#nanissy

Chrissy laughed. With her thumb, she pressed Nancy's bottom lip back in. She didn't remove her thumb, though. She brushed it over Nancy's lip. . .enjoying the feeling of Nancy's soft skin. Chrissy swallowed as Nancy's tongue darted out for a moment, licking her own skin before Nancy drew it back in. Nancy gently kisses the pad of her thumb, and Chrissy bit her lip.

"Do you remember when we used to have sleepovers and we used to practice kissing?" Chrissy asked.

"Is that what we were doing?" Nancy asked.

Nancy moved closer to Chrissy and threw a leg over her hip. Chrissy moved her hand from Nancy's lip down to her neck and continued to trail her hand down until it was on Nancy's hip. Nancy brushed her nose against Chrissy's, her mouth just inches away. . .Chrissy gasped. She moved her hand from Nancy's hip to her ass and pressed her leg further between her legs. Nancy moved her hips, and Chrissy grasped at the friction. She met Nancy's movement and pressed her thigh against Nancy's center. Nancy moved her hands under Chrissy's shirt, bunching it up above her waist.

"We definitely knew what we were doing. . .and it wasn't practicing," Chrissy admitted.

Nancy flipped her over, straddled her waist, and pinned her hands above her head.

"Definitely not," Nancy grinned and intertwined their fingers together.

Nancy rocked her hips against Chrissy, and she smirked at the noise that slipped from her mouth. Chrissy glared at her and grabbed her hips. She tossed Nancy onto her back at the foot of the bed and climbed on top of her. Chrissy moved her face closer to Nancy's and brushed her lips against hers.

"Are you teasing me, Nancy?" She asked sweetly.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Nancy laughed.

Chrissy went to kiss her, but Nancy cupped her face, stopping her.

"What's wrong?" Chrissy asked.

"You're so beautiful," Nancy said, her blue eyes sparkling.

"So are you," she giggled.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered suddenly.

"Why not?" Chrissy pouted.

"I'm with Jonathan, and you're with Jason," Nancy said.

"So? You said the relationship with Jonathan is practically over, and I never wanted to be with Jason," Chrissy said.

"I want to do this the right way, and then we can be together. I just need to do this. Jonathan deserves that, and even though Jason is a massive dick, he does, too. We all do," Nancy said. "I want to get this right this time."

"Well, that sounds completely logical. . .can we still cuddle, at least?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, yeah," Nancy laughed.

They laid back onto the pillows, and Nancy pulled Chrissy into her arms. Chrissy sighed happily as she pressed her cheek against Nancy's chest.

"Goodnight," Chrissy said.

"Goodnight," Nancy said and kissed the top of her head.

A week later. . .

Chrissy was standing in her own bedroom in nothing but a towel, staring at her closet while Nancy sprawled out on her bed. She was going to be the one to drive Chrissy to school today.

"So, you and Jonathan broke up?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah, it actually went really well," Nancy said. "Turns out, he's got his eye on someone else, too."

"Well, that's good," Chrissy frowned as she glanced at her clothes.

"Yeah. . .what are you doing?" Nancy asked.

"I'm trying to pick the best outfit to break up with Jason in. . .I need something that makes him regret ever treating me like shit," Chrissy said.

"Well. . .anything that he never let you wear before should do the trick," Nancy said.

"That's true," Chrissy smirked and dropped the towel. "Or maybe I should just break up with him like this."

"Chrissy!" Nancy exclaimed, and Chrissy turned to find her face red.

"He'd definitely regret it," Chrissy said and ran her hands over her breasts. "What do you think?"

"He doesn't deserve to see you naked ever again," Nancy growled.

"Are you jealous, Nancy Wheeler?" Chrissy asked.

"Are you teasing me, Chrissy Cunningham?" Nancy asked.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Chrissy said.

"I should bend you over my knee for that one," Nancy said with a laugh.

"Promises, promises," Chrissy sang.

She slipped into a pair of pink panties and then put on her matching bra. Chrissy decided for a moment before putting on a pink feaux leather mini skirt and a black button-up. She missed a couple of buttons on purpose. Chrissy kept her hair down but made sure it looked as wild as possible. She turned to Nancy and smirked when she found her looking dumbfounded.

"You look great, Chris, the black and the pink definitely work for you," Nancy said.

"It looks like it's working for you too, babe," Chrissy winked. "Now, let's go dump his ass."

"Shoes and backpack, Chrissy."

"Oh, right!"

Breaking up with Jason had been a lot harder than she expected. She normally met him first thing in the morning, but she hadn't been able to find a way to talk to him until lunchtime rolled around. Chrissy had approached the doors to the cafeteria and froze. She could do this. . .couldn't she? Suddenly, she felt a familiar hand on her back.

"You can do this. Whenever you're ready, I'm here," she heard Nancy's voice whisper in her ear.

"Oh, my mom will be pissed," Chrissy said.

"Fuck your mom," Nancy said. "Her and Jason have been controlling every single aspect of your life without even asking you what you want. I'm asking you now, Chrissy, what do you want?"

Chrissy smiled and squared her shoulders. She squeezed Nancy's hand before walking into the cafeteria. She approached the table where Jason was sitting and laughing with his friends.

"Jason," she said, interrupting them. "Can we go somewhere and talk?"

"Babe, what are you wearing?" Jason asked and laughed. "You look like a slut."

Chrissy narrowed her eyes at him. He was making this too easy for her.

"You look and sound like an asshole," she replied.

"Jesus, Chrissy, what's gotten into you?" He asked. "Go take that stuff off and brush your hair."

"Okay, I was going to do this in a less public setting, but now I don't give a shit. I am done with your bullshit, Jason Carver! I am done with the abuse, I am done with your bullying. . .I can't stand to see you fuck with people anymore and I can't stand to be fucked by you. I am dumping your ass!" Chrissy yelled.

"No, you're not," Jason said, standing up. "You love me."

"Are you seriously telling me how I feel?" Chrissy scoffed. "You and I both know that this has always been about our parents and what they want for us! You only love the idea of me. I'm done with it. . .with all this. . .this forced conformity bullshit! And I'm done with you!"

She heard someone clap and wolf whistle. . .she was pretty sure it was Eddie Munson. She realized the whole cafeteria was watching them now.

"You don't know what you're saying, Chrissy," Jason said. "You're sick. . ."

Chrissy scoffed again. Why bother? He clearly wasn't getting it. She turned on her heel, and just as she was about to walk away from him, he grabbed her arm.

"Let me go!" She shrieked.

"We're not done, Chrissy!" Jason yelled.

"Hey!" Lucas Sinclair stood up. "Let her go, man."

"Stay out of this, Sinclair, or you're off the team," Jason snapped.

"Hey, asshole!" Chrissy heard Nancy yell.

Jason turned just as Nancy's fist slammed into his face. He stumbled, letting go of Chrissy's arm. There were loud cheers coming from the Hellfire table. Jason glared at them, blood dripping from his nose. Chrissy grabbed Nancy's hand, and together, they ran out of the cafeteria. They could hear Jason running behind them, but they were ahead. Nancy quickly pulled Chrissy into an empty classroom. She closed the door, locked it, and then pulled the blinds down. Nancy turned off the lights and pressed Chrissy up against the wall away from the door.

"Nance - ,"

Nancy quickly placed a hand over her mouth and put a finger to her own lips. Chrissy listened as Jason stomped past, yelling their names. Her heart was racing as he approached the door, and she nearly jumped when the doorknob jiggled. Finally, he walked away, and they listened as his footsteps got so quiet that they couldn't hear them anymore. Nancy took her hand off her mouth and looked into Chrissy's eyes. Chrissy looked back, breathing heavily. There was a definite fire in her belly that was ready to spread throughout her entire body.

"I want you," Chrissy breathed.

"I want you, too," Nancy whispered.

Chrissy slammed her lips to hers, pulling her in closer. Holy fuck. This was so much better than before. . .maybe it was because they were no longer denying what this was, or maybe it was because of what just happened. Both, definitely both, Chrissy thought. Nancy Wheeler was a fantastic kisser, pouring everything she had into it. It was rough but gentle at the same time with the scraping of teeth against skin as they opened their mouths. Their arms moved as their hands searched each other. . .just hoping to hold on to each other and never let go. They were a blur of pink, black, and purple. . .the color of Nancy's dress. Purple always did look good on Nancy. Oh, god. Chrissy was struggling to breathe, but she didn't want to stop. Nancy broke the kiss.

"Fuck," Chrissy gasped and Nancy smirked.

Nancy's hand touched her face ever so gently, her fingertips running down her skin. They moved down the side of her neck before reaching her chest. Nancy's fingertip touched the top button of her blouse, and she looked at Chrissy questioningly. Chrissy nodded. With one hand, Nancy managed to unbutton her top to reveal her pink bra. Nancy placed gentle kisses on her neck and then moved down to kiss the top of her breast. Chrissy moaned, tilting her head back. She wanted her mouth between her legs. . . She was already aching for it. Suddenly, Nancy straightened up and ran her hands down to Chrissy's thighs. . .squeezing. Chrissy gasped when Nancy swiftly picked her up, and she didn't waste any time wrapping her legs around Nancy. Chrissy was placed on a desk, and as Nancy was moving her hand out from under Chrissy's thigh, she hissed as she bumped it against the desk.

"You okay, Nance?" Chrissy asked.

"You know, I never really thought about how much punching someone might also hurt you," Nancy winced. "I never hit anyone that hard before."

Chrissy beamed as she took Nancy's hand and ran her thumb over the already bruising knuckles.

"I can't believe you punched Jason," Chrissy said.

"I'll gladly do it again," Nancy said.

"My brave knight," Chrissy said and kissed Nancy's knuckles.

"I'm there whenever you need me, baby," Nancy said.

"Well. . .I love that, but I think it would be beneficial if I learned how to punch someone," Chrissy said.

"Agreed," Nancy said, and she touched Chrissy's face. "You deserve so much better. . .You deserve to be treated like you matter, and you do. . .you mean so much to me."

"You mean a lot to me, too, Nance," Chrissy said.

"I'm sorry for disappearing from your life," Nancy said. "I should have tried harder to be there for you."

"You're here now," Chrissy said, leaning her forehead against Nancy's. "You know, I heard you've become quite the marksman, too. . .maybe that's just a rumor."

"Oh, baby, I never miss my mark," Nancy said, and her hand dove down between Chrissy's legs to cup her sex.