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Y/n can feel rocks beneath her feet, making little indents as her girlfriend guides her. All she knows at the moment is that they must be near a beach because she can hear the sound of the shores. Kendall didn't tell her where they were going for their yearly vacation; just told her to pack for warm weather and they jetted off in a private plane. Of course, Y/n felt the temptation to find out where they were going, but she knows how much it means to Kendall for this to be a big surprise for her.

They come to a stop, Y/n can feel a wonderful breeze hitting her.

"Okay baby," Kendall removes her hands from over Y/n eyes. "Surprise!"

How Kendall manages to outdo herself every single vacation they take is a mystery to Y/n. The empty beach in front of her looks like it came from a stock photo's website. Kendall wraps her arms around Y/n's waist and rests her chin on her shoulder. Y/n can feel her smiling wide. "You've begged me to take you to the Maldives. Now you know why I've been hiding out on ya," Kendall says before planting a kiss on her cheek.

Y/n turns around to throw her arms lovingly around Kendall's neck. She peppers her cheek with kisses and Kendall giggles at the gestures.

"You've made every anniversary so far amazing."

Two years of dating. And, two years of arguments, near break-ups, and tears, but it's all worth it.

"Well, come one!" Kendall reluctantly pulls away from Y/n's embrace and gives her a love tap on her ass. "I got us a room that's right on the beach."

-

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For all of this. For us. For being with me even when my schedule is crazy and I don't see you for a whole week. Thank you for being good to me for two years."

"Aww, Kenny you're so sappy," Y/n mocks. The giggle together before Y/n's laughter subsides.

"Thank you too Kendall. You're so amazing."

The two longue in the sun on the yacht Kendall rented for them, another surprise for Y/n. A few of Kendall's friends tagged along for the trip, but she made it clear this trip was about her girlfriend and made them promise to stay on their side of the yacht. So far, they have been left alone to enjoy their own solitude. Y/n watches lovingly as her girlfriend swims in the mini-pool on the boat. She looks so care-free and happy with the sun glistening on her skin, it makes Y/n smile. 

Y/n hates to interrupt her, but she has other plans.

She gets up and climbs the ladder to the second deck of the boat. "Kendall," Y/n drags out her name seductively. She calls out her name a few times before the dark-haired beauty finally looks over to her. She turns her head to see her girlfriend on the second deck with a cheeky grin on her face.

"What are you doing up there," Kendall asks with a laugh. Kendall makes her way over to the ladder and starts climbing. With just a few steps, she can see that Y/n is waiting for her with her legs spread. A huge smile forms on Kendall's face; her favorite meal."

"Naught girl, waiting for me to come eat you huh?" Y/n nods eagerly. Kendall grips the railings of the ladder when she comes face to face with Y/n's pussy.

"Kenny please."

Kendall eyes her girlfriend as her tongue finds its way to her clit. Y/n's mouth falls open at the pleasure. Kendall starts to lap at and suck on her pussy. She tastes so sweet on her tongue and the way she moans and calls out her name is so delicious. Y/n is dripping wet, she must have gotten herself all wet while waiting for Kendall to come eat her pussy. She pushes back a strand of Kendall's hair so it doesn't cover her beautiful face. Kendall eats her like a ripe fruit: tongue savoring every last drop of her juices. Y/n wanted more than just to cum; she wanted Kendall to fuck her into oblivion, to fuck her into the nighttime. The realization that they could get caught by friends or even the paparazzi made it risky and those feelings went straight to Y/n's pussy.

She tries to grind against Kendall's face for more pleasure, but with one hand, Kendall holds her hip still.

"Greedy girl. You're a good little slut, aren't you babe?"

Y/n is greedy indeed. She wishes dearly that Kendall would stick two fingers inside her hungry pussy. "Ahh Kenny please. Please fuck me with those longer fingers. My pussy is so wet for you." Kendall lifts off her pussy, and inserts two fingers in Y/n's pussy, giving her what she wants. Her girlfriend moans lasciviously.

"You like my fingers inside you baby?"

"I do! I fucking do!"

Those skilled fingers had her filled and she was on edge. Kendall begins to pound Y/n's pussy with the fingers that she loves so much. All of Yn's cries fell on her ears as she was rushing towards pleasure. Kendall loves having the upper hand, so she has to show Y/n who's in charge sometimes.

Just as Y/n is about to cum, Kendall pulls her fingers out. Y/n's hips still buck up as if Kendall's fingers were still inside of her. She wiggles about until she realizes that familiar feeling is leaving and any evidence of her orgasm is dissolving. 

"Baby!?" Y/n wines. Kendall smirks at her.

"Uh-uh. You gotta earn that orgasm. You gotta earn it baby."

Kendall starts to climb down the ladder, leaving her girlfriend on the upper deck to deal with her ruined orgasm. A string of curses leave Y/n's mouth from her annoyance. Kendall does nothing but laugh to herself as she goes back to her spot to relax in the sun.

-

"I had a sex dream about us last night."

"Oh?" Kendall was now intrigued. "What was it about?" She knew one hundred percent that her inquisition would lead to something more exciting than this boring dinner they were having with friends. Y/n moves close to Kendall's ear so no one will be able to hear her. It's not like anyone in that room is paying attention to them as everyone else is so deep in their own conversations.

"It's kind of cliche, and corny, but first we were in a field or meadow or something like that. The field was full of yellow flowers. They weren't sunflowers or tulips, but they were pretty. Anyway, we were in that field. The wind was blowing your hair around, making it a mess. And, you were wearing that one white one-piece that makes your ass look so good. The dream felt so real I just wanted to reach out and grab your ass, God you looked so good. And, I was so close to bending you over, and eating you from behind, but somebody woke me up and told me I had to attend a dinner with her friends."

Kendall laughs at Y/n, clearly amused. But, Y/n's little dream turned her on. Then thoughts of fucking Y/n until they're both blissed out roll into her head.

"Let's go, no one will notice," Kendall whispers seductively to Y/n. Y/n just smirks and follows Kendall's lead as her girlfriend gets up from the table. The two sneak out of the restaurant successfully without any of their friends saying anything.

They walk closer to the beach. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon. "It's so pretty out," Y/n looks up in amazement at the sky. "It's going to be a full moon tonight."

"YOu want me to fuck you under the stars tonight?"

"As corny as that sounds, yes I do."

Kendall pushes Y/n up against the stone wall of a building that's on the edge of the beach. Y/n grunts at the harsh contact of her back against the wall. Kendall attacks her neck with sloppy kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin. "Kenny baby," Y/n exasperates in pleasure.

Kendall grabs the hem of Y/n's dress and lifts it over her ass, only to reveal that Y/n has no panties on.

"You fucking naughty little slut," she teases.

She rubs Y/n's clit a little bit, giving her a taste of pleasure. U/n sighs and sways her hips against Kendall's hand. But, Kendall unfortunately pulls her hand away.

"Turn around," she barks.

Y/n is compliant. She can hear Kendall getting down on her knees behind her. She grabs her skirt again to lift it up over her ass. She doesn't waste a second to get a taste of Y/n's pussy and the sweet nectar that falls on her tongue. Y/n groans while Kendall eats her out eagerly. She bets that Kendall has that wild look in her eyes like she always does when she eats her out. Kendall knows how to turn her on with her quirks so much so that it hurts. She reaches her hand around and grabs the back of Kendall's head. She grinds against her face.

"Oh my god I'm gonna make your face so sloppy baby. I want to cum all over your face and I want you to lick up every last drop!"

Kendall runs her tongue along Y/n's wet folds. The first stroke of pleasure almost makes Y/n fall over. She tightens her grip on Kendall's head in a frenzy. After taking her mouth off of her, Kendall grabs her hips and quickly turns Y/n around to face her. Kendall looks up at Y/n, her chest slowly rising and falling and her mouth wide open in bliss. Kendall's going to enjoy every last drop of Y/n even if that means getting caught by somebody. She didn't care, and neither did Y/n. The way Kendall's tongue careful strokes her clit again makes Y/n whine into the night.

"Fuck Kendall!" Her cry was loud enough for someone to probably hear. She laps at her tight cunt, waiting for her girlfriend to cream all over her tongue. 

Y/n feels herself coming undone at the tongue that's pleasuring her. Kendall loves that Y/n is enjoying this so much that she gropes her own tits through her dress. Y/n is basically riding her tongue and grinding against her face at this point. Kendall's need for Y/n becomes a hunger. And, in mere seconds, Y/n is cumming all over Y/n's tongue. Nothing could stop her cries from ringing out. Y/n nearly loses strength in her legs and if it wasn't for Kendall holding her up, she'd topple over; a weepy, sticky mess.

"You taste so fucking good. You came so damn much," Kendall groans.

Y/n can tell Lana is new to this. She was shy and a little stiff when they first had to interact. She tried to be her normal self and give Lana a little encouragement. Lana was comfortable with Paul at the very least, but not so much with her. She wonders if it's because Lana just might feel distracted by her like she is by her. However, she overheard Lana and Paul talking.

"I just feel out of place. I feel like I did horrible today."

"That's normal Lana. You're going to beat yourself up and think you did a bad job compared to everyone else, but you didn't. It was perfect."

Y/n's suspicions were confirmed: Lana was new to this. Or she was at least new to being on a set of this caliber. They'd be here for a few more days doing shoots.

Y/n tried her best to make Lana feel like she wasn't doing a bad job when they shot together. She wasn't doing a bad job at all, she seemed to naturally embody the character (which is why Paul chose her). But, if she gave her some extra padding then she wouldn't beat herself up. That's the last thing Y/n wanted her to do when she went to her hotel after filming: beating herself up and thinking she sucked.

Their time on set together was minimal compared to the other people Y/n had to work with. She hated it. She wanted to be around Lana more. The way the sun hit her skin while they were on set was something else. Her skin looked smooth; some blemishes peppered her skin here or there but they added to her beauty. Her eyes, although filled with worry, had a sense of innocence or wonder about them. Her gaze was soft too. Y/n could sleep in the dip of her cupid's bow. She was a grown woman and she has a crush like a kid in the school yard. Lana just looked like a dream.

Lana was glad for the day to be over. She watched the crew power down for the day, a little awestruck at the full process that goes on behind the scene to make a movie. Y/n almost didn't want to disturb her, she was watching while in her own world. As much as she just loved to observe her, Y/n felt compelled to go a step further.

"Some of us are going out later tonight." Lana jumped a little. Fuck, Y/n didn't mean to startle her, but that smile formed anyway. "Do you want to come with us?"

She blinked a few times before a slight tinge of pink riddled her cheeks.

"Ahh, I can't tonight, I'm meeting my brother. Thank you for the invite though! Hopefully I can join next time."

Y/n nodded politely before turning away. She felt rejected and like an asshole for just leaving Lana on the spot. But, she did say no though. Y/n wanted her to say yes so bad, but an interest in joining her next time gave Y/n hope.

-

Y/n really wishes Lana would've said yes to tonight. Reese got drunk and sang karaoke at the bar. Y/n wondered what song Y/n would sing. She knows Lana is a singer per Paul's brief summary of her. They could've done a duet.

She  can't do anything to clear her mind of her. Y/n even goes through a mental list of duets they possibly could have sang. For someone who has not had a personal conversation with her besides a few "hello's", this woman is whipped.

Y/n has spent too much time staring at the ceiling in her hotel at night. She closes her eyes to rest them. Unfortunately that doesn't shut her brain off neither does the copious amount of alcohol in her system. Lana's voice plays in her head; a few key words and phrases she can remember her saying, and Lana saying her name. No, not the name of her character in the film, her name. The name she said when Paul introduced them for the first time. They did an awkward handshake, her grip firm and warm while the look in her eyes sincere. Y/n wonders what it liked to have that same hand touching her.

A few minutes later, Y/n is rubbing circles into her clit, thinking about Lana. Her lips, her eyes, and her voice sounds like honey. Her drunkenness made her movements sloppy. Sometimes her speed would stutter too. Her chest would rise and fall as her thoughts about Lana progressed into something more naughtier. What would Lana look like underneath her? How would her pussy feel? Is she a screamer or more of a whimperer? Y/n has had her preferences over the years, but she'd take whatever as long as it's from Lana.

Y/n's climax sizzles through her body and she cums with a pathetic whimper. She feels a little weird to have done that, but it has also satiated some of the heat she felt inside. No, it didn't quell her interest in Lana and that wasn't her goal either.

Maybe now she can finally get some sleep.

-

No matter how nice Y/n is, or how much she smiles at her, Lana believed Y/n hated her. Or at the very least thought she was an amateur and didn't like her.

When Y/n invited her out with everyone else, she felt flattered, but too intimidated to accept the offer. Plus she really was meeting her brother in town for dinner. He was in the city at the same time as her, a happenstance that was a truthful excuse.

"How's the movie going?" Her brother stabbed at an elusive olive on his plate.

"It's going fine. I think I'm the most awful actress in the world though," she says a bit absentmindedly while watching his fork finally pierce the olive on his plate. "I'm a musician, not an actor."

"You did drama in high school though."

"That was a lifetime ago and I was only in theater for one semester. And, don't talk while you're chewing!" He rolls his eyes at her. "Besides, Bethany Morrison is not on the same level as Y/n."

"How is she? I've heard...things about her. Heard she's a bit neurotic, but really really good at what she does."

"You hear 'things' about a lot of people. Y/n is nice, I think. I feel like she probably wants to kick me off set along with my sucky acting. She did invite me out tonight with the rest of the cast so I guess that's a constellation."

"She probably wants to fuck you."

Lana almost choked on the wine in her mouth. She let out a few coughs and calmed herself down.

"What? Why are you so shocked? She invited you out, not Paul who you know. Y/n: the woman you met like a week or two ago invited you out."

"She's just being friendly. I'm not the only one she invited."

"I've heard about her and she's not necessarily the friendliest person. Just accept it."

Lana frowns. Her brother is an idiot and crass at times, but he wouldn't lie. However, he hasn't even seen them interact or been around them. How would he know based off of one thing Lana told him? Lana looks away from her brother and to a spot on the floor. The first little butterfly inside her starts to take flight

-

Y/n expected to wake up with a bit of a hangover, but no, she felt fresh. Maybe her 'release' last night helped her to alleviate the tension she felt. Then she remembered where she was and what she had to do today. And, who she had to see today. She hoped Lana had a good night with her brother, even if she did blow her off. Y/n shouldn't take it so personal.

"Hi Y/n."

Lana actually had the gall to approach Y/n. She felt...happy about that; like it's a breakthrough or something.

(For some reason, for the first time in her life, Y/n wishes Lana was calling her a pet name instead of her name. She'd die hearing Lana call her some cute shorthand to refer to her.)

She's wearing some hippy-looking dress for today's filming.

"Hi Lana." Yes, she knows her name.

"Sorry I couldn't join ya last night. Was it fun?"

Yea, it was fun when she masturbated to the thought of LAna touching her. She should've been there to join her.

"It's fine, we'll probably do it again tonight. Uh, how was the time with your brother?" Y/n tried her best to not let her tone sound fake.

"It was nice. We went to dinner downtown, some fancy Italian place I've never heard of."

The both of them can't help but be awkward around each other. In the back of Lana's mind is her brother's words, and in Y/n's mind is her memory of touching herself to the thought of Lana.

"If you guys go out tonight, I want to join you. I don't think I want to spend another night in my hotel room watching some old Skinemax movie with bad acting and even worse sex scenes."

Y/n wishes she didn't mention watching softcore porn because her eyes are probably wide as saucers.

"You're always welcome to join us Y/n."

Y/n's demeanor during that conversation was wildly different once they got on set to film a scene. This is where Lana starts to feel Jaded. Y/n is an actress, and she worries that she'd never be able to pin her feelings down. Not to say Y/n or other actors or actresses are being deceitful and don't live honest lives. But, Lana has never seen some act like she does. Y/n truly embodies her roles, and just seems to dive headfirst into the profession. Lana admires it really. But, she just feels unsure.

When Lana looked at Y/n today, she got the first good look at her face. Y/n was aging gracefully, although she would bet that she'd disagree. There was an obvious tiredness in her eyes and lines in her face have formed due to the stress of her line of work. Still she was beautiful. The way you could see her work ethic written all over her face made her even more beautiful. She's some sort of mythological beauty. The thing about Y/n is that she looks so different on set versus off of set. It's like she goes through some unseen transformation. Lana isn't looking at Y/n right now, she's looking at her character.

Y/n's eyes are so deep and vibrant. Her lips were a little bruised due to the cold morning air. This woman was beautiful in the purest sense of the word. When she rested her hand on Lana's, not as Y/n, but as her character, Lana felt something. A shock maybe, but it was something. The smile she gives is a genuine one. She loved being in Y/n's presence at this moment. Tonight would help her decide whether she loves the presence of Y/n's character or herself. God, Lana hopes it's the latter.

-

Lana likes Hemmingway, the birds by her bedroom window, and John Cale.

Y/n almost feels like she should be taking notes like she's in class. She didn't pick up on how whimsical Lana could be until she actually got to sit down with her. There's so much to her that she's sharing yet Y/n feels like they've barely scratched the surface. Lana tried to turn the tables on her and get her in the same position Y/n had her, but she was so good at turning it back to her. She's a fascinating person. It doesn't help Y/n one bit that she's so cute when Lana's explaining something she knows nothing about. She ordered a glass of wine that she's never heard of. It contrasted with the harder alcohol she had ordered. Y/n tamed himself and didn't drink it as fast. She has Lana right in front of her, talking so freely, she isn't going to ruin that by getting plastered.

"We should do karaoke," Lana suggests.

"I can't sing for shit."

That laugh she lets out is loud, but Y/n whipped! She finds it adorable anyway.

"It's karaoke, not American Idol!"

"You just wanna show me up."

"Me? I'd never!" She responds in a mocking voice.

Y/n  laughs and Lana likes that they don't feel so uptight with each other anymore.

"Go up there and sing Sara Smile."

Lana gestures to the mic that is currently being used by some random person in the bar who has had one too many drinks. His rendition of a Fleetwood Mac classic was awful but everyone was just as intoxicated as him and were having fun. Y/n turns around to look at where Lana is pointing and she sees the same scene. She scoffs before turning back to her.

"So I can end up like that guy? No way," Y/n says with a slight laugh.

Lana smiles and looks down at her finger circling the rim of her glass. Her teeth graze her bottom lip. Y/n can't help but stare now that she's brought attention to it. Her eyes flicker back to Y/n's and she smiles in return. And they just sit there for a few passing moments looking at each other and letting the busy bar surround them.

"It's getting late," Lana is the first one to break the silence between them.

"It's only 11 o'clock."

"Yea, but tomorrow's my last day on set. Don't want to be anything less than chipper."

Why does she have to remind Y/n?

Y/n probably won't see her again until it's time to do press. She could get Lana's number or email, but something about asking her just feels a little weird. Lana had more work to do off set for the movie, but nothing that involves Y/n.

"Come back to my hotel tonight."

It was like word vomit when it came out. Y/n's brain didn't even think nor did her mouth hesitate to get it out. She hated herself for saying anything. Surely the look on her face was desperate. She watched Lana's eyes widen before softening again.

"How far is it from here?"

-

Y/n's hands stroke Lana's sides while her arms wrapped around her neck. Luckily she saved Y/n the embarrassment and cut the bullshit by pushing her body against hers just seconds after Y/n closed the door to her hotel room.

"C'mon...I wanna see you naked," Y/n says between their kisses.

Lana smirks against Y/n's lips before she pulls back. Y/n sits down on the bed as Lana stands before her, undressing herself like Y/n dreamt of the previous night. The light from the bedside lamp dusted her face; the light was dim but enough to see her soft features. Her skirt falls to the floor and she takes off her top. She stands before Y/n in her half-naked glory; she couldn't be more smitten.

"You're so beautiful," Y/n says lowly, still shy and uncertain how this is happening.

She reaches out for Lana and she steps closer. Y/n  grabbed at her body, her skin, and kissed her sternum. She unhooks Lana's bra, her tits exposed to the cooler air. They were more perfect than she envisioned. She had freckles that were speckled on her chest, which were cute to Y/n. Her mouth attacks her nipple. Lana lets out a tepid gasp when she feels the wet mouth on her flesh. The heat in her body is going straight to her core, she's soaking her panties. She needs Y/n, her body needs to feel Y/n.

Lana pushed Y/n back against the bed, eliciting a grunt from her. She loved some of the force Lana used with her. She thought about how Lana would be in bed prior to this. She wondered if she was dominant or submissive. Now that she's with her, Lana seems like a wonderful mix of both. She's not afraid to push up on Y/n or be a little rough, but she still handles her with care and succumbs to her touches.

She loves the feelings of Y/n's hands on her back while she straddles her. She grinds herself against her thigh in a bit of desperation. It gives her more pleasure than it does Y/n, but the small moan Lana lets out is enough for her.

"Get on your back baby."

Baby. Lana likes how that sounds.

She complied with Y/n's wishes although she was upset about not being able to see her body. Y/n noticed the pout on her face.

"What's wrong?" She asks, feelings of worry causing Y/n to furrow her brow.

"I don't want to be the only one naked. Take your shirt off."

Y/n sort of laughs to herself when Lana reveals her truth. She pulls her cotton shirt over her head and hooks her bra, satisfying Lana.

"Don't interrupt me now, okay?" She nods instead of using her words.

Y/n eyes pull away from her and she looks down at Lana's clothed sex. She looked so delicious even without being fully nude. Y/n was stuck between wanting to savor this moment and to just start working her with her mouth. Y/n places a lingering kiss to Lana's inner thigh before she starts tugging at her panties. She lifts herself up a little so she doesn't have any trouble. Now Lana is fully nude for her.

Her pussy is perfect. The flat of Y/n's hand brushes against her lower belly. She looks at her once more almost as if to ask "is this okay?" Lana's face makes her look like she's burning up. She nods her head to give Y/n her reassurance.

Y/n could see her arousal glistening on her skin. She had a nearly full bush, it was hot to her. It seems as if she caught Lana in a situation she wasn't prepared for, but she had no reservations about being embarrassed like maybe someone else would be; Y/n loved that.

Y/n kisses Lana's thigh again, lips dangerously close to her folds. She doesn't know where to start; she could slide his tongue inside of Lana, wrap her lips around her clit, or lap at her folds. Y/n goes with the last option. Y/n gives Lana one long lick and she tenses up. She moans involuntarily at her taste. Another lick. And another.

"Y/n."

Finally, she got to hear her name on Lana's lips. She was quiet like a ghost, and waiting for more from Y/n. Her eyes pleading with Y/n to really give her the pleasure she wants, the pleasure only she can give.

Y/n delivers on fulfilling Lana's desires. Her licks become much shorter and frequent. Their fluids mix together to make Lana's pussy even wetter. Her mouth engulfs her clit gave Y/n the best reaction of the night so far. "Ahh! Y/n!" Her moans are sing-songy. Whether she knows it or not yet, but she's Y/n's precious thing. She can't let her go after this.

Her tongue parts her sticky folds and she lashes her slit. Y/n can hear the sounds of her fingernails clawing at the duvet. She wants Lana to cum so bad so she can hear how she moans when she climaxes. Y/n decides to speed up the process and slides a finger inside of Lana's pussy. Her walls are warm and tight. They constrict around her intruding finger. Y/n looks up and Lana is looking down at her mouth devouring her. Her eyes move to Y/n's when she notices her looking up at her. Her hands hover around Y/n's face as if she wants to cup her face.

"Please...keep going baby. You're so beautiful."

Her words are honest and sincere, Y/n knows she means it because if it was a lie then she's a goddamn better actress than her. But, the look in her eyes can't be faked, and the way she's looking at Y/n is as if she hung the stars didn't come out of thin air. It makes Y/n's heart flutter; she's more than smitten now.

"So beautiful...make me cum."

The muscles in Lana's body start to tighten. That single digit inside her, in tandem with Y/n's tongue, is really working for her. She embraces it, embraces the inevitable orgasm she's going to have. It pulses over her like a wave and her moans rise in pitch before the break into whimpers. "Don't stop, don't stop." She's able to break some words through albeit a little delayed and sloppy.

This is all Y/n wanted for the past few days: to hear those moans.

Now Y/n is reluctant to pull her mouth off of Lana, but she has her own arousal that she needs to take care of. Y/n mind how Lana's cum makes her face shine like it's been glazed. Lana sits up and admires the mess of a woman between her legs. She kisses Y/n's forehead and giggles.

Y/n gets off of her knees and sits on the bed. Lana is quickly at her side. Her body drapes all over Y/n as she kisses her face. Now it's Lana's turn to be down on her knees in front of her. She looks so small in this position, but so perfect. She fumbles with Y/n's zipper while Y/n unbuttons the top button. Lana pulls her pants down until it's pooling at her knees. Y/n shakes them off of her completely. From there Lana grabs the hem of Y/n's underwear and pulls them down. It's evident that Y/n is just as wet as Lana was when she pulled her panties off. She's wet with want.

"Y/n," she says teasingly. "You're so wet." Y/n lets out a deep sigh as Lana reaches out to stroke her fold with the tip of her finger.

A smirk appears on her face as she says, "I wonder how it tastes." Y/n groans at her words.

Lana now uses two fingers to apply pressure to Y/n's clit. Oh god, Lana's hands are much more nimble than her own. She takes her time to tease Y/n until she can't take it anymore. Y/n seems a little shy right now, which is surprising, but she's perfect. Lana is really enamored by the effect she has on Y/n. Plus her pussy is so pretty. Lana runs her hand up Y/n's pelvis, across her stomach, and to her chest where she ghosts across Y/n's breast and nipples underneath her cotton tank top. Her touch sends a shiver down Y/n's spine. Lana's fingers ghosting against her skin is like heaven.

Her hand on Y/n's clit is perfect as she rubs circles into her languidly but Y/n wants more; she needs to feel Lana on her.

"On your back." Y/n grabs at her hand to stop her. Lana looks up at her with a little bit of bewilderment in her eyes. For some reason she's nervous now even though she has no reason to be, Y/n wants her more than life itself.

She puts herself on the bed, the weight of her body causes her to sink into Y/n still can't believe it's got to this point: her angel on the bed, waiting patiently for her. The pussy he's been thinking about while on set with her is now waiting for her touch. Y/n grabs Lana's knees and parts them, her sex on full display. She curses under her breath. She quickly grabs the bottom of her tank top and lifts it over her head, joining Lana in full nudity.

"Someone's eager," Lana teases.

"Shut up," Y/n says playful.

Y/n grabs her legs while Lana wiggles in anticipation. Her pussy is so wet and is beginning for Y/n's attention. Y/n straddles her and places her pussy on top of Lana's. They both sigh when their pent up want finally has an arena to release itself. It feels so right to have Y/n on her and their joining feels something like destiny. They generate heat which warms them both up to the core.

Y/n's hips move slowly like she's savoring the feeling of Lana's sex warming her's. She feels so good on her, so good; it's like Lana is made for her and Y/n for her. She grabs a hold of Lana's leg and hugs it. She closes her eyes and rubs the area beneath her calf against her face. Y/n is enamored by Lana's soft skin and disposition. She squeals when Y/n grinds herself hard against her.

"Oh my god it feels so good."

This is how it should be: there bare sex against each other, and their wetness mixing with each other. The sound of their arousal can be heard, even at the pace Y/n is going at. It's extremely intimate for the first time they're fucking each other. Y/n is going painful slow on top of her, Lana wants more. She grabs Y/n's hip with one hand and tries to move her quicker. Y/n lets out a stupid giggle at Lana's failed attempt to make her go faster.

"You're such an impatient girl." This time it is Y/n's turn to run her hand across Lana's belly. "I don't want to rush this, I want to feel all of you."

And, heaven is what she feels. Y/n does speed up a little bit, but not fast like Lana desperately wants. Y/n throws her head back when the pleasure starts to bubble up and become too much. This is just so goddamn perfect she can't believe it.

"So soft and wet. You're so perfect angel."

Oh does Lana's face burn when Y/n calls her thought. She feels like the object of her affection, Y/n's most desired pearl. She's unsure about what's going on in that head of her's, but she can only hope Y/n wants her more than just her desires for Lana.

Lana has no time to submerge herself in any other thought that doesn't concern what Y/n is doing to her body. She giving her absolute pleasure, she almost can't stand it or Y/n. She feels so great on top of her and on her pussy like this. She wants Y/n to move faster so desperately but she's adamant about keeping up this slower pace.

"Oh baby, I can take," Lana teases. Y/n knows exactly what she's alluding to but she ignores Lana, still moving slow.

"If you brought me here to tease me because you're afraid of roughing me up, you should've left me at the bar."

It was bold for her to say that while Y/n is on top of her, but Y/n takes the bait. The grip of her hand on Lana's hip tightens and she throws her leg over her shoulder.

"You're so precious, but you have a smart mouth."

Y/n gives in and she's partially mad at herself for acting so out of character, but it's worth it; Lana is worth it. Her hips start to move faster and faster. Lana finally gets what she wants but it's almost too much for her body to take. The sound of their wet cunts together makes a loud squelching noise. Lana's tits jiggle at the power of Y/n's thrusting. Y/n cups one of them in her hand, tweaking and pinching Lana's nipple before pulling away again. She wraps her arms around Lana's leg again as she loses herself in her and the pleasure.

"I'm cumming!"

As Lana cries out, Y/n can feel her warmth gushing against her pussy; it's the hottest thing she's ever felt. Lana's eyes shut and her mouth open in ecstasy made her so beautiful.

"That's it baby, cum for me." Y/n's own release was the last thing on her mind even though Lana felt so good on her, she just wanted to watch Lana cum.

Y/n starts to slow down her movements. Her pussy was getting sensitive. Lana just groaned as she came down from her high. She runs her fingers through her hair and sinks into the bed.

"Earth to Lana...you still here with me?" Y/n tries to joke. She ignores Y/n's attempt to lighten the mood and sits up, prompting Y/n to get off of her. The look in her eye...she wants more.

"You gotta cum for me baby."

How bold she tonight is really blowing Y/n's mind. This is not something she expected from Lana who comes across as shy most of the time. But here she is taking charge and demanding Y/n to cum.

Y/n is wet with both of their arousal, and it makes it easier for Lana to slide her fingers inside of Y/n's pussy and fingerfuck her. Her eyes pierce through Y/n as she pumps her fingers in and out of her roughly and quickly. Lana's face is so dangerously close to her pussy, Y/n swears she is going to put her mouth on her, but she doesn't.

"Cum for me, Y/n. I really, really need you to cum for me baby." A naughty pout adorns her face.

The mention of her names draws a moan out from Y/n. It makes this all so incredibly real; Lana is the one getting her off, and she has no other option but to obey.

Her orgasm makes its arrival, prompting her cum to seep on to Lana's fingers. Lana gasps in delight, making her look so pretty. She squeals when she feels Y/n's walls spasming around her fingers. Y/n whimpers at her release. Lana bends down to give her slit a few licks, cleaning up a bit of the mess she just caused.

"Thank you for cumming for me, Y/n."

Lana is going to be the death of her.

-

It's their last night together and Lana finally got up there to sing for her. She picked a Carly Simon song Y/n has heard a few times before. She could tell that even though Lana was just having fun at karaoke, that this was a natural place for her.

"I probably won't see you for months, let me please you one last time."

"And, what about you?"

"Making you cum is enough to satisfy me."

High school cattiness and cliques did nothing to prepare her for how harsh it was going to be here. Her college wasn't even an Ivy League, nor was it super hard to get into, but everyone was so cutthroat. Maybe it was just how it was in a major city, everyone gunning for the same spot in life that will give them some success.

There were only three things that gave her solace: the lady who sells fruits down the block from her apartment, her carefully planned school schedule, and office B315. The walk up three flights of stairs was once daunting, then exhilarating, and then again daunting. For a school with a high tuition cost it was astounding that they didn't care to fix the elevator that was filled with the offices of the teachers who taught in the Arts & Science department. The building was somewhat old too. Y/n remembers her English 214 teacher told the class that she remembers when that building was built and that once the century turned, the school started to put more money into the STEM departments. Hearing that anecdote made Y/n question why she even came here, and if she should transfer, but there was something holding her down.

Professor Johnson didn't like to be called that, nor did she want any of her students to address her as "doctor." She just told them to call her Dakota, which they all did albeit a bit reluctantly at first.

Dakota was a mystery to her student. Some knew more about her than others, alleging that her father was someone important and with money and that's why she got this job at a much younger age than some of the other teachers. Y/n didn't humor the rumors. To be frank, she just didn't care. She needed this philosophy credit to fulfill one of her gen ed credits. She wasn't particularly interesting in philosophy nor was she super fond of Dakota's teaching style. That's probably why she was doing so bad in the class at one point.

The very first meeting she had with Dakota was not voluntary. Y/n received an email that asked her to come to her office at 3:20 on a Wednesday with no regard to whether or not Y/n had a class at that time or not. It also weirdly irked her that their meeting time was 3:20 and not something more common like 3:30. It was just ten minutes later!

It was awkward sitting in Dakota's office while she simply asked Y/n why her grades were slipping. Y/n honestly didn't have an answer. She thought she understood the material but every time all she got back on her papers were Cs, Ds, and even a few Fs on smaller assignments. Dakota didn't say much, she didn't even offer assistance for her. Y/n found it odd. What was the reason for this meeting if there wasn't any help or some sort of tips attached with it?

From that minute on, she decided that professor Johnson confused the hell out of her. Y/n became even more dumbfounded how she went in one time for a meeting about her grades and a month-and-a-half later was forced on her knees for her professor.

She didn't mean for it to happen, like most people probably didn't mean to start an affair with their professor. It was hard for her to reckon with her actions and what kind of consequences they might lead to. Dakota made it even harder because not only did she not care about the repercussions, but because everything she did made Y/n feel good. The way she stroked her skin, kissed her in places that had gone unkissed before, and how desire radiated from every single one of her intentions. Dakota didn't express her fondness for Y/n that much, but it showed in how she handled her; most of the time a little rough and other times slow and gentle.

Things changed when the semester ended and Y/n passed the class with a B+. She adjusted her studying method, but she wondered if her tryst with Dakota had something to do with her higher grade when she was just barely getting a C before midterms. Y/n didn't want to think that, didn't want to think she slept her way to a good grade, but it was hard to knock that intrusive thought out of her head. So much so that she called it off with Dakota. The shame was starting to overcome the pleasure. A part of her felt used even though she had no evidence to prove her thoughts were rational. She never received any answers from Dakota because she never dared to ask; she was just left out in the dark due to her own inaction.

It was the Spring semester and much warmer out. Y/n had to admit that she missed her philosophy class. Even though she was doing bad grade-wise for half of it, she did enjoy the material. She missed Dakota even more after weeks away from her.

How would Dakota react when she knocked on her office door? Would she be happy? Annoyed? Reject her? Or worse, would she be indifferent?

Y/n didn't peg Dakota as someone who did this with her students often, Y/n just got lucky. But she still wondered if Dakota found someone new for the semester. Y/n was well aware that those thoughts stemmed from her intrusive thoughts. She constantly had to remind herself that she had no reason to assume those things of Dakota. But she wasn't going to be satisfied until she saw her face again.

However, she had been too late. When she arrived on the third floor, there was only a custodial worker vacuuming the old carpet. The coffee stain from when Y/n dropped one of the cups in her hand was still there on the ground. (She had tried to show her gratitude to Dakota by bringing her lunch. It was her way of saying "thank you for fucking me so good.") Y/n's face burned at the memory as she walked straight to Dakota's office. The little window that let people peek through showed her that the office was dark and empty. It only had just hit six o'clock just a few minutes ago, so she was surprised that Dakota wasn't still here. It was a nice Thursday, so maybe she left early. And maybe it was stupid for Y/n to do this. Dakota was her former teacher, not some lover who she had a deeper relationship with. Sure their moments together were sexual but any special emotions felt a little one-sided, like Dakota just wanted someone to release any sexual frustration or desire she was feeling at the moment.

Then she remembered a place that Dakota had asked her to come to once. It was very rare that they met in public. They usually did things in Dakota's office after hours, or they'd go to Dakota's loft. It was such a stereotypical philosophy teacher's home. Y/n felt so odd the first time she walked inside, she felt like she was a teenager sneaking into a sex store. Dakota never understood why Y/n had so many reservations and always walked with guilt in every step. They were adults and morality was a manmade concept. Y/n consented to everything and it wasn't like she was a college freshman or even a sophomore. There was nothing wrong with what they did in Dakota's eyes.

But Y/n still felt awkward walking into this...bar? Pub? She wasn't sure what to call it. It was a little more relaxed than a bar. The owners were pretty lax, but this isn't a place where a college would want to sneak in. There was no music or room to dance. Most of the people here were unfamiliar and kept to themselves. Now that she thinks about it, it's probably why Dakota didn't mind meeting up here.

It was pretty empty today, the risk of being caught much lower. Even though she was of age, Y/n felt like she was going to get kicked out. This was Dakota's "place" and walking in without her felt weird.

She looked around without trying to look suspicious. She'd be able to spot her former teacher through this sparse crowd with ease. However, she couldn't find her. There was a chance she wasn't here, but she was wrong.

"Y/n."

There wasn't any denying who that voice belonged to. She turned around and Dakota was waving her down. Y/n looked around once again to make sure no one was watching her, and that the faces weren't familiar. Y/n slowly approached the lone table that Dakota sat at, a smirk playing on her former professors face. She knew what she was going to be subjected to.

"Thought you said you weren't gonna come back?"

"Don't make this any harder on me," Y/n replied back faster than she expected. She pulled the chair out and sat across from Dakota.

"Why are you here then if you didn't want me to give you a hard time?"

Y/n truly didn't have a reason, at least not one that she knew off the top of her head. Was she lonely? Sure, but there have been worse times than this. She didn't particularly miss Dakota, more that she missed what they did together. It was just hard to admit it.

"I just remembered this place? I don't know...I was in the neighborhood and wanted to come in."

"You looked like you were looking for someone. Are you meeting someone here?" Dakota asked, but she knew the answer already.

"I wasn't."

"Do you want me to get you a drink? You have your I.D. rig-"

"I actually just want to go back to your place?" Y/n wanted it to come out more confident, but her statement came out more like a question. Dakota cocked a brow at her, but she wasn't shocked at all.

"I'll pick up my check."

-

Y/n didn't remember the walk from the bar to Dakota's apartment being so long. Maybe it's because they didn't say anything to each other, just walked silently side-by-side.

"You should remember where everything is," Dakota said once they were in her apartment. It was much more messy, probably because Dakota wasn't expecting anyone to come over.

"The usual?"

"Yes," Y/n said with a tinge of shame in her voice. She hated that Dakota made it sound so casual when she spent months plagued with the images of Dakota standing above her, looking down at her before she engulfed her in pleasure.

Y/n walked into Dakota's bedroom as if she was familiar with it. She quickly undressed herself, not wanting to waste anymore time. If she had too many thoughts she allowed to get into her head then she'd probably end up making herself leave; that's not what she truly wanted.

Dakota finally came into the room, her body fully clothed contrasting to Y/n's nakedness.

"I always wanted to use these on you," Dakota fiddled with the metal on the hand restraints before she looked over at Y/n, "but you seemed to always be apprehensive about it. Are you going to let me use them tonight?"

It was Y/n's subconscious that made her nod her head. She had a bit of a fear being restrained with no control over herself, but if she didn't trust Dakota then she wouldn't be here with her right now.

"Good girl. Lay on your back."

Y/n felt a little self-conscious spread out on Dakota's bed like this but it's not like she hasn't seen her naked before. It was just the completely different context that made Y/n want to hide her body. However Dakota didn't let her. She fastened the restraints around her wrist and ankles, locking her to the bed. Y/n tested them out of curiosity and she was truly stuck with Dakota being the only person to free her. Her first instinct was to freak out, but she didn't want to get herself worked up. If she wanted to be freed then all she would have to do is ask Dakota and she'll free her. If she didn't trust Dakota, she wouldn't be here.

"You walked into the bar as if you didn't miss me, but look," Dakota ran a finger down Y/n's body, and all the way to her puffy slit, "you're so fucking wet for me."

All Y/n could do was whimper. It was absolutely true and Dakota knew it the second she laid eyes on her tonight. There is no use denying it, especially when she restrained to Dakota's bed.

"I'm going to get this pretty pussy ready for my cock, don't you worry."

Y/n groaned, wiggling her hips in anticipation. She could feel herself becoming impossibly wetter. Dakota's tongue hadn't even tasted her yet and she still felt overwhelmed. Maybe it was Dakota closing in on her, and her warm breath tickling her skin; either way, Y/n was dying for more.

"Spread your legs."

Y/n instantly obeyed, but her legs were already pried apart and she couldn't move them further apart. Dakota laughed at her, making it clear that she was taunting her.

"Dumb baby," she patted Y/n's head, "you'll get use to be held down."

Y/n's skin looked so smooth and soft, perfect to bruise. Dakota always wished she got a chance to mark up her skin with a paddle or riding crop. She never did because Y/n didn't seem too fond of those devices, but it was a win to have Y/n restrained against her bed: wet, dripping, and desperate.

"Want me to touch you?"

"Please?"

"Oh c'mon, you can beg better than that. I've heard you beg for a higher grade better than that."

Y/n shook her head from side to side for some reason. It wasn't often that Dakota made her beg, but when she did it was highly embarrassing.

"Please just touch me! I'm so wet," Y/n's hips jutted into the air as high as they could go. Her whole body was wiggling and buzzing with anticipation.

"Where? Where do you want me to touch you?" With the same finger, Dakota circled one of Y/n's nipples until it got harder, "want me to touch you here?" Y/n moaned, feeling Dakota's skin against her sensitive bud. It was satisfying to be touched but just not enough to get off. Dakota teased her other nipple until it was just as hard.

"Has anyone touched you since the last time?" Y/n shook her head no in response. "Good."

Dakota walked to the edge of the bed and looked at just how wet Y/n is for her. It only took light teasing to make her wetter. She ran her finger along the hood of her clit. "I know you want more little baby, but you wait for me when I'm ready to make you feel good." Every time Y/n groaned, Dakota felt more full inside. It was so fun to poke at her and make her feel on edge. She'd bring Y/n to the edge until she undid the seams of pleasure and let her fall.

She pressed a finger into Y/n's sopping hole. Y/n groaned and shifted against the bed. Having a lack of freedom to stretch and have her body show the full extent of her pleasure was mentally tough for her. Dakota fingered her slowly, her single digit reaching as far inside of her as it could. She curled it inside of her, hitting her sweet spot.

"That feel good?"

"Yea," Y/n whined and nodded her head. She felt helpless. She was so needy that even one finger made her feel this good. Y/n tried to move her hips to fuck Dakota's finger, but it was a bit futile.

"Be patient. Unless you want me to edge you and then leave you here alone."

"No! Please don't! I'll be a good girl," Y/n begged. Dakota knew that Y/n was going to be a good girl, she always was, but she loved to hear the declaration every single time.

Her pussy looked so delicious under the dim lights of the sunset. Dakota fucked her pussy faster, but she couldn't help herself from getting on her knees and placing herself between those legs. She buried her tongue between Y/n's folds, her tongue bumping against her own finger. Y/n was so frustrated that she couldn't run her fingers through Dakota's hair and tug at it. All she could do was buck her hips and cry out into the open air. Dakota slurping on her pussy always made her feel bashful, but she had no way to hide her face. She dared to look down and Dakota was looking up at her. Y/n closed her eyes again and let the pleasure over take her.

"I'm gonna cum!"

She should've known that Dakota wasn't going to let her cum so soon. Her declaration made Dakota pull her mouth away and her finger out of her cunt. Y/n groaned in frustration, but there is nothing she could do.

"I didn't say you could cum."

Dakota stepped away from her bed, looking down at Y/n and seeing the state she was in. She loved that she was able to do this to her. Now all she wanted to do was fuck her to tears. She left Y/n alone to go grab her strap-on. It's been a while since she's used it, Y/n being the last person she used it on. Y/n hadn't gotten any since their last time and neither has Dakota. She was sexually frustrated and needed to take it out on her poor Y/n.

"This is what you came here for, huh? My big cock filling you up?"

This isn't the first time she used it on Y/n, but her bottom lip still trembled with some fear. She had forgotten how the stretch was going to feel. She held her breath as Dakota leaned over her and for the first time in a long time, kissed her lips.

She aimed the head at her slit and she swiftly pushed in. Y/n grunted when the entire length invaded her. She desperately wanted to wrap her around her body, run her fingernails down Dakota's back but she couldn't, it was torturous.

"Such a good girl. You're still a little cock whore for me."

Dakota started pumping into her with no hesitance. Every thrust made Y/n gasp and whimper in excitement. Her cunt was incredibly wet, making it easy for her to take the thick cock. She kept her eyes closed as she endured the onslaught of Dakota and the cock she wielded.

"So fucking pretty taking my dick. You love it don't you?"

"Yes! Keep fucking me! Please don't stop...please, please, please," her begging made Dakota pump into her faster. She held onto Y/n's waist for more leverage.

"I'm gonna make you cum baby. You've been such a good girl for me, you always are."

The moment of vulnerability was not lost upon Y/n. She wouldn't address it afterwards, but she was going to store that memory in her brain forever. But for now, she was lost in the hypnotic sound of her cunt squelching around Dakota's cock.

Dakota bent her head down and took one of Y/n's nipples in her mouth. She sucked on her bud and flicked her tongue over it, making Y/n whimper even louder. Dakota popped it out of her mouth to kiss between the valley of Y/n's breast. It made her feel feverish inside, eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head.

"I'm gonna cum," she whispered.

Dakota watched her face intently as she continued to fill her up. Y/n's face always gave away when she was cumming. A loud cry pierced the air as she spasmed around the cock still pumping inside of her. Dakota peppered her skin with light kisses as she fucked her through her high.

Y/n's body felt like jello. The restraints kept her in place, but she felt her back sink into the bed.

She kept her eyes closed so she didn't see Dakota get up and take the restraints off of her wrist and ankles. Y/n was used to being in that position that she still had the phantom feeling of being restrained.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to," Dakota's voice broke her out of her daze. With the state she was in, Y/n didn't not want to move at all.

"Can I stay?"

"Good morning," Megan says sweetly as if the two have some relationship beyond being frenemies. After last night, Y/n isn't sure how to define them or even act around Megan, but she surely doesn't seem to give it a second thought. "If we're not in the lobby in the next hour I think your mother is going to have a third key made and drag us out of here."

They got ready in complete silence. It was the first time in Y/n's life that Megan has been so quiet. There wasn't much to say although Y/n's mind is itching to try to figure out what the hell that was last night. It's like something came over her and she couldn't control herself. Kissing Megan was one thing, but then to become so obedient and grind against her thigh like a horny freak who can't control themself is another. It was unlike her and she needed to understand the reason why. But, the trip activities didn't allow for her to slow down.

Skiing was the entire basis of this trip and what had Y/n's mother so excited. No one in their family had done it before but her brother-in-law's family talk as if they’re really good at it. It caused her overzealous mother to skip the bunny slope and go for something more advanced, and of course her father followed suit.

"You do this before?" Megan asks, helmet in hand. It's the first time she's talked to her since they left the hotel this morning.

"No. You?"

"A few times in college. I had a stupidly rich friend whose parents invited me a few times to a resort like this. Rich people love skiing and snowboarding for some reason," Megan went on her normal tangent as if everything was just fine and normal. She notices how Y/n looks at the ground instead of her. Last night flashes in her head, but she doesn't want to make Y/n uncomfortable and bring it up first. "I can stick to the beginners slope with you though. It's always better for your first time to be with someone experienced."

Maybe it was her dirty mind or her conscience, but everything Megan says leads Y/n back to last night and all the questions she has about Megan. Was this her first time seducing someone she had been rude to in the past? Is she always so dominant, or has someone brought her to her knees like she did to Y/n last night. A million and one questions that feel too inappropriate to just ask outright.

Despite her slight hesitation, Y/n agrees to let Megan accompany her. There's no way she's going to third wheel with her sister and Dean, and she wouldn't want to run the risk of run into Nicole again where she could actually fuck up. That's Megan's purpose of being here anyway, to keep Y/n company while two families of varying class status try to blend into one. Megan's family is just there as a cushion.

"I'll show you the ropes."

Megan is oddly professional and neutral as she teaches and shows Y/n the basics of skiing. It's like Y/n is dealing with a completely different person, a stranger even.

She has no second thoughts about touching Y/n to help her form and showing her correct posture. Even the cold air around her can't help Y/n cool down when she feels Megan's touch through the thick layers of clothing and ski gear. Did she feel the tension too, or is all of this just in Y/n's head?

The only break she gets from thinking about where she and Megan stand now is when it's her turn to go down the bunny slope. She holds her breath right as she begins to move, but remembers the lesson Megan gave her. Just a few seconds after she begins to move, Megan appears beside her, giving Y/n an odd sense of comfort. This slope is by no means difficult or challenging, but Y/n feels so uncoordinated in her gear. It's either from her beginner status or because Megan is right there.

After a few more laps on the slope, Y/n finds herself back at the top and completely exhausted while everyone else seem to be the fucking energizer bunny. Even her father, a man notorious for not really enjoying sports, seemed to be having the time of his life. It was like being the only kid at an amusement park that gets motion sickness from roller coasters. She wants to enjoy herself and take advantage of the kindness of her privileged in-law's, but Y/n just can't bring herself to act like she's alright. She's never been good at hiding her true feelings when they were bubbling so close to the surface.

"You alright?" Megan approaches her in slight concern. This entire time she had been by Y/n's side, and that somehow ended up making things worse.

"Y-Yes. I'm just gonna head back."

Y/n is  walking  away before she can even get the last syllable out. She doesn't mean to be so rude, but clearly it doesn't phase Megan who is hot on her trail.

"Wait up!"

It doesn't matter how fast she walks, she can't out pace Megan, just like her brain can't stop thinking about the night before. Yet when she makes it to the lift, she's able to hop onto her own before Megan can join her. The high altitudes don't help her inability to catch her breath. She feels like a coward for dipping out like that, but she found herself suffocated by trying to act like everything is cool and normal.

She makes it back to the resort and heads right to the front desk. She did not have a plan, but one thing she was certain of was that she cannot stay in a room with Megan tonight.

"Hi I'm staying in room 215, but my card isn't work," Y/n waves the card to her room in the desk person's face, trying to laugh it off like it's nothing.

The woman behind the desk isn't reactive, just glares at her before turning her eyes back to the computer screen.

"Can I have the last name?"

"Oh, Y/l/n? It also might be in Rick's name? I'm here with my brother-in-law's family and they booked the rooms for us."

She couldn't care for the explanation even if she tried. She just stays quiet and grabs a new card to activate.

"Here you go," she says dryly, handing her the card.

Y/n is grateful that the lady didn't pry or notice any red flags. Yes, it's her parents room, but she could've been anyone trying to get into someone's hotel room. 

Once inside she texted her mom.

'Hey mom, I'm crashing in your room tonight. Nothing happened between Megan and I. I just miss you :)'

It was a blatant lie, but the easiest. Y/n knows it would play into her mother's sensitives when she brings up how they all used to stay in one room when they were younger and how she misses that. Of course she didn't miss her father's snoring, but she could endure that more than facing Megan right now. 

The rest of the day went by with Y/n holding herself up in her parent's hotel room. They were gone for hours and apparently did so many things to do that once they came back, her mother went on for almost an hour about the day's festivities. 

"We really missed you today honey. I'm sure Megan was lonely since you are the only one close to her age here. Some of Dean's friends were talking to her, which isn't surprising since she's such a pretty girl, but I could tell she doesn't care for them. Are you sure everything is alright between you two?"

"Yeah mom, I just got tired. I think the altitude is messing with me a little bit and I just wanted to be around you guys."

"Oh sweetie!"

Y/n earns a big hug from her mother. She hadn't witnessed true suffocation today until now, but it beats whatever fucked up feelings she would have if she had gone back to her shared room with Megan.

She does nothing but stare at the ceiling until late at night. The moonlight pours into the room, casting stark shadows against the walls. Her father's snores fill her ears but it's not louder than the noise in her head. 

Loser little sister.

Everything Megan had said to her last night echoes inside. She fears that Megan is right about her, seeing that she let her cowardice get the best of her. She couldn't even swallow a trip that is practically free. Y/n is not entirely new to hooking up with someone, but after doing it once she knew it wasn't for her. She can't separate her emotions from sex which is why she can't stand to be around Megan right now. She doesn't understand what last night was. It was hard to call it sex, and it certainly wasn't love-making. The only emotion present last night was pure lust. She was humping her leg like a dog in heat. Y/n didn't think she had it in her to degrade herself like that. She could turn down a sexual advance in exchange for a better job, but she folded so quickly for Megan when there was no real incentive. She had the upper hand in kissing her first but then she quickly threw it away and right back into Megan's grasp. That was not only the dynamic she's always had with Megan, but a theme that has followed her into adulthood. It's why this situation throws her for such a fucking loop. She feels like she doesn't really know who she is or what she wants.

Her thoughts only quiet down until her body and mind cannot stand to be awake any longer. She only did a few laps on the bunny slope today, but it really took a lot out of her physically. She already feels sore and probably wouldn't have joined everyone else for the rest of today's activities. It's just that the added stress from her weird situation made things even worse.

-

Y/n sheepishly slinks out of her parent's room and down to the lobby. She's still wearing the clothes that were underneath her gear yesterday and her stomach growls ferociously. She opted to skip dinner last night, not even grabbing a quick bite from the little to-go area. It was early enough that she felt more confident that she wouldn't run into anyone as she dined in the breakfast area.

"Hey, Y/n!"

For a split second she tenses up, until her sister's voice registers in her brain. She joins her at the table where she sits alone.

"Are you here with mom and dad?"

"No, they're still sleeping. Probably will be until noon if we're being honest."

"Where were you yesterday? You just disappeared while we were skiing."

"Oh, I just got tired. The attitude got to me, and plus you know I inherited dad's lack of athleticism."

"Yeah, the first time can be pretty brutal. I did catch up with your friend Megan though. One of Dean's friends likes her."

"Figures."

Y/n rolls her eyes at the mention of her brother-in-law's weird friends. Everyone seems to be pushing for this to work out when Y/n is the only one who knows about their private moment just minutes before she got Y/n away from Nicole. Y/n sister laughs and playfully shoves her shoulder.

"Oh, don't be jealous! I'm sure one of them might like you too, but you've actually got to talk to them!"

It's funny how Y/n's sister completely misreads the situation, something she often does. She knows that most people consider her 'too ditzy' for Dean, but he does love her so no one questions them.

"If you think I want some fuck who's over thirty and can only bag young twenty-something girls because no respecting woman his age wants him, then you truly don't know me."

"Well it doesn't have to be the guy you want, but maybe the attention? I know you and Megan have never been that close before, so it's probably awkward. But you two are such different people that it makes you see the traits you don't have yourself. You know what I mean? Like when I hang out with Dean's work friends, I'm so different from all of their wives that I constantly compare myself to them! I know I don't have a higher degree or speak multiple languages, but at least my husband doesn't cheat on me like their husbands do!"

Y/n squints her eyes at her sister; another person she knows who is prone to going on a tangent. She doesn't know exactly what she's getting at since the story, like always, circled back to her own life, but she doesn't like the insinuation that she's jealous of Megan. If only she knew the true dynamic at play.

"Since when are you Mrs. Let-Me-Psychoanalyze-People?"

"I don't know. It's just that this is the first time our families have really been together for an extended period of time and I get to see all the dynamics at play. I feel like I'm in the White Lotus or something!"

"Well, it's not that entertaining."

She shifts awkwardly in her seat, eyes scanning the room to make sure she doesn't spot anyone familiar. Her sister pays her no mind, instead going on about everything they did yesterday while she sulked in her parent's hotel room.

"Are you joining us today for shopping, or do you plan on going MIA again?"

Y/n could do it once, but she knows she can't do it twice. Despite being an adult, she doesn't want to get an earful of her mother calling her ungrateful like she's a child again. She figures she'll be able to put some healthy distance between her and Megan today if she just sticks by her sister.

"Sure. Where are we going?"

It comes as no surprise that they end up at high-end stores. Her mother would never plan a trip that doesn't include a day of spending money. Everyone seems more enthused about opening their wallets than doing another day of skiing. Still in her clothes from the day before, Y/n was able to keep herself far enough away from Megan that nothing appeared to be wrong. Only her and Megan know that she is avoiding her like the plague. She can feel those brown eyes staring into the back of her head. She finds herself waiting for Megan to approach her or at least say hi to her, but it never comes. 

The constant anticipation is making her anxious. Y/n knows Megan to an extent, and she knows that she's just not the type to sit back and be quiet if someone is blatantly ignoring her. She has a million questions about why Y/n freaked out so much yesterday. The clear reason is what they had done the night before, but Megan just didn't see it as a big deal. They were both tipsy and just horny. People get off without feeling all the time.

"Honey, are you sure you want to come with us old ladies?" Your mother jokes when she notices how much you're hovering around her. "You can go with your sister and Megan."

It's almost embarrassing to be called out by her mother like this, but Y/n just smiles and insists on staying with them and as far away from Megan as she can.

This charade she puts up begins to get on Megan's nerves. She finds it childish that Y/n can't even stand to be around her that she resorts to following the mothers around in some tacky department store. Her annoyance only gets stronger as the day progresses into night. Y/n sits far away from her at dinner and doesn’t even look in her direction. Megan can’t deny that she’s slightly hurt. She can’t say that she has a crush on Y/n or anything like that, but a hook-up doing everything to avoid her is new. She’s used to someone chasing after her and wanting to talk to her even more after a night together. Hell, even this Mike guy is more keen on talking to her and she hadn’t even done anything with him.

The sense of rejection stings, and in the face of it, Megan acts. 

“I think I’m gonna go to the spa tonight. I could use a massage,” she says it loud enough for Y/n to hear. If it sounds like she'll be out of the room for a while, then that gives Y/n an in to sneak in. Megan is certain that her plan will work.

It wasn't fun having to wander around the resort just to kill time in hopes of catching Y/n in their room. She laughs at the ridiculousness of it all, but Megan will do whatever she needs to confront Y/n because she's not one to take being ignored lightly. After nearly two hours of just fucking around she decides she'll try their room. She imploys the skill of moving in silence that she's learned from her years of sneaking back into the house, or trying not to wake up her college roommate after a wild night of partying.

The sound of the shower lets her know her plan had worked. Y/n is in the room and can't avoid her now.

Megan didn't think twice about stripping herself of the layers of clothes. The wall that once kept her and Y/n separated is completely gone in her eyes. A person doesn't just cum on another and the two don't have some sort of bond after it. Her way of thinking could be seen as cocky, or bold depending on who you are.

Y/n doesn't hear the slight creak of the door opening. The shampoo sliding down her forehead and way too close to her eyes make it harder to make out the approaching silhouette of the last person she wants to see. It's not until she hears the glassdoor sliding open that her heart nearly comes to a stop. She lets out a sharp gasp and whips around to see Megan stepping into the shower beside her.

"Make some room," she has the audacity to say.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

"This is the only way I can talk to you!" Megan notices how Y/n tries to cover her body, causing her to roll her eyes "You don't need to cover yourself. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"M-Megan-"

"Don't say my name like that. I want you to explain why you're avoiding me like I have something contagious. What did I do to you?"

Y/n can't believe it has come to this. She didn't think Megan would be so bothered by her, but clearly she's bothered enough to show up in the shower naked with her. Y/n tries to keep her eyes north of Megan's chest. She was the one exposed the other night so this is her first time seeing naked like this, yet she's the one who feels the most vulnerable. She did not expect to be questioned for her actions so she's speechless, which Megan doesn't like at all.

"Is silence really a nice way to treat someone who made you cum?"

"Don't talk like that!"

"Why not? We're adults, not fucking teenagers. I'm so tired of you acting like you can't handle things! We hooked up and now you're acting like a scared cat. I'm not scared, Y/n, I'm not going to bite you!" Megan pauses for a little after seeing the look on Y/n's face. 

She claims she's not scared, but now that she vented a little, she does think it's a little insane how she didn't think twice about doing this instead of waiting for her to get out of the shower. But would her point be as effective if she didn't? It's not to make Y/n nervous, but to show her she can't avoid everything in life.

"I kind of thought we'd be closer, but I kind of feel like a freak with you being silent with me," she admits, her tone now passive.

What Megan fails to see is how something like this can be so complicated for Y/n. Yes, she enjoyed the other night, more so than she'd like to admit, but that doesn't change their relationship in an instant. A part of her still doesn't trust Megan or likes the way she always talks to her with a teasing tone. It's like she's talking down on her which Y/n already receives too much of in her real life. She won't willingly choose to be close to someone who does the same to her. You can't pick your family, and it's not easy to just change jobs because the office culture is toxic, but Y/n has full control of who she lets in as a friend. She's not actually sure what label she would even give Megan at this point, but her guard is up for a reason.

"This isn't easy for me..."

"I'm not asking for things to be easy. I'm just saying that you don't have to keep avoiding me. We only have a few days left of this trip. I promise you can go back to acting like I don't exist once it's over, but for now just act like I actually exist."

It had only crossed Y/n's mind once that maybe Megan would feel shitty because of her. Things have never been that way, yet here Megan is now, seemingly baring herself for Y/n's sake. She can tell that her words are sincere because Megan always hated to be left out; it had even been the source of some teasing when they were younger. The part of Y/n that feels bad grows larger than the one that wants to preserve itself. She can feel a certain weakness creeping up inside of her, the very weakness she felt when she placed her cunt against Megan's thigh.

"C'mon Y/n, say something! I don't think you should let your emotional hang-ups get in the way of you having fun..." Megan steps closer, way too close. Y/n can feel the warmth of her presence as their wet skin nearly touched. She leans into whisper, "everyone here is having fun besides you. It doesn't have to be that way. We can keep having fun."

She's a pro at this, Y/n swears of it, because all it takes is for Megan to touch her arm and the two are kissing. Their bodies fully press together, the soap on Y/n's body rubbing off on Megan and leaving a trail of soapy bubbles. Feeling the softness of her breast along with hard nipples against her own breasts is otherworldly. Sometimes just the feeling of each other's body was all Y/n needed to get off, but it's an added bonus that Megan is so persistent and very handsy.

Megan had missed the way Y/n kissed her. How her lips are soft yet always determined. Something about it makes her want to be soft, gentle, especially knowing how fragile this connection is. This is somewhere between a hook-up and lovers touching each other for the first time. Megan has to slow her mind down, not to put too much thought in the interaction knowing that'll scare Y/n away. But she can't help the way her heart skips a beat as their lips move faster, harder against one another.

Soft moans vibrating each other's mouth and hands roaming their bodies. This is all Y/n needs if she's being honest, but of course it's always nice to feel direct pleasure. Megan's hand slips between her wet thighs and her fingers find her pussy. Y/n pulls away, breaking the kiss to let out a languid moan. Frankly, this is exactly what she needed. She had pushed away the sexual thoughts about Megan last night, but she was going to reach a boiling point if she had continued to do so. She's not above masturbating to the thought of Megan playing with her tits, but she's grateful that she gets to feel it in real time.

"Fuck, I love how hard your nipples get even when I barely touch them," Megan sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. She looks at Y/n like she's prey ready to be devoured. "If we weren't under water, I bet you'd still be wet for me."

Y/n looks away before leaning forward. Her forehead rests against Megan's shoulder as the fingers pressed against her clit move a little faster. The pressure is enough to make her legs start to tremble. With how slippery the floor is, she hopes she can stay up, but knows how her body reacts to Megan's touch.

"She fucking missed me," Megan teases. "I didn't even have to touch her last night for her to weep for me like this. I wonder what it'd be like to be inside of you..." She punctuates the last of her words with a finger pushing past Y/n's folds and into her pussy. A soaking wet mess, and it's certainly not because of the shower. 

The warmth and slippery wetness she feels has Megan moaning too. She presses her own thighs together for some tension relief, but she's much more concerned with Y/n than anything else. Each moan that comes out of her mouth is louder than the next. Eventually she's drowning out the sound of the water beating against the ground. It's egging Megan on, who ends up slipping in another finger into Y/n's pussy. Her walls wrap so sweetly around her fingers, sucking her in for more pleasure which she is more than happy to give. She curls her fingers in search of that sweet spot that'd drive Y/n crazy. Everyone has it, she just has to find it, and quickly she does.

"Fuck Megan! Fuck...."

All of her shame has completely gone out the window. Y/n is so stupid for even thinking she could deprive herself of something like this. Had she gone the rest of the trip without letting Megan touch her again she would have come to regret it. It's been a long time since she's been touched and the building tension between the two and her own frustrations made the pleasure feel ten times better. Her hips move in tandem with Megan's thrust, trying to get them even deeper inside of her. She's almost surprised that Megan isn't teasing her for humping her hand like a dog in heat, but the look on Megan's face is one Y/n has never seen before. Her pupils are blown wide from lust, and her mouth sits slightly open.

“I-I’m gonna…Megan I’m gonna…”

It’s a miracle her words don’t sound like incoherent babble especially as Megan’s fingers press into the soft, spongy spot inside of her. She’s holding onto her in such a pathetic way so she doesn’t collapse.

The tightness and wetness of Y/n's cunt makes Megan shiver. It might be the weakest she has felt in her presence, yet she does nothing to hide it. The moment Y/n looks up at her it feels as if the thicker barrier between them has completely shattered. What remains is a bunch of questions that Megan isn't going to bother to answer. Their vacation is over in a few days, and all she cares about is making the most of the time.

-

"Well you two seem awfully close now. What happened? Bonding over boys or something?"

"Shut up," Y/n rebuttals. She has to look away to avoid eye contact with her sister. A knowing smile spread on Megan's lips. Boys are the last thing the two are concerned with.

"What? I was hoping Megan's charm would rub off on you and you'd hit it off with one of Dean's friends. We still have two days left of the trip, you know..."

The relationship between the two wasn't a complete 180, but definitely a notable change that Y/n's sister had noticed. Her mother seemed to have noticed it too, but didn't feel the need to comment on it in fear it would change. All she had wanted was for everyone to get along so she wouldn't have to find another family to vacation with during the holidays. Her incessant need to make everything a group trip is fruitful for Y/n for the first time in her life.

After the shower incident, the two slept in separate beds, unlike their first night together. The separation didn't mean anything because they were chatting all morning and a little closer than normal. Megan found no shame in undressing herself in front of Y/n. While she was a little more comfortable too, Y/n wouldn't allow her eyes to linger too long knowing what affect Megan has on her.

"I'm just teasing you," her sister chuckles, her eyes moving to Megan who gives her a tight smile. 

She had always used Y/n's sister as a point of comparison, but she'd be a liar if she didn't admit to finding Y/n way more tolerable to be around. She walks away when she spots her husband, but some of the tension is still there. Megan doesn't have any sisters so she can't understand the dynamic directly, but she knows how it can be. She can feel Y/n's annoyance lingering around her all day even as they do various bullshit that their schedule is filled with. Megan doesn't say a word about it; not until the two are alone again.

"I always thought you were the prettier sister. Your sister just has a way with talking to boys."

It was a funny thing to say to someone while one has their fingers inside of the person, but Megan just didn't care. She giggles when Y/n turns her head away from her. Is it her touch or the words? It doesn't matter to Megan, she just loves seeing Y/n growing flustered.

"Thanks I guess."

She notices how Y/n's grimaces despite her fingers hitting the spot that drives her wild.

"What?"

"You're just shit at giving compliments, but I guess it's what makes you you."

The silence between them lingers, the only sound filling the room is the squelching of Y/n's pussy and her soft moans. Megan knows it feels good, but she has an unreadable look on her face, one that makes Megan think she's not doing good enough. She attempts to close the gap by pumping her fingers faster only to be stopped by Y/n's hand.

"Can I go down on you instead?"

Megan finds it shocking that not only did Y/n outright ask, but that she wants to do something like that. Their sexual history with others hadn't been explored, but Megan blindly assumed that Y/n just didn't have much experience, which didn't matter to her either way.

"Sure...fuck it! I'll never say no to that." Megan flops onto her back, Y/n instantly moving down between her legs. "Fuck you look so hot down there."

Y/n felt like so much attention was on her that Megan was kind of left in the dark. It's only kind to return the favor instead of being selfish. Megan's arousal clings to her inner thigh where Y/n presses a hot kiss. It makes her shiver, her legs opening wider in anticipation. She's never been so turned on in her life and it shows in how her fingers move in Y/n's hair.

"D-Don't tease me," she begs, her voice wavering on each syllable.

It's not Y/n's turn to feel in control. She can't help but smirk as she lingers in between Megan's legs, not giving her pussy any attention. The whine that comes from her mouth is high-pitched and needy. Y/n's mouth is everywhere but her cunt. She gives a light suck to the apex of her thighs, so close to her pussy but just not enough.

"Y/n...please..."

Hearing her beg like that is so intoxicating to Y/n she thinks she might be drunk. The smell of her cunt is so enticing that Y/n can't resist her any longer. Her mouth attaches to Megan's clit and the first string of curses falls from her mouth.

"Fuck Y/n...just like that!"

Her fingers thread Y/n’s hair, holding her head to her pussy to keep her in place. Every single nibble and suck to her clit creates a wave that’s intenser than the last. She’s not going to last at all and instead of trying to hide it, Megan completely embraces it.

She grinds her cunt against Y/n’s face until her sensitive flesh is completely captured in her mouth. Her tongue runs against her sticky folds until it’s poking through and trying to tease her opening. Y/n feel her muscles tighten with each teasing poke of her tongue. The grip on her head gets tighter and she can feel Megan’s clit pulsing against her tongue.

“Fuuuuuuck! I’m gonna cum!”

Her whine of pleasure is long and drawn out. It’s much to Y/n’s ears; the sweet sound of Megan’s moans mixing with the lewd sounds Y/n’s mouth makes against her cunt. Her movements become sloppy as Megan’s taste begins to flow and spread in her mouth. She drinks her up as if she’s dying of thirst. It’s her second time in life ever going down on someone, but this experience won’t be topped. 

Panting, sweaty, and full of delight. It’s the first time on this trip Y/n has truly felt happy and it’s because she’s between Megan’s thighs. The cum on her lips makes her face glisten in the dim light, a sight Megan doesn’t think she’ll be able to erase from her head. She smiles coyly before squeezing Y/n’s head between her thighs, making Y/n join in on her laughs. There is a lightness to the both of them, one that they’ve never felt around each other before.