Blossom found herself still frozen in place. It was hard to say exactly how long she'd been stuck there, but Blossom could already feel the chill of the night set in.
What managed to eventually snap her out of her trance was the annoying ringing of her phone in her pocket. She usually kept it on vibrate, but she knew the party would be loud and she'd need to hear if any emergencies were to occur in this timeframe.
'Phone...? Emergency...?' the two words popped up in her brain, finally helping her reach out for the device in the pocket, promply checking out the caller id: 'Unknown.'
She eventually brought the phone to her ear, pressing the answer button as she asked:
'Hello...?'
A surprised cough could be heard at the other end of the line, eventually a slightly intoxicated male voice answering the question.
'Hey, Blossom, I didn't think you'd answer this fast.'
'Who is this ...?'
She just knew there was no way this was Brick, the casual voice she heard didn't have anything in common with Brick's velvety tone. After all, she couldn't stop replaying it in her head ever since he left.
'Jude, from earlier. I got your number from your sister, Bubbles. Hope that's ok.' she heard him chuckle nervously.
'Oh...of course. Yes, it's alright.' Blossom answered absentmindedly.
'Uh, are you ok? You don't sound too good...? Are you still at the party?'
'...Yes. I'm near Taylor's treehouse. I just... have a bit of a headache, that's all.'
'Ah, cool, cool. I'm coming over, wait there.' he said, the concern evident in his voice.
'I'll wait.' Blossom closed her phone as she flew over to the treehouse, purposefully avoiding to touch the railing as if it were made of hot lava. She stood on one of the steps as she waited for Jude's arrival. A throbbing headache was looming in, she started massaging her temples and closed her eyes, desprerately avoiding to think about anything.
Soon Jude appeared at the foot of the large tree, and quickly made his way up near Blossom, carrying a large water bottle in his hand.
'Hey, so, you don't look too well... Can I sit?'
Blossom nodded, making room for the teen on the wooded stair. It was still a close fit, as he had a large build.
'I thought that you might need this. People always forget to drink water. You don't want a monster hangover later.'
He passed over the water bottle, then reached for something in his pocket.
'Have this aspirin, too. You'll thank me in the morning.'
Blossom took it from his hand, however, her cautious nature persisted even though she was pretty drunk at this point.
'It's just an aspirin, trust me.'
Blossom gave him an amused glance.
'C'mon, I know better than trying to roofie a Powerpuff girl. You could kill me with a flick of the finger.'
'Fair enough.' Blossom had to agree. 'I'm still not taking it. I'll be fine. My body is pretty resilient, I'm not even sure I can have a hangover.' Blossom replied, taking a sip of water.
'Silly me. Guess I can't be your knight in shining armor.' he paused, looking around.
'What are you doing here, anyway? All by yourself..?'
'..Wanted to take a walk. It was too stuffy inside.' Blossom answered, hoping she sounded convincing enough.
She could feel the memories from earlier flooding back and she did not like it one bit. A migraine was imminent.
'Oh, really? And here I was thinking I came on too hard and intimidated you into leaving.' he teased, lightly tapping on her forearm with his finger.
The light touch activated Blossom, who turned to look at Jude wide eyed. She hadn't imagined the electric feeling such a simple touch could send into her body.
Her reaction surprised Jude, who quickly withdrew his hand. Blossom found herself saying.
'Do it again.'
'...What?' Jude was taken aback, not sure how to process the request.
'Touch me.'
Before Jude could react, Blossom closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. The storm within her head momentarily paused as she deepened it, Jude tentatively kissing back.
His response got more enthusiastic as he slipped his tongue between her lips, beginning to slowly massage her own.
Blossom then closed her eyes as Jude's hand reached out for her breast, the touch finally causing a vivid image to spring in her head.
'Spreadyour legs more.' the memory flashed before her eyes, causing Blossom to promptly end the make-out session.
Jude was flustered, and awkwardly added:
'...are you ok...? I shouldn't have kissed you back, you're drunk and...'
'Sorry...I...I've got to go..' Blossom interrupted him, leaving behind just a pink dash before he could add anything more.
A distraught Blossom managed to stumble back into her home, rushing into her room
as soon as she passed the threshold.
She closed the door behind her and collapsed on her bed, hiding beneath the covers.
'GET OUT OF MY HEAD! '
An image of Brick slowly licking his fingers taunted her, his eyes fixed on her own. Blossom didn't need to check, she knew she was similarly wet, and it drove her insane.
She shook her head in an attempt to make the memory go away.
'That's shameless, why did they have to do THAT in public?? It's not my fault I caught them.' she attempted rationalizing.
'But it's your fault you stayed.' another voice meekly answered.
'No, it's his fault he continued after I came.' she said out loud, her voice muffled under the covers. ' Who does that, anyway? What was he trying to prove?
Blossom squirmed under the covers, cringing as she relieved the moment again and again.
'He was trying to shock me.' she whispered into her pillow. 'He thinks I'm an easily shocked prude.'
'Well, he isn't wrong, is he? Look at yourself. You hid under the covers like a toddler.'
Blossom emerged from under the sheets, deciding she wouldn't let him get to her head. He wouldn't win.
'He wants me to be shocked? Well, I won't be. He doesn't get the satisfaction. I'll just forget I ever saw it.'
'What if he brings it up...?' her sensible side inquired
'Then I'll make light of it. I can't let him get to me.' she whispered, unwittingly clenching her fist.
'Ok, Blossom, subject closed, never to be brought up again.' she thought while taking her dress off for bed, slipping in her much more comfortable pijamas. She snuck in the bathroom to brush her teeth and remove the make-up on her face before bed.
She avoided looking too hard at her bloodshot eyes and the bags under them.
'I'm never doing this again, this was such a bad idea. That's what you get for caving into peer-pressure, Blossom.'She went under the covers again, closed her eyes and tried to think about tomorrow's possible chores.
The professor might need her help, Kenzie will call to ask about the party, she had a school project to tinker on...
'Don't be afraid, I'll hold you if your legs shake too much.' Brick whispered in her mind.
Blossom chastised herself for letting him invade her head again.
'Why would her legs shake though...? a small voice in her mind asked.
Seduced by the question, Blossom tried to remember what she'd read about female orgasm. However, she didn't remember any mention of leg shaking.
'She probably DID have an orgasm. A clitoral one, most likely. It's the easier one to have.'
Blossom couldn't silence the nagging thought, so she quickly pulled out her phone and searched on incognito mode:
'Do legs shake during orgasm?'
After some browsing though the links Blossoms realised that they do sometimes (according to people on Reddit, at least), and closed her phone again in an attempt to fall asleep.
'I'm going to make you come now.' Blossom shivered as she remembered Brick's eyes pinning her in place.
'...would my legs twitch?' a voice inside her head dared to ask, but was quickly shut down by Blossom violently shaking her head.
'Get your head out of the gutter, Blossom.'
She'd never touched herself. Well, there was this one time when the showerhead accidentally brushed over her private parts and made her feel better than she dared to admit. She had quickly dismissed the idea of insisting with it, something about it made her feel uncomfortable, at loss of control..
She never tried it again, although she'd often been tempted during longer, hot showers.
However, the impulse hadn't been so strong until now. She ached of curiosity to know how her fingers would feel touching herself 'down there'. Blossom tried to burrow the thought as deep into her mind as she could, trying now to go over battle tactics. She found she couldn't focus that well, the alcohol still clouded her reasoning.
She tossed and turned for a while, finally resting on her belly, her arm under her, grazing on her sensitive parts.
Blossom lightly brushed her thighs together, a pleasant sensation jolting through her. She did it again, feeling the same.
Her hand then snaked under the elastic band of her panties, her fingers now feeling something moist in her underwear.
'After all, why shouldn't I do it? It's perfectly normal for a girl to touch herself. Maybe I can finally sleep after this..'
She rolled on her back and lightly spread her legs. One finger tentatively slipped between her labia, now slick with wetness.
Blossom felt the entrance of her vagina, it felt sensitive as she probed it with her finger. she returned a small nub of flesh above her labia.
Blossom gasped as she lightly grazed her index over it. She had never felt pleasure this intense, now even during the most passionate kiss she'd had so far.
Blossom tried to think of nothing as she continued making circled around her clitoris. She tried to focus on the pleasure this acts itself gave her, she could feel a need pooling in her core, a desire for something more substantial than a finger.
"Spread them more.' the velvety voice insisted again, and this time Blossom obeyed, her legs now wide apart.
She couldn't take the craving anymore, so she shyly inserted one finger inside her vagina. She could hardly feel it, so she added another one, this time surprised by its tightness.
Blossom started pulling the fingers in and out, in a rhythm similar to what she'd seen Brick do. His eyes kept flashing in her mind as she continued with her fingers. She could feel herself getting flush and her breathing getting erratic, her legs starting to twitch uncontrollably as she made small circles on her clit.
'Fuck' the word escaped her lips.
...Licking fingers, red eyes, long disheveled hair, knowing wink, open white shirt...
Her orgasm came thinking of him. She felt her core pulsating as she drowned in thoughts of Brick. His eyes,his hair, his clothes, his voice, his neck...
She felt her body relaxing, as if a great pressure had lifted off her shoulders. Then it truly dawned on her. What she had done.
'No, no, no ,no...I can't. This is so wrong.'Blossom still felt the wetness on her fingers, and her mind filled in the blanks with Brick's lips.
She suddenly rose from the bed and rushed to the bathroom, locking herself inside, scrubbing her hands clean and splashing a generous quantity of freezing water on her face.
'Oh, no...What now?'