#rarepare

"This is so high school!", Mel exclaims as Elora places the group-chosen card game in the middle of the people circle.

"What? Are you too vanilla?", Elora teases as she picks the first card. The game the group chose to play was called Triple X; the cards name situations that are exclusively sexual and the player has to say whether they've done it or not. Mel, however, wanted to play Apples and Apples; a family friendly version of Cards against Humanity.

"Sex is personal. Elora, really, I don't wanna know who or HOW you fuck people," Mel practically whines as Elora fixes her lips to read the first card.

“Calm down, princess. It’s only a game,” the long haired butch says from across the circle. Mel barely knows the woman. This get together was planned by Elora, who seems to find herself within every friend group at the university they attend. Now, Mel is sitting on the floor with seven other people, one of whom seems annoyed with every comment that she makes. The woman has even resorted to calling her “princess” as a way to dig into Mel’s skin.

“Jokes on you, Sevika,” she spits her name like it’s venom. “I actually like that nickname.”

“So, you like pet names? Got it”, Elora laughs and before Mel can protest that statement she reads the card. “‘Have you ever wanted to fuck someone else while you were dating another person?’ One hundred percent.”

"Elora!"

"C'mon, Mel! It's a fun little ice breaker. Why sit through awkward talk when you can air everything out in one night?"

"Because she's probably a virgin", Sevika says and a friend to her right snickers.

"My virginity is none of your business," Mel snaps, her voice carrying no conviction.

"Hey baby, I'm not knocking it. Not all of us can get play."

The same friend bursts out laughing. "Yo, Sevika, let her get up!"

Mel scoffs. "I'll have you know--"

"Wait! Speak through the cards...It's your turn," Elora presents a suggestive card to her best friend.

She reads: "What's your favorite position?"

Sevika snaps her fingers. "Easy. Missionary."

"Wrong. Cowgirl," Mel has never done Cowgirl, but Sevika didn't have to know that. Sevika face shifts into an expression of mild shock before nodding, as if saving that piece of information in her mental archives. Warmth rises within Mel's chest. She's confused as to why she wanted Sevika to approve of her so badly.

The game continues with each person sharing a graphic detail about their sex life. Eventually it's Elora's turn again, and she decides that its time up the ante.

"Fuck it, let's just skip to the last level," Sevika suggests. "My head's already spinning." Mel hates to agree with her, but she can feel her body sway involuntarily to inaudible music. Also, she doesn't know how many more rounds of lies she can handle. The truth is, Mel is not a virgin. But she hasn't had enjoyable sex. While everyone else in the group seems to have believable stories regarding their sexual escapades, Mel has found herself conjuring up random details she's read in fan fictions and cosplaying them as her own. Little does she know Sevika is catching on to her bullshit.

Mel draws the next card. "'Name five of your dirtiest kinks. Give details.' This is ridiculous."

Sevika downs another shot. "It's okay if you don't have any, doll. This topic might be too adult for you."

Mel flips her off. Out of spite, she begins to verbally rapid-fire the first things that pop into her mind. "Choking--"

"Why?"

"Something about a blocked airway really gets me going," Sevika's smirk grows devilish as Mel continues her lie. "Uhm, slapping. Biting."

"That's a lot of pain for someone so delicate."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhut up," Mel slurs, then giggles. Sevika makes a face, which causes Mel to giggle more. "Ummmmmmmm I guess praise annnnnnd ummm… uh spit.” Ew what the fuck?

Elora raises her eyebrows. “Did you- did you just say spit?”

“Mhm,” Mel brings her cup to her lips, avoiding any eye contact that could be made within the circle (including Sevika’s). “Yeah it’s always been a secret interest of mine.”

“Sure it has”, Sevika mumbles, but Mel catches it. For the remainder of the game, Mel catches glimpses of Sevika staring at her. The eye contact is fierce, with the bolder woman refusing to break it, leaving Mel to look down bashfully every time. After a few more rounds of cards (and lies) the group decides to split off and drink in groups. While Elora chats it up with the rest of her friends, Mel nurtures her red cup of juiced-down Pink Whitney in the living room corner. She's staring mindlessly at the wall when a shadow appears before her. "Too embarrassed to mingle with the everybody else?" Mel turns and Sevika is staring down at her with playful smile tugging at her lips.

"No, I just wanted to sit down for a moment--" You don't have to explain anything to her. "nevermind. Why would I be embarrassed?"

"Because half the shit you were spewing in that circle was bullshit."

Mel huffs. "Excuse me?"

"You don't have to lie to me, princess", Sevika leans against the wall, posture oozing confidence as she reads Mel like a book. "It was clear after the third round. I mean, I don't take you for the type of person to like bondage."

For no reason at all (other than pure spite of course) Mel keeps up the lie. "Well, maybe there's more to me than what meets the eye," she says, looking up at Sevika through long lashes. She secretly hopes that her comment would throw the obviously more experienced woman off her trail, but it only fuels her flame.

"Why don't you prove it to me then."

"I'm-I'm sorry?"

"Prove it to me."

"I have nothing to prove to you or anyone here. Go bother someone else," Mel tries to sound stern, but something in her eyes betray her. A small hint that Sevika catches.

"You know", the tall woman leans into Mel's space, eyes boring into hers with pure intensity. "Elora mentioned a room that she specifically saves for when you visit."

Damn Elora.

"Well, that bed should be used for emergencies."

"I feel like this is one."

Sevika's eyes travel down the smaller woman's frame, taking in every small detail she couldn't see from afar. In all honesty, Sevika knew of Mel. They didn't study the same major, but they share classes within the same department. So, Sevika has seen Mel in passing; either while walking with her best friend to class or sitting in the nearby benches outdoors. Even on her supposed "lazy days", Sevika noticed that she still looked flawless. She never bothered talking to the glamorous woman (I'm here to get a fucking education, not to find my future ex-wife). But in this very moment, with Mel's eyes glinting simultaneous notes of innocence and seduction, Sevika knows that she has one shot to entice her enough to give her a chance. A feat she knows she's reached.

Mel stands and pushes through Sevika as if she isn't two heads taller and double her weight. She makes long and drunk strides to her best friend and says, "I going to head upstairs to cool down."

"Oh, love," Elora immediately abandons whatever conversation she was having with her group to turn to Mel. "Are you alright? Do you need me to come with you?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Really. I just need... some privacy," for some reason she turns to look to Sevika, who is still leaning on the same wall, not willing to break eye contact.

"Ohhhhhh, I see," A wicked smile stretches across Elora's lips. Mel snaps her head back and opens her mouth to defend herself, but her best friend waves a dismissive hand. "Nooooo, it's fiiinnee. Get that pussy, darling. I know you need it."

A glare, then an about-face to the stairs leading to the spare bedroom. Mel doesn't know what she's expecting. She closes the door to the bedroom. No, she should leave it open. No, she doesn't want to invite the whole damn world. She leaves the door cracked.

Her heart begins to race as she runs cold water over her hands, hoping it would decrease her body temperature. She looked at herself in the mirror. Honestly, if she hadn't totally exposed herself to Elora, she could have totally played off whatever battle was going on between her mind and core. Physically, she looks put together. Unfazed. But internally, she is fighting to urge to drag the tempting woman upstairs and into her bed.

She doesn't need to.

Within a few minutes, heavy footsteps are entering her room. Mel hears the door click shut and she knows her night is over.

"Waitin' for me, princess?" the terrible, horrible sultry voice sneaks from the bedroom to the attached bathroom. Mel closes her legs shut.

"No, just cooling down," what the fuck? Why would you say that?

"Cooling down? Alright." Sevika breathes a laugh. An obvious ego boost. Gods why is this woman so damn hot? Mel grips the edge of the bathroom sink, praying that the furniture grounds her from doing something she may regret later. Mel raises her eyes to look at Sevika through the mirror. She stares as the taller woman stalks into the bathroom brightness from the liminal ambiance of the bedroom. She doesn't stop until her breasts meets Mel's back. By no means is Mel a petite woman, but Sevika's sturdy stature shrinks her down by an unfair amount.

"How about you put all that bullshit you said in the circle to the test," strong hands groped at Mel's breasts, causing her to bite her lip instinctively.

I'm not that experienced. "None of it was bullshit", her breath hitches as Sevika's handling of her breasts grow rougher; her body rocks in the same rhythm as her hands.

"Prove it to me" Sevika whispers.

You'll grow bored of me. "I'm too much for you", Mel found that the Pink Whitney and various shots have begun to do the talking for her. But to her surprise, her faux confidence undoes some restraint within Sevika's conscience. She flips Mel around, their lips barely a breath apart.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You're pretty bold for a liar," Sevika's eyes flick down to the perfect, thick, burgundy lips below her. She knows she's finished.

"Innocent until proven guilty," as if possessed by the demon of pure nerve, she takes Sevika's bottom lip between her teeth. Maintaining steady eye contact, she bites hard enough to leave a mark, then lets go.

There's a flash a mischief in Sevika's eyes as she pulls her prize back into the bedroom.

At this point, waiting feels like a chore. Mel has been patient she really has. But one can only go so long without having their needs met. She's tried being explicit with past lovers, explaining to them the specific things she wants done to her. And each time, they refused, finding her too fragile to want to do something so dirty.

But now, with this brawny, delicious looking woman in front of her, staring at her like a first meal, she has no excuse but to go all out. Or to go as far as she can take it in one night.

Sevika attempts to lay her down onto the bed, but Mel swiftly flips Sevika onto her back. They don't have the materials for Mel to ride her in cowgirl, but she's damn sure gonna try.

Mel throws a leg over the surprised woman's lap, lining her clothed cunt over Sevika's crotch. She moves her hips down against her-- hard. Even through her denim shorts, her clit rubs perfectly against the thick hips beneath her. Fuck. Liquor is one hell of a drug. The way it feels... is it supposed to feel this good?

Little does Mel know, Sevika is in heaven. Watching the most majestic woman she has ever seen grind on her like she needs it-- like she can't live without it-- is pure euphoria to her. Large hands cup Mel's waist, slowly guiding her further onto Sevika's crotch. Green eyes roll to the back of Mel's head and Sevika can't help but smirk.

"Fuck. I wish I had my strap," Sevika bucks her hips upwards, earning a moan from above her. "I'd make you ride me all night long."

If only I knew how to. Unfortunately, Sevika's observation during the game was accurate: Mel only knew how to fuck in missionary. But in this moment, with ego and vodka running through her veins, she felt like an absolute slut. She reaches for Sevika's hand, seductively placing those large fingers on her tongue. Sevika bites her lips, pushing her fingers further into Mel's mouth.

"That's it, princess," She can feel Mel's throat open for her digits. "You're doing so goo-", a sharp but satisfying sting spreads through her hands, starting at her fingers. Sevika groans as Mel bites down harder. "You wanna play dirty, doll? Let's play dirty."

In one swift move, Mel is on her back with Sevika looming above her. Before she can process anything else, Sevika grabs the edges of her denim shorts and pulls them off with ease (funny enough, Mel had to jump and shake to get into them this morning). Conveniently, her soaked panties go with them, leaving her bare from the stomach down and open to whatever agenda is on Sevika's mind.

Mel bites her finger, trying to hold in a giggle. "Something funny?" Sevika raises an eyebrow. Mel shakes her head, but her amusement doesn't fade. The slight look of annoyance on Sevika's face sparks a new wave of horniness in Mel's core.

"You gonna open your pretty legs for me?" Mel shakes her head again.

"Open your legs." An order, but Mel doesn't obey.

Slap. A rough hand lands sharply on Mel's ass, the pain quickly translating into pleasure. Pleasure she never knew she could feel from an act so harmful. Still, Mel doesn't give in. Sevika slaps her ass again--harder--and watches with hungry eyes as Mel arches her back against the bed. A moan spills from her lips, but her legs still doesn't budge.

The deeply driven fire within Sevika rages. Fuck yes. She presses her larger body onto Mel and cups a hand around her neck. Her dark lips hover above the smaller woman's ear, causing a shiver to go straight to her pussy.

"C'mon, princess. I know you know how to listen. Be a good girl, spread them open for me", after every breath, the hand around Mel's neck squeezes harder. "Don't fucking make me wait for it."

Finally, Mel's legs fall open, but it's already too late. Hand still firmly on her neck, Sevika flips Mel on her stomach. Somehow posting her in doggy style.

Without much warning, she pushes one thick finger into Mel's soaking cunt.

God, yes. Mel grips the sheets beneath her and begins rocking her hips backwards.

"Why didn't you just fucking listen the first time. Huh, doll?" Sevika slips another finger in, stretching out Mel's hole to her girthy digits.

Continuous moans loudly fall from Mel's mouth. Sevika's grip around her neck tightens, sending pleasurable shockwaves down to Mel's core. Sevika groans as she feels Mel's cunt grip her curled fingers. She leans forward against Mel's ear. "Your pussy's so tight, doll." Mel moans in response.

"Has it ever been used before? I knew you were vanilla, but you never told me you were a virgin."

"I'm not--mmf--I-I'm not a virgin --Aah"

Sevika fucks into Mel at a sickening pace, pulling screams and moans from throat.

"You wanna keep fucking lying to me? Huh?" Sevika presses Mel's neck down to the bed, officially placing her in a 'face-down-ass-up' position. The stronger woman holds her there, forcing her to take every brutal thrust.

The pressure on her neck, the arch in her back, the complete destruction of her pussy was all too much...but felt so damn good.

"Please--please kee--oh fuck"

"Spit it out, what do you want"

"Please keep fucking me please don't stop, please" Mel rambles. Sevika smiles.

"Wanna admit you're a liar"

"'m not a liar"

Sevika's pace impossibly quickens, sending jolts of pressure into Mel's stomach. She's thankful Elora put on Just Dance or karaoke or whatever was playing downstairs because the noises that were coming from her bedroom are nothing less than nasty.

Above her, Sevika grunts. "Fuck just admit it baby. Nobody will know but me."

"O-- ah, okay, I'm a liar" Mel whispers.

Sevika slows her pace. "What?"

"I said I'm a liar!"

"That's it, princess. But don't worry, you won't be for long though," Sevika removes her hand from Mel's neck to give attention to her pleading clit, rubbing in slow, dangerous circles. "I'm gonna fuck the vanilla right out of this pussy. You're mine tonight." That does it.

Mel bites down on the sheets as she rides her orgasm off Sevika's digits. Absolutely ravaged by the aftershocks, her throat throttles out guttural noises that are surprising to her. Panting, Mel finds the energy to speak, but it's muffled by the thick blankets between her teeth.

"What was that, doll?"

Mel turns her head. "I want more."

Sevika smiles and presses a gentle kiss to Mel's beautifully toned back.

She repeats herself with more confidence, however, still delirious: "I want more, please."

The two women are spent after another round. How long did it last? They couldn't tell. However, downstairs, the party sounds as if it is winding down. Periodic slams of the front door indicate another person departing, yet a guest still remains in the second bedroom on the left. Totally naked and completely triumphant. Her fingers lightly trace circles along the small of Mel's back while a perfectly manicured hand rests at Sevika's breast. She thinks she is asleep until her jet black locs move against her neck. She looks down to see a beautiful pair of emerald eyes staring back at her. Although, Sevika's face doesn't portray any emotion (besides smugness, of course), there's a little voice in the back of her head that's screaming Cuff her! Put a ring on it DAMMIT!

"Was it really that obvious," Mel says. "That I was making things up."

"It was to me", Sevika smiles and cups Mel's chin between her thumb and finger. "It was clear you were reciting fantasies. But that only meant you needed someone who could help you fulfill them." Mel closes the gap between their lips.

Neither woman say it, but they hope the night never ends.