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featuring steve the hair harrington “Robin mnmh”

the name slips out of your mouth along with a string of whimpers accompanied by your labored breath. You couldn’t help it. A girl so delicious and delicate, she’s all you could ever think of. Especially when your hand or your special pillow was between your thighs. You pictured her fingers curving and inching deeper and deeper in you. Your heart beat rhythmically through your ears ,sweat built on your temples as you came at the thought of your precious coworker.

You sighed as you came down from your high ,reality struck. This was completely inappropriate and kind of weird to think about your coworker when you pleasured yourself. You grabbed your pillow (a clean one) and covered your face. To add to the guilt, you were supposed to see her and Steve later tonight.

On that thought, you should’ve been ready by now. You haphazardly throw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and some silver rings only jacket that will hopefully get Robins attention. You imagine her face as you smear chapstick on your lips.

The hangout was plain. You all picked up some candy and microwave from Melvald’s. You trailed behind Robin observing what she picked and tried about 100 conversation starters with her. After that you three headed Robin’s house to watch some new releases that you guys got first dibs on.

“Well okay, I’m heading out now!” Steve suddenly announced abruptly.

“Oh whattt? I thought you were staying the whole night Harrington! What happened to our movie marathon?”, Robin said in a reproachful tone.

“Pfff whatever, we watch movies all the time. I’m not missing this party, this girl i’m talking to she might actually be the one.”

He pulled on his tan members only jacket and headed for the door.

“Boo , didn’t you say that about Tiffany and Stacy and blah blah blah” said Robin as she threw a piece of popcorn in his direction.

He looked towards you and you shrugged.

“Sorry Steve, have fun though !” ,you said as he walked out the door.

As you heard the door creaked you were suddenly hit with the realization that you are Robin were left totally alone. It was almost like she could hear your thoughts because she cleared her throat and asked

“Do you wanna spend the night?”

she sounded a little unsure of the question.

You turned to face her, “Oh yeah, I kind of forgot he was my ride home.”

This was so embarrassing, your heart beat quickened at the thought and you could feel your face turn hot.

You two continued watching in silence for another twenty minutes. She tossed the blanket that had been covering just her over your knees that were pressed up against your chest.

“You cold? Because my god is it freezing in here! I can’t believe Steve went out with just his little jacket.”

She chuckled at the thought.

“Right, he just wants to show it off.”

you smiled, she smiled back.

There was a moment of silence before you felt her press her palm against yours and her fingers intertwined themselves with yours. Her eyes were back on the movie.

The television illuminated the blush upon her cheeks along with the sight of her nibbling on her bottom lip.

You felt like your heart was about to jump out from your chest but you were so eager.

You scooted closer to her so that your thighs were pressed next to hers under the plaid blanket, your hands resting on top of your legs now. Her fingers let go of yours and trailed their way on to the inside of your thighs. She traced shapes that began inching closer and closer to your heat.

You closed your legs with her hand stuck between your legs. You looked from the screen to her face which was now redder than before.

“I want you Robin”.

Her shoulders dropped and she dipped her head down, so closely you could feel her breath on your cheek. She got closer and closer until her mouth aligned with your ear.

“Show me how badly you want me.”

Her raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You brought your hand to her hip and pulled her on to your lap.

She pulled your face to hers, your lips collided with intensity. Mouths dancing against each other with perfect rhythm. Her tongue slipping between your parted lips. She reached her fingers to the back of your neck and placed the other on the side of your cheek. Your skin warm to the touch as you passionately lap your mouth over hers. She whimpers into your mouth, driving you a little more mad. You firmly press your fingers in to her hips and let your hands guide her hips down putting pressure on her sweet spot. She winces at the sensation. Her kisses becoming sloppy as she her hips move back and forth.

Her lips pull away from yours and her face is pressed against the side of your head. Her sweet noises fill up your ear. You bite your lip in anticipation. She leaves hot kisses on the skin beneath your jaw, the sound of her rutting in between each mark of pleasure. Her tongue pressing in to the flesh of your neck and swirling in circles upon the sensitive surface right before her mouth suctions on it. You feel the air escape your lungs as she suckles harder and harder. You try desperately to swallow your moans but between her mouth on your neck and her weight on your body it becomes harder with every second. This can’t be real. This insatiable desire fills your whole being. You flip her over so you’re on top of her beautiful figure. Her lips are parted and rose colored and her sea blue eyes watery with pleasure. You could never get enough of her.

Your hands move before your mind thinks twice. Grasping at the buttons of her pants and opening them.

In one swift motion you take off her pants. Her panties are a minty green with a darker shade right in between her thighs. The sight makes you salivate immediately.

You look up at her slowly and without any words she nods her head.

You tug at the hem of her panties and lovingly drag them lower. Just as if she couldn’t get anymore lovely. You trace your middle finger up her wetness and put your finger in your mouth. She looks at you with furrowed brows. You bring your fingers back to her heat and dip your fingers inside of her. She groans and mumbles your name. You push in and out of her, the sound of her pussy filling the air. She throws her head back, her tousled hair perfectly framing her face. You lift her legs up on your shoulders, burrowing your face in to her wetness. You lick up and down and circle around her clit, starting slowly then picking up a pace. When you hear her breathing pick up you curl your fingers and start to pump again. Her hips buckle around your face, her hands reaching for your hair. She tugs at every motion.

“Just like that mmh”

she breaths out heavily. You flick your tongue faster against her, her grasp on you tightens on your hair and around your digits. She’s biting her lip yet sounds still escape, murmuring a beautiful melody. You go quicker and quicker. Her movements becoming more wild, pushing your head deeper. She’s saying your name when she becomes undone, coating your face, dripping down your chin.

Robin Buckley and you have been friends for a little over a year now. You’ve talked about loads and loads of things all but one : boys. There had been a single conversation about dating between the two of you in which you both came to the conclusion that dating just wasn’t a priority for either of you. It was easy to say and to avoid all the boy crazy chatter because of what you’ve been hiding. But something peculiar happened the other night at her house.

“Have you been reading any new poetry lately?”, you asked as you kept flipping through the contents of a vogue magazine. “Well yeah.. Sort of not really, the ones I’m reading right now I’ve read hundreds if not thousands of times.” She was watching your fingers glide up the corner of the page and flip. “I do that too, considering how generic these magazines are.” you both giggle. “Yeah, yeah”, she sounded kind of relieved for some reason. “Who’s the poet? I am in desperate need of new poetry.” you say dramatically and put your hands together in front of you. You couldn’t help but noticing how her eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the question. She took a pause and breathed out her answer “Sappho.”

After you got home it was all you could think of. You paced around your room with your walkman blasting in your ears. “no way no way no way”, you kept mumbling to yourself. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself every time you thought of that answer. This could mean you really have a chance. It has to mean she’s in to girls it just has to! Of course you were familiar with Sappho’s work, for so long it was your only companion. Your lighthouse in the treacherous sea of conformity that was hawkins.

All the fuzzy feelings you’ve had about her they could be something real now… that is if she is actually in to you. Maybe she just is queer but doesn’t like you. Gosh why is this so difficult?! But you knew you had to at least try.

The next day you begged your mom to drive you to a gardening store. You picked out the most vibrant violets you could find.

Then you scrimmaged through your dad’s endless collection of cassette tapes to find just what you were looking for: advanced level french tapes. Your heart began to swell in your chest at the idea that this might all be worth it and she might like you back.

It was monday when you picked up Robin from world history to hang out at lunch. “Where were you yesterday? Was like you fell off the face of the Earth, I kept trying to call but your dad kept saying you were out. I was going to ask if you wanted to get some ice cream of something lame like that.” you could hear the disappointment build in her voice as she trailed on. “I’m sorry” you said in a high pitched tone. “I was running errands with my mom, groceries don’t buy themselves and I thought you had band practice.” you said with uncertainty. “You guessed wrong” she said and there was a bloated beat of silence. “Look, if you don’t want to hang out so much you could just tell me.” She stated and stared straight in to your soul.

“No oh my god nothing like that!”, you said apologetically. “Robin, you know you’re like my only friend.” you put your hand on her shoulder. She chuckled “and you’re my only friend.” She rolled her eyes and sat down at your guys usual cafeteria table. She elbowed your shoulder and continued “Sorry, I just get freaked out because I’m not used to having any friends and all that”. You smiled, “I know, I know. But to make it up to you I thought we could hang out today at my house.” you winked trying to make her laugh. “Sounds cool” she smiled.

…

It was 6:54pm when you heard your doorbell ring. You had spent the last hour arranging and then rearranging the spread of gifts on your bed. “oh my god” you whispered to yourself, it was hard to believe this was happening. You basically sprinted to the front door.

“Hey!!” you almost yelled as the door flew open.

“Woah, hey hello!!” she said with the slight lit of confusion making the corners of her mouth rise.

“Why are you out of breath?” she continued with a chuckle.

You panted “Oh ha was just doing jumping jacks” you tried to play it off.

“What a strange girl are you” she smiled and walked past you.

She’s so not in to me you could suddenly imagine a million scenarios in which she wears a face of disgust and you’re left alone forever. (you might be exaggerating but whatever). As you’re all lost in your head she’s now about a foot away from your white bedroom door. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears.

You watched her delicate fingers wrap around the gold door knob; there’s no going back now.

Robins back faced towards you as you watched her look at the various items you’d collected for her.

She shrieked and spun around to face you.

“You LIKE ME?!!” She said and before you could react her arms were thrown around you. She slid one of her hands down to your waist and then around the door knob and shut the door with a small click sound.

“How’d you guess?”, you chuckled as you cupped her perfect face in your palm.

“Ohh, it’s only the gayest arrangement of things you could get.” She said teasingly and grinned.

You were blushing so hard you thought you’d pass out. “I really like you Robin Buckley.” you looked down to the space in between you. Too overwhelmed with emotion to look in to her ocean blue eyes.

“I’m so glad”, her sweet raspy voice grew quiet as she pulled a strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes closed and you felt the softness of her mouth press over yours.