maeve

no typical campus buzz today, rather the end-of-week exhaustion settling in. fridays always seem to drag, especially by the end of the year, when freedom is near but not quite near enough.

you've slugged through it long enough, gotten through a quiet class that hardly anyone else showed for, and noon's just hit. you have just enough time to grab a bite to eat before your sorority gathers in the late afternoon.

... ugh.

you'd give anything for a rest this evening, or to be able to support your girlfriend at her soccer practise. it's been a while since you could.

the walk towards the dining hall is more comfortable than usual, no tightly packed crowds to dart through, but still, your face contorts into that of utter disappointment as you swipe your id over the door and step inside.

there is a line.

a line bigger than you have ever seen in this — usually — ghostly place.

"jesus, fuck me gently," you whisper to yourself, clutching your notebook against your chest as you begin the walk to the back of the line. "jus' wanted some food."

everyone else shares the displeasure, judging by the sunken, soulless eyes and heavy frowns that you pass. the chatter echoes off the walls, every word around you blurring into a gradient, easy to tune out but still harsh on the brain.

so when you hear the faintest call of what could be your name, you don't pay it any mind — that is, until you get just a little closer, and hear it again. this time you make out a pretty familiar voice, raspy, curling around each vowel in your name like a miracle.

she stands in the line, a lazy smile on her lips and her hands in the pockets of her jeans.

"ellie!" you give her a bright smile, approaching with a renewed pep in your step. your hand grazes the fabric barrier, clutching it as you eye the girl on the other side. your head snaps back to the front of the line, then the end of it, and you make a pretty hasty decision. "can i get in line with you?"

"what's in it for me?" ellie replies, quirking a brow at you. you fumble over words, batting your lashes like it's the only thing you know how to do anymore, and she chuckles. "yeah you can, pretty girl. i'm messing with you."

"ugh. hold this," you say, handing your notebook across the divider, where ellie quickly slides her hands out from her pockets and takes it for you.

you stretch the divider as far upwards as you can to climb under, drawing a few complaints from the people behind ellie. you don't pay them any mind, you can't, because ellie keeps her back to them and pulls you against her side to share some warmth.

"you are a lifesaver, 'cos i'm on a time crunch and i am starving," you say. your hand gravitates to one of the usual places, the string of her open hoodie, where you fiddle and play. "what's with the line?"

she shrugs, lips curving down. "your guess is as good as mine, angel. what's your time crunch about?"

"another sorority meet," you mumble. "i wanted to come watch practise tonight. i miss vi. and you. and..."

"owhh, whiny girl." ellie grins, and just like that, her hand drops from your waist to the frills along the back of your skirt. your back straightens, filling her open palm with your ass, where goosebumps rise along the skin beneath the fabric. "yeah, we miss you. you're so busy."

"my damn sisters!" you exclaim, pouty lips drawing another laugh from ellie. "just 'cos we're getting closer to the end of year, we have to have all these stupid meetings and organise stuff... like, i'm busy! with college!"

she tuts, shaking her head. "well— are you coming to watch us play on sunday? vi told you? we can't play without our little cheerleader in the bleachers."

"she did," you confirm with a nod. what a strange feeling, the rush of excitement and the endearment fluttering around your body at the mere mention of your girlfriend, all at the very same moment that ellie's sly touches are making your tummy flip. "i wouldn't ever miss a game."

"oh, i trust you," she responds. "it's an important one too. semi-finals."

before you get a word out in reply, ellie grabs you by the back of your neck, turning you forward. "watch the line."

you fill the empty space in front quickly, bashfulness running hot in your cheeks. "you could'a said something sooner."

the line moves up, slow as ever, but the buffet table is within your line of sight now, and ellie speaks up again.

"hey, you wanna get this to-go and find somewhere else to eat?"

that sounded like a good idea to you, so ellie swept you away to her and vi's favourite lunch spot; a secluded place, caged in by hedges and cypress trees, one of the nicer places on campus. not to her surprise, you've requested not to stain your clothes or knees in grass, which led to ellie reluctantly removing her hoodie for you to sit on next to her.

ellie's a great person to be around. of course, your girlfriend must pick good company, and you're the perfect example of that. but ellie is too.

vi swore to you ellie'd take care of you if you needed her to, and she does. maybe it's genuine care, an inherent need to look after the people she knows. or maybe it's that she owes it to her friend for being allowed to do what she's doing right now.

the breeze batters against her now bare arms, one outstretched towards you. her bicep tenses, and as you reapply a layer of shimmering lipgloss you eye the vein leading into her inked forearm. she's rubbing up and down your side, slow and casual, before her hand travels to your chest and squeezes confidently.

you pause before capping your lipgloss and tilt your head to the side, eyes flitting up to ellie's tongue darting over her rising smirk.

"you wanna let your girl know what i'm doing right now, huh?" she says, free hand taking out her phone. you quickly nod, humming in agreement, and she hums back. "mm. that's the rule, isn't it, angel?"

so vi receives a text in the middle of a lecture, the image of greed glaring back at her in the form of your puppy pout, upturned eyebrows, and ellie's hand cupping your left tit.

smellie: look who i ran into :)

fat hands: precious

fat hands: give her a kiss for me

ellie continues her fondling as you take in your surroundings. you watch the trees and how their leaves rock languidly in the wind, a calmness settling over you before her cold rings are on your cheek, turning you eye to eye with her again.

her lips find yours with no time wasted, swallowing your tiny gasp as she scoots closer. she is a taste you've come to love now, a force very different to your girlfriend's. vi's love is clashing teeth and your hair wrapped around her wrist; ellie's kisses are calculated, hands pushing your body into hers, sucking your lower lip.

you begin to crawl onto her when she pulls back, whining lowly at the loss of attention. "ellie—"

"ugh, your stupid lipgloss is so tingly, like— ow, goddamnit." you pout as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and she looks up at you, scoffing. "look at that face. you don't even fuckin' need this plumping shit."

"you guys both don't understand," you argue, narrowing your eyes. "i— mm!"

she kisses you again, steady yet punishing as she pushes you onto her lap. her lips travel, peppering kisses from your chin to your collarbone, and your weak grinding over her thighs draws out a chuckle that stops her from continuing her trail further down.

"if you wanted an excuse to get out of that meeting, there's a perfectly good one right here."

you fall as the backs of your knees hit the edge of ellie's bed, the mattress dipping below your quivering body. she climbs right over you, attached to your neck like a vampire and pinning you down amongst her pillows.

"ah!" you suck in a breath, head falling back as ellie nips the soft skin beneath your jaw. she licks over the spot, but continues, likely leaving a mark that might piss vi off a little. friendly fire, really.

you open up your legs, trying to draw ellie closer and get some of the indulgent friction your cunt aches for — it's as if there's no brains left in you, your pulsating need charging forth and taking over your every move.

a moan escapes you as her lips travel over a particularly tender place, kissing hard over a fading mark vi left mere days ago. you're loud, loud enough to stop ellie.

"god, you are fucking greedy," she mutters. "look at you. happy, aren't you? happy being passed around like a whore?"

your glossy pout turns upside down, a smile full of sheer pride on your face. you're preening. "well yes!" you giggle, sliding your legs around her waist. "vi says my pussy's so pretty she just had to share!"

ellie scoffs, but still, places a last kiss on your cheek. she looks down, fingers sliding up your thighs until they reach your panties. she pulls them to the side, cool air hitting the glistening wet skin.

all that pride vanishes in an instant, a slew of moans and whimpers flying out of your mouth as she glides her fingers through the sticky mess between your legs.

"fuckin' slutty princess," she says in a gravelly voice, glancing up at your half-lidded eyes. "you want me to take 'em off?"

"mhm, yes, yes," you beg, nodding as fast as possible. you don't know when you became so desperate and so greedy, as ellie put it, but you can't stop it.

"awhh, you sound so dumb right now, little miss 'pretty pussy'," she mocks.

as soon as your panties are off, ellie pushes your skirt up before getting down, lying on her stomach. her hands grasp either side of your hips, and she doesn't waste any more time. she dives right in.

"oh god," you whisper, hips bucking into ellie's mouth. she applies some more force, keeping you down, and her tongue laves over your clit with precision. the pleasure's inescapable, dragging out long moans and making your chest heave.

she glares upwards as you start to squirm more and more, soon becoming so restless at every flick of her tongue that she sits up. "get up."

and that mountainous high she was building you to dissipates within seconds.

"h-huh?" you blink, lower lip quivering. "els, i was so close— what do you mean?"

"hands and knees, angel, hurry up."

you take a second to move, shedding your cardigan as you do, and watch ellie reach into her bedside drawer.

ohhhhhhh. right!

you bite your lip as she clips the harness on over her jeans, the sight of her stroking lube over the forest green cock so enticing that you start to leak down your thighs.

and as soon as you feel the head moving through your folds, gathering up more of your juices and catching at your entrance, you mewl, arching your back into her.

ellie grabs your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. "you want it?"

"yes, isn't that fuckin' obvious, i mean—? ellie..." you whine. "stop teasing me!"

her palm meets your ass cheek with a deafening smack, heat spreading across the skin like fire. you let out a dry sob, quietly rambling something about just needing to be filled before she finally gives in.

your folds stretch around her strap as every inch disappears inside you, and your arms start to buckle beneath you already.

it's pure bliss.

she rocks her hips back and forth, a pace building steadily. your mouth hangs open, broken gasps and cries filling the air once she digs her fingertips into your hips and pulls you back into her thrusts.

"so pretty," ellie mumbles to herself, the rippling of your ass egging her on, even after you collapse and your face hits the pillows. "poor girl, you couldn't take it? it's that good? that's okay."

the cruelty of her cock kissing your cervix with every thrust starts to grow tiresome for your trembling body, tears pooling on your lower lashes. soon, they stream down your cheeks.

she slows suddenly, squeezing and groping your ass, and you think she might be giving you a break. you think she might be showing some mercy, until you open your eyes to her phone camera pointed at your ruined face.

"do you wanna say hi to vi, pretty girl? she's gonna watch this..."

"mmh," you whimper, your weak fist uncurling to try and wave. and you open your mouth to speak, only for a shriek to come out as ellie starts pounding into you again.

she laughs, tossing her phone aside after stopping the recording. she focuses, the wet sounds of your cunt clamping around the strap and your unintelligible noises coaxing her to go harder until you snap.

your body tightens, glorious pleasure washing over you. she keeps at it, the feeling of fucking you through your orgasm drawing ellie nearer to the edge as well.

"fuck," she grunts, leaning over you and pressing a soft kiss to your back once it's all said and done. "so good, angel."

light laughter hits your ears, the feeling of warm hands sliding under your body and picking you up. you peel your eyes open and try to rub the crusted mascara out of them, your girlfriend's familiar scent wrapping around you.

"jeez, with the way she acts, it seems like you're only giving her the bare minimum, dude."

you feel vi's chuckle in her chest where you rest your head. "yeah, trust me, she's just an attention whore. don't waste time getting ready, by the way, we're already running late and coach is gonna kill us."

"sure, but that's your fault for getting here late," comes ellie's annoyed reply. "don't let the door hit you on the way out, asshole."

vi carries you out of the room, feeling you begin to stir.