All in Time
A Life is Strange Story by OuTsYdeR
Chapter 11
I'm No Angel (Or, The Thrill of the Chase)
"Max, wake up!"
Max awoke, thankful to be pulled out of the dream, to see a smiling, fully-clothed Victoria standing over her.
"Huh? Victoria? What's wrong?" She asked, blearily.
"Nothing's wrong, Max! Something is actually right!" Victoria exclaimed as Max sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"I just got off the phone with my mom," Victoria continued. "Apparently, she's done being a raging snatch basket, and wants me to come home!"
"Wow! That's great, Victoria!" Max chirped, happily. Some part of her would actually miss having Victoria around, but she also valued her privacy.
"She also unfroze my credit cards," Victoria went on. "So, I say, if you're up for it, we should have a party tonight!"
"You're throwing yourself a going-away party?" Max asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"No, silly! You're throwing me a going-away party. I'm just paying for it." Victoria replied with a laugh. "C'mon, I've got a fake ID and a two-thousand dollar credit limit. Let's get fucked up!"
"Okay, Victoria." Max said, also laughing now. "But, who is gonna come to this party?"
"Well, you're the hostess, so obviously you. I am the guest of honor, and… I suppose Warren can come, too." She stood there thinking for a moment, tapping a fingernail to her chin. "Come to think of it, I don't have any other friends left in Arcadia Bay… Anyone else you want to invite?"
Max shook her head. The only other friend she had who was their age was Kate, and she couldn't imagine her coming to another party that Victoria was attending, after the Vortex Club fiasco.
After Warren had arrived and given the two young women a ride to and from the liquor store, they walked back into the apartment with three different kinds of wine, a fifth of Jack Daniel's, a 2 liter of Coke, and bottle of Jägermeister. All the makings of a good time. Or, at the very least, a time no one would remember.
As Victoria and Warren sat on the couch, arguing over what kind of music to put on, Max quietly slipped into the bedroom. After rummaging through the closet for a few moments, she found her old Polaroid. By the time she returned, the two had stopped arguing and were just sitting there, both looking just thoroughly bummed out. Grinning, Max snapped a picture of the morose looking pair. As she stood there, shaking the instant photo back and forth, she said "Come on, you two. We're supposed to be having fun tonight! Warren, this is Victoria's party. Let her pick the music. I'll go make us some drinks."
As Warren nursed a Jack & Coke, and Victoria finished off her first glass of pink moscato, Max began to realize exactly why Warren had been arguing. Victoria's taste in music was questionable, at best. Still, it was her party, so Max said nothing.
As the evening wore on, Max got several more pictures, including a nice selfie with all three of them in frame. This is probably the first photograph ever taken of Warren and Victoria together, She thought to herself. It was definitely going into her journal, which she promised herself she would start keeping again.
About halfway through his second drink, Warren stood up and declared "Well, sorry, ladies, but I have to get up early in the morning. I should be going home."
"Oh, Warren. I'm sorry! I didn't know you had an early day tomorrow." Max said, suddenly saddened by the temporary loss of her best guy friend. "Let me walk you out."
Warren nodded as Max stood up and walked with him to the front door, and out into the hallway.
"I guess, as far as parties go, this was an epic fail, huh?" Max said, more than slightly dejected.
"Well, it could've done with more people," Warren replied with a chuckle. "But, considering Victoria Chase was involved, it wasn't that bad. I just really do have to be up early."
"Okay." Max relented, accepting his excuse. "Again, I'm sorry. I hope you don't feel like I forced you to come."
"No way, Max. You know me, any excuse to come over to your place…"
Max smiled and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "You sure you're okay to drive?"
"Yeah. That's why I had so little to drink, and why I drank so slowly. I'll be fine."
"Okay. You'd better be! I won't stand for losing any more friends this year." She said, sternly.
"I know, Max." Warren replied in a whisper. "I would never do that to you."
Back inside, Victoria was looking rather bored on the couch, as she finished her third glass of wine. Max picked up Warren's cup and Victoria's glass and headed into the kitchen. Impulsively, she finished the half drink that Warren had left. It tasted pretty good, so she made another Jack & Coke for herself, then poured Victoria another glass of wine.
Handing Victoria her glass, Max took a seat next to her. "I'm sorry it's such a shitty party." She said, sadly. "Here it is barely eleven o'clock, and it's just you and me."
"It's okay, Max. You tried." Victoria said, with a little smirk. "Besides, I'm used to being abandoned lately."
"That's not making me feel any better, Victoria." Max said, before taking a big gulp of her drink.
"Well, it's not like you've abandoned me. I never would've imagined that Max Caulfield would be my only friend in town, the only person I could depend on."
"Yeah," Max said, with a chuckle. "Who would've thought?"
"Well, I know one thing that would make this party better." Victoria said.
"What's that?"
"Shots!"
After their third (Or was it fourth? Who can keep up, at this point?) round of Jäger shots, the two girls lie on Max's bed, both staring up at the ceiling, thoroughly wasted, talking about life.
"So, you fell pretty hard for Chloe Price, and then Nathan shot her?" Victoria asked, incredulously.
"Uh huh." Max Responded. "Life fucking sucks."
"To be honest, I never really trusted Nathan. He was a little too squirrelly for me."
"Yeah." Max said, seemingly too drunk to form words of more than two syllables.
"I kinda remember Chloe," Victoria said. "Totally not my style, but she was cute. So, I know this is probably really uncool to ask, but did you guys… Y'know…?"
"What?!" Max was completely taken aback by the question, but for some reason felt compelled to answer it. "No…"
Victoria rolled onto her side, propping herself up on an elbow, facing Max. "Now, that is just fucking sad. You loved her, and she was snuffed out before you even had a chance to…be intimate?"
Max could only close her eyes and nod. If she weren't drunk, she would probably be crying just thinking about it. If Victoria weren't drunk, she probably wouldn't keep asking these questions, she thought.
"Well, I know you and Warren have done it…" Victoria said, seeming to take great pleasure in Max's shocked expression following her statement. "What? The walls in this place are paper-thin!"
"Christ…" Max said, releasing a heavy sigh.
Victoria laughed. "It's alright, Max. But, the question I was setting up is, have you ever even been with a girl?"
Max shook her head, still not wanting to speak for fear of breaking down into tears.
Victoria's voice softened to a whisper as she leaned in closer, "We could change that, you know…"
Max lie in a motionless state of shock, like a deer in headlights. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart pounding in her chest, and Victoria's breath mere inches away from her ear. She had once described Victoria as "rich and beautiful" in her journal, but she'd never harbored any sexual interest in her, at least not consciously. Still, here was her former arch-enemy, lying next to her, on her bed, apparently wanting to have sex with her. The moment was made even more surreal by the fact that the room was spinning from the alcohol ingested previously in the night.
"W-why?" Max managed to get out. "I mean, why would you want to change that?"
Victoria shrugged. "Well, you're pretty. I've always thought so. And, even though I was always mean to you, I knew you were a good person. And, what can I say, I'm fucking drunk. Inhibitions are almost non-existent right now."
Okay, good answer, I guess. Max thought to herself. She gasped as Victoria leaned in closer to kiss her neck.
Already feeling hot from the alcohol, Max now felt as though she might cook from within as she could feel sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Victoria continued to kiss her neck in various spots, sometimes nibbling gently with her teeth. She let out a soft moan as she felt Victoria's teeth on her neck at the same time as her hand slipped under Max's shirt. Feeling the soft skin of that hand gently sliding up over her belly and over her ribs, it occurred to her that she might actually be trying to take her shirt off. Max sat up momentarily to aid in the task, peeling her shirt off with haste and tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Victoria smiled before resuming the neck kisses, though she was now working her way down to Max's collarbone.
Playfully, Victoria hooked a finger beneath Max's left bra strap, pulling it off her shoulder. She then began trailing soft kisses along her collarbone and over the shoulder in question. Max's breathing became heavier, more ragged, as her body shivered. She sat up once again to reach behind her back and unhook her bra, gladly throwing the undergarment to the floor as well. Victoria seemed delighted that her hints were being taken, as her smile grew larger.
Max's small, tight breasts now exposed to her former enemy, she felt as vulnerable as she ever had in her life. Even still, she found it impossible to care, as Victoria's touch was gentle and sensual. It felt wrong, and yet, right, at the same time. Another soft moan escaped her lips as Victoria teased her already hardened left nipple with her tongue, while gently massaging and caressing her right breast with her hand.
The muscles in her entire body tightened as Victoria finally took her entire nipple into her mouth and began to suck gently. At the same time, the hand that had been massaging Max's other breast was now gliding its way downward, slipping beneath the waist of her pants.
It was Victoria's turn to moan audibly, as her fingers began to explore the rift between Max's thighs and found that she was dripping wet. Max couldn't help but flinch at her touch. She hadn't even been aware that she was so aroused, until now. Taking this as another hint, she raised her hips and began to slide of her jeans and soaked panties, all in one go. Lying flat once more, she opened her legs slightly, inviting further exploration.
"Oh, god…" Max panted, as Victoria's middle finger parted the wet lips of her sex and slid effortlessly inside of her. After enduring several long moments of teasing torture, Max finally spoke in between ragged breaths, "Victoria… I want to see you." The other girl seemed to get her meaning, as she withdrew, a broad grin upon her face as she began removing her fancy designer clothes, piece by piece.
Max got up onto her knees. Her hands reached for Victoria's body excitedly, as her eyes feasted upon every curve. The style of clothing Victoria favored left much to the imagination, with the possible exception of her ass and legs, but, beneath all those sweaters was a curvaceous wonder of a body. Max was amazed at just how soft her skin was. Placing her hands on Victoria's hips, she gently slid them down over her thighs, then back up, over her ribs, and to her chest. Victoria's breasts, though not the most ample she had seen, were certainly larger than her own. She thought they looked, and felt, perfect, for lack of a better word. Soft, but firm, and heavy in her hands.
"Lie back down," Victoria whispered. "I want to know if you taste as sweet as your personality."
After giving Victoria's breasts one last gentle squeeze, she did as instructed and lie back down, flat on her back. Victoria climbed on top of her, placing a knee on either side of Max's body, straddling her midsection. Max could feel her arousal, hot and moist against her flat belly. Victoria leaned down and kissed her hungrily, her tongue delicately parting Max's lips to dance with her own. As she broke the kiss, she trapped Max's lower lip between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug before finally releasing.
Max groaned loudly as Victoria continued to tease her into a frenzy by trailing soft kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, then her sternum. Her hands grabbed at Max's breasts lustily, as she slowly crawled backward on the bed, still trailing kisses down her stomach. Max instinctively spread her legs wide to make room for Victoria's body to crawl between them. The kisses didn't slow when she reached the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, and a fast-moving wave of heat rushed over Max as she felt Victoria's soft lips on her fully aroused clit.
Both women moaned audibly as Victoria's tongue, starting at the bottom and working its way up, parted Max's soft, wet labia, collecting more than enough of her sweet nectar to get a good taste. Victoria seemed pleased, as she took a moment to savor the flavor of her. Max gasped loudly and grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet as Victoria went in for another taste, this time plunging her tongue deep inside of her.
Apparently, she was beginning to feel guilty for teasing so much, as she finally began to focus her efforts on Max's no doubt throbbing clit. Within seconds, Max was moaning loudly. Victoria had to grab onto her hips to stop them from bucking so wildly.
Max closed her eyes tightly, and allowed herself to imagine that it was Chloe's face between her thighs, rather than Victoria's. The short, dirty blonde hair upon her lover's head was replaced with shaggy blue locks in her mind's eye. Her hands released the bedsheets and reached down, her fingers running through that blue hair as she gently pulled her lover's head toward her body, encouraging more of what she was giving her.
She had to stop herself from screaming Chloe's name as the first wave of her climax hit her. Snapping out of her fantasy, she came to the realization that Victoria really knew what she was doing. Obviously, she'd had much more experience with women than Max had. All that slow build up, all the teasing, had led to, literally, the best orgasm she'd ever had. And, little did she know, the best was yet to come. For, even though the shockwaves of her first orgasm began to subside, a new set, even more powerful than the first, began to wash over her body. She screamed out loud, her fists clenched tightly, pulling Victoria's hair, without regard for the possible pain it might cause. Her back arched as every muscle in her body tensed. And, then, just when she thought it was over, another wave of exquisite pleasure racked her body.
After her third orgasm, Max had to force Victoria to stop by pushing her head away from her. Her clit was now so sensitive that even the gentle lapping of Victoria's tongue became painful agony. If she hadn't already been lying down, she was sure that she would collapse. She felt more relaxed right now than she did after taking her Xanax.
"Get up here." She croaked, her voice shattered from screaming. As Victoria crawled back up to her, Max slipped her arms around her waist, pulling her naked body tight against her own, as she kissed her deeply. Still locked in the passionate kiss, Max's hands began to explore Victoria's body. Gently caressing the curve of her hips, then moving toward her back, she both heard and felt Victoria moan into the kiss as Max's hands found and squeezed her perfectly round ass.
Breaking the kiss, Max pushed Victoria's shoulder away to make her lie flat. Her eyes shown a burning desire. There would be no teasing, no trailing of soft kisses. She was eager to repay the pleasure that was given to her. Maybe it was partially due to the alcohol, but she felt differently than she could ever remember. She felt like a wild animal with its prey backed into a corner. She pounced upon Victoria's beautiful body and immediately took her left nipple into her mouth, sucking hard and nibbling softly.
Victoria had started to chuckle at Max's enthusiasm, but her laughter quickly turned into "Oh…OH!" as her left breast was attacked in the best way possible. A groan of half pain, half pleasure escaped her lips as Max pawed at her other breast with her hand, giving it a tight squeeze.
Max's then began using both her hands to explore seemingly every inch of Victoria's soft skin, ranging fearlessly over her shoulders, down her arms, then back over her breasts and her soft belly, then down her legs. Growing impatient with herself, Max anxiously followed the same path that Victoria had taken down her body, only, instead of trailing tender kisses, she worked her way down with licks and occasional sharp bites.
Nearing her destination, she was relatively unsurprised to find that Victoria was cleanly shaven "down there". It just fit with her neat, pristine image. It also explained why she always took so long in the shower. Once again dispensing with any form of teasing, she jumped right in, her tongue delving deep into Victoria's hot, wet sex. She tasted even better than Max had imagined. Victoria gave a squeal of encouragement as her legs opened wider. Gently parting Victoria's delicate pink folds with her fingers, she continued to focus her efforts on drinking as much of her deliciousness in as possible. Only when she heard a groan of frustration emit from her partner did she begin to focus on Victoria's swollen pearl. Like Max before her, Victoria had been so turned on that it only took a matter of minutes to reach her peak of pleasure. Her screams of ecstasy and the arching of her back encouraged Max to keep going, to work harder.
Increasing the tempo of her tongue's dance, a near growl of a moan rose from her throat as Victoria fell into her second orgasm. Max could barely hear her scream with Victoria's thighs clamped over her ears, as her third and fourth swells of pleasure came in rapid succession. Her tongue once again parted Victoria's soft folds, cleaning up all of the sweet juices that she could. The taste was just a little sweeter than before, the consistency just a bit creamier. After wiping off her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, she crawled back up to Victoria's eye level, swelling with pride at the ability to make her partner cum so many times.
Lying close to each other, both completely spent, though their hands continued to caress each other's bodies, they both spoke in unison; "I need a cigarette!"
They both lie on the bed, completely nude, each smoking their own cigarette, sharing the ash tray that lie on the bed between them. Neither woman spoke, but conversation was not really needed. They had just shared what Max thought was a beautiful physical connection, made even more special by the fact that they used to be bitter rivals.
After they had finished their smokes and stamped out the butts, Max moved the ash tray back to the night stand and scooted herself closer to Victoria. She loved the feel of the other girl's soft skin against her own. Resting a hand on Victoria's belly, she finally spoke; "I think you should sleep in here tonight. No couch for you."
"Thanks, Max," Victoria laughed loudly. "If I'd known it would get me off that lumpy couch, I would've tried to fuck you the first night."
Max smiled as she watched Victoria drift off to sleep. She tried not to let herself get emotional, knowing that there was a decent chance that she would never see Victoria again after tonight. Still, she wanted to remember the evening as clearly as possible, for as long as she could. As she began to doze off, herself, she became vaguely aware that she had neglected to take any of her meds. She felt so relaxed that she probably didn't need a Xanax, but missing her Lexapro, she thought, might have consequences. But, at this point, she decided, she was too tired to get back up and take one.
Max found herself on a busy interstate highway. She was sitting in the passenger seat of Chloe's truck. Looking to her left, she saw her blue-haired love, looking as pissed off as she'd ever seen her. Her cheeks burned bright red, not with embarrassment, but with pure rage. The haze that had appeared in most of her dreams, except the last one when she had fallen asleep accidentally, was not present in this one, either.
The anger on Chloe's face made Max afraid to speak. Unfortunately, Chloe decided to break the silence herself, after several moments of simmering. "How could you, Max? Victoria? Really?!"
"Oh, god, Chloe… I'm so sorry. It just happened! I never would've touched her if you were still alive."
"Uh huh… And whose fault is it that I'm fucking dead, Max?" Her rage seemed to increase, despite the fact that she was no longer raising her voice.
"I'm sorry, Chloe…" Tears began to roll down Max's cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably. "I wanted it to be you… So badly…"
"Riiiight. That's why you kept looking at her body like a hungry dog, right? You do realize that she and I look nothing alike, right?"
Seeing that sincere apologies were getting her nowhere, Max decided to try logical reasoning instead. "Chloe, I love you. With all my heart! But, you've been gone for so long… You said you'd loved me since we were kids, but you still had a thing with Rachel after I left."
"That's different, Max!" She spat. "You had a fucking choice! You chose not to contact me for five fucking years! I've been dead for nine months, and I still keep in touch, even if it's just in your dreams!"
Max began to sob even harder, feeling the crushing weight of guilt upon her chest.
"Y'know what? Fuck it!" Chloe said, as she floored the accelerator. Looking over, Max saw that they were now travelling well over one hundred miles per hour. Suddenly, Chloe yanked the steering wheel to the right, veering right toward the concrete column of an overpass.
"Chloe, no!"
Max awoke with a gasp and sat bolt upright. Sweat was pouring out of her. Looking toward the window, she judged that it was early afternoon by the way the sun backlit the blinds. Turning the opposite direction, she found her camera, resting atop a piece of paper, where Victoria should have been. Moving the camera, she found a note that read; "Off to the airport. I'll send you a post car from Seattle. Let me know if you ever get back there. Also, I left you a little something to remember me by. ;) XOXO"
She would write 'XOXO'… Max thought, wryly. Beneath the piece of paper was a picture from her instant camera, lying face down. Max picked it up and flipped it over. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.
Note from the Author:
Well, we've done it! Over 2,000 views! Unfortunately, the only gift I could think of to give you guys was an explicit version of the Max/Victoria scene. I feel kinda bad to be all like "Thanks for helping me reach this milestone, here's some porn.", but I am just a simple writer with not much else to give.
I always swore I would never let my story become stereotypical smut fanfiction, but I felt somehow compelled to write out this scene. Maybe it's just because I find Victoria incredibly sexy, I dunno. But, at any rate, I hope you guys enjoy this shit, and hope that FF doesn't make me take it down, as explicit content is technically not allowed. Though, I've heard there is much worse on here. lol
Let me know what you guys think!