A/N: This chapter contains sex! Don't read it if you don't like that kind of thing, are a minor, etc. etc. As mentioned in the previous chapter's A/N usually I only post censored scenes here but it doesn't really seem like they're enforcing that rule and I'm really lazy, so...
EDIT: Okay, just realized this might not be obvious to people who are reading this out of the blue: this is part of a longer meta-fic of mine that is taken up again after the summer break in Studies of Resonant Bodies, which is also on this site. I might come back and write more about what happened during the summer, but it probably won't be as a continuation of this story.
"I am the biggest idiot on the entire God-damned planet!" Britta shouted, her voice loud in the tight confines of her car. "FUCK!" She pounded on the side of her steering wheel, hoping to take her anger out on it. It didn't work. She kept thinking about the look on Troy's face as he'd emerged from the blanket fort, the tears that had wet his dark, beautiful cheeks. She could imagine how he'd felt, when he'd woken to find himself alone, and it made her want to stab out her own eyes.
After waking up in the blanket fort she'd decided, because she was a moron, that it would be a good idea to make Troy something to eat before he woke up. She knew how much he loved food normally, and it would have been his first experience with the munchies. And for some reason, the idea of him waking up and her being there, sandwich or what the fuck ever in hand like a total fucking girlfriend had made her brain feel happy. Because her brain was a stupid piece of shit.
Britta screamed at the top of her lungs, glad to have a private place to vocalize the swirling storm of emotions raging across the surface of her mind.
She hadn't counted on getting waylaid by Annie and Abed. She'd assumed at first that they'd somehow known how close she and Troy had come to fucking. That they were going to tell her to leave Troy alone, that they weren't going to let her Britta his heart. She'd been totally shocked when Annie'd brought up the pot. Between that guilt trip, and the way Abed had kept staring at her with that god damned look in his eye, and the way Troy had tried to defend her… she'd needed to get out of there.
Still, it hadn't been all bad. She smiled as she'd thought about Troy's hardness jutting into her. About the way his skin had felt against hers, as he'd caressed her breast. About how soft his lips had been against hers, and how much she wanted to feel them explore her every inch of her. Britta shivered. She hoped he'd listen to her, and read that god damned text she'd sent him.
Almost as if on cue, Troy rounded the corner in front of her. She waved at him, desperately. He knows what your car looks like, dumbass, she berated herself. She grabbed her leather jacket out of the seat next to her and threw it into the back. Troy jogged over to her car, climbing into the passenger seat and closing the door behind him.
"I'm sorr-" He lunged at her, pulling her into a deep kiss before she could even get the words out. Surprised, it took her a moment to react, but soon she was kissing him back. She felt all the tension, all the anxiety that had built up in her ever since she'd woken up release as their tongues met. She heard him moan and the sound of it, the idea that she was making him make noises he couldn't control, made her slick with desire.
She wanted more. She wanted to feel him, tight against her. She wanted to feel his heart beat, wanted to know how excited she made him. But she couldn't do that like this, all twisted around in the driver's seat. She pushed against Troy, forcing him back into his headrest, and lifted her leg up, intending to swing up over onto his lap.
But, of course, because she was Britta Perry, she slammed her knee into the dividing bar between driver and passenger seats instead.
"SHIT!" she shouted, more out of frustration than out of pain. But concern flicked across Troy's face, even before she swore.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She felt a shard of annoyance spike through her. Of course she was fine! Did he really think she was so fragile? But then his hand was on her knee, softly stroking it, and arousal pushed indignation from her mind. "Do… do you want me to take a look?"
She grinned, pulling the bar under her seat and pushing it as far back away from the steering wheel as it would go. "I guess it wouldn't hurt..." Troy clambered over the parking break, nestling in the space she'd cleared out for him. She reclined her seat, lying back and unzipping her jeans. "It does sting…"
"I don't want to leave you in pain," Troy whispered huskily, pushing the edges of her shirt up and kissing her belly. She felt her eyes flutter shut, and she moaned. She hadn't expected things to escalate so quickly. She'd thought they'd drive back to her place, take their time, "explore each other's bodies" or whatever hacky phrase her cannabis-addled mind had come up with earlier that day.
She wasn't going to complain about the route things had taken, though. Not when she felt Troy's breath, hot and wet, against her stomach.
Britta lifted her hips up, and Troy helped tug her pants down and over her knees, revealing the patch of reddening skin where she'd banged her leg. It would probably bruise, but not badly. Troy made a sympathetic noise when he saw it, and reached out to massage her calf. His lips brushed her wound, ever so slightly. "Does that hurt?" he asked.
"No," she breathed, rolling her shoulders down her back. She reached out, grabbing the back of his head and running her fingers through his thick, spongy hair. "Keep going. Higher." She kicked off one of her shoes as Troy obeyed enthusiastically, kissing his way up her leg. When he reached her panties, he stopped, hesitating.
"What's wrong?" she asked, frowning. She'd hoped, based on his enthusiasm up to this point, that he'd be less resistant towards cunnilingus than some of her (taller, more conceited) ex-lovers had been.
"I've, um-" He looked away. "I've never done this before. Gone down on a woman, I mean."
"Troy…" she said, bringing her hand around to cup his cheek. She could see how embarrassed he was. "I don't care. I mean, it makes it hotter if anything actually." She grinned. "I'm breaking you in."
"Will…" He still didn't meet her gaze. "Will you tell me what to do?"
Britta had never seen him quite this bashful, which was a pity because it was incredibly adorable. She turned his face, forcing him to look at her. She tried to straighten out her smile, not wanting him to think she was laughing at him, but she couldn't keep the joy she'd felt surging in her chest ever since she'd seen him come around that corner off her face.
"Take off my panties," she told him. He tugged at them without breaking eye contact, dropping them next to her jeans and shoes on the bottom of the car floor. Britta reached under her shirt, massaging her left breast as she bit her lip. Her pussy was out in the open, exposed. She thought about Annie and Abed, sitting up there in that apartment building to their right, completely unaware, and shivered.
"Open it up with your fingers. Go ahead," she told him, rubbing the back of his neck. She squirmed against the soft fabric of her car seat as he spread her lips apart. Troy leaned in, inspecting her, and the feeling of his breath, light and warm against her velvety skin, made her moan. He planted a soft kiss right on her opening.
"You have a very pretty cunt, Britta." Something about those words, the way the softness and the harshness of them mingled together in her ears, flipped a switch in her brain. She'd waited a long time for this, denied how much she wanted it to happen. She wasn't going to wait anymore. She used the hand on the back of his neck to push him forward into her crotch. He offered no resistance, descending on her, thrusting his tongue into her opening. She gasped, the contact making her writhe back into her seat.
Troy was eager as he pumped his tongue in and out of her, but sloppy. And while she appreciated his enthusiasm, she wanted him to exercise a bit more finesse.
"Relax your tongue," she told him. "And use your whole mouth, don't be afraid to exploooOOOHHH-" Britta moaned as he took her labia in between his lips, sucking on it and making her buck into his face with wanton abandon. She shut her eyes, her hand grabbing a handful of his hair to steady herself. Troy redoubled his efforts, alternating between her lips; kissing, sucking, licking them as she felt a familiar ball of heat start to build up in her. Troy was moaning now, too, and opening her eyes Britta could see him rubbing the bulge in his jeans.
"Take out your cock," Britta said, starting to get into telling him what to do. There was a kind of rush she felt, knowing that she turned him on so much that he'd do anything she asked. "I want to see it."
He unzipped his pants and fished his penis out of his boxers. Britta eyed it appreciatively. She'd snuck enough peaks at it over the years, seen the shape of it pressed against the denim of his jeans or, when she was lucky, the skintight fabric of a certain black leotard. But seeing it in the flesh now, dark and thick and jutting out at her was far, far better. He was so hard for her. She pushed her cunt harder into his face as he continued to lap away at her.
"Play with yourself for me," she commanded. She wanted to hear him moan again, wanted to feel the vibration of his voice against her clit. Britta watched as he pumped himself vigorously, following the motion of his fist as it slid up and down the length of his shaft. She wished it could be her cunt wrapped around his prick instead of his fingers, but she hadn't brought any condoms. Just a few scant hours ago, she didn't think this was ever going to happen outside of her imagination.
She felt hot. It was sweltering in her car now, as they worked furiously to pleasure each other, and sweat was starting to make her shirt cling to her body. She let go of Troy to remove it, releasing his neck, and he whined at the loss of her touch. She cooed sympathetically, wrapping her legs around his head as she threw her shirt into the back seat. He seemed to like that, and the more pressure she applied to him the harder he pressed his tongue into her nub. Britta kneaded her breasts, feeling heat buildup in her chest as she played with her nipples. He was working her clit pretty consistently now, draping his tongue over it in long, even strokes, and she felt the tension in her pelvis start to spike. She was at her breaking point.
"Look at me!" she snapped urgently, sounding a little meaner than she'd intended. But judging by what she saw in Troy's eyes as he stared into hers, the look of rapture in them, she guessed that he didn't mind.
"Oh god!" she cried, feeling a shudder run down her spine. She could see the pride, the sense of accomplishment in his face. "TROY!" She felt herself spasm uncontrollably as her body was wracked with pleasure. Her toes curled. Her back arched. Her thighs dug deeper into the sides Troy's head, and he continued to lick into her even as her walls tensed and contracted around his tongue. Soon the pleasurable sensations he was drawing out of her edged over into pain as she felt herself becoming over stimulated, and she pulled away from him, collapsing back into her seat.
She lay there, panting, for a moment. She was dimly aware of Troy climbing up next to her, and she rolled onto her side, sighing contently as he spooned her. His hands roamed over her naked body, gently rubbing and squeezing. To her complete and utter lack of surprise, he seemed particularly interested in her breasts. She giggled as he pressed them together and lifted them, over and over again.
"Britta," he said imploringly, his voice heavy and swollen with need. He pressed his erection gently into the small of her back.
Oh, right, she thought. "Can… can you wait until we get to my apartment?" she asked, turning her head around to look at him. She pressed back against him, rubbing at him with her ass. "I didn't bring any condoms."
"I need to come so bad," he whispered into her ear, his voice pleading and heavy with need. "I need you to make me come, Britta."
"Shhhhhh," she said, placing a finger on his lips. She shifted them, turning Troy onto his back and sitting in his lap. She slid down so that his cock was jutting out from between her pelvis, his base just barely parting the swollen folds of her pussy. She grabbed his rod, pulling it towards her and rubbing up her pelvis up and down its length as she squeezed her slick inner thighs against him. "Do you like that?" she asked, looking at him again.
He answered her question by kissing her again. She moaned into his mouth as she pressed her clit into the thick edifice of his cock. Troy grabbed her hips, thrusting up into the hole she'd made for him, and she squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could, increasing the pressure of his cock against her mound.
"You're so fucking good," he said, his mouth leaving hers and kissing as much of her as it could find: her cheeks, her hair, her neck, her shoulders. "I've wanted to do this for so fucking long."
"You fantasized about- mmmmf- this specifically?" she asked, moaning as he licked along the side of her neck. "You couldn't just imagine me up some birth control?"
He laughed, the sound becoming a high, desperate groan as his cock leapt between her legs, spurting cum in three short, intense contractions. It landed all over her belly and chest, warm and sticky. Troy rubbed it into her skin, his hands roaming over her body again as he kissed the back of her neck. She whimpered as his cock shriveled and the delicious push against her cunt faded away. As much as she enjoyed Troy's playfulness, she needed relief.
Condoms, she decided.
"Get up, Troy," she said, grabbing the headrest of the passenger side seat and lifting herself off him. He grabbed her, not wanting to let her go.
"But I wanna cuddle," he whined.
She turned, laying against him and pressing her breasts into his chest. "Troy," she said in a lilting, high voice. "If you let me drive us to my apartment, I will do things to your dick with my pussy that your little high school girlfriends would have been too scared to even read about. I will make you cum harder than you have ever cum in your life. I will help you explore every nook and cranny of your sexuality. And I do mean every cranny." She leaned in, whispering into his ear now. "I think we both know you're into butt stuff."
That seemed to encourage him.
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Abed watched as Britta's car finally pulled away, driving off in the direction of her apartment. He sighed.
Annie looked up as he exited the Dreamatorium, laying down copy of Anna Karenina on her armrest and frowning at him. "Where's Troy?" she asked.
"He said he was going to the store," Abed repeated.
"Oh," she said, picking her book back up. "I thought you guys were together."
He didn't say anything to that.