It was the end of the party. Some students had managed to steal a bottle of champagne from the teacher's table, and it wasn't a secret that outside a group of students had organized a drinking group in a hidden spot of the park in front of the school building, so after sneaking out of the party and taking out the alcohol bottles they had hid between the bushes the teenagers all laughed and drank as they spoke. Raven was quite drunk, a red plastic cup in her hand as Jasper filled it with vodka. Next to her, Octavia and Lincoln heavily made out, hands all over each other. On her other side, Wells and Connor had improvised a weird beer pong game that made sense to no one but them— though everyone was eager to play. The girl smiled to herself, giggling as she thought of the fact that this really seemed like a good group of friends, and that she was comfortable with them.
Of course, good things did not last long, and a few minutes later Clarke appeared accompanied of a few more people. Good guy Nathan Miller, the fuckboy John Murphy, and cheating-piece-of-shit Finn Collins. At first they did not notice her, but as soon as Raven's eyes met the other girl's the tension grew quickly. Standing up definitely too quickly, the brunette managed to keep balance and started to walk away. Soon she felt a hand stopping her, and her lips parted, ready to yell at Clarke— or worst case scenario, Finn. But no, when she turned she saw none of them. It was John.
"Fuckboy?"
"Look at that, the bitch who parked in my spot."
"Ugh, go away. I've got no time for you, and I'm not feeling like being in a fist fight."
"Calm down, damn." He rolled his eyes and sighed, then offered his hand. "I want to make peace."
"W—What…?"
"Make peace, a truce, you know what I mean. I am not gonna apologize, but well, I shouldn't have done what I did."
Raven looked at him with distrust, not knowing if he actually was serious. Considering that he had a long record of being an asshole, even if they had not had any problems in the last weeks after the incident. Sighing, she shrugged. "If you break this truce, I'll kick your ass. Now get the fuck out, fuckboy, I'm leaving this shit ass party." she smiled smugly and turned around, raising her middle finger at him as she walked away. She heard him laugh behind her. Well, she thought as she walked to the school's front door and entered, heading to the school's gym and entering. The place was almost empty now, a few couples dancing to slow songs as if it was some kind of strange prom. On a table far away, two teachers spoke with glasses of wine in their hands. Raven smiled.
Standing up, the middle aged woman that accompanied and spoke to Abigail laughed and said goodnight, walking away and out of the gym. And the girl knew that it was her chance.
"Fuck, Raven." the woman did not know how it had happened, but she was in the backseat of her car on top of the girl, trying to get as much contact as she could with the puffy dress she wore. Their tongues danced together in a furious battle, brushing each other's and playing as they felt each other's hands everywhere. Raven's hands on the woman's bottom, Abby's groping the girl's chest, so tempting with the cleavage of her costume. "Let's go to your place." she panted, needily pressing a rough kiss on the girl's lips.
"Okay, but take that fucking skirt off or I'll rip it off." the girl spoke. The woman rolled her eyes and took off the fabric that covered her legs, revealing a less puffy, shorter and simpler skirt underneath. Raven got rid of it by pushing it to the side, pulling from the woman for her to move to the driver's seat. The woman awkwardly did so, bending forward and accidentally flashing the girl her underwear. "Woah, ma'am, I never thought you were the kind of woman who wore thongs." the girl grinned. Abby blushed furiously, finally positioning herself on the driver's seat as the girl moved next to her.
"Well, one has her moments." the woman muttered a she started the car, pulling out of the parking spot and heading south. Raven looked through the window for a few seconds, still breathing heavily as she tried to find a way to tease the woman. Suddenly she grinned, turning her face to glance at the woman and putting her hand on her thigh. The woman gave a quick look at the girl's hand and to her face before focusing on the road. "W— What are you doing?"
"Keep driving." the girl told, eyes set on the woman's face as her fingertips caressed her thigh. It was a slow, gentle brush, at first right above her knee but slowly moving upwards. She moved her fingers in small circles, her hand moving up the woman's thigh and sneaking completely under the fabric of the woman's underskirt. "If you think you can't do this, pull over to the side. I don't want to get fucking killed while fingering you."
"Watch that language, Miss Reyes." the woman spoke with apparent calm, though it was obvious that she was breathing slightly heavier than before. With her lips slightly parted, she breathed out through her nostrils as she turned right. Raven did not stop her movements, now dangerously close to the woman's center as she leaned towards the woman and kissed her shoulder through the fabric of the costume. She gently pushed the woman's legs wider, wanting all the access she could have in the position they were in. "Raven, stop teasing…"
"Oh baby, I'm not teasing yet." the girl husked, fingertips making small circles on the woman's innter thigh as she spoke, moving her lips to Abby's ear. The older woman could feel her hot breath, heavy as she spoke. "Once I put my hand on your panties and you realize that you are going to be cumming many times tonight, then will be when the teasing starts." she assured, doing exactly that. Her fingers found the woman's black underwear, pressing against her core and making her gasp. "Damn Abby, you've been thinking of me a lot tonight, haven't you?"
"I might have retained the image of your cleavage for a few hours, yes."
"I hope you did not tell Marcus Kane about your fixation for my boobs."
"Are you jealous?"
"No."
"You look jealous."
"You're not even looking at me."
"I can see you from the corner of my eye."
"Okay then."
"So you are jealous."
"No."
"He's just a friend."
"He better be."
Raven did not bother on teasing, the woman's words making her feel too furious to follow her strategy. Instead of teasing Abby's core slowly, she pushed the thin fabric of the thong to the side and ran her fingers up her slit, collecting her wetness and smirking. Abby really did want her, and no matter how the woman could be just friends with the man— Raven could not stand the thought of her being with him, and yes, she was jealous he had got to talk to her all evening— the girl wanted to make sure that she was only hers. She wanted Abigail Griffin, more than words could ever explain, more than she had ever wanted anyone. Her fingers found the woman's entrance and pushed inside, long digits entering her deeply as she breathed out against the woman's ear. "You're mine."
Abby gasped at the words and squirmed, swerving as she realized that she was getting on the wrong lane. "Raven, Fuck." she muttered, the woman's eyes wide. She made sure she was not going to crash against a tree or another car and glanced at the girl, pushing down with her hips on the girl's fingers. "Don't do that again, oh my god." she sighed, biting down on her lip and trying to steady her breath. Raven smirked, pressing a soft kiss and nibbling on the woman's earlobe. "Raven…"
"We're almost here, you know where my place is." she husked, starting to move her fingers in and out slowly inside of the woman. Abby moaned loudly, trying to be careful to keep her legs in place as she turned the corner. It was hard to keep her eyes focused on the road, or even open, and her legs were tense as she felt her climax building quickly between her legs. "C'mon Abby, park already." the girl muttered as the other stopped the car in the driveway, pushing her fingers inside of her deeper and faster.
"Fuck, Raven." the woman moaned, turning to grab the girl and pull her into a bruising kiss, her legs spreading fully. Raven was somehow almost on top of her now, fingers moving in and out roughly as the woman ground her hips against them as hard as she could. "Oh…" her moans were loud, so loud that if some neighbor payed attention they would hear them. "Raven, Raven, fuck!" Holy fuck, was the only thing that was in Raven's mind as she saw the woman's mouth fall open and her gasping for air, her hands gripping the back of the girl's neck and her shoulder as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Feeling her tightening around her fingers, the girl slowed her movements and simply observed. If there was some graphic description of lust, eroticism and beauty all in one, this was it. "Fuck…" the woman panted, still riding out her orgasm. "Fuck."
"Watch that language, Principal Griffin."