MAKING IT SHINE

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh… Robbie…" Cat whispered, biting her lip as Robbie pressed his hips into hers.

"You like that?" he asked, kissing her neck.

"Mhm…"

They were at Robbie's house. They were supposed to be doing homework, but they both got frustrated with some of their math problems and decided to go for a swim to take a break. Eventually, things went further than anticipated and they ended up in a heated make out session. Cat's back was against the wall of the pool, her legs wrapped around Robbie's waist and her hands resting on his shoulders.

Robbie's lips trailed from Cat's neck to her shoulder as they grinded their middles into each other. They were in the pool so it was hard to tell, but Cat was probably as wet as the sea, and Robbie was as hard as a rock by this point.

Cat ran her fingers through his curly hair as their lips met. She felt Robbie's hand slide into her bikini bottoms and she let out a small moan as his fingers delicately slid over that little bump she loved having played with. Their tongues swirled together as his fingers worked at her, her hips moving ever so slightly.

They had a strange relationship. They weren't a couple. But they were more than just best friends. They weren't exactly friends with benefits, but they definitely had benefits. They both expressed to each other that they were in love with one another, but they never put a title on their relationship. However, if one was to go out with another person, they were considering it cheating. Not that either of them were interested in any other people.

"Don't stop," Cat whispered.

"Didn't plan on it," Robbie muttered into her neck.

Robbie's fingers danced around her for a few minutes before he finally freed himself from his swimming trunks and let the tip of his member slide against Cat's hardened nub, earning a moan from both of them.

Most people assumed that they were both virgins, but they'd been hooking up like this since eighth grade. They knew how to please each other, although Robbie did most of the work—but he liked it that way and Cat didn't mind it, really.

Their hips moved together as they grinded against one another, and after a few minutes, they both started hitting their peaks.

"Robbie…" she whispered. "I'm cumming."

Cat's head tilted backwards and she let out a moan, quickly followed by Robbie. Their hips kept moving while they rode out their orgasms and they finally stopped moving altogether, their foreheads resting against each other and out of breath.

"Mm…" Cat sighed with a small smile. "I feel really good…"

"Glad I could help," Robbie said, kissing her neck. "Think you'll be up for another round later?"

She nodded. "Most definitely. But first… homework. How late are your parents working?"

"Mom's on call so she'll be at the hospital all night. Dad's out of town on a business trip."

"So we have the house all to ourselves?"

"Yep."

Cat grinned. "Then we can go all night."

"What the hell is this?" Jade asked, peering into a fish tank.

"It's a beta fish," Robbie said.

"Why is it all by itself?"

"Because it ate all the other fish…" he muttered.

"I told you not to put it in there, I told you it had to go in its own bowl," Cat said. "It's a fighting fish. They can't be with any other fish."

"Sounds like my kinda fish. What's its name?" Jade asked.

"Ironically, Killer."

"Bitchin'," she said. "So, why are we hanging out with Puppet Boy and not shopping?" she asked, hopping onto the island in the kitchen.

"Because his parents aren't going to be here all night. We have the house to ourselves."

"Gross."

"There's nothing gross about it."

"It is gross, because you two have been fucking since we were thirteen and you do it any chance you get. There's a large window of time for you to have all the fuck time you want."

"It's not like we're gonna do it in front of you—and we do not fuck. We… do stuff," Cat said, eating a chip from her Chester's Hot Fries bag.

"Which is known as fucking."

"I'll just be in my room while you two gossip," Robbie said, leaving the kitchen.

"He's gonna go jack off."

Cat giggled. "Nah, he had his fix earlier in the pool."

"Gross! We swim in that pool!"

"There's a filter for a reason."

"The filter isn't there to catch bodily fluids of horny teenagers."

"Well, it still does the job," Cat said, eating another hot fry.

"So, be honest—what 'stuff' do you do?"

"What? With Robbie?"

Jade nodded.

"Well… you know, stuff," Cat said, as if it should be obvious. "Get each other off."

"Wait—that's it? That's literally all you two do, you just rub one out together?"

Cat nodded. "Basically."

"So you're still a virgin."

"I guess so, yeah. Technically."

"You've been fooling around for four years and you still haven't gotten the dick?"

Cat laughed. "No. Why's that such a big deal? I wanna be ready when I have my first time. I'm not ready to go all the way yet."

"And here I thought you guys were into kinky sex. I owe Beck fifteen bucks…"

"You put money on our sex life?"

"Well… Beck did, actually. I just went along with it."

"You guys are assholes, I don't put money on your sex life."

"You already know Beck and I have sex, though."

"Because you told me about it. I don't talk to anybody about my sexy times," Cat said, getting up from her chair and walking across the kitchen. "Besides, I'm not… comfortable talking about it sometimes."

"You just told me you get each other off."

"Yeah, but I didn't give you specifics on how we do it, just that we do it," she said as she opened the fridge.

"You're gonna deny your best friend juicy information?"

"Why do you wanna know?" Cat asked with a laugh, handing Jade a water bottle.

"I'm just curious. I'm not gonna leave you alone until you tell me. You use a vibrator, don't you?"

"No. We don't use toys. Just each other."

"Oh come on, even Beck and I use toys."

"We don't have a need for toys. We have each other."

"So I don't get any details?"

"Not today, sunshine."

"There's nothing bright about me."

"I can tell."

A familiar ringtone sounded and Jade took her phone out of her pocket. "Hello?" she asked. "No, I'm at Robbie's, but I'm with Cat. Oh, no I haven't, hold on," she took her phone away from her ear. "Can you babysit Amber overnight tomorrow?"

"Sure," Cat said.

"She says yeah," Jade said turning her attention back to her phone. "Okay. I'll be there soon," she hung up.

"Where you guys going?"

"Out of town for a wedding. Mom thinks the drive will be too much for the baby."

"She still sleeps most of the day. But she's my favorite, so I'd do it anyways. When do I need to be there?"

"Right after school. We're leaving as soon as I get home."

"Alright. Drop me off at mine so I can drive my car over?"

"Sure. I gotta go, Mom got called into work. I'm on baby watch," Jade said as she hopped off of the counter.

"Have fun, give her kisses for me."

"Give her your own kisses."

Cat sighed, scrunching her nose at the bush peas on her dinner plate. Her mother found out that Robbie's parents weren't home so she made Cat come home, but let Robbie accompany her so they could still spend the night together. The one thing Cat was thankful for was that her mother let her have guests overnight or her spend the night at a friend's house overnight during school nights because she knew she'd actually go to school the next day. She wasn't very strict, so she was pretty much able to do whatever she wanted.

"Bush peas are disgusting," Cat said.

"Yeah, they're yucky," her five-year-old brother said.

"You like bush peas, Timmy," Mrs. Valentine said.

"Not if Cat don't."

"See what you do to your brother?"

Cat rolled her eyes and looked at Timmy. "You don't have to not like them just because I don't like them."

"But I wanna be just like you," Timmy said.

Cat smiled and ruffled his hair. "Aw, you're my favorite."

"How come you don't wanna be like me?" their other brother asked. "How come he's your favorite and not me?"

"Because he doesn't go through my panty drawer like a pervert."

"Anthony Dale, I told you to stay out of your sister's room—and especially her panty drawer," Mrs. Valentine said.

"Dad got to do it…" Anthony said.

Robbie glanced at Cat, a look of worry in his eyes and the redhead looked away from him, picking at her plate again.

"Can I be excused? I'm not hungry anymore," Cat said.

"Sure, honey," Mrs. Valentine said. "Happy thoughts, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," she muttered, getting up from her seat and leaving the kitchen.

Robbie looked down at his plate, biting his lip. He pushed his peas around until Mrs. Valentine spoke up again.

"You can be excused, Robbie. You don't have to sit with us," she said.

Robbie nodded and picked up his and Cat's plates, sitting them in the sink before he walked out of the kitchen and made his way upstairs to Cat's room. When he got up there, Cat was laying on her bed on her stomach, her head turned away from the door, which meant she was probably crying. He closed the door softly and crawled onto her bed.

Cat turned onto her side, still facing away from Robbie as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her backwards so they were in the spooning position.

Robbie's heart almost broke when he heard her sniffle. "Cat…" he whispered.

She let out a small sob and covered her face. She hated it when her father was brought up. He molested her for years. She was too scared to mention it to anybody, but the night he tried to rape her was the last straw. She screamed and cried and kicked him in the testicles and made a mad dash to the neighbor's house in her underwear and a ripped shirt and they called the police and got in contact with her mother, who'd been working at the time the incident took place.

It was still pretty recent to her. It had only been just over a year since it happened, but it still shook her up—which was a lot of the reason she refused to have sex with Robbie. She knew he wouldn't hurt her the way her father tried to, but it still freaked her out. That's why she made him promise they'd only ever have oral sex and 'outercourse' as she called it, which was really just masturbation—just, by each other.

Another sob escaped the redhead's throat and Robbie kissed her shoulder, letting his hand rub her side. "Shh… It's alright," he said.

"It still feels so recent, Robbie…" her voice cracked. "I still have nightmares. I still wake up crying every night."

He already knew that. They've had a lot of sleepovers, and not a single one went without him waking up to hearing Cat's screaming and pleading and thrashing around.

"I know, baby," Robbie whispered. "He can't hurt you anymore."

Which he couldn't. That was the truth. Somehow, Mr. Valentine's prison cellmates found out that he molested Cat and they beat him to death. Literally. Each one of them even sent a condolence letter to the family—but not in condolences of Mr. Valentine's death. It was condolences to what he did to Cat. They were really sweet letters, and Cat has them tucked away in her nightstand drawer.

Cat sobbed, bringing her knees up and lacing her fingers with Robbie's as she held their hands to her chest. Robbie held her close. They stayed in their embrace for a good hour or so, until Cat turn around, had Robbie lay on his back, and straddled him.

Her hips moved slowly, to build up the momentum and Robbie's hands rested on her waist.

"Cat, should we be doing this when you're upset?" Robbie asked.

"Shut up."

Cat worked her hips, slowly going quicker over time. Soon enough, they were both naked and she was still on top of him, rubbing her hardened button back and forth against the tip of his penis.

Robbie's hands rested on her hips and he quickly flipped them over so he was hovering over her, kissing her neck. He let his lips trail down her chest before swirling his tongue around her nipple, earning a moan.

Her fingers slid through his hair, gripping it lightly as she let her back arch just a little, pressing her breast into his mouth.

"Mm…" Cat moaned.

Robbie scooted down, kissing down her chest and abdomen before coming face to face with her core and licking her clit once before kissing the inside of her thigh.

"Robbie…" she whined.

"Mm?"

"Don't tease me…"

Robbie grinned and licked her clit again before placing a kiss on her pelvis.

"Rob… please…"

"Please what?" Robbie asked, sliding his tongue just above her hardened nub.

"I need you so bad, baby…"

"How bad?"

"Robbie…"

"Tell me."

Cat pulled Robbie up to face her, kissing his lips. "I want you to eat me out like you're starving and my pussy is the last pickle at the picnic," she whispered.

Just hearing those words made Robbie's length harden more than it already had. "Your wish is my command," he said, scooting down.

Robbie licked her clit and finally went to work, flicking his tongue over it and holding her thighs.

Cat moaned, letting her hips move with every lick his tongue made. After a while, she finally felt that familiar burning sensation and she held his head in place. "Fuck, you make me feel so good, baby…"

Robbie sucked on her clit, squeezing her thighs gently. He knew how to please her quickly after so many years of practice.

"Shit… I'm cumming," she said.

As Robbie kept sucking and running his tongue over her, he felt her tug at his hair a little as she tried to close her thighs, but he held them apart, quickening the pace of his tongue.

Finally, Cat let out a moan and she humped his mouth lightly. "Oh yeah…" she whispered. "Don't stop…"

It took a minute or two, but Cat finally came down from her high and Robbie took his mouth away when he felt her clit stop pulsing.

"Mm…" Cat sighed, running her hand through her hair, breathing heavily as she looked down at him with a smile. "I love you and your wonderful oral abilities."

Robbie smiled and kissed her lips. "Always a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Valentine."

Cat let her fingers run through Robbie's curly hair and she smiled, looking him in the eyes. "Thank you… For everything you do. For loving me. For taking my mind off of all the bad things. For not minding that I'm possibly addicted to getting off with you—but that part's really just because you make me feel really, really good."

"I'd do anything for you, baby girl," Robbie said. "Any day, anytime."

"Sempre?"

Robbie nodded. "Sempre."