Author note: It's quite obvious that short pwp's with Cletchen are in short supply, so obviously I'm going to do my best to solve that problem. Comments are appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Claire and Gretchen. Would be nice though.
And here I was, thinking I had it all under control. I'm in the dorm alone, doing some calculus when the thoughts creep into my head. That top she was wearing the other day--the purple one with the v-line that was way too low... I tried my best not to stare, and I think she didn't notice, but since then the imagery wouldn't get out of my head. I sighed and pushed the books away from me. I'm not used to this feeling. Girls like me don't think about other girls' breasts. Girls like me think of cute boys and what's in Cosmo. Who was I kidding, I'm so hard up for Gretchen it's all I can think about.
This wasn't the first time I'd thought of her like that. Things were so comfortable between us there were times when she'd change in front of me. I'd pretend I was looking away, but just when I saw her head turn away I'd openly watch her. Yes it was perverted, and yes I felt bad about it afterwards, but what else could I do? She had no idea I felt anything for her, something I only have myself to blame for really. It wasn't long before thinking about her brought that pulling sensation in my stomach that made me take a sharp intake of air.
I laid back on the bed and put my hands on my stomach. Was I going to do this? Yes. She could walk in any moment and the possibility just made me all the more excited. I began to stroke my stomach, running my fingers over my skin like it was her hands instead of mine. The heat was unbearable. With my right hand I reached up my shirt, and with the left I pushed down under the waistband of my jeans. It was a little different, but it made me feel like it was Gretchen touching me.
"Oh..." I gasped as my fingers found my clit. Gretchen in a thong came to mind, and I began to quickly rub my fingers around my bundle of nerves. I began to quietly groan as my fingers continued to work on my clit, and my thoughts continued. Gretchen in the shower--she'd left the curtain just a little bit open, and of course I took a quick glance. I breathed raggedly, wanting so badly to fuck myself, but with the restraints of my low rise jeans I couldn't do much. I was completely soaked, and my fingers were slippery. Her breasts would so easily fit in my hands, I thought, as my right hand played with my nipples. I wasn't wearing a bra of course. I did it purely because sometimes I'd see Gretchen look at them before quickly looking away. She thought I was forbidden fruit, and it made me want her so badly.
I was just a second away from orgasming when the door handle began to jiggle.
"Fuck!" I cried, pulling my hands out like they were on fire.
"Hey... oh." Gretchen stood there in the doorway, frozen. She blinked, and then walked forward and closed the door.
"You weren't supposed to come back from class yet!" I managed to strangle out, sheer terror in my voice.
"Oh god Claire, I'm so sorry. I should have--I mean--" She stuttered for a moment, and then stopped talking altogether and closed her eyes.
"Well I guess that's what happens when you don't lock the door." I mumbled, discreetly wiping my fingers against the leg of my jeans.
"It's okay. Not like I haven't done it myself." She opened her eyes, a small smirk on her face. I really wished at that moment she'd chosen to come in maybe just 5 minutes later than she had. I could feel my heart pulse down there.
"Yeah..." My face must have been beet red at that moment. Her smirk widened into a grin.
"You know...there are ways to solve your problem." She turned around and locked the door. I took a huge gulp and scooted higher up on my bed.
"Uh yeah. Probably." That's seriously all I could come up with. She laughed a little and walked towards me. Suddenly she put on an obviously fake frowny face, and tisked.
"Too bad you're straight." Her eyes told me something different than her words suggested.
"I'm willing to uh, pretend." Her eyes flashed with a look of lust and she got closer, laying on the bed beside me. She looked at me, saying nothing. I closed my eyes when I saw her head inching towards mine.
The kind of kiss I expected was different than the one I got. It was tender and gentle, and I swooned. Kissing her like this was better than I'd ever imagined before. I opened my mouth and she obliged, running her tongue along the back of my teeth before meeting mine. We kissed like this for what felt like forever, before her hands quickly went to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them. She breathed in deeply through her nose and pushed her hand down my G-string. I was more than ready for her. She didn't waste time before she was flicking my clit with her fingers as fast as anyone possibly could. I panted as she continued, and it wasn't very long before I climaxed, tensing up against her and then falling back, exhausted. She smiled genuinely, and kissed me before she got up and looked at the digital clock on her dresser.
"Fuck," She whispered. "I have to go to class."
"Skip it then." But it was too late, she was up already. She walked backwards toward the door, a look of apology and what I'm sure was sexual frustration on her face.
"By the way," she said before she opened the door. "I like it when you watch me shower." I'm sure the expression on my face was hilarious. I just groaned and dropped my head back down on my bed. I, Claire Bennet, had fallen for a girl. Hard.