Special thanks to Cheeses.
"Ungh," Gladys moaned against the sweaty crook of her elbow as Betty's fingers pumped nimbly inside of her.
She couldn't describe with words the things she was feeling. She needed colors- vibrant colors, and sounds, scents, and words from several other languages to convey 1/100th of her experience.
She wasn't sure if the delicate fingers buried inside her folds had anything to do with it or not, but she suddenly became very aware of the beauty of Betty's lips, and the way her nose suited her in way any other nose never could. She brushed the backs of her fingers over Betty's cheeks, but promptly dropped her hand to grip the blonde's shoulder with the tips of her fingers as Betty slipped another digit into her.
She became overwhelmed with the desire to smash her lips into those of her talented… friend? Lover? She wanted so badly to kiss her as she wove her fingers into the fine golden locks, but, she thought, that would make this all too real, and therefore, too much like cheating. Too much like something lovers do. So, instead, she listened to the other calling from somewhere recently discovered within her body and guided Betty's mouth to her breast.
Betty's lips attached to her breast and she flicked her tongue roughly over the hardened nub there. She knew she needed to tell Gladys to keep it quiet, but she just couldn't pull her mouth away. She began to suck lightly, and slowly withdrew her fingers from the brunette with a gentle "pop" as her fingers slipped from the slickness. She began to trace lazy circles around her clit, and felt her body shiver and her own blonde curls become slick and hot at the sounds coming from within Gladys's throat.
Much to her surprise, she felt a hand cover her own between the brunette's legs.
"I need to feel what you're doing," Gladys whispered airily, "So I can do this for you."
Betty was fairly certain that the sheet beneath her became drenched in her own wetness.
"You won't have to do that, Princess," she muttered, placing the kind of kisses on Gladys's collarbone that drive people to madness.
Gladys bucked her hips to press herself into Betty's hand. "But. I. Want. To," she gasped.
The blonde dragged two fingers from her entrance to her clit several times, before plunging them both inside, and yet again gliding them back to her clit, effectively sending Gladys's hand back to her own mouth. She moaned so loudly that Betty feared someone in the hall must have heard.
"Keep it down," she warned softly, slotting the hypersensitive nub between two of her fingers.
"I don't think I can," Gladys panted. "I think- UH. I'm not sure," she breathed. "But I think that I'm-"
Betty swiftly leaned up on one elbow to cover Gladys's mouth with one hand and, with the other, she brought her counterpart to the edge.
With a series of audible whimpers and a flash of colors visible only behind her eyelids, Gladys rocked her hips against the hand between her legs. Nothing with James had ever been this fulfilling.
"Fuuu-"
"It's okay to say it," Betty said raspily.
"-ck." The final sound died gently on Gladys's lips.
And like lovers don't, Betty settled next to Gladys and didn't offer to hold her, or stoke her hair. Instead, she tried to level her breathing and watched her own breasts as her chest heaved.
After a moment, Gladys turned slowly onto her side and tentatively placed her hand on the blonde's stomach.
"Your skin's on fire," she whispered.
Betty turned her head to glance at her through half-open eyelids. "Hot and bothered," she muttered, with a sly twist of her lips.
Gladys trailed her fingertips from where they rested on her cohort's stomach to just beneath her breast. Gently, she cupped it in her hand and ran her thumb over the hardened nipple.
Betty bit her lip and let out a soft "Oh."
"You… Really don't have to," she breathed. "I feel like I'm forcing you into something."
The thumb brushed over her nipple again, and again after that, forming a steady pace. "I want to."
Without much hesitation, she drew one pink nipple between her lips and sucked, pinching the other between her thumb and forefinger gently. Gladys has always been very confident- even when basically clueless.
Betty didn't seem to make much noise, but she certainly had a vice-hold on the lip caught between her teeth. Gladys took that as a good sign.
What to do next? She could continue what she was doing, but that might bore Betty. Or, worse yet, that could make her sore. She nearly began to panic, and quietly hoped that Betty might pet her hair in reassurance.
She sucked in a deep breath through her nose and glanced to the blonde's face before replacing her mouth in a trail across her chest, closing her eyes to feel what she was doing more than to think about it. For all of her tough character, Betty's skin was soft and silky, a perfect landing place for one's lips. Her hand tickled its way down, and she slid her fingers through Betty's blonde curls in a well-disguised moment's hesitation.
Relax, Gladys told herself.
Let your fingers do the work.
Now that she had experienced her own relief, the prospect of returning the favor wasn't exactly as easy to swallow as it had been when her own skin threw enough heat to warm the room and her own sex tingled and ached for touch.
But somehow, it all still didn't bother her.
She slowly slipped her hand into Betty's folds and gasped aloud at the slick wetness she found pooled there. Had her own body done this for Betty?
"Oh, God…" Betty murmured.
She had done something wrong. "I'm sorry, i-"
"No. No, no," Betty fumbled. "You didn't do anything wrong."
But Gladys found herself frozen.
"Teach me," she urged, feeling the persistent pounding between her legs begin again.
Betty sucked her lip between her teeth again, and wrapped her hand around Gladys's, separating her pointer and middle fingers from the rest of her hand, guiding them to and placing them on her own clit.
"Right here," she whispered. "If you still want to."
Gladys gently circled directly atop the bundle of nerves, applying a little more pressure with each full circle.
"Here?"
Betty nodded. "There, exactly." Her hips began to rock ever so slightly, and Gladys did her best not to pause or seem alarmed.
If only her parents knew, she thought. If only James knew. But even with these thoughts, and the knowledge of what she was actually doing at that very moment, Gladys still couldn't find the tragedy in the situation. It was all just so… wonderful and convenient. What could possibly be wrong about it? Betty's low and persistent whimpering didn't leave her much time alone to ponder.
She became highly comfortable with the act, dragging her fingers teasingly along the length of her sex, stopping occasionally to softly pinch the delicate flesh.
"Princess, you're a natural," Betty breathed.
Gladys propped her head up on her hand and continued to make her fingers dance tantalizingly between her friend's legs.
"I just don't understand why this is so taboo," she whispered, swiftly rubbing her in precisely the right location.
Betty gasped. "You'd understand if you loved women, I think." She panted and held her breath for several long seconds at a time. "Please, please don't stop."
Gladys circled her clit a little faster and a little harder, and continued to do so until Betty's hips ceased their rocking and her hand suddenly clamped down firmly on Gladys's wrist.
On impulse, she quickly dragged one finger over the pulsing flesh and withdrew her hand to lean back and watch the blonde's chest moved up and down. Her breasts were oddly mesmerizing.
"I didn't think you had it in you," Betty said.
"I didn't know I did, either. I'm happy you showed me, though."
Betty sought out Gladys's hand and laced their fingers.
"I… Truly enjoyed that. I needed it," Gladys whispered.
"So, you're not going to go off and never speak to me again?"
The brunette turned on her side and rested her head on the blonde's shoulder. "Why would I do a thing like that?"
Betty stared at the celling. "I thought you'd be disgusted by it."
They lay in silence for what could have been three hours, or half of a minute. Each thought the other to have fallen asleep.
"I wouldn't mind doing this again," Gladys said quietly. "I know I'm not Kate-"
"- And I'm not Lieutenant Jackass," Betty interjected.
"-But I wouldn't be opposed… to keep us both sane."
Betty nodded, but Gladys still made out the movement in the darkness. She nuzzled her nose into the crook of the blonde's neck and pressed her lips to the rosied skin. A kiss to the skin was acceptable, she decided. Anywhere but the lips.
"If you won't be too bothered, Princess, I think we might need to get a little more dressed than we are- in case anyone decides to barge in."
Gladys placed one last, lingering kiss there and eased herself away to reach for the puddle of lingerie next to the tiny bed.
As they settled in next to each other clad in slips with tossled hair, nothing seemed out of place. Betty faced one direction and Gladys the other, and they fell into a usual pattern, as if nothing had happened. Gladys could not bring herself, however, to wash the scent of her sleeping friend from her fingers.