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The night is young and Caitlyn is already bored.
She doesn’t know why she listened to Jayce, he has never once had an idea pertaining to what she should do with her free time that’s ended well. And truthfully, she should have stopped taking his advice after the book club incident.
It’s a miracle that he ended up with two partners, truly.
It had started a week ago.
Caitlyn had been grading papers in her office at some ungodly hour of the night, and Jayce had waltzed right in, and Caitlyn had stupidly indulged him.
That was her first mistake.
Her second mistake was answering his “when was the last time you even went out with someone?” with an “I don’t remember.”
Her third mistake was not kicking him out as soon as she had heard the words ‘get laid.’
She had finally done right by herself by forcing him out of the room as soon as he sat directly on the papers she was in the middle of going through.
But that didn’t stop him, of course it didn’t.
He left her alone over the weekend, thankfully, but as soon as monday rolled around, he was back in her office every night insisting that she needed to go out and sleep with someone, and in one particularly memorable instance, had barged into her classroom. While. She. Was. Teaching.
He was lucky she hadn’t strangled him. Or shot him. Or something to a similar effect.
Somehow, it was that instance that led to her sitting on a bar stool in a dimly lit lesbian pub with a martini on the counter in front of her.
(He had promised to never do it again if she went out. After she reluctantly agreed, he sent her a location and shouted “Wear something cute!” and darted out of the room before she could kill him with her bare hands.)
(She had, in fact, worn something cute.)
The dress she wears is a light blue, thin straps holding it up, barely keeping her breasts from spilling out, the hem lies just below her arse.
She looks good.
But it’s 10:30, she’s been sitting at the bar for twenty minutes, and she can’t shake the feeling that she has something important she needs to be doing.
She also can’t shake the fear that she’s going to encounter one of her students, and she would frankly rather die than see any of them.
She picks up her martini glass by the rim and swirls it, sighing through her nose.
She figures she should get something out of the night, and downs the glass.
She blinks hard once she swallows and scrunches her nose. Bad idea, she notes, never do that again.
With a sigh she places the glass back on the counter and flags down the bartender, a girl on the shorter side, with long blue hair in braids and eyes that look pink in the lighting.
She promptly orders another martini, and sips on it.
She surveys the crowd. Women dance and grind on each other, a few sit at booths, and a particular couple she can see in the corner are taking shots out of each other's mouths.
Caitlyn fights a grimace.
And she can’t see anyone she’d consider going out with.
She’s only mildly disappointed. She’d never been entirely keen on going home with someone anyway.
She gets halfway through her second drink before deciding that her night would be much better spent in bed with a book.
She sets the glass down on the counter and looks for the girl with the braids to pay.
Who… seems to have disappeared.
She furrows her eyebrows and stands from her spot, leaning over the bar to see if she can find her.
Nothing. She’s gone.
Caitlyn huffs.
Of course. Just as she’d deduced that Jayce’s idea was stupid.
She taps her foot for a moment, looking at the counter.
When she looks up, someone’s there.
Not the blue haired bartender from before, but she must be a bartender.
And she’s incredibly attractive.
Muscular, tattooed arms, large hands, a heart shaped face, full lips, a beautifully curved nose, gorgeous round eyes, a tattoo on her cheek, shaggy hair shaved on one side.
Holy shit.
Maybe Jayce had been onto something.
Caitlyn stares dumbly at the woman in front of her before it occurs to her to settle her tab.
Fuck, Caitlyn fumbles for the bag on her hip, “I need to—ehm—settle my tab.”
And the most gorgeous woman Caitlyn has ever seen in her life nods, rests her hands on the counter and says something Caitlyn doesn’t comprehend.
“Um— I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Caitlyn wants to hit herself.
And then the woman smiles, and Caitlyn feels like her legs might buckle underneath her.
“Yeah, what’s your name?”
Caitlyn wants to hit herself again.
“Caitlyn,” she says, and she’s so awkward about it. Goddammit.
The bartender nods, and types something—presumably her name, fuck, Caitlyn, get it together— on a tablet that Caitlyn hadn’t noticed before.
Caitlyn extends her card between her pointer and middle finger to the bartender, who grins as she looks up and sees it.
The woman takes the card, and brushes her fingers for a moment.
Caitlyn feels like her whole body is on fire.
The bartender seems completely nonplussed by this, as she swipes the card, waits a moment, and then hands it back.
Caitlyn readies herself to retract and go home where she will furiously masturbate to the memory of this gorgeous woman, when said woman grabs her wrist.
And pulls her gently until she's leaning over the bar.
And leans in until her lips are almost pressed to the shell of Caitlyn’s ear.
“I can be off in thirty.”
Caitlyn feels something set aflame in the pit of her belly. She pulls back, looks this woman in her eyes.
Her eyes flit to her lips, and she desperately wants to lick the scar.
She nods. And she waits.
She waits an agonizingly long time. Thirty minutes has never felt so long in her life.
She glances over the crowd once again, and finds much the same as she did before. Sweaty bodies intertwining, people dancing with abandon. If Caitlyn were younger she would perhaps feel jealous at the display.
However, an incredibly attractive woman has just offered to take her home, if she hadn’t misunderstood, so she feels no need to worry about such trivial things as what she should or should not be doing at a lesbian bar.
She thinks that she spends eternity tapping her fingertips against her thumb, before the bartender is in front of her with a handsome smile on her face.
Good—and Caitlyn cannot stress this enough— lord.
The woman extends her hand.
Caitlyn takes it.
The woman lives in a flat above the bar, and Caitlyn can feel her heart jumping with every step she takes.
When they finally step through the door, Caitlyn turns to look at the woman, to say something, anything.
She doesn’t
Because lips are on her own as soon as she opens her mouth.
And her eyes flutter closed, and Caitlyn decides that she doesn’t fucking care for anything other than having this woman’s legs wrapped around her head.
They stumble into what Caitlyn assumes is the woman’s bedroom, toeing off shoes, the straps of Caitlyn’s dress have fallen down her shoulders, and she’s managed to unbutton the woman’s shirt a little ways before, the backs of the woman’s knees hit the mattress, and Caitlyn pulls away, looks at her flushed face and kiss swollen lips, and gently pushes her onto the bed.
The woman falls back, propping herself up onto her elbows.
Caitlyn crawls on top of her, straddling her hips, cupping her face and pulling her in for another heated kiss.
The woman moans low in her throat, and Caitlyn rolls her hips ever so slightly.
Her fingers come down to the buttons on the woman's shirt again, and she works it open, one button by one.
When she finally gets to the bottom, she pulls the shirt open, and God.
She isn’t wearing a bra.
Her breasts are on full display, available for Caitlyn to touch, to worship.
Caitlyn's hands ghost along the woman's ribs, thumbs brushing the sides of her heaving breasts.
They aren't very large, but they certainly aren't small either, Caitlyn knows that if she were to cup them in her hands they would be a near perfect fit.
She moves to caress her small pink nipples, and feels them harden beneath her thumbs.
Caitlyn wants to do more than touch.
She wants to taste her.
Badly.
Caitlyn presses her lips to the woman's jaw, cunt clenching around nothing when she lets out a soft whimper.
She moves down.
Licking and sucking her jaw. Then her neck. Then her shoulders. Then her chest.
Faint pink marks litter her skin, and Caitlyn knows she probably shouldn't be leaving marks, but what's done is done, and God , if this woman doesn't look good covered in fresh bruises.
Caitlyn takes one of the woman's breasts in one hand, palming it and pinching at the nipple, she smirks against her skin when she hears her breath hitch.
She tweaks her nipple between her thumb and forefinger for a few more moments before she pulls her hand away.
She gives it only a moment before she licks a stripe up the same breast and sucks hard on the nipple. The woman moans loudly, a large hand coming to meet the back of her head, and she pulls lightly at her hair.
Caitlyn loves this.
She loves hearing this woman's whimpers and moans, she loves feeling the heave of her chest, the tightening of her fingers against her scalp, the twitch of her thighs.
Caitlyn loves having sex with gorgeous women.
She releases the woman's nipple, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to the hardened bud.
And then she lowers her hands to the button of her jeans.
She wordlessly unfastens the button and slides the denim down her well muscled legs. She gently snaps the waistband of her boxers against her waist.
She looks at the woman's face. Cheeks flushed, eyes blown wide, and a little hazy in pleasure, her eyebrows knit together, her gorgeous lips parted kiss slightly.
Caitlyn slowly, very slowly, kisses her way up her body, not pausing anywhere, but making sure to take her time until she gets to the woman's lips and kisses her slow.
The woman's hand comes up to hold the back of her neck.
Caitlyn pulls away, her own chest heaving as she presses the pad of her thumb to her plush bottom lip.
“What should I call you, darling?” She asks, voice low.
The woman's chest shudders, and her eyes flit to Caitlyn's lips for just a moment.
“Vi,” She says in that beautiful voice of hers.
“Vi,” Caitlyn repeats, leaning in and tilting her head, brushing her lips against Vi's but only just barely.
“Vi, can you be a good girl for me and help me get you out of these?” Her fingers trace the waistband of her boxers and she can feel Vi's abdominals twitch under her touch while she whimpers .
She nods once, jerky and desperate, hands fumbling to hook them into her boxers.
Caitly sits back on her haunches and watches as Vi lifts her hips and slides off her underwear.
Caitlyn licks her lips.
She can almost imagine a different room. One with deep blue sheets and moonlight filtering through an open window, uncaring about who sees. She can almost imagine the feel of a harness around her hips, silicone bobbing between her legs. Can almost imagine Vi bracing her hands on either side of Caitlyn's head while she rides her.
Vi spreads her legs. Not by much, but enough. Thick dark curls trail down her front, and if she looks at the right angle, she can see slick dripping from folds, glistening in the dim lighting of the room.
She braces her hands on the insides of Vi's thighs, and pushes her legs open.
She leans down, close to Vi's center, her warm breath teasing her. Her scent is intoxicating.
“You've been so good for me,” Caitlyn says, voice almost a purr.
Vi bites her lip, moans quietly.
Caitlyn moves in. Licks a long, agonizingly slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.
And Vi's thighs clench around her head, and she throws her arm over her eyes and moans.
“Uunh!”
Vi tastes incredible. Like sex and sweat, and Caitlyn feels her clit throb while she moans prettily at the feel of Caitlyn's tongue.
She swirls her tongue around Vi's clit, flicks it once, and then pulls away, bringing her tongue to breach her entrance.
“Fuck!” Vi whimpers once Caitlyn’s tongue is inside her, nose bumping her clit while she hums, lapping up Vi's slick arms moving up to dig in soft thighs.
Vi fists a hand in her hair, tugging roughly.
Caitlyn shuts her eyes tight, savoring the taste while she devours Vi whole.
She laps at Vi's cunt with a fervor she hasn't felt in herself in years, the taste, the smell, the feel of her thighs squeezed around her head euphoric.
It's only when she hears, “ Fuck! Please, my— nghh—please!” does she pull back, kissing Vi's inner thighs like something to be worshipped, looking up at her face to see a heaving chest, and heavy lidded eyes.
She looks wrecked and Caitlyn hasn't even made her come yet.
She maintains eye contact with her while she kisses from her thigh to the thick patch of curls between her legs. And she makes sure that Vi is looking right at her when she digs her fingers into her thigh, and flicks her clit with the tip of her just barely.
Vi whimpers quietly, and Caitlyn can't make her wait any longer.
She wraps her lips around Vi's clit and sucks.
Vi throws her head back, moaning loud and high pitched, her back and hips arch off of the mattress and Caitlyn takes careful measures to ensure that no contact is lost.
With the hand that isn't holding Vi's thigh against her head, she drags them through soaking wet folds, and sinks two into Vi's tight heat, thrusting in time with every pulse of her tongue.
“Oh fuck!” She moans as she throws her head back once more and comes on Caitlyn’s tongue and fingers.
Caitlyn watches as Vi's orgasm washes over her, licking around her clit, avoiding it as much as she can so as not to overstimulate her.
She presses a kiss to her hip, another to her navel, before she pulls her fingers out. Vi moans softly at the sensation.
She brings the fingers that were inside her to her lips and slowly licks them clean.
Vi looks beautiful. All fucked out like this.
Post orgasm, eyes hazy with bliss, hair mussed, lips parted, chest heaving.
Caitlyn kisses her again.
Not overly heated, slowly, her tongue gliding along Vi's while she brushes her thumb over Vi's cheek.
It's Vi who pulls away this time, and she looks down at Caitlyn's body, and she realizes only then that she's still in her dress.
“Please sit on my face,” Vi breathes, and Caitlyn doesn't think she's ever heard a better idea in her life.
She stands, the hardwood of the floor cold under the soles of her feet, and she turns around, pulling her hair over her shoulder.
She lets Vi unzip her from the dress, and shivers when fingers brush her spine.
Once Vi takes her hands away from the zipper, Caitlyn turns around and very slowly slides the dress off of her body.
Her nipples pucker once they’re exposed to the cool air, she can feel her slick on the insides of her thighs.
“Holy shit,” Vi says, before pulling her in and kissing her hard.
Caitlyn lets out a small moan and lets her hands wander Vi’s body, who pulls them back to the bed, she hooks her hands under Caitlyn’s thighs, and places her in Vi’s lap.
It’s just them now. Skin against skin, no barriers between them.
Caitlyn sighs against Vi’s mouth, a content thing, and she wraps her arms around Vi’s neck, trying to get her even closer.
She feels Vi’s hand snake up her thigh, then her waist, before gently palming at her breast, and tweaking at her pierced nipple, flicking at the silver barbell there and asking breathily against Caitlyn’s mouth, “ Mmnh —pierced?”
Caitlyn pulls away from Vi, already missing the feel of her lips against her own, but the new feeling of Vi kissing and sucking at her jaw and neck is proving to be equally if not more pleasant.
“I got them— ahh —done when I was— shit —eighteen,” she says in between moans.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Vi says before shifting the two of them further up in the bed. She grabs the pillows behind her and throws them to the side, the sight of her muscles moving beneath her skin is enough to make her clench around nothing.
Vi looks at her deliberately as she lays down, and prods Caitlyn forward until she’s hovering over her face.
Caitlyn tentatively lowers her hips, gasping when she feels Vi’s tongue on her folds. She rocks back and forth slowly a few times, careful not to hurt her.
At least, she’s careful until Vi grabs her hips and all but slams her down onto her tongue.
And fuck, it’s good.
Caitlyn grinds down now, chasing her pleasure, gasping and moaning at every touch of Vi’s tongue against her clit. She reaches up to grasp the headboard, knuckle turning white with how tightly she’s holding it. Her other hand goes to thread into Vi’s hair, tugging with every jolt of her hips and with every flick of Vi’s tongue.
Vi hums against her, and Caitlyn lets out a loud, high pitched whine, and her whole body shakes.
She grinds down hard and slow, dragging her cunt across Vi’s tongue, biting her bottom lip between her teeth while she risks a look at Vi.
Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her eyes are closed, like she’s savoring the taste of her.
Fucking hell.
Caitlyn comes with a gasp and one final roll of her hips, her legs shaking as she crawls off of Vi’s face, and leans down to kiss her.
She can taste herself on her tongue, and she sighs as she places a hand on top of Vi’s chest and brings one of her legs into her core, and deliberately presses the meat of her thigh into Vi’s cunt.
Vi groans into Caitlyn’s mouth, a hand coming up to cup her face.
They stay like that for a while, with Caitlyn’s leg pressing into Vi, kissing each other intently.
When Caitlyn finally pulls away, she sits on her haunches, and shifts to hover over Vi’s cunt. She grabs one of Vi’s thighs and hooks it over her shoulder. She can feel herself dripping, aching with want.
“Is this okay?” She asks, and Vi nods furiously.
“Fuck. Yes, please—unh—” Vi throws her head back and her back arches off the bed as soon as Caitlyn grinds down onto Vi.
“You’re being so good for me,” Caitlyn says, punctuating her statement with a near frictionless glide of her clit over Vi’s, “Vi, you’re such a good girl.”
Vi’s eyes snap shut as she whines loudly, snapping her hips up into Caitlyn’s.
Caitlyn’s eyes roll back slightly at the sensation, and she manages to grunt out “Fuck—” before she rolls her hips as hard as she can.
Vi’s eyes open suddenly, and she leans up to grab Caitlyn by the back of the neck and pull her into a bruising kiss as they come.
Caitlyn feels her chest heaving against Vi’s as her heart rate climbs down, she tentatively lifts her leg over Vi’s and lays down next to her, kissing her slowly, and cupping her face.
The blankets and sheets are rumpled beneath them, and there’s a lone pillow barely balancing on the edge of the mattress.
Vi grabs it and places it under her head, holding Caitlyn close to her chest, she wrestles with a blanket to cover them both and sighs.
And they don’t say anything. They lay there in the dark of the room, and Caitlyn listens until Vi’s breathing evens out, and her arm goes slack around her.
And Caitlyn wants to stay. She does, she really does.
But she shouldn’t.
There are a million reasons she shouldn’t stay with this woman.
And so she slips out from Vi’s grasp, quietly collects her clothes from the floor, and she leaves.