Sara's POV
"Tegan!" I call from the bottom of the stairs.
I hear the sound of floorboards creaking and a door opening and closing. I tap my foot against the floor, waiting impatiently while her feet shuffle along the hallway slowly. Since when was I dating a sloth?
Tegan appears at the top of the stairs, still in her pajamas and her hair pulled into a messy ponytail. She rubs the sleep from her eyes tiredly, trudging down the stairs and walking right into my body. She hangs her arms loosely around my shoulders and yawns.
"It's almost noon, ya know." I peck her on the forehead, keeping my arms hidden behind my back.
"It's summer, give me a break." She whines, dragging her feet to the fridge to find something to munch on. She pulls out a bag of baby carrots and sets the open bag on the counter, along with her elbows, before taking a bite of one with her head hung low.
"Are you hungover or something?" I inquire, leaning on the counter opposite of her.
"No." She replies curtly. She turns to the sink to fill up a glass of water, and I smile sweetly at her. She glares at me, taking a big gulp. "You wouldn't let me go to bed because you insisted that we watch an entire season of The Dog Whisperer, which apparently translates into 'I'm going to turn your entire body into one huge hickey until you physically can't stay awake anymore.'"
"I recall you enjoying it." I bite my lip, stifling a giggle.
"That's not the point." Tegan raises an eyebrow, popping another carrot into her mouth. She rolls her eyes at my smirk and my gaze admiring her bruised neck then gives a nod to my arms, still hidden behind my back. "What are you hiding?"
"Oh nothing." I sing out, backing away into the living room. I sit down in Dad's comfy leather recliner, looking at the large manilla envelope in my hands, and wait for Tegan.
Her head appears over the top of the chair a moment later, peaking down at me. "You're not supposed to sit there."
I grin up at her and spin around, looking over the sides of the arm rest. If Dad isn't here to see me sitting in it, then technically it never happened.
"How's it feel to be dating a rebel?" I wiggle my eyebrows and wrap my legs around Tegan, bringing her down to fall into my lap.
"You're not a rebel." She giggles, tearing the envelope from my arms, reading her name and the UBC return address on it. Her smile widens and she sets the envelope in her lap, turning back to me, running a finger slowly down my arm. "You're like a soft little kitten. That's high on catnip."
I swat her hand away, rubbing out the goosebumps, and stick my tongue out at her. "You don't know nothing." I say, promising myself I'll show her just how rebellious I can be.
"Sure, Sare." Tegan giggles, returning her focus back to the package in her lap. "What do you think it is?"
"I don't know, but it looks important." I shrug.
Tegan shrugs too, tearing one side of the envelope open, and dumping the contents onto her lap. She picks up the thick packet, reading over the front cover. She slowly starts to smile. "It's my dorm and roommate assignment."
I grin wide, rubbing her back. "Well let's see who she is," I flip the first page over, leaning in to get a better look.
"Her name's Emy.. she's from New York.. and she's studying graphic design.." Tegan reads quietly, skimming through the first paragraph and flipping to the next page.
A few months ago, Tegan had to fill out this whole questionnaire about herself, practically writing her entire life story, that would be given to her future roommate. Ever since she mailed it, she's been waiting so impatiently to get hers.
"She seems pretty cool. Oh look, here's a picture." Tegan points to a professionally taken headshot, much like the ones we had taken for the yearbook.
"She's a cutie." I say, admiring her long brown hair, brown eyes, and wide smile. She seems warm, and sweet. Actually, she kind of resembles Tegan a bit. I definitely can't complain about that. Can you say dorm sleepovers?
"Don't you get any ideas in that dirty head of yours." Tegan warns, shooting me a look.
"Too late." I whisper breathily in her ear and push the papers off her lap. I attack her neck with sloppy kisses and shift her so she's straddling my lap instead of sitting in it.
"Sa-Sara!" Tegan bites her lip, stifling a moan. "We can't.. not here.."
Tegan's POV
"Oh yes we can, and we are." Sara sinks her teeth into my neck. I cry out, not used to the roughness. My body falls forward as Sara pulls the lever on the side of the recliner, springing us backward. Hands grip at my body, tugging on every fleshy part of me she can find, until she grasps my tiny green athletic shorts and rips them down from my waist, leaving me exposed in the open living room. I say a silent prayer, hoping neither of her parents come home from work early and catch us.
"I want you so bad, Tee." Sara growls, nipping at my bottom lip, hanging low to expel deep breaths. I cry out again and thrust forward, burying my face into the crook of Sara's neck to hide my whimper from the stinging spreading throughout my body, starting from my ass. Sara smooths her hands over the area she just smacked and kisses the top of my head, speaking softly while she asks for permission, "Can I have you?"
I let out a groan. Rough one moment, completely gentle the next. I swear I'll never understand this girl. She continues rubbing her hands over my bare flesh and kissing my face until I give in, nodding frantically. It's been weeks since we've been together in that way. In fact it was that night after we left Jack's and went back by the lake. We sat on the dock for a while and with the alcohol in Sara's system, one thing lead to another and we found ourselves in the bed of my truck.
"I love you, babe." Sara brings her hand to my stomach, then lower, finding a pool of wetness waiting for her. I just can't help getting soaked within seconds when Sara touches me. She chuckles smugly, stroking me between my folds, scissoring my clit and rubbing in slow circles.
I dig my fingers into the leather armrests, rolling my hips slowly. I feel guilty doing such indecent things on Bruce's chair but I'm at Sara's mercy. Her middle finger dips inside of me all the way to the knuckle, curling upward, making me burrow my face deeper into her neck to muffle my cries of pleasure. A second finger is added and the whole chair is rocking wildly now, threatening to throw us backwards, onto the floor. My toes are already starting to curl. I arch my back, letting my head fall back, and start to ride Sara. She stares back at me in complete awe, watching my hips roll down to meet her rough thrusts, her fingers being swallowed up by me with slick slurps, and how my thighs begin to shake.
"Fuck." We both moan at the same time.
I tighten around her, teetering on the edge until Sara pushes me off, sending me into a state of bliss. With my eyes struggling to stay open, I watch her through slits watching me run down her fingers and into her palm. After I stop contracting around her, Sara pulls out. She brings her fingers in front of her face, hypnotized, and slowly parts them to watch my come string between them. Her lips curling upward, she pops them into her mouth, sucking them dry. She dips them between my folds again, hungry for more and makes my whole body jerk. I let myself collapse, completely spent. That was tiring, but so good. I can't even begin to explain how happy I am that we've reached this point in our relationship. I'm sure Sara's even more happy.
I try to control my breathing, letting Sara wrap her arms around me to snuggle in close. Her heart beats against my ear resting on her chest. It's so calming, like lullaby written just for me, making me yawn.
"I need a nap."
Sara's chest shakes as she laughs. She helps guide my shorts and undies back up around my hips, giving me a playful tap on the bum. "You just got up! Besides, you got more mail."
"From where?" I ask, sitting up.
Sara grabs a white envelope off the side table, handing it to me. "Doesn't look like anything too exciting."
I take the envelope, reading the Royal Bank of Canada address in the lefthand corner. Probably just a monthly statement. I don't have any money but I open it anyway just to amuse myself. I scan over my account information, then all the blood drains from my face. I look over everything again, making sure this was meant for me.
Tegan R. Quin it reads at the top.
What the... This has got to be a prank. I've never had that much money in my life. I've only ever seen that much with ...my parents. Fuck. My bottom lip just out, trembling, and my vision is blurred by the wetness pooling in the corners of my eyes. Did they think they could just buy me and my love back like I was one of their over the top Corvettes?
"I hate them. I hate them so much." I repeat over and over under my breath angrily.
"Tee? What's the matter?" Sara asks carefully, putting a gentle hand on my knee, and running her thumb across my skin to calm me.
I shake my head. I can't even speak. Sara takes the paper from my balled fist, smooths the crinkles out, and reads it over. Her eyes bug out when she reads the large sum of money; probably enough to cover more than my entire tuition at UBC, if I didn't already have a full ride there.
"Oh my God, Tegan. This is..."
"Awful." I finish for her, tearing the paper from her grip, crumpling it into a ball, and tossing it across the room. "Why do they keep messing with my happiness? Can't they just leave me alone?"
Sara frowns, looking slightly confused. She pulls me back down to rest on her chest. Her heart is beating fast now. It doesn't calm me.
"I don't think I understand why this is a bad thing, Tee." Sara says quietly.
"Because... it's them." I utter with disdain. "I'm not merchandise that can be bought back. It's like drug money. It's dirty. I can't use it, giving them the satisfaction that they still play a role in my life."
Sara sighs, treading lightly. I know that money means more to her than me. She isn't used to it being so disposable. That was like pocket change with my parents, not a years salary.
"Don't be foolish, Tegan. It doesn't mean anything if you spend it. It doesn't matter where it comes from. You know we could put that money to good use, like to that one bedroom apartment you wanted."
Of course we could put it to good use. I know that. That's not the point though. I sigh, turning my head the other way to stare out the window at the birds feeding on the hanging feeder. "You don't understand. You can't understand."
"I know, and I hate that. I wish I could take away your pain and anger but I don't know how. You gotta help me out here."
"I don't know." I mumble. I don't have a clue. How are you supposed to get over your parents hating and abandoning you? You just don't.
"You can use it in ways that they would hate." Sara suggests, running her hands through my hair, massaging my scalp.
"Like how?" I ask, nuzzling into her chest and letting the scent of her fresh laundry detergent mixed in with her natural scent slow my racing heart.
"Like.. on our wedding, or for us to have a kid someday. Even using it on rent in Vancouver could work." Sara kisses the top of my head before continuing. "Or my favorite idea, spend it on a bench of sex toys and have crazy, wild sex for like.. ever. That would piss them off for sure."
I laugh, starting to feel better. Sara always knows what to say, and I'm sure her suggestions would easily work, especially that last one. I think it might just be my favorite one too. Or the wedding one. I can't wait for the day that Bruce walks Sara down the aisle, giving her to me. I'll be the one to take care of her and make her so happy, she'll feel as if she'll burst. I sit up and kiss her tenderly on the lips. "Thanks, Sare."
She smiles wide, her eyes lighting up, and she wipes the wetness from my face with love. "I know the first thing we can do with it. Go shower and then we'll go for a ride, yeah?"
I nod, suddenly excited for whatever she has planned, and hop off her lap, jogging up the stairs.
Sara's POV
All I can hear is Tegan's obnoxious and nerdy, but adorable laughter. It's easily one of my favorite sounds. So delightful and contagious.
I laugh along with her until she settles down, taking deep breaths and wiping tears from her eyes. She turns to me and flashes me that gummy grin, making me melt, and motions for me to scootch closer. I comply, snuggling in closer to her. I tuck my fingers under the bottom of her shorts near her inner thigh, connecting us just enough to keep us both satisfied and she puts the truck back in drive, pulling off the side of the road slowly.
Hunched forward with squinty eyes, Tegan drives like a grandma. Okay, worse than a grandma. She's driving at a snail's pace. Thank god we're on a back road, with no other cars and more importantly, no cops.
"Okay, okay. Pull back over." I demand, taking the wheel and guiding us off to the side, unable to take it anymore.
Tegan cuts the engine and unbuckles before throwing all of her weight on me and kissing me fiercely. Wow. I was not expecting that but I'm definitely not complaining. She pulls my bottom lip between hers and bites it gently. I moan, pushing back with equal intensity, but manage to pull away briefly for a much needed breath.
"You are so fucking high." I giggle.
"I feel all tingly." Tegan says, squirming around.
Her leg falls between mine, pressing right into my center, alerting all of my heightened senses. My clit twitches, aching for her touch. Groaning, I subtly attempt to grind against her thigh to give me that feeling I crave almost always. I grab her face and pull her back into me, slipping my tongue between her moist, parted lips.
Tegan wraps one arm around my waist, giving me leverage and easier access to her thigh. Smart girl. Her other hand cradles the nape of my neck. She's being gentle, but she's taking control for the first time. In public. Just the thought alone makes me moan. A car could drive by any second and see what we're doing. I say let 'em watch.
By now, I've completely soaked through my underwear, slowly working my way through my cotton shorts. It's impossible that I'll last long. I latch onto Tegan's hips, pulling her into me roughly. I ride her thigh, chanting her name out quietly. I feel the pressure start to build. I dig my fingernails into Tegan and she moves with me, working me towards my release. I bite my lip, holding in the guttural moan and let myself melt, turning into puddle like ice cream on a hot summer day.
"Wow. I didn't think that was possible." Tegan chuckles, brushing my hair off my sweat covered forehead.
"You could make me do that just by looking at me." I reply, taking in big gulps of air. It's true. There's no one in the world that could make me come like that from such little contact in such little time. That's why I'm going to marry this girl some day. I kiss Tegan sweetly and she leans back, resting against her door. She wipes sweat off her brow and glances down to her bare thigh, frowning. "You made a mess."
I sit up, leaning on my elbows and look, giggling. There's a small patch of wetness on her skin, glistening from the sunlight. "Clean it up," I smirk.
She peeks up at me through her eyelashes, blushing, but swipes her fingers over her leg, collecting my juices. She hesitantly licks it off, rolling her tongue to really get her first taste of me. She looks into my eyes, smiling shyly. "It's ...sweet."
"I can't believe you just did that." I laugh, nudging her with my foot.
"Me?" She asks incredulously, then points to my crotch. "You're the one that did it."
I look between my legs, seeing just how big of a mess I made. I'm so wet and it's clearly evident I just got fucked with my clothes on.
"I can smell you from all the way over here." She points out, still staring at my pussy with lust. I feel myself get excited again but close my legs, crawling over to her. Kissing her, I can taste a hint of myself and I try to take the kiss deeper, wanting to take her like she took me, but she pulls away.
"I'm going to need food before we do that again." She says.
I shake my head, chuckling, and go back to my seat, buckling in. "What do you want?"
"Ice cream." She answers without a second thought.
"My Favorite Ice Cream Shoppe?" I suggest. They're one of the best in Calgary.
Tegan's eyes immediately light up. "Oh! I've never been there before. I can't tell you how many times I've stared out the car window longingly at it."
"Well you're in for a treat." I lick my lips. "Just don't drive like a grandma this time."
Tegan shoots me a look, sticking her tongue out at me. I punch her in the shoulder playfully. She starts the truck and pulls back onto the road, thankfully driving like a normal person.
At the Shoppe, she stairs at the menu with wide eyes. There's over seventy flavors to choose from. She turns to me, smiling from ear to ear. I laugh, reaching out for her hand, swaying it between us. It was just too easy to make her happy. After a moment she finally walks up to the counter, taking me with her.
"Mint Chocolate Chip, please!" She says cutely to the cashier, more excited than the little boy in front of us had been. The cashier then looks up to me, waiting.
I give the menu one more scan. "Over the Rainbow." I tell him. Yum.