- Chloe -

Chloe barely noticed that Rachel was in her room - she must have gotten in the house through the open patio door - when her top was being pulled over her head and her bra was being ripped off.
"Woah, Rachel", the punk began, but her girlfriend pressed her ripe lips against Chloe's and thus swallowed the protest up. Not that Chloe really wanted to protest. Rach's lips were way too sweet, her skin way to soft and her body way too sexy for being able to resist her. Chloe grinned while kissing. She broke away from the hug a bit. Rachel's eyes flashed impatiently. Chloe knew that look: Rach wanted it here and now, right away! Chloe had fun tormenting her a bit.
"You obviously missed me, huh, moppet?"
"Got that right. I'm so starved!"
"Speaking of starved", Chloe said and pretended to thoughtfully put a finger against her chin. "I am as well. We should got get us some pizza. Or eat something at the Two Whales. Or..."
With an impatient sound, Rachel pushed laughing Chloe on the bed und sat upon her. Chloe was still laughing. Her girlfriend was about ten centimetres smaller than her and nowhere near her strength. It was easy for Chloe to seize Rachel at her wrists, lift her a bit und push her, facing backwards, on the mattress.
"I am the boss for now", Chloe decided. She pulled Rachel's dark green shirt up und freed her well-shaped breasts from the white lace bra while Rachel got completely rid of her shirt.
"So impatient today", Chloe murmured while her lips gently traced along Rachel's neck. Her right hand took care of the well-shaped bosoms.
Rach groaned quietly. "Lower", she sighed.
Chloe brought her face close to Rachel's.
"What was that?" She kissed hr gently.
"Lower!"
The kiss became more demanding; Rachel sucked at Chloe's bottom lip.
"Whatever you want, Sweetie."
Chloe's tip of the tongue traced along Rachel's crook of the neck, the gap between her breasts, briefly moved to the left and the right to nibble on the pink nipples and then came back to the centre of the body.
The lower Chloe got, the more Rachel dug her fingers into the pillows. In the meantime, Chloe approached the belly button. Rachel hated being touched there during sex, so Chloe just nudged the sparkling piercing briefly - today it was a butterfly - and let her mouth go lower until she reached the waistband of the light trousers.
"Go on", the muffled voice pleaded from under the pillow.
And that's what Chloe did. She unbuttoned the jeans with relish, opened the zipper und pulled the waistband down. Lustfully, Rachel lifted her hot butt in order to make it easier for her girlfriend to take off her clothes. Within a second, the jeans was on the floor, together with all the other clothes that collected there since last laundry day.
Rachel's butt was still lifted, waiting. The pink panty with the white lace at the top literally begged for being torn off by Chloe, but she contained herself and pulled the piece of cloth down without destroying it.
Chloe took a second to enjoy the sight in front of her: Rachel lay there, completely naked. Herr nipples were erected, she had goosebumps all over her body. The soft breasts were trembling with Rachel's aroused breath. Her genital area was neatly shaved.
Chloe lay Rachel's right leg over her own naked shoulder. The leg with the sexy dragon tattoo. The punk kissed the dragon's tail, then his hissing jaws, and continued wandering up the leg. Rachel scented so damn good! Always of cinnamon. Tangy and sweet at the same time. With her forefinger, Chloe slid between Rachel's labia. Dammit, she was wet! Her finger slipped in her wetness. Another groan came from under the pillow. Chloe put Rachel's clit between her lips and sucked on it. Rachel's thighs tensed. Her hand seized Chloe's blue mane and forced her even closer. Chloe slipped a second finger into her. Rachel's inside tensed up. It wouldn't take long today. Chloe brought her thumb into action. She rubbed and sucked at once. That drove Rachel over the edge every time.
She dug her nails into her girlfriends hair so tightly, one could think she wanted to scalp her. Her thighs pressed against Chloe's ears from the right and the left. The groaning was all muffled now. Rachel fiercely twitched two or three times, her groaning got more and more high-pitched and then got lost in ecstasy, before she remained lying down, exhausted.
Chloe sat up and made her neck creak. "Dude, someday you'll kill me with your thighs", she said.
Rachel's head peeped out of the pillows with unkempt hair and red cheeks. "And ... wouldn't you ... wanna die ... in exactly that way?", she gasped, grinning.
"Probably yes, moppet", Chloe admitted and ran her fingers through her dyed hair. "And now?"
Rachel sat up. Her nipples were still erect.
"Now it's your turn, I guess." And she pushed Chloe on the sheets.
That's gonna be hella fun!

Rachel lay with her head on Chloe's non-tattooed arm. "Move it over to me", she demanded with her eyes closed and raised her hand. Chloe gave her the cigarette she had just lit. Then she loosened her arm and got up. "Gotta text Max. She wanted to meet today."
Rachel made a grumpy sound. "But I wanna spend the evening with you", she whimpered.
"But she asked me before you did", Chloe said simply while getting dressed. "To be exact", she turned to face her girlfriend, "you didn't ask me at all if we wanna meet. You just stood in my room all of a sudden."
"As if you didn't like it", Rachel grumbled, partly affronted, partly amused.
"Never said that, Barbie", Chloe replied and put a dark blue beanie on.
"I gave that to you", Rachel murmured sleepy.
"I know. Back when I still thought we were just friends." She smiled mischievously. "Boy, I was hella wrong."
She typed on her cell phone.

In 1 hour at the lighthouse?

The answer came immediately: Make it 2 hours, then I'll b there.

Aye aye.

"You'll have to make off in two hours, Sweetie, I have a date with another woman", Chloe let her girlfriend know.
"Ha-ha", Rachel said and took a deep drag from the cigarette. "Max?", she asked.
"Yup", Chloe answered, hoping not to have prompted another scene caused by jealousy. But she seemed to have had it off with her well enough to sideline Rachel for the moment.
"Okay", the blonde just said. "Greetings from m- ah, never mind, you'll forget it anyways."
Chloe laughed. "Dammit, you know me too well", she said. She looked at the beautiful young woman on her bed for a while and said: "Ya know what? Changed my mind, you don't have to make it off. Just wait for me, be good until I'm back and we'll repeat that hot stuff." Chloe went over to the bed, took the cigarette off Rachel's hands and stubbed it out. "Deal?"
Rach smiled sleepily. "We'll see."
That meant Yes.

- Max -

When Max left her room, it wasn't raining, but the sky was coloured like anthracite. As soon as Max sat in the bus that brought her towards the town limit, it began spitting again. Why didn't I take an umbrella with me?, Max wondered sullenly. From the final stop she still had to walk twenty minutes before reaching the lighthouse. In her mind, she heard her father's voice: "If you knew that you hadn't showered this morning, right pet?" Max smiled. These lame dad-jokes ... She somehow missed them. But she had so much to do and so much to experience at Blackwell, she barely had time to feel homesick.
Well, why should I? Basically I am home.

When the bus reached the final stop, it rained more heavily. Max couldn't do anything but slip the hood of her gray sweater on before dismounting. She was the last passenger and the moustached bus driver nodded to her friendly. Max nodded back, held in her shoulders and stepped outside.
Back in the days, her and Chloe had been out here more or less every day. Either here or at the beach. The sidewalk ended shortly behind the bus stop. Then there was just the straight road that led into the next city after roughly nine miles. On both sides of the road was thick forest.
Max faced away from the road and followed a non-concreted path. The locals called it "the Bigfoot-Trail" because the mysterious creature was said to walk abroad here and even in the 21st century, this was a superb way to attract tourists. Plus the path was ideal for a short hike: The forest around it was thin enough for loads of beautiful flowers to be able to grow there and there were often squirrels, rabbits and sometimes even foxes and does crossing the path. Having reached the top of the cliff, one had a stunning view over the sea and the town that didn't seem to be as shabby from up there.
In the past, when the lighthouse could still be visited from the inside, there was even more going on here. Nearly too much. Right now, Max had the trail for herself. Wonder why, she thought while pulling her former white sneaker out of a muddy puddle. The rain had gotten even heavier and didn't seem to be willing to stop anytime soon.
When Max had nearly reached the lighthouse, she heard "Maaaaaaaax" behind her and a second later, Chloe was next to her. She must have run quite fast and now she stood there, bent-forward, supporting herself with her hands against her knees, wheezing heavily.
"Are you dying or you doing fine?", Max asked, tilting her head questioningly to the side.
"Somehow - that wasn't - as bold - when we were kids", Chloe ejaculated and got finally upright.
"Or maybe back then you simply didn't have a smoker's lung", Max said innocently.
"Don't talk shit", Chloe replied amiably.

Having reached the top of the cliff, the two of them sat down on a bench at the observation point, using the backrest for sitting and the seating surface as footrest. Their shoes left muddy imprints on the bench. "Your shoes look hella gross", Chloe commented with a look at Max's sneakers, that were anything but white by now.
"Yup", Max said grimly, "and I really don't know why we didn't meet in a building. Crazy suggestion, but what about your home?"
"Nah, my step-fuehrer's sitting around there."
"Isn't he always at that time of the day?"
Chloe didn't answer and instead tried to light a cigarette. But it seemed the packet had gotten wet and its content just wouldn't get lit. Sighing, Chloe dumped the ciggies. "Those were fucking expensive", she murmured.
Max rolled her eyes. "Stop whining over that stuff and start helping me. We have to participate in the 'Everyday Heroes'-contest, a talent compet-" "Talent competition for young artists, I know", Chloe completed the sentence. "The competition has a different name each year as the topic always changes, but it is the one where the winners get an exhibition in the Zeitgeist Gallery, right?"
Max nodded.
"Great chance", Chloe said.
"Did you participate?"
"Nope. Got kicked out shortly before the contribution." Chloe grinned wryly, but Max knew it still preyed on her friend's mind. "So this year you're supposed to snap everyday heroes? How original." Max couldn't quite figure out whether or not that was meant ironically.
"Exactly", she said. "And I just can't think of a subject." She told Chloe about her previous tries of catching the perfect moment and how it was never good enough. But she didn't say anything about Mark Jefferson's offer. Chloe would just have said something stupid.
"Why are you even thinking about the subject, hippie? Why do ya have such a hella cool friend? I am your perfect subject!", Chloe exclaimed, did a silly pose, made a duckface and pushed her cleavage up with her arms.
That was not the kind of help that Max had hoped for. Maybe she was oversensitive, but the stressful week and the bloody weather didn't quite grant her good mood. She didn't need her friend's fooling around on top of that. Max was annoyed. "You're not much use to me", she grumbled. Chloe darted a glance at her. "Are we a little upset because of our artistic depression?", she asked with an exaggerated concerned voice. With her normal voice she said: "Don't ya take this a little too seriously?"
Max opened her mouth indignantly. Sometimes Chloe was just so obnoxious! "Too seriously? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know I have to ask for helpful hints concerning motivation from someone who got kicked out of the Academy!"
The rain ran over both girls' faces and trickled off into their collars. Max felt her wet shirt under her sweater. Gross feeling. Nearly as gross as Chloe's waspish expression. Somehow, Max went too far. It had just bursted out of her. This fucking week...
Before she could say something peaceable, Chloe suddenly started shouting: "Got kicked out of the Academy? Tell me more about how well you'd do in school when your dad suddenly died, you had a fucking shitty step-father plonked in front of you and your best friend just PISSED OFF!" Yes, Chloe was rather choleric, but it took quite a lot to actually make her shout at somebody. Max was thunderstruck. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, then she thought about what she had just heard und stared into Chloe's furious eyes. Then the anger ascended in her like glowing lava.
"Piss off?! You know very well that I didn't leave voluntarily! I miss William every day! Plus" - she wrinkled her nose disdainfully, feeling like Victoria Chase doing so - "you have found a replacement for me anyways. With that perfect, oh so great Rachel!"
Now Chloe jumped to her feet. "Yes, Rachel is pretty perfect, you're right", she riled. "She was there for me when you pissed off. But listen, Max Caulfield: She is not a replacement for you. She is more."
That hit home.
Now Max slid off the bench as well and took a deep breath in order to reply something, but in that moment, Chloe blurted out: "She is my girlfriend. I'm with her. And you will not badmouth her without even really knowing her, just because you are such a poor, shy girl with zero confidence!"
Whatever Max had planned on saying, it disappeared somewhere between her brain and her mouth. Her first thought was: "Huh?", her second one: "She's more than me?" and her third one: "Lesbian?!" Have Chloe really just had her coming out in front of Max? Did that just happen?
Max' mouth was still open. A raindrop flowed over her bottom lip. Stroppy, Max wiped it away.
She was totally overchallenged. Actually, she wanted to hug Chloe, apologize for all the mean things, asked her everything about Rachel - lesbian - but for some reason, she got even angrier.
"And you didn't bother to tell me about this?", Max asked. "I'm your best friend." Saying so somehow sounded ridiculous. As if they still were small kids.
"Don't think it's all that easy, best friend", Chloe hissed. She nearly spitted out the words "best friend". Her eyes shot thunderbolts at Max.
Max slowly shook her head. Wet strands of hair stuck in her face. She had to get away from here. She turned around and went back on the trail as fast as possible without running.
She didn't look back and Chloe didn't follow her.

When Max was back at the road, she was soaking wet. Her sweater wasn't light but dark gray. With every step, water squeezed out of her completely dirty, ankle high shoes. Max's jeans felt like an old chewing gum, sticking unpleasantly wet to her skin. Even her t-shirt and bra were wet. Max snivelled. Only now she realized that, besides the rain, there were also tears running from her eyes. A lump of concentrated disappointment narrowed her chest. Best friends forever. Meh.
The road was in sight. In Max's mind the talk repeated itself over and over again. Max had said some pretty mean things. But Chloe could be such an asshole!
Max grimly stared down at the blacktop under her feet. She can go jump in the lake! Her heart tensed up. Part of her wanted to get back to Chloe at all costs and make it up with her. But there was another part in Max Caulfield that many underestimated or didn't get to know at all: She could be pretty stubborn. She would not beg Chloe's forgiveness just because Chloe always thought the whole world plotted against her. Max came past the bus stop, but she knew there were no more busses on weekends at that time of the day. So she walked along the road and hoped to reach Blackwell safely. It got dark. Max felt uneasy being that close to the road, but she had to follow it for nearly two more miles before reaching the town.
She heard a car approaching from behind and shuddered. When she was a kid she had a horror of being kidnapped. Chloe had always made fun of her because of hat. "Who would ever kidnap you, idiot?"
The headlights threw their light cone on Max who tried to keep walking unwaveringly. The car slowed down. Or was it just her imagination? No, it definitely slowed down!
Max clenched her fists in the pockets of her sweater and tried not to freak out. A black car came into her focus. For a brief moment, the girl thought it was a class mate who wanted to prank her. But nobody had such a precious ride, not even one of the rich kids.
The car slowed down even more and went at walking pace next to Max. She slugged down the thick lump in her throat and turned her face towards the car. The windowpanes were blacked-out, she couldn't recognize the driver.
The window on the passenger side was being rolled down and Mark Jefferson called: "Max, what the heck are you doing out there? Come on, get in!"

- I was like: "Well, haven't posted anything in like two months", but no, it was FIVE months! Ooooops... :-D-