t get shown often. In fact the look in your half-lidded eyes spoke for itself. Nothing behind them but amusement, admiration. Your gaze was intense and unwavering as you smirked that boyish smirk.

“Are you staring at my lips?” You asked, rather abruptly.

Lorraine looked away for a moment, her cheeks heating up even further. “You have a nice smile.” she whispered beneath her breath.

You tilted your head as you eyed her, unable to hear what she mumbled. “Huh?”

Lorraine met your gaze hesitantly, her lips falling open just about to respond when you heard glass shatter and raised voices as well as a few shrill squeals, the only thing missing…

“Fight!” You heard Ozzy bellow. Your eyes widened as you dropped the bottle on the counter and rushed towards the living room.

You pushed through the crowd of people and seen Ozzy and Vinny throwing volatile punches at a couple of frat boys as the women moved out of the way you pressed forward at the sight of vinny leaking blood from his cheekbone and a cut on his nose as he was tugged away from one frat boy by another. You lunged forward with your hands shaking until you clenched them into fists and jumped over the frat boy on the floor to get to the one who was wailing on Vinny. You cocked your fist back without a second thought landing a heavy jab to the guy’s jaw. everything and everyone else faded into the background as you fought alongside your boys.

You were tackled to the floor, the crunch of glass heard under the frat boy’s sneakers as he threw punch after punch at your chest and collar. You blocked your face with your forearms and shifted your weight wiggling under the punches raining down on your body, good news you couldn’t feel a thing, bad news, you’d feel it tomorrow.

The man was visibly nearly double your weight and his punches were heavy but sloppy and slow. You managed to free your leg from his straddling position and locked it over his before doing the same with the other locking your legs behind his knees before shifting your weight effectively flipping your positions with a practiced torque of your hips. You took advantage of the shift and began throwing heavy punches at his face until blood was smeared across your fists and splattered across your clothes and face. Next thing you know you are being tugged off the guy and falling back to the floor once again as Vinny steps in to kick at the guy's rib cage. Alex helps you up by your armpits. You thank her and go to lunge at the guy who looked ready to smash a glass bottle over Ozzy’s head.

You snatched the bottle from his hand.Just as the sound of sirens pierced your ears. “Police!” You yelled. Oz and Vinny jumped up and gathered their things as well as their women and pushed through the crowd to run out the backdoor. You looked around for a second and caught sight of Lorraine under Bobby-Lynne’s arm as Alex tugged at your wrist. Pulling you towards the exit.

It was loud, unbearably so. You were setting up in the backyard of the sorority house your group was performing at. Your head ached as usual and Lorraine was nowhere in sight. You sighed audibly as you got comfortable on the stage. Alex clasped a hand over your shoulder noticing your grave expression and furrowed brows. “Your head?” she asks and you nod. The Honey-Blonde gives you puppy eyes and a pout. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.” you mumble.

You clear your throat before addressing the crowd of people that gathered. Your black jeans hung off your hips uncomfortably and your skin tight black long sleeve did nothing to hide your rock hard nipples from the slight chill. Your hair was slick with gel and you had that signature smirk on your face as you gripped the mic. “How’s everyone feeling tonight?” You asked into the mic.

Cheers and ‘hoots’ erupted from the sorority girls as well as the frat boys. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Alright, these are my band mates. That pretty girl over there is Alex, she’s our bassist.” You pointed to Alex who was stage right. She grinned and waved at the crowd as they cheered. “The stud on the drums is Vinny.” The cheers grew as Vinny flipped his drumsticks around and settled onto his stool. “The smoke show to my left is our guitarist Ozzy, Say hi to the ladies Ozzy Boy.” You encouraged.

“Hey Ladies.” Ozzy drawled down his microphone. The women in the crowd cheered and squealed, making you roll your eyes.

“And well, some of you already know me, those of you who don’t have heard of me. My name is Y/N and I obviously do vocals.”

“You do a lot more than vocals!” Your eyes narrowed slightly as you scanned the crowd to see who shouted that out. That’s when your eyes locked on Bobby-Lynne.

You chuckled into the mic husky and confident. “I do, don’t I? I know there’s some ladies in here who can vouch for me.”

A few women and a couple sorority girls cheered at that. Your eyes scanned the crowd near Bobby-Lynne who was moving towards the front. Maxine trailing after her looking bored to say the least. You figured Lorraine wouldn’t be bold enough to be front and center so your eyes wandered to the back and sure enough you caught those pretty brown eyes already on you.

“Anyway, we are Swallow and this first song is called Ambrosia. I hope you like it.” You held Lorraine’s gaze talking to her specifically but keeping it general enough that you didn’t give anything away.

“One, Two, Three, Four.” Vinny Muttered down the mic.

[Ambrosia by siaynoq]

Ozzy got straight into a distorted guitar riff that blended with the cheers in the crowd. It wasn’t long before you came in with your seductive soft vocals to draw everyone in. Alex strumming her bass as you took over the stage.

“Paralyzed without your grace. How you wound me when you're away.” You tilted your hips forward as you tucked your chin slightly to sing while your eyes scanned the crowd. The cheap LEDs buzzed as they lit up your skin in silky indigo hues before fading into a more vibrant blue.

“Bleeding out into a crimson lake. Your voice helps to resuscitate.”

Yellows, oranges, reds fused beyond your eyes.

Ozzy and Vinny took over for the hook singing into their microphones, “Just a taste, Just one taste! Of Ambrosia!”

“So heed patronage at the altar on my lips.” You dangled the microphone above your head tilting your head back and running your fingers down from your bottom lip dragging all the way to your pelvis.

“Pull you in, rejuvenate. Cause there’s nectar in your taste.”

Ozzy and Vinny belted the hook into their microphones once again.

Vinny smashed his sticks against the drums aggressively carrying the tempo, his foot stuttering at speeds you couldn’t comprehend on the kick drum.

Pink washed over you. “Nectar on my lips. Nectar on my lips, Nectar on my lips!”

Ozzy took over for a smooth guitar solo followed by you and Alex harmonizing over the hook only to be trailed immediately by Ozzy and Vinny Belting the same lines.

You drew air into your lungs and bent at the hips cupping the microphone in your palm holding it to your lips as you screamed, “I just wanna taste, I just wanna taste!” Like a starved animal you scratched your vocal chords. “I just wanna taste, I just wanna taste!”

All as Vinny, Alex, and Ozzy continued the chorus on top of you. The lights faded to a sinister red as the song concluded.

…

When your set was finished you jumped off stage your voice raspier than ever from the five songs you just finished the House mother thanked you with a swift kiss to the cheek and a bottle of jack. You took a swig before passing the bottle off to Vinny as you wiped the sweat from your face with a towel she handed you. “Thanks.” You grinned energetically before she went off to do god knows what with some frat boy.

You leaned against the wall of the house as your bandmates chattered among themselves and pulled out a joint from behind your ear.

You searched your pockets for a lighter and huffed in exasperation before a lighter was flicked alight inches from your face startling you slightly as you stared at the ruddy fingertips wrapped around the pink playboy lighter the nails painted red. You leaned forward and let the end of the hand-rolled cigarette catch as you inhaled before rasping out a thank you as your eyes trailed along the arm. “No problem, playboy.” Bobby-Lynne smirked. “You were on fire tonight! I didn’t know you could sing like that.” The bleach blonde praised as she eyed you.

you smirked, removing the cigarette from your lips scissored between your fingers. “I didn’t either.” you chuckled a small puff of smoke billowing through the air before you pursed your lips and exhaled as Bobby-Lynne watched with a heated gaze.

“Don’t tell me that was all for the little church mouse.” Maxine smirked, taking the spliff from your fingers and leaning next to you on the wall. Your eyes took in her features, mousy brown hair, deep blue eye shadow that matched her blue tube top, a denim mini skirt and a pair of platform sandals on her feet. brown eyes but not woodsy brown like Lorraine’s or maybe it was the lighting.

You shrugged in response to her taking the joint back after she took a hit. Her pink lip gloss smudged on the end of it. you go to bring the joint to your lips only to have it plucked from your fingers by Bobby-Lynne leaning against the back of the house to the right of you. She took a deep hit before passing it back.

Your eyes narrowed. “What do the two of you want?” you asked suspiciously as you took a hit from the lipstick stained joint. Maxine rolled her eyes at you as Bobby-Lynne just simpered. “Whatever it is the answer is no.” you stated confidently.

Bobby’s grin widened at that. “Oh, yeah?” She asked, her voice teasingly seductive as her fingers walked up your arm through the sheer material of your shirt.

Maxine trailed her fingers across the skin peaking through the bottom of the slightly cropped long sleeve. You shivered as you felt your length respond, twitching in your tight jeans.

“We didn't even ask for anything yet.” Maxine whined.

You glared at her before passing the joint back to her. “go.” you commanded vapidly.

Maxine coughed slightly as she reached across you to hand the half-gone joint to bobby-lynne.

You felt your mind grow lighter and your eyelids grow heavier as you stared at bobby-lynne’s Pink lips wrapped around the spliff, she was wearing a pink bustier with a matching denim skirt as well as knee high boots. Maxine was the first to speak. “We want you to star in a porno we’re filming in Houston next week.”

You rolled your eyes as you took the joint from Bobby-Lynne and shut your eyes. “Why me?” You asked exhausted from this conversation already.

“Why not?” The two women said in unison.

You hit the joint before passing what was left of it to Maxine with a clench of your jaw. “It’s not like you have anything better to do, plus Wayne said he’ll pay you a couple hundred just to show up and help with production, and he’ll meet your price if you perform.” Bobby-Lynne listed the benefits. She took the small spliff and hit it one more time before dropping it to the concrete and smashing it under her boot.

You groaned and stepped away from the wall and the women’s wandering hands. “Y/N?” a soft voice called out to you, your heart racing as you watched the petite brunette approach you, you gulped at the sight of her, your eyes widening slightly as you took in what she wore. a flannel over a pair of denim shorts (there’s no way the women didn’t coordinate their outfits) and a crop top with a pair of cowboy boots on her feet.

“Lorraine.” you muttered.

“Hey, we were having a conversation.” Maxine cut in. “Are you gonna help us film or not?” She paused waiting for your reply as you just stared at Lorraine who looked between the two women with narrowed eyes.

“film?” Lorraine asked her eyes on Bobby-Lynne.

The blonde waved the girl off before taking Maxine's hand.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” you asked the brunette as you eyed her.

Lorraine shrugged.

Bobby-Lynne called your name in a sing song voice and you turned to glare at her at which she rolled her eyes. giving you a demanding look. “ugh, fine I’ll think about it. Now can I enjoy my night? please.” you asked rhetorically. Bobby-Lynne smiled brightly as she took Maxine’s hand and dragged her away.

You turned back to Lorraine, your eyes softening in an instant. “Hi.” you muttered with a soft smile as you gazed down at her.

“Hi. Um you never texted me.” Lorraine addressed nervously.

Your eyes widened. “If I had known you’d be waiting for it I would’ve texted you. That’s my bad.”

Lorraine nodded.

“Your set was amazing.” she complimented playing with her fingers.

Your face lit up, “You think so?”

“Yeah, you did great.” Lorraine met your gaze for a second before looking away.

you stood in comfortable silence before sighing. “You want to go somewhere quieter?” You asked.

She nodded slightly. you held out your hand and she took it. You hummed contently at the warmth that flowed over you, it was a lot like the feeling of alcohol warming your stomach as it goes down your throat except there were giddy tingles shooting up your arm at the contact. You carefully guided her through the crowd of people and around the side of the house, you opened the gate and held it with one hand as she trailed after you before letting it swing shut. You sighed as you walked down the driveway and came to a stop away from all the music that the walls vibrated with you turned toward Lorraine.

“I promised you a song.” You rasped, your voice cracking on a couple words due to the smoke and the strain.

Lorraine’s cheeks heated up at the sound of it as she tugged her hand away feeling the cold breeze blow through her clammy palm. “Yeah.” she mumbled as she swiped her palm on her flannel as you swiped yours on your jeans before sitting on the cement of the driveway, your chunky heel scuffing against the ground.

You hummed absentmindedly into the microphone as you warmed your voice up your guitar hanging by the elaborate guitar strap, the material digging into your cotton clad shoulder. Your mind racing with thoughts of a certain brunette.

“Dude you should’ve seen them. It’s like Fabio jumped into their body and said the most smooth line.” Vinny bragged to Alex, the bassist.

Alex smiled proudly. “It’s about time.” You rolled your eyes and flipped the girl off before she settled behind her microphone.

“Seriously though, dude. Good job.” Ozzy clasped his hand over your shoulder with a grin. “If you took too long I was gonna have to swoop in and get her away from that amish freak.”

You cringed at the insult that left Ozzy’s mouth.

“Wait, I thought he was Mormon." Alex muttered, her voice flowing through the speakers as she set up her mic.

“Dude isn’t anything but a pretentious little freak.” You mumbled into the mic before immediately going back to humming only to pause a second later turning to look at the drummer with scrunched brows. “And how could he be Amish if he’s a film major? Isn’t technology supposed to be like the devil to them?”

Oz shook out his shaggy hair before shrugging as Alex shifted, and brushed her honey-blonde hair away from her face, flipped her baseball cap backwards before grabbing her bass tapping each string to make sure it was tuned as Oscar did the same with his guitar strings and Vinny adjusted the placement of his drums. Somehow even though they were never moved they were also never quite in the right position.

You sigh and grip the mic on its stand as you stare at the garage door, a tapestry of Kurt Cobain stared back at you.

“Mascara.” You muttered the song title into the mic so your band knew what song to start playing. When everyone settled in you began singing as Alex plucked the strings of her bass before the drums and guitar came in for the pre chorus.

You took a sip of water as the instrumental played out as the song ended. “Oz, can you put a bit more sustain on your amp right quick?” You asked and Ozzy nodded, reaching down to his amp and twisting the dial.

You smiled thankfully as he played a few chords and looked to you for approval.

When practice was over you headed upstairs to your bedroom to finish some coursework and study. Your headache only grew worse the longer you stared at page after page of text. A soft knock on your door lured your attention away from your PC. “Come in!” You called out.

Alex popped her head in, her eyes scanning your hunched over frame. “How’s your head?” she asked in a whisper to not irritate your migraine further.

“Not any better, but I’m coping… What’s up?” You smiled.

She handed you a bag of fast food and a couple pain pills before passing you a can of coke. “Awe shit, thank you, Alexis.” You leaned your head back into her stomach from your position in your chair as a form of affection. “You’re the best.”

“Dude, Why do you still call me that?” She asked with a roll of her eyes as she ruffled your hair.

“Cause no one else does.” You shrugged and opened the bag of fast food snatching a fry and popping it in your mouth before cracking open the can of soda.

“Right, I have a favor I need to ask you.” She admitted going to sit on the edge of your bed before hesitating opting to sit on the futon, a designated safe space from the activities of your job.

“What’s up?”

“I need a ride to the library, I’m meeting Bea for a study date.” You sigh as you toss the pills into your mouth and sip your soda to swallow them down.

“Sure thing, let me finish eating and I’ll drop you off.”

“Sweet!” Alex smiled brightly, her cheeks plump and rosy. Her golden skin glowed in the streak of sunlight peeking through your blackout curtains.

“She still not giving you the time of day?” You ask as you bite into your burger and eye the smitten girl as she sits criss-crossed on your charcoal futon.

She shrugged happily. “She loves me, and she shows it. That’s all that matters.”

You hum as you smirk softly at the drummer. “When is she gonna come meet us?” You ask as you stuff a couple fries into your mouth.

“She’s a bit anxious around new people so I want to take it slow and try not to scare her off.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “I get that, especially with Ozzy sniffing around.”

Alex snorted as she watched you shut off your computer and grab your fry container and car keys before holding the door open for her. “Please. Bea wouldn’t even look in his direction.”

You headed down the stairs with Alex bounding down in front of you.

“She’s a keeper then.” You mumble before climbing into the driver’s seat and unlocking the doors, sitting your fries in the cup holder.

Alex glanced over your outfit, just some shorts that cover a little less than half of your thighs, a tank top and an oversized hoodie. up top your hair was messy as usual. “She is.” She mumbled as you pulled off onto the road driving with one hand— eating fries with the other.

When you got to the campus a few minutes later you climbed out and walked with Alex to the library, for no particular reason besides the fact that you hadn’t been in there since they asked you for four hundred dollars to rent a textbook.

By chance or by fate when you opened the library doors, your eyes scanned the building and its two different floors. Your eyes found Lorraine, a pair of headphones fixed over her ears as she had her nose buried in her film textbook before her eyes darted to her laptop and for once she was alone.

Alex bid you goodbye as she rushed off to Bea in the adjacent corner of the library that your feet carried you to. You went to say ‘hi’ but hesitated knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear you over the sound of her music so you sat across from her.

You watched her pen still on the page as her eyes slowly drew upwards her cheeks grew red as her eyes scanned from your veiny hands to your face not missing a single detail in between.

Lorraine pulled her headphones down to rest around her neck the buzzing sound of Pink Floyd whirring in the air. She brushed her hair behind her ears and set her pen down. “Can I help you?” She asked, unable to meet your gaze.

You smiled softly. “Hi, funny seeing you here.” you spoke just above a whisper.

“I come here basically every other day.” She informed.

“Good to know.” you nodded slowly as the conversation fell flat. Clearing your throat, you relaxed back into your seat more as your leg bounced under the table anxiously.

“What you studying?”

“Something for my History of Film class.” Lorraine answered quickly.

“Yeah?”

She hummed affirmatively.

“Are you always this shy?” You asked, spread your legs as you slouch in your seat, your knees brushing hers under the table.

The brunette rolled her eyes before glaring at you. “I’m not shy.” She argued in a mumble.

“Sure. Timid is more like it. Are you always this timid?” You teased with a playful smirk while you fanned your legs back and forth, your knee brushing hers consistently now. You tilted your head as she went to bring her headphones back over her ears. “Wait. I’m just teasin’. But you said you come here every other day… why?”

“To study, duh.” She replied with a roll of her eyes as she paused the video playing softly from her laptop.

“No shit. I mean, I see you around and you’re always studying so why study here after class? Why not head back to your dorm?” You asked, leaning your elbows on the table and clasping your hands together as you tilted your head curiously.

Lorraine’s gaze darted away from her book, to the table, to her laptop, to the wall behind your head then to your clasped hands settling there. “Cause, RJ is my ride and he’s filming something so he can’t give me a ride back until later.”

Her accent seemed heavier and her cheeks grew warmer. You could see her blushing hard. You knew RJ’s work. Only because You worked with Bobby-Lynne once in a blue moon. “Hmm… Grab your stuff, I'll give you a ride back.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Lorraine met your gaze nervously running her eyes up and down your frame as you rose to your feet and stretched causing your hoodie to ride up and give her a peak of your abs and the V-line leading down to the bulge of your pelvis. You reached down and tugged your shorts down a bit to cover more of your legs. A thigh tattoo stood out against your skin, a one-liner that the film major recognized. “The truth of a thing is the feel of it, not the think of it.” Lorraine read.

You looked down at her before looking at your thigh with a chuckle. “Stanley Kubrick.” You acknowledged before picking up her notebook and sliding it into her textbook to mark the page before shutting it.

“I didn’t know you were a film major.” She muttered as her eyes lit up.

“Then I guess you have a lot to learn about me. Come on.” You gestured with your head towards the exit as you walked away with her textbook giving her no choice but to follow you. She quickly shut her laptop and tucked it into her tote bag before rushing after you.

You held the door for her as you walked out to the parking lot.

“I assumed you did music production since you’re in a band and all.”

You smirked and shrugged. “Nope. I thought about it but I taught myself how to mix and engineer audio by senior year of highschool.”

You smiled down at the petite girl.

“Hmm, so your music is on all platforms I’m assuming.”

You nod easily as you tug open the passenger door. Lorraine climbs into the boxy, old Ford and shuts her door. You get in the driver’s seat and hand her her textbook.

“‘M gonna need directions.” You mutter as you start the truck and begin driving, one hand on the steering wheel.

“Of course.” Lorraine gives you instructions to her dorm as you drive in a comfortable silence.

“So… how long have you and RJ been seeing each other?” You asked cautiously not wanting to give your feelings away.

Lorraine’s eyes widened for a second before she straightened up in her seat. “A little over a year.” She shrugged as she stared out the window. “Turn left up here.”

You switched lanes skillfully before stopping at the red light taking the opportunity to observe the brunette. The first thing your nose focused on was her flowery scent. Meanwhile Lorraine had to stop herself from inhaling deeply. Your earthy scent permeated throughout the fabric of the car's interior, intoxicatingly alluring, yet, subtle.

“Nice.” You tapped at the steering wheel with your long fingers. “So you two are serious?” You ask.

Lorraine turns to examine you and you turn your head back to the road doing your best to hide the hopeful look in your eye.

“Why do you want to know?” Lorraine asked suspiciously as she narrowed her eyes at you.

“No reason, Just making conversation.”

“Make another left on University.” She pointed and you nodded making the turn. “It’s this one on the right.”

You stopped in front of the building before climbing out of the truck. You grabbed her textbook and tote from her when she opened her door.

“What are you doing?” She asked cautiously as you took the tote bag from her arms.

“I’m walking you up.” You explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world before you scrunched your eyebrows and walked up the stairs of the dorm building with the brunette leading the way.

Your mind wanders to the times you’ve seen her walking with RJ and you realize she carried most of the equipment you shook your head condemning the lazy man under your breath. If she were yours…

“Well, thank you for the ride, and for carrying my stuff. Three flights of stairs is hard enough to walk up without all the extra weight.”

“No problem, I’m happy to help.” You hand her the bag and the textbook as she holds her dorm door open with her foot. She takes the items from you and smiles softly.

You stand there a second longer, turning on your heel to walk back down stairs before you turn back around with a finger to your temple. Your heart beat rapidly as you took a deep breath and prepared for rejection. “Um. Can I get your number? You know to share details about the party this weekend and other future gigs. Maybe get some coffee or hang out sometimes.”

Lorraine reached into her bag not even looking up at your slight ramble before she pulls out a sharpie and grabs onto your hand uncapping the marker with her pearly white teeth writing down ten digits and smiling softly at you as she recaps the sharpie and heads into her dorm shutting the door softly.

Texas was dreary this time of year. Yet the heat persisted, It always had. You had always dreaded the summer heat, it was a wonder you ever made it to the University of Texas. Not because you were a slacker in high school but because you genuinely dreaded the heat. But they had the best film program in the state plus Farrah Fawcett and that was enough for you.

Your head ached something miserable as you stood in the dreaded heat blanketed with smoke and the smell of burning wood. Fire season. Times like this there was little remedy, except for the freshman that sat a couple rows in front of you in your film studies lecture hall, Lorraine.

She was petite and reserved, her dark hair flowing in the small breeze that lifted and brushed through the long deep brown waves that rested against her spine. She was wearing little else besides shorts that reached her mid thigh, unless she was sitting, and she was. Accompanying her short black shorts was an oversized white button-up rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes scanned her textbook looking contemplative, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Dude, there isn’t a thought behind your eyes.”

It took a hand waving in front of your face to draw your attention back to the bench Vinny crouched atop. His expression long as he gazed at you with mild irritation. “What were you saying?”

He scoffed dryly before pulling his hoodie over his cropped, caesar cut until he was freed from the oppressive heat trapped inside the thick material. That left him in his graphic metal tee that clung to him despite its regular fit due to the sweat he managed to accumulate. “Are you coming to practice today or am I gonna have to cover for you again?”

He tugged at his t-shirt as you answered, “When’s our next gig, again?”

“This weekend, we have that frat party.”

“Right, then. I’ll be there after work.”

“Everyone’s gonna be pretty drunk though so I’m not stressing.”

You nodded mindlessly as your eyes drifted back to the object of your longing.

“Good, cause there’s no Swallow without our frontman.” He smirked and pulled out two crumpled twenty dollar bills and passed them to you. That jumpstarted your brain enough to have you stuff the money in your pocket and reach into your bookbag handing him a small baggy with a good amount of budded purple flower inside. He hurriedly shoved it in his pocket and you zipped your bag back up and slung it over your shoulder.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A moment of comfortable silence. “So… Is this why you wanted to meet in the film section? so you could stalk your little girlfriend, who isn’t your girlfriend cause she has a boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes opting to ignore him.

He kept talking— as most men would, given the opportunity— “…Why don’t you go ask her out anyway, I mean that’s how Ozzy got Billie.” Vinny suggested referencing how the guitarist in your band got with his current girlfriend. “Snatched her right from Justin.”

“Yeah and Oz is a loser for taking his friend’s girl like that.” You condemned easily. “Why are you still here, anyway?”

Vinny scrunched his face. He mumbled a quiet, “Rude.” His foot jutted out his steel toe boot colliding sharply with your shin causing pain to reverberate up your leg shocking you. He ran off.

You growled staring at Lorraine a second longer before chasing after your bestfriend.

“Get back here!” You yelled, unknowingly drawing attention. Lorraine’s eyes lifted and narrowed as she took in the childish scene and boyish roughhousing. Her eyes rolled in annoyance as she watched you chase around the man looking like middle schoolers playing tag. Her gaze lingered as you caught up to the dark haired man and lunged for his middle, tackled him to the ground throwing pulled punches as he tried to get away. Her eyes lingered on your frame and the way your muscles flexed under your tight band tee, the way your jeans hugged your ass and thighs before flaring at the ankle, everything about you screamed alternative, especially the small tattoos that littered your arm.

When the two of you tired each other out you sat laughing in the grass your hair fallen in your eyes and tousled. You stood up first and helped the man up before your head turned back towards your crush, your childlike grin fading as Lorraine quickly averted her gaze back to her textbook eyes wide and cheeks reddened.

Pretty soon Vinny was leaning on your shoulder whispering into your ear as the brunette watched from her peripheral. Then you were being begrudgingly dragged into her direction.

“Hey!” Vinny bellowed only to be nudged in the ribs by you as you neared the bench Lorraine was sitting at.

He effectively dragged you by the back of your shirt until you drew near enough to carry a conversation without straining your voice.

You twisted your hands nervously behind your back as you looked anywhere but at the group of perceivably pretentious film students. Your eyes lingered on Lorraine but the moment your gazes met you looked away, your face blank, seemingly uninterested.

“My buddy wanted to know if you guys wanted to come to the party our band is playing at this weekend. There’s gonna be booze, women, and good music.” Vinny shrugged casually.

The brunette wasn’t by herself, lonesome as she looked. Her boyfriend, Archie or some shit was sitting a foot away from her leaning over the table conspiratorially as he chatted with two girls you recognized. One whose name you’d never forget. Bobby-Lynne was the first to speak up. Her blonde hair glowed in the sun rays that peeked through the clouds of smoke. “Why isn’t your buddy doing the asking, then?” She leaned forward eyeing you teasingly before blowing a bubble with her bubble gum.

You huffed and looked into the older woman’s sea green eyes. “Hey Bobby.”

Bobby’s mischievous grin widened upon hearing you rasp her name, she bit down on her lip recalling the last time you were rasping her name. “Hey, Y/N.” She greeted obviously enjoying your torment wiggling her fingers in a flirtatious wave, despite her man sitting with a strong arm slung over her shoulder unbothered by her flirtation.

“Uh, Yeah. Anyway, it’d be cool if you guys showed up, watched the show and got a little drunk. Come if you want.” You shrugged. Your eyes drifted over Lorraine who was possessively wrapped under RJ’s arm, her gaze low. if you weren’t mistaken she was staring fairly obviously at your crotch.

You cleared your throat and shrugged nonchalantly shifting on your feet to cross your legs.

“What’s your band’s name again?” Maxine asked leaning into her boyfriend's embrace though her eyes lingered on Vinny a second too long.

“Swallow.” You answered easily.

Lorraine looked up at that. Her gaze finally meeting yours, you smiled softly before looking at Maxine.

“Swallow?”

Lorraine asked as you nearly melted. Your heart pounded at the sound of that sweet southern lilt softening her voice.

“What is that like a sex joke or somethin’.” Her boyfriend whose name you ought to learn asked with a snort.

You rolled your eyes, the thought that this mediocre wannabe thinks he’s better than you lighting a fire in your veins. Enough to send you out of your introversion. Your hands unclasped behind your back as you tucked your thumb into the belt loop of your jeans confidently. “Actually I named it after the first song we played together.” You smiled sarcastically at the long haired tool.

“And to me and our guitarist, Ozzy, it’s a sex joke.” Vinny smirked proudly.

“How does the song go?” Lorraine compelled, leaning her cheek on her palm as she waited to hear your voice again.

You hummed shifting your gaze from RJ’s to his lover. “I’d love to tell you all about it, but I don't want to bore the rest of your friends.” You pretended to ponder for a second, “I’ll tell you what… find me after my set at the party and I’ll sing you all the songs your heart desires.” you smirked.

Vinny looked on with a toothless grin at your smooth-talking. His hand clapped you on the back, jolting your shoulder forward slightly as the boyfriend stiffened in his seat.

You tore your mask and gown off with a smirk after another successful transplant surgery. You glanced up to the gallery and your smirk instantly dropped, your eyebrows scrunched as you headed to the sinks to scrub out. Your eyes locked on an anxious looking Millin who looked a moment from hurling herself off a building.

It had been a while since you last spent time with her. She had found what was apparently the girl of her dreams and had had tunnel vision ever since. Something you respected. You fell back and focused on your work. But when you looked at her now you knew something was terribly wrong.

You exited the scrub room and made your way to the Attendings’ Lounge. Your shift ending soon. You decided to take the moment to undress and wind down. You were in the middle of changing. Your scrub top was in your work bag waiting to be taken to your apartment to wash and you were buttoning up your jeans – only wearing your black bra – when Jules slipped quietly inside the room, eyes red and puffy. She paced back and forth for a moment.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked your voice soft with concern in that way that made the mahogany-haired woman’s stomach churn and heart warm.

She stopped pacing, her eyes trailed from your socks to your abs and further up to your face. She seemed stuck in time, a tear slipping down her cheek that made you drop the black long-sleeve you were about to don and pull her towards you by her arms. Your thumbs swiping the tears from her cheeks, a pit sinking into your gut. You questioned more insistently, “What’s wrong Jules?”

She attempted to pull away from your touch but you refused to let her.You cupped her cheeks attempting to draw her stormy brown eyes to your own – she refused to yield. “Hey, don’t do that. You came to me for a reason. Talk to me. I want to help,” You whispered patiently, tenderly.

Jules didn’t want that right now. She shoved your chest harshly making you stumble backwards nearly falling over an end table. Your lips parted in shock.

“Jules.” You mumble and she wiped her tears with her palms. A deep breath and more silence…Your jeans sagged on your hips as you waited.

“Just… don’t.”

You nodded slowly. She still couldn’t meet your gaze.

“She left.” Jules spat through gritted teeth like she was in physical pain and your expression instantly slacked from confusion as the realization dawned on you.

“Wait… Yasuda sh–”

Jules runs her fingers through her hair as more tears breach her stormy irises that still refused to meet yours.

“Fuck.” You mumbled knowing the brunette well enough to know if you dared showed an ounce of pity she would run and never look back.

“Yeah.”

The door to the attendings’ lounge swung open in that moment and you grunted as Millin shrunk in on herself. You brushed past her and glared at Dr. Ndugu, pushed a hand against his chest, and forced him out of the room as he protested.

You walked back to your locker and pulled your long-sleeve over your head before wrapping your jacket around Jules’ shoulders. You snatched your bag up and pulled your shoes onto your feet, then you wrapped a strong arm around her waist and guided her out of the lounge. Her head hung, her footsteps unsteady.

You bypassed families and coworkers alike not even chancing a greeting as you guided her out of the hospital and into your old F-150. You opened the passenger door and practically lifted her into the truck, tugged the seatbelt over her trembling frame and shut the door. You climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot carefully.

Five minutes into the drive she began sniffling. Five minutes after that the silence of the road was replaced by the sound of her heavy sobs. Your jaw has set by the time you pull up to your apartment. You shut off the engine and slouched into your seat. Gazing at her as she sobbed and after a while you opened your arms offering a shoulder.

She glanced at you teary-eyed and sniffling to keep her nose from running. The sleeve of your jacket over her mouth to muffle the sobs that tore through her and you draped your arm over her shoulders. She scoots into you leaning towards you sliding across the bench seat until her head is resting on top of your thigh her tears seeped through the denim as you rubbed her shoulder and back soothingly.

“Let it out.” You whispered.

She sobbed harder burying her face into the denim of your jeans as you moved to pull the elastic from her hair and stroke your fingers through it. “I’ve got you.”

“She left me!” She cried out.

“I know. I know.”

An hour later the sobbing seemed to recede and Jule’s phone was blowing up with texts from her friends wondering where she was. You watched as she held down the power button and turned her phone off.

“Let’s go inside. I’ll heat you up some leftovers and we’ll watch a horror movie.”

Jules rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I don’t need coddling, I need something hard.”

You smirked at the unintentional innuendo.

Her face scrunched in disgust and she smacked your chest. “Not! Like that!”

She groaned. You laughed warmly. “Ouch.”

“Don’t be a baby. I just meant Tequila.”

You nodded as you climbed out of the truck and she followed, wiping her face with the sleeve of your jacket. Her nose, eyes, and cheeks rosy. “I don’t keep that shit in my house, it tastes like cayenne pepper and bad decisions.” You shiver at the memories as Jules groans loudly and drags her feet.

“I have whiskey though.” You informed as you walk up the steps and open the door to your apartment building.

“That’ll do, I guess.”

You nodded as you walked up the flight of stairs with the brunette in tow. You finally reached your apartment and unlocked the door. You dropped your bag and kicked off your shoes, setting them on the rack. Calmly, you made your way to the cupboard reaching up to the top shelf. You pulled down the large three-quarters full bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Jules sighed and leaned against your kitchen island shoes having tracked in mud but you’re too focused to care. You opened the bottle and poured two glasses to which Millin snatched them both and downed the sickly sweet liquid inside. You gaped in shock and chuckled as she grimaced and wiped her lips. You poured more into the glasses and snatched the second one before she could get her hands on it. You took a breath in and clinked your glass against hers. You tapped the glass on the counter and breathed out, tossed it back with her and inhaled slowly– shivering in disgust.

Jules smirked. “Pussy.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to the fridge to pull out the leftover fried chicken and homemade mac and cheese.

“How do you find time to cook?” The brunette asked as she poured herself another glass.

“Day off.” You mumbled with a smirk as you pressed the buttons on the microwave to heat the food and moved to the fridge to grab a Powerade.

You slid the bottle of blue electrolytes to her. “Electrolytes with your liquor?”

Jules rolled her eyes and twisted the cap open begrudgingly taking a sip. You nodded approvingly and headed to your bedroom to get undressed. You sighed as you tugged your shirt over your head and unbuttoned your jeans letting them fall, still stained with the brunette’s tears.

You stood confidently in your boxer-briefs and bra taking a breath and a moment to yourself. You were shedding your boxers and pulling up a pair of thin pajama pants when Jules walked in with her thumb pointing to the kitchen her eyes instantly falling on your limp dick.

You cursed and turned your back on instinct.

Her spluttering halted as she tilted her head and smirked at the ink scribbled across the back of your thigh, “Is that a tattoo?”

You hurriedly pulled the pajama pants up and tied them securely. “What did you need?”

You asked ignoring the heat in your cheeks and ears.

“What does it say?” She asks referring to the tattoo on the back of your thigh just below the curve of your glute.

You groaned and brushed past her hearing the microwave beep. “Your dinner is done.”

You tried to brush her off but she didn’t let you. She followed you into the kitchen and poured herself another glass as you grabbed her a fork and slid the tupperware to her.

“I won’t eat until you tell me what it says. I will starve myself, I swear.”

You roll her eyes at her tipsy dramatics. “Fine. It says ‘Pleasure Over Matter.’”

Jules snorts before keeling over laughing and you smirk embarrassed but glad to see her smiling. You just watch her with a soft look in your eyes. “Now eat your food. You know you want it.”

“You are so… full of yourself, my god!” She cackled.

You rolled your eyes and picked up the fork, stabbing some elbow noodles and held it to her lips. “Eat.”

She takes a bite and moans softly before taking the fork and digging in. “Am i drunk already or are you a good cook?”

You smirk. “Both.”

You watched her eat and poured yourself another glass of whiskey and downed it in one go. You stuck your tongue out and made a noise of distaste. Jules eats slowly but surely and taps her glass for you to top her off. You do. She downed it, took a pointed sip of Powerade and went back to eating as you screwed the cap on the bottle and placed it in your freezer to the brunette’s disappointment.

“Come on.” You mutter and guide her to your living room as she eats. You turn on the tv and let her pick a horror movie as you sink into the cushion of your couch beside her. She settles on Scream, one of her favorites.

You sit through most of the movie together. She finishes eating and sips at the Powerade you gave her and she turns to look at you. “How are things with you and Dr. Shepherd?”

You press your lips together and turn away from the gorey movie to hold her gaze. “Uh… nonexistent. I don’t accept that type of betrayal as something to move past.”

Jules nodded slowly. “So you two are over? Like for good? How can you walk away that easily?”

You snorted. “You just walk away and don’t look back.”

Jules nodded slowly again. The alcohol made her slow to process. “Is it that easy?”

You scan her face and realize hastily she’s conflating her situation with Yasuda to your’s. “Hey, she’s a fool for leaving you. Don’t get me wrong, grief makes people do stupid things they wouldn’t necessarily do… but.. You didn’t betray her. You did nothing wrong. She simply walked away. And that might be what she needed… that doesn’t reflect on you, Jules. That reflects on her. You deserve all the love in the world. Someone who will see it through with you. Not that half-in half-out bullshit you usually settle for. She’s going through a lot and she made the choice to deal with that on her own and abandoned you in the process. That’s the facts of the situation. Focus on the facts, don't draw conclusions, especially ones that mess up your own self worth.”

Jules nodded her eyes tearing up again. “I just.. I feel so..”

You nod slowly. “Hurt?”

She nods and wipes at her eyes. “I thought… we could get through it together. I thought we had something. I just don’t want to think anymore. I shouldn't have ever gotten involved, I should have kept my head down.”

You sigh and pull her towards you by her ankle until her legs are across your lap and you hug her. “Don’t shame yourself. There’s no shame in… falling in love. You’re human.”

“I-I know, but…”

You shush her as she sniffles against your neck. “There is no but. You lead with your heart that was brave. Not stupid.”

Jules fell silent sniffling over the screams that echoed from your flatscreen. You held her together and kissed the top of her head and she leaned into you. She looked teary-eyed and dejected and you pouted, bringing a hand to her cheek. She leans into your touch and you clench your jaw as she gives you a certain look, her gaze darkening as she leans upwards her lips parting slightly. You rest your forehead against hers.

“Are you sure?”

She responds silently by bringing a soft hand to the back of your neck, her nails gently biting into the flesh there. You nod slowly and lean in to capture her lips. You stop just before they meet. “You won’t hate me for this?”

Jules pulls back to catch your eye. “Shut up.” She mumbled and captured your lips roughly with her own and you melted– kissing her back with a certain reservation. While she… she was rough with you because she knew you could handle it. Handle her. That’s what she wanted…to be handled. And handled well.

She bites down on your lip and straddles your lap as she forces her tongue into your mouth and you suck on it causing her to groan and pull away only to dive back in– her hands trailed over the lace of your bra and down your clenched abdomen.

You dragged your lips away from hers and along the edge of her jaw to catch your breath. You smirked and licked her pulse point sucking lightly before moving on. The brunette shrugged your jacket off her lithe frame and pulled her scrub top over her head.

You licked your lips as she cupped your cheeks before dragging your head forward so that your swollen lips grazed against the tops of her breast. You kissed the skin languidly feeling her heart pound under your lips as you reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand.

She chuckled as you smirked devilishly and pulled the straps down her arms until you were able to toss the constrictive garment aside. “You’re so smooth with that.”

“Practice makes perfect.” You mumbled before sucking one of her rosy pink nipples into your mouth laving your tongue over the peak as you massaged the other. She grinded down on your abs as your mouth world her eyes on your face as she pushed your hair out of your way.

You switched to her other breast as she grabbed your free hand and untied her scrub bottoms before shoving it inside. YOu moaned against her breast as you cupped her wet cunt over her panties before pushing them aside. She gasped as your fingers gently traced her clit.

You rubbed the bundle of nerves languidly trailing your fingers further until you could swipe some of the slick from her entrance up against her button. Jules' hips jerked and her head fell backwards. “Fuck. Please.”

You released her nipple–a string of your spit connecting you to her breast still. You cupped her jaw and dragged her lips back down to yours as you plunged a single finger into her entrance swirling it around. She moaned into your mouth her arms wrapped around your neck as you swirled your tongue over hers.

You nibbled her lower lip as you curled your finger. She pulled away with a whine– her clit dragging over the heel of your palm. You knew what she wanted before she even asked plunging a second finger inside her tight, wet heat. She groaned and let her forehead rest against your’s.

“Feel good?” You smirked as you dragged your fingers through her pussy rubbing against the textured patch just inside her entrance.

Her back arched as she whimpered and grinded her clit harder against your palm. She rolled her hips perfectly to ride your long fingers that reached deeper than anyone else ever could including herself. Her breath fanned against your face and smelled of pure whiskey–how intoxicating. She nodded mindlessly and you chuckled hotly.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck. Yes!” She cried as you scissored your fingers inside her.

You groaned as she tightened around your fingers, more wetness gushing into your palm. You fucked your fingers into her faster in response. You made sure to hook your fingers on every pull to drag against that spot that made her walls clench tighter every time. That spot that made her hold on your wrist tighten and that airy moan spew from her lips. Her face scrunched in pleasure.

“Right there?” You inquired though you knew the answer before she frantically nodded her head in desperation.

You smirked and scissored your fingers inside her. Feeling her walls tighten and her cunt gush in response. The brunette ground her clit against your palm letting out a growled mewl.

“There you go, take what you need.” You whispered and sucked her pink nipple back into your mouth as she rode your fingers frantically.

Jules whined and bounced on your fingers insistently canting her hips forward to rub her clit against your palm over and over. That's when you brought your other hand down and swiped at the bundle of nerves hastily, your fingers slipping on the sheer amount of slick.

You arched your hips up unconsciously seeking attention but remained focused as Jules' breath stuttered. The smell of whiskey filling your senses as she cupped your cheeks and brought your lips to hers her eyes rolling back as her back arched–-with a gush and a breathless whine she came hard all over your hands. Her eyes rolled back and her breath caught as you rubbed her clit and g-spot simultaneously as her walls seized.

The sounds spilling from her lips tasted of pure heaven on your tongue as you pulled away to gaze at her pleasure-overcome features. Her eyebrows drawn together her lips open her jaw tight. Her hips canted wildly chasing the euphoria you helped her achieve until it all came crashing down.

The brunette slackened in your arms. Her breath fanning against your neck, her mahogany tresses tickling your jaw and shoulder as you wiped her slick on her thigh before pulling your hand out of her pants and wrapping her in your arms holding her close. Silence befell the room, the credits of the movie playing in the background as she caught her breath.

Jules shuddered as she was hit with aftershock after aftershock. Her eyes welled up again as the euphoria faded and her reality came crashing back down on her. You heard her sniffle and instantly tightened your arms around her.