Yo! Here is the second installment. As it turns out, this one is gonna have a part 2 after all. But we'll get to that once we reach the end. The style of this one is significantly different than the first because I think changing things up is fun and I like to think of these as writing exercises. Anyway.
2. I keep walking in on you making out with my roommate and I'm uncomfortably into both of you
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You have always considered yourself a practical person. Smart. Reasonable.
After all, these are the traits that have brought you this far in life. You graduated from high school with an honors diploma – and missed being salutatorian by that much. But you have a list of extra curriculars, titles and achievements a mile long so, you're really not that upset about it. Anymore. Besides, you managed to wrangle yourself an academic scholarship to a university with a great performance arts program, and that's not anything to take lightly. You're proud of yourself. And you should be.
As you lie on the twin bed in your dorm room and read The Odyssey for your first college English class, this train of thought placates you as you begin to worry about being up to the collegiate par. About being prepared for all the new experiences that college will bring.
Whatever that may mean.
You're also starting to worry about your current roommate situation. One look at her side of the room lets you know that her interests are somewhat…well, juvenile. And you're not one to judge. You were one of the kids that had an imaginary friend for just a little too long and to your sister's dismay, you still have your cuddle-me-cathy doll stuffed into a bag somewhere just in case things get too overwhelming.
But the array of pink pillows and stuffed animals that adorn every square inch of her space is honestly just alarming. And her comforter is no more pink and fluffy than everything else she seems to own. Your mouth sets in confusion as you sit up a little in bed, and kick one foot over the other. No normal person is still into that kind of chizz at the age of 18 right? If she turns out to actually be 18. She could have graduated high school early or been homeschooled for all you know.
Ultimately, however, it's unlikely that a person who is so into the whole pretty pink princess aesthetic will yell at you or cause you bodily harm so, it's an improvement from Trina either way.
Maybe you should even set your cuddle me cathy on the bed. Might spark a conversation.
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You wake with a start to the sound of the door closing. For a moment, you are very disoriented because this is your first time waking up in your dorm room and this causes you to sit straight up and place a hand over your fluttering chest.
"Hiii!"
You look up. And the fluttering doesn't stop. In fact, it gets much worse.
A girl stands at the foot of your bed, hands clasped over her chest as she smiles at you.
She has the reddest hair, the cutest dimples and the biggest brownest eyes you've ever seen on a person and suddenly you want to take back every semi-negative half thought you ever had about her. She could decorate the room with the blood and entrails of her conquests and it wouldn't make a dent in the ridiculous swirl of feelings humming in your gut. But ew, because that thought was a little gratuitous.
"I'm sorry that I woke you up! Are you okay?"
Words. Greetings. Introductions. You stutter as you try and wake up enough to seem like a cool and likable person.
"Hey- um. Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't even mean to fall asleep! I just was reading and- anyway, you're my roommate right? My name is Victoria. But my friends just call me Tori." You guess that rambling is better than the alternative of having a stroke.
"Oh! That's such a cute name." She bounds up beside you and grins. "My friends call me Cat, you know, like the animal."
"That's way cuter than Victoria." You blurt and feel heat rising to your cheeks but she seems to be blushing too and that makes you want to launch yourself into the sun.
"Is Cat short for something?" You say, trying to keep there from being a lapse in conversation.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asks, seeming deeply offended as her eyes convey an unnerving degree of hurt and betrayal.
You look at her with a great degree of concern and also confusion as you reach out to place a hand on her shoulder. "I just wanted to know if Cat is a nickname. Like Tori is short for Victoria."
"Ohhh!" She smiles radiantly as if the last few seconds never occurred but you're too pleased to find that truly alarming. "My long name is Catarina. Is it okay if I call you Tori?"
"I'd love it if you did."
"KK!" And then she's wrapping her arms around your neck, and you're inhaling the scent of sugar and sweet pea, as you awkwardly pat her on the back.
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Cat turns out to be just as adorable and sweet as she seemed initially, and while she's not the sharpest tool in the shed, she has many more redeemable qualities that make you wonder why people give a fudge about how sharp things are anyway. Sharp things are pointy. Sharp things hurt.
And so your crush on her grows, and she remains blissfully oblivious. And that's okay because she's just so darn cute and it's just fun to stay up and watch silly tv shows in your pajamas while you eat popcorn and complain about homework. You're not particularly fond of the conversations she sometimes starts about a cute boy in her class, especially when the boy's name comes up more than once. But you're bisexual so you get it. Even if you're not biromantic. And think that that boy sounds like he's probably a giant wazz bag.
Sometimes it makes you a little sad that you never hear her talk about a girl that way. Which of course reasonably implies that Cat is probably straight and never had a passing thought about being with another girl. But that is okay. You two are roommates after all, and her friendship already means a lot to you. And when you really think about it, hearing her talk about some other girl would probably be even worse. So for a little while, everything is totally fine.
Until it's not.
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When you finally manage to open the door to your room while keeping Cat's favorite Freezy Queen order intact, you find yourself petrified where you stand.
Cat lies flat underneath what appears to be a person in black jeans – no wait, A GIRL in black jeans – whose got the red head's wrists pinned down above her head as she kisses the shorter girl senseless.
You've never felt a flare of jealousy so strong in your life.
It compels you to slam – well not quite slam- the ice cream you bought onto your desk by the door and throw your backpack to the floor by your bed which seems to finally get your roommate's attention.
"Ah! Tori! Wait!" The last thing you see before you leave the room is Cat's head bob into view from behind a veil of black hair.
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When you finally return to the room, you notice a slate grey messenger bag on the couch which must have also been there when you left.
Jealousy and resentment collide densely in your chest but now you've stepped away from the situation and come to terms with it all. Cat is interested in some girl who isn't you, and you have no right to be upset about it. This doesn't stop you from being upset, but it does stop you from throwing the foreign object on your couch out of the window. You don't even sit it in the hallway.
With a sigh, you turn on the tv in the common area and thank the Lord that your laptop is still sitting on the table from when you hooked it up to the hdmi port the night before. Now you can at least do a little work while you wait for that girl to finish taking advantage of Cat and leave.
After what feels like forever, yet just enough time for you to almost tune out your thoughts about it, the door opens and Cat peeks her head out of it sheepishly. You thought you'd be prepared if she made that face at you. It breaks your heart anyway.
"Hey Tori…" Her voice is far more reserved than usual and you know that she's testing the waters, as her wide eyed gaze sweeps over the floor.
You give your best attempt at a smile. "Hey…Cat." It comes off as flat as your voice.
"Thank you for the ice cream."
"You're welcome…Did you enjoy it?" You turn to your computer screen and try to focus on your work.
"Sure did." You pause. That voice definitely doesn't belong to Cat.
You look up from your computer to see long legs approaching you still clothed in black denim, rolled up over maroon Docs. You follow the legs all the way up to the face, and while it wasn't a long journey, it still left you feeling a little breathless and lightheaded. A little like vertigo.
In your mind you had imagined all sorts of faces to match the one looking down at you right now. They weren't even close.
"Why'd you run off like that earlier?" She asks briskly, and you are immediately put off by her straightforwardness.
She crosses her arms. "Are you some kind of bigot?"
Far from it, you think as you stare at immaculate skin and piercing green eyes. But you're a little flabbergasted right now, and at a loss for words so she takes your silence as an answer.
"Does what we're doing disgust you?" Her eyes flash with something twisted and she puts her hand on the couch so that she can lean over you menacingly.
You are supposed to be a reasonable person. So it puzzles you that you are enamored by the way her lip curled as she spat those words at you. That your feelings of anger and jealousy have all but evaporated. That the same anxious swirling is occurring in your gut as when you first met Cat. Except this time it sinks lower into you, and it doesn't just tingle… it burns.
The word "No" finally shakes out of you and the pale girl just smiles darkly as she reaches past you to grab her bag off the couch.
As she crosses toward the middle of the room she stops to gesture between you and Cat. "Are you two going to have a problem?"
You shake your head no so fast it makes you a little dizzy.
"Good."
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Cat was very relieved to discover that you weren't mad at her anymore – not that you ever were –and so launched herself into you in a hug that would have at one point had you reeling in a flood of emotions. But as nice as it made you feel, it was a bit different this time and you aren't quite sure why.
But when she demurely asks you if it's okay for Jade to keep coming over despite how scary she actually is, you instantly acquiesce. You think, Of course her name would be something like that. And you even say it out loud once, just to see what it's like. And tell yourself that you just don't want the dark haired girl to think you're some sort of homophobe. Or Cat. You also don't want Cat to think that, of course.
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Jade does keep coming over.
Because of your schedule, you tend not to see her actually come inside. Like, you'll be in your room studying and step outside of your room to make a trip to the on campus JetBrew and see her sitting next to Cat on the couch, one arm wrapped loosely around the girl's shoulders as they watch something on netflix. And even if you speak and throw a hand up in her direction, she won't really say anything to you - you're lucky if she nods. It bothers you that this is probably because she thinks you disapprove of her life choices, but it's not like you can just say "Hey, I'm gay! And only reacted like that because I have a giant crush on Cat." So you just take what you can get and walk out of the door, with the vague sensation that she is staring at you.
And then, when you come back with a muffin clutched in one hand, you are greeted by the view of Cat straddling Jade's lap as the two of them make out, pale hands smoothing possessively over her body. Cat always pulls away when she hears the door close behind you, face as red as her hair, and Jade just smirks at you like the cat that ate the canary. God, that freaking smirk gets to you.
You feel like you should tell them to stop kissing on the couch of your common area because seeing them do it makes you feel weird. But then Jade will definitely think you're saying that because you're a prude – which you think may encourage her to do even worse things to Cat in your living room. And Cat may just decide to spend more time at Jade's house in order to remedy the situation.
But there is another reason that you don't really want to say anything. And if it's up to you, you'll take that secret with you right to the grave.
A part of you really likes to catch them in the act.
At first you thought that it was just because you could stow that imagery away and imagine yourself in Jade's shoes, holding Cat, and kissing her like it would be the last time. You think about how you would kiss her differently than Jade does. Like you loved her and cherished her. Not like you wanted to eat her for dinner. You'd let her take the lead sometimes and brush her hair back when she looks up at you with that warm gaze and shower her with affection.
But then one time, while you were in bed, you unintentionally replaced the image of Cat instead. You imagined it was you that Jade was clutching at the waist. You thought about how you'd respond to her differently than Cat does. You wouldn't just submit to her. You'd give it back as much as you got. You'd bite and scratch back. You'd slip between her thighs and she'd spitefully curse dirty words at you and pull your hair as you pulled her panties to the side and – That was as far as you got before you came hard and fast by the work of your own hands.
You never masturbated when you thought about Cat. If you're honest with yourself you hardly ever did it at all. But things change, you guess. The explicitness of your thoughts is a definite indication of that. You're not even sure how your brain is coming up with this stuff.
But with school work starting to pile up and plenty of organizations looking for ambitious new members, you find yourself coming home less and less. You meet a guy named Andre in one of your music classes and he asks you to head up a singer songwriter club he's starting up and you do. Not only is he crazy talented and very funny, he's a sophomore with an apartment so he's got a much bigger room than you do and it's nice to hang out there. Even though you have a sneaking suspicion that he thinks you're cute, it's much easier to relax around him than it is when you're in the presence of your adorable roommate and her scary hot girlfriend. Like scary and also hot.
Besides, being attracted to a couple has been making you feel 7 different types of crazy. You're not into threesomes so you don't ever imagine them both with you at the same time, but the fact that you are attracted to both of them at all is just so weird. The space away from that situation makes you feel more like a normal college girl and less like a dirty old man and once again, for a while, things kind of level out.
But at this point you should have been prepared, because the worst of it was still to come.
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The worst comes as you're lying in your bed, about to slink off into the realm of dreams. It was a long day, with your hardest classes, and then Andre had scheduled an event that hadn't ended until 8. That wouldn't have been so bad had it not been a song writing class for aspiring teens in the area. Your time taking classes here has spoiled you – you had forgotten that not every person that wants to be a singer or songwriter has the ability to do either. It had essentially been a class full of your sister and apparently some weird girl that Andre remembered from high school. You were drained. And so ready for sleep.
But then:
"You sleepy kitty cat?" Jade's voice carries into the room.
"..Yeah..." You can almost see the girl rubbing her eyelids adorably and it warms your heart a little.
"Then go to bed, I've got class in the morning anyway, so I've got to go."
"But Jadey…" Cat whines, and you press your face further into your pillow to tune them out. You may no longer be jealous in the normal sense, but hearing the two of them be all cute with each other just makes you wish you were a part of it. But you realize that it's highly unlikely that anyone could get away with calling Jade a pet name like that aside from Cat herself, anyway.
"Cat. Just walk over to your bedroom, it's right fucking there."
Such a loving girlfriend. You smile to yourself. You absentmindedly ponder that if Cat is a 0 on some scale and Jade is a 10, that you would be a 5. And that would probably make you a good match for either of them. You disregard this useless information immediately, as you usually do.
"But I'm so comfortable! And you're so warm…" The small girl whines.
Jade scoffs in response and you hear some scuffling and then heavy footsteps across the floor. It wouldn't be the first time that the girl had just up and left when she felt that Cat was being too… Cat. But, all too soon, you realize the error of your deduction as the footsteps only get louder and then the door is being kicked open and Jade steps in sideways as she carries the redhead bridal style into the room. From where you lay you can see her facial expression is that of resigned annoyance as she approaches the bed of the now giggling girl.
You subtly pull your covers more over your face so that you can be discreet as you watch them. Despite this forethought, it hardly crosses your mind anymore that watching the two of them is something odd. You spend most of your time away now while still being a model roommate and adhering to the chore wheel. You have never once complained about their behavior and have decided to do your best to ignore your feelings for Cat and your attraction to Jade. All in all, you feel like you have earned the right to indulge in these small moments of guilty pleasure.
"Whee!" Cat exclaims as Jade tosses the girl onto the bed, exploding into another fit of giggles as she lands. Then suddenly she covers her mouth with her hands and turns to face you as you shut your eyes as gently as possible. "I don't want to wake up Tori."
"I don't really understand why you give a sh-"
"Shh!" Cat shushes and you have to fight the urge to smile.
"Or why you think I give a-"
"Jade!"
"…Shepard's Pie." She slowly grits out.
Even without opening your eyes you are positive that Jade rolls hers when Cat gasps despite her alteration.
"Alright… I'm out."
"Wait!"
"What?!"
"…Come 'ere." Cat's voice dips cutely and your body is torn between cringing and excitement.
"No."
"Jade…" Cat says now in a warning tone that lets you know that you should really start trying to go to sleep at this point. But you don't.
And after a moment of silence there's the soft sound of lips coming apart followed by the sound of Cat's bed dipping, and you peek your eyes open to see that the red head has her arms around Jade's neck from what must have been a hug…but now Jade is climbing on top of her as she maintains her embrace, giving the girl slow languid kisses as she kicks her shoes off the edge of the bed. You have the passing thought that this is the best thing you've ever seen. Even better than that Celebrities Underwater episode with Jennifer Anniston.
Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest as Jade moves her lips down to Cat's neck, and the shorter girl emits these whimpering noises that raise your body temperature.
And then pale hands slide underneath Cat's sweater and the red head lets out a strangled gasp as you watch Jade's grip tighten over the girl's chest. You start to feel you should turn over onto your back now and begin to regret not going to sleep when you had the chance. This feeling only intensifies as the dark haired girl tugs Cat's sweater and bra over her head, not bothering to pull them any further than the girls' arms which are then trapped there. Jade sits up then, looking down at Cat with a smirk painted on her lips as she leisurely unbuttons the girl's jeans and jerks them along with her underwear down to her knees, though she again does not bother to pull them all the way off, opting instead to lift the girl's legs up enough to get underneath them, and letting them drape over her shoulders as she drags her lips up the girl's quivering thighs, then licking and biting. The girl twists and jerks in response, breathing harshly and desperately muttering fragments of words. She must be really sensitive…just like you'd imagined.
You feel the pulse of your heart in a much lower place than you've ever had occasion to in your life. You thought it was all bull when people said that they would actually throb down there, but now you know that to be as real as anything else. You also know that you have absolutely ruined your underwear and as you squeeze your legs together, you have the greatest inclination to just alert the two of them to your active presence so that they'll either be forced to leave the room or - perhaps better yet - include you. But you don't do anything but covertly reach a hand down your yoga pants just as Jade decides to stop teasing Cat and dives into the apex of her thighs.
It becomes obvious that Cat's a screamer, despite the hand that she slaps over her mouth to suppress it, and just the sound of her is nearly enough to send you crashing over the edge, despite the limited range of motion your inconspicuous masturbating allows.
Those possessive manicured fingers, now white in the moonlight, paw at the girl's breasts roughly as Jade seems to press deeper in and Cat wriggles out of her sweater to let one of her own hands rest gently on top of Jade's hair – seemingly caught between wanting to pull her in closer or push her away. The other goes back to her mouth as she attempts to muffle an exceptionally high pitched moan.
But then Jade pulls back with a sigh, mouth gleaming in the moonlight, and glances in your direction. You hope that she can't see that you're awake since you are covered up to your nose with your blanket and squinting your eyes, and are decidedly relieved that she doesn't seem to notice. She props herself on her elbows for a second before leaning to one side and reaching down to the hem of her loose shirt and somehow managing to get it off with one hand. Then with another deft movement, she parts Cat's thighs even wider so that she can fit between them and slides back up her body leisurely, grinding into her, as she watches the blushing girl with hooded eyes. Cat whimpers in anticipation and Jade's brows furrow.
Once she can reach it, she immediately places her own hand over Cat's mouth and shushes her.
"Cat…. We don't want to wake up Tori, do we?" She chides lowly.
Cat shakes her head, wide eyed as she too glances in your direction. You still your hand momentarily under her worried gaze.
"That's right…"Jade breathes before nipping at the girl's collar bone causing Cat to squeak in surprise.
"Shh. You don't want her to wake up and see this…" She husks out as she grasps the girl's thigh which prompts her to cross her denim clad ankles around Jade's waist.
"Just imagine what your pretty little roommate would do…" Her mouth quirks briefly before biting both of the girls piqued nipples, eliciting another muffled moan as Cat presses a hand against Jade's chest.
"Ah ah… You better be quiet or I'll have to stop." Cat makes a keening noise and arches her body up into Jade's, causing her to grasp the girl's wrists with her free hand. Then Cat seems to be mumbling something and Jade lifts her hand off her mouth.
"What did you say?" Jade asks with mock interest –kissing the girl deeply before she has a chance to answer.
When she pulls back it takes a moment for her girlfriend to catch her breath and pant out a plea for mercy. "Please, Jadey… I can't… I really need you to do something.."
You scratch the skin of your thigh to calm yourself at the sound of Cat begging. When did you become this kind of person exactly?
"Shh. It's okay baby girl." Jade soothes as she places her hand back on Cat's mouth. "I understand." Her other hand draws back from the girl's wrists and trails down the delicate skin of Cat's stomach before arriving at her most sensitive place.
"You know what I think?" The girl asks cheekily as she teasingly dips a finger down into the girl's folds.
"I think you want Tori to wake up and see you like this." Whatever she's doing now is making Cat's eyes roll back and that is somehow driving you further up the proverbial wall despite the fact that your hand movements have ceased.
"To see me fucking you." Jade groans and you're pretty sure that she's finally pressed her fingers inside of Cat and as much as you meant to hold out, you come embarrassingly hard to the satisfied look on Jade's face and Cat's loud broken wail.
It is only due to the thick fog of shame in conjuction with sweet satiation, exhaustion and because Jade may have well…screwed her face down (which you did not dare turn around to confirm) that you are able to somehow tune out the duration of Cat's cries and fall asleep with the thought that you can never allow this to happen again one way or another.
Finally, it looks like you're going to have to put on your big girl panties and make something happen.
But first you should probably take a shower.
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Sooooo… now that we've reached the end, the question I have is this:
CaTorAde? Or just Jori? Obviously Jori is the endgame either way but if you guys want some Cat in there too, I can make that happen. Lemme know in the ol review section.
Till next time~
"A rush of blood in an unholy place"