It was well past lunchtime by the time Tegan and I made our way downstairs, eager to nurse our budding hangovers. Only bits and pieces from last night were fresh in my mind. I remembered the jacuzzi. I remember the water jets. I remembered the toy Tegan had been so impatient to use on me, and I might have believed our fun had stopped there, if it wasn't for the soreness between my legs.
While Tegan popped our breakfast into the toaster, it was hard not to take in the state of the house. Cups and empty bottles of cheap alcohol littered the floor and furniture. Half of the attendees from last night's party was passed out in various positions and there was a faint stench of puke and pot wafting through the air. The maids would have a hell of a job cleaning up the mess, but Tegan didn't seem to mind as she pushed any garbage out of her way to make room for a pair of tall glasses and a pitcher from inside the fridge, filling them both halfway with something red. Whatever it was, it didn't look appetizing at all.
"Bloody Mary," Tegan said, topping off each glass. She handed one to me while downing half of hers in one go. "It'll help with the hangover."
I was too shy to tell her that I was pretty sure it wouldn't help and that I preferred water. Instead, I took a sip anyway, immediately wanting to gag. I pretended to take a few more sips while Tegan finished hers and was more than happy to push it aside when Tegan handed me a fudge toaster pastry. We stood side by side, leaning against the counter, eating silently. Our arms brushed each time one of us moved and I entertained the idea of Tegan taking me right there with an oblivious audience. I might have brought it up if I wasn't completely confident that she would have taken me up on the offer without a second thought, but knowing that she would satisfied me enough.
We popped the last bites into our mouths at the same time and brushed away the crumbs. Like an obedient dog, I waited for Tegan's next instruction. I didn't know if I was expected to leave now or if maybe we'd go back to bed, but it felt like an eternity before Tegan turned towards me and began looking me over. I was in a constant state of self-awareness around her it seemed. I was sure my hair looked a greasy mess, and not in the cute, ruffled way you're supposed to have after sex. The shirt and shorts I was wearing now were the same I was in last night, only now they bore dozens of wrinkles and they probably smelled. Tegan was probably wondering if I ever wore anything else and what she ever saw in me. Maybe now that she fucked me with the strap-on, she considered it a personal feat that she had taken what I officially considered my virginity and she was ready to move on. But when Tegan's lips turned into a small smile, I remembered that I didn't really care if any of those things were true. I was pushed backwards towards the staircase as Tegan suggested I go change into some of her clothes while she sent everyone home.
I did as I was told and found myself in her walk-in closet, staring at wall after wall of clothing. It was a bit overwhelming. I was pretty sure my bedroom at home wasn't even this big. I ran my fingers along all of the different fabrics debating whether Tegan would like me more in this or that. Downstairs I could hear music and it became getting increasingly louder until I felt the bass through the floor. The pissed off voices of the rudely awoken were barely audible. It was a cruel alarm clock but it seemed like such a Tegan thing to do. I laughed to myself as I pulled on a pair of jeans that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. I picked a black t-shirt with a pastel floral pattern scattered across it, fixed my hair as much as I could with my fingers, and if I could trust the full length mirror on the door, I pulled off Tegan's style well. I hoped she would agree.
As the music quieted, I headed back down the stairs. A handful of people were still staggering around, cursing Tegan as they walked by her on a hunt for their missing shoe or car keys and unlike the night before, I welcomed the curious glances that were thrown my way as I stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking pampered and refreshed compared to them. It was especially difficult not to feel smug by the jealous looks being thrown my way from the girls who'd had a brief fling with Tegan in the past.
It wasn't long before we were alone and Tegan turned back into her usual horny, seductive self. She walked over to me, put her hands on my hips, and wasted no time in wiggling her tongue into my mouth. It was embarrassing how ready I was for her to take me right there on the stairs, but after only a few minutes, she pulled way. Perhaps she thought I'd had enough last night and needed a break.
"The maids usually come around this time," she explained. "I usually disappear for a while so I can give you a ride home if you want."
Instantly, I was filled with dread at the thought of Tegan seeing where I lived. It was a dump compared to this place. She'd see me for the trash I really was and rightfully kick me to the curb. I wasn't ready for whatever game she was playing with me to end so soon, and by the look she was giving me, it seemed like it was in my best interest not to say no.
I paced around the kitchen while Tegan went to change, busying myself with picking up pieces of trash here and there. Before my panic could really set in Tegan was leading me out into the garage. She headed for the shiny black convertible. Parked next to it was a green truck. It didn't seem flashy enough for her parents so assumed it was her other ride, one more suitable for the winter months. I was handed a pair of designer sunglasses and we peeled out of the driveway with a squeal of the tires. I yelled out directions to my house over the sound of the engine and the wind whooshing past.
In half the time it would have taken me on the bus, we pulled onto my street. Modest was the best word to describe the neighborhood. I told Tegan to pull over and motioned to the house across the street. I took off the sunglasses and thanked her for the ride, but she had other plans. Tegan's arm remained slung around my shoulder and she slid her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head.
"Nobody's home, eh?" She grinned, noticing the open, empty garage and lack of cars in the driveway.
I barely managed to nod before Tegan quickly cut the engine. I guess I had no choice but to invite her inside. In the entryway we stood with a pile of shoes at our feet. The silence grew more and more awkward as each painful second passed.
"Well aren't you going to give me a tour?" Tegan's elbow dug teasingly in my side and the lilt in her voice told me she was more than amused.
"Oh, right." I mumbled. There wasn't much to the first floor. Just your typical kitchen and living room, a small bathroom right off the dining room. It wasn't anything to admire. It was small. Messy, but not dirty. The one stark difference was that my house looked lived in; Tegan's didn't. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
We made our way up the stairs, Tegan close on my heel. I pointed to the closed doors of my parent's room on one side and the bathroom on the other. My little sister's room was across the hall from mine. I opened the door to my room and Tegan's gummy smile exposed itself quickly. She was silent while she checked my record collection and the shelves of books that lined the walls. I remained frozen by the door as she inspected what seemed like every inch before she flopped down onto my bed.
"Cool room." She said, her arms folded behind her head with her knee propped up. She still hadn't stopped smiling.
"Thanks." I said, smiling back at her.
After a moment of staring at each other, she finally mentioned the clothes I picked out from her closet. They looked good and apparently that turned her on.
"C'mere," she said, biting down on her lip.
Though I was fully aware of Tegan's intentions and the threat of my parents who had no idea I was gay coming home at any minute, I still swallowed my fear and did what Tegan asked of me. As soon as I was in arms reach she pulled me on top of her and for a long while all we did was kiss. I thought maybe that would be it; that she thought I'd still be too sore. I didn't think it was a build up of what was to come. When I least expected it, Tegan flipped us and pinned me down by my wrists. She told me how cute she thought I was, how she didn't have fun with other girls like she did with me. The lust in her eyes before she leaned in to nibble on my ear made me squirm. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear she was trying to get me to fall in love with her.
"I bet my clothes would look even better off of you." She whispered and I was sure it was a line she had used multiple times on multiple girls before me but that didn't stop it from working. I was more than ready to let her have her way with me and I expected the shirt to come off or the jeans to be unbuttoned. I didn't expect her to pull away and ask me to show her where the bathroom was again.
"Oh, uh, it's just down the hall to the right." I stammered out of surprise. Did she really have to go that bad, right at this very second?
"No Sara, I mean show me where the bathroom is." She smiled crookedly, crawling off of me and then the bed.
As the lightbulb went on in my head, I mentally smacked myself in the face. If anyone was the mood killer right now, it was me and my naïveté. I hurried off my bed and led Tegan down the hall and into the bathroom. She leaned against the door, locking it, and looked around. I could only guess she was deciding on the best place to fuck me. At that point, I didn't really care, I just wanted to get to it. In the end she settled on the shower. I was a bit unsure considering how small it was. Alone I had trouble with my ass hitting the glass door or knocking something over if I bent over too far while trying to shave. It wasn't ideal, but I wasn't about to complain about being in close quarters with Tegan.
We stripped ourselves of our clothes and I double checked that the door was locked while Tegan found the right temperature. I joined her a second later, watching drops of water run down her neck and her chest, and if they were lucky, down between her legs. Tegan opened her eyes and shook her bangs from her face. Though she didn't show it, I was pretty sure she liked that I was looking, but these trysts were never really about her. She pulled me underneath the shower head, under her gaze. It was her stare that made me feel so small. I was getting used to liking the feeling.
We picked up where we had left off in my room but the kissing quickly led to caressing and that quickly led to Tegan's hands on my chest where she rolled my nipples into stiff buds with her fingers. I panted into her ear while she kissed from lobe, down my neck, as her hands moved lower and lower. Tegan ran a finger up and down my slit and over my lips out to my inner thighs. She moved back in, spreading me with two fingers and feeling how wet I was with another.
"I want to go down on you," Tegan groaned into my ear.
It was damn near impossible to find a position that would work in such a cramped area. No matter how we positioned ourselves one of us was always sputtering trying not to choke on the water. It wasn't nearly as sexy like the night before. I was ready to give up but Tegan just eventually dropped to her knees, her ass pressed flat against the glass door, and went after exactly what she wanted.
I had my foot propped against the tiled wall and one of Tegan's hands in a death grip to keep from falling. I was spread wide open for her to kiss my thighs and delve into the wetness that was waiting for her. Her tongue moved slowly up my length before circling my clit. She teased me for as long as both of us could handle, her tongue dipping down to circle my entrance every so often before she latched her lips around my clit. Her tongue moved every way possible. It was getting harder to breathe as my orgasm built. It was only moments before we were moaning in unison and Tegan was lapping up the come dripping out of me.
With my balance steadied, I tried to loosen my hand from Tegan's, but her grip only tightened. I then realized where her other hand had been this whole time. Over the water, I could hear the faint sound of her fucking herself. Her eyebrows knit closer and closer together as she stared into my eyes until she threw herself over the edge with a muffled moan into my thigh.
The water turned cold as we came down together and cleaned each other up. We toweled ourselves off and as I was getting dressed I realized I couldn't feel a bit of the hangover I had woken up with just a few hours ago. I was hoping that meant the same for Tegan and she would use me as her remedy next time instead of the Bloody Mary.
I unlocked the door to let some of the steam out and I've never regretted doing something so much in my life. Just a few feet away, my mom was coming up the stairs with my sister asleep in her arms.
"Mom! Hi!" I squeaked out in a panic, pulling the door as close to me as possible. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tegan's reflection in the mirror. She didn't seem at all fazed while I was ready to puke out my guts.
"Oh good, you're home. Can you go help your father with the groceries?"
I nodded, too afraid of what might happen if I opened my mouth, and she continued down the hall with my sister, completely unaware of what had just gone down in her bathroom. Well, for now, at least. I couldn't bare to look at Tegan before I shut the door behind me and walked down stairs with legs made of jello. My mind couldn't even begin to come up with any kind of solutions to get Tegan out. I unloaded the bags as fast I could. I had one more trip to make and my mind was still blank. Finally, I grabbed the last bag and pulled down the garage door, noticing someone across the street by Tegan's car.
There she was, as smug as usual, lighting herself a cigarette.