A/N: This fic contains potentially triggering subject matter including but not limited to: suicidal references, gun violence, sexual trauma, homelessness, drug abuse, depression, homophobia, and cancer. It may contain inaccuracies. No copyright infringement intended. Thanks for reading!
BOOK THREE - PART ONE - CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
"Sam." Cat gently shook her shoulder, trying to wake her. "Sam, wake up. They're bringing the food cart through again." Somehow, even that failed to rouse her. Cat sighed. She pulled out her phone, selected a couple of pictures, and messaged them to Sam using the plane's Wi-Fi.
"Uhh?" Sam jolted upright and pulled out her buzzing phone. She opened the message and her eyeballs nearly fell out of her head. "Cat!" She had just gotten this phone from a kiosk at the airport. It wasn't much, but it would do for now. They were pics of Cat—one a full-frontal nude shot, and one of her in lingerie.
"What's 'a matter?" Cat asked innocently, glancing over at her disinterest.
Sam scoffed and looked around, shielding the screen of her phone with her arm. "What are you—why are you—?"
"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop thinking about last night and it was making me really wet," Cat very quietly explained. "I just wanted you to be awake too, so you can be frustrated with me."
Sam chuckled. "Okay, well, that's kinda unfair. But I like the pics, so… I'll go along with it."
"Do I get any back?"
"What?" Sam asked in amused disbelief.
"Do I get any sexy pics from you?" Cat asked hopefully.
"Uh, what exactly are you hoping to see?" Sam asked, unsure, but not resistant.
"Anything you're offering."
"Hmmm." Sam looked around. Most of the other passengers were asleep or busy on their various electronic devices. She unclipped her seatbelt. "I'll be right back."
"Wait, where are you going?" Cat asked in confusion.
"Just give me a couple minutes." Sam stood up and went to the door directly behind their row of seats. It was the only lavatory at the back of the plane, but there were two others up front. The latch clicked as she locked herself inside.
Two minutes later, Cat was surprised to feel her phone buzz. She pulled it out and opened the message from Sam. She had taken a pic of herself topless in the small mirror. Her arm conveniently covered most of her left breast, but Cat didn't mind. She bit her lip and hummed lowly in excitement. Before she could stop herself, she was sending,
more?
It took less than a minute and another message came through. Sam had taken it over her shoulder, facing away from the mirror and bent over slightly, fully nude. Cat was surprised—she had never really tried touching Sam's butt while they were having sex. She had assumed she wouldn't be interested, but was questioning it now.
mmmm more plz momma.
The next pic showed Sam's full naked lower body, and Cat had to squeeze her thighs together to stop the throbbing between them. One of Sam's legs was propped up against the countertop. She was already visibly wet, and her middle two fingers were knuckle deep inside. The image cut off at her bellybutton. Cat couldn't take it anymore. She threw her phone down, tore her seatbelt off, and rushed to the lavatory. "Sam!" she whisper-yelled, banging on the door, "Unlock it!"
"What?" Sam sounded flustered and out of breath.
"Let me in! Hurry up before the flight attendants come back!" Cat was relieved to hear the click of a lock turning. She hurried into the tiny lavatory, nearly bowling Sam over, and shut the door again. They barely had room to move, but the toilet lid was closed, at least. For the first time, Cat registered Sam's total nakedness and struggled to pull her eyes away. Her face was red, and she was a bit out of breath. Cat leaned in next to her ear and said, "Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"I want you." Cat grabbed Sam's hand and started to lead it down, but stopped before she made it there. Sam's fingers were slick with wetness. Cat knew she must've been masturbating before she came in, so she lifted it up and licked them clean, then giggled. It tasted just like she remembered, and she couldn't get enough of it.
Sam smirked, making no effort to pull away. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Mm-hmm," Cat hummed. Desperate, she grabbed Sam's hand and guided it down between her own legs.
Sam felt her through her pants for a while, before abruptly slipping her hand down the front of them and touching her inside her panties.
Cat gasped and clawed at Sam's shoulders. "Oh, my God."
Sam was excited to feel that Cat was already as wet as she was. She circled her clit with her fingertips, making her moan, which Sam echoed.
"Fuck me."
Sam wasn't sure she'd heard her correctly. "What?"
Cat repeated, "Fuck me. We don't have a lot of time before people start getting suspicious. Just—I need you inside. Now, Sam."
Sam didn't hesitate. She unbuttoned and unzipped Cat's pants, then pushed them down past her knees, along with her underwear. Then she lined up two fingers at her entrance and slowly slipped them inside. She felt Cat clench around her a couple of times, adjusting to the size. "Is that okay?"
Cat grabbed Sam's chin, pulled her in, and crashed their lips together. They kissed urgently, a bit sloppily, as Sam began pumping her fingers in and out. Cat moaned against her mouth. She mumbled something, but it was muffled.
"What?" Sam asked.
Cat took a deep breath. "Fuck me harder."
Sam shuddered with excitement and eagerly complied. The position was awkward and not particularly comfortable, but neither of them really noticed. Sam grabbed the bottom hem of Cat's shirt and pushed it up, along with her bra, exposing her breasts. Then she gave out a low hum as her eyes raked over Cat's body. She allowed herself a little rub between her legs with her unoccupied hand, relieving the immediate pressure.
Helplessly turned on, Cat's mouth fell open in a silent scream, her eyes rolling back in her head. It was difficult to stay quiet. Thankfully, the roaring of the airplane engine helped conceal most of the sound.
Sam had a slight smile. She leaned in and kissed Cat's neck. "You're kinda naughty, starting this all of a sudden," she growled playfully. "I was just trying to take a nap."
Cat's voice halted between each word. "Oh, sorry; would you rather be sleeping?"
Sam withdrew her fingers and circled them around Cat's clit a couple of times before letting them slowly come to a stop. "Okay, cool. I'm pretty tired, anyways. We should go."
Cat scoffed in disbelief. "No! Why did you—I didn't mean—"
Sam chuckled. "Something wrong?"
Cat was red in the face and looked frustrated. "I didn't want you to stop," she answered in a small voice.
"No?"
Cat shook her head.
"What'd you want me to do, then?" Sam asked, almost challengingly.
"You know what," Cat mumbled.
"Do I?"
Cat exhaled sharply. She knew Sam just wanted her to say it again. "I want… I want you to fuck my pussy, Momma. Please."
"Mmmm, you're a dirty girl, aren't you, Kitten?" Sam breathed, slowly circling her clit again.
"Mmmmfuck."
"What?" Sam pulled back a little, but didn't stop the motion of her fingers.
"That's really fucking hot."
"What is?"
"You calling me Kitten," Cat moaned. "I'll be your Kitten, Momma. I'll do whatever you want me to."
Sam chuckled lowly. "You like that, huh?" She alternated slipping her fingers in, curling them up inside, then withdrawing them fully to circle her clit before repeating the process all over again. Cat was getting wetter and wetter. Within a couple of minutes, her body was tense, and her breathing had gotten shaky—Sam could tell she was close.
"Sam—" Cat gasped.
Sam almost reprimanded her for not calling her Momma but decided against it. "Yes, Kitten?"
Cat was clawing her shoulders and trembling. "I want… I want to…" she mumbled the rest.
"What?" Sam pressed, but didn't slow down.
"I want to come in your mouth."
Sam was so surprised she actually stilled for a moment. "Really?"
"Please," Cat whined. "Oh my God please, I'm so close—"
Sam didn't waste another second. She dropped to her knees and parted Cat's thighs as far as she could with her pants still around her ankles. Then she moved in and licked her with persistent strokes, bringing her ever closer.
Cat held the back of Sam's head. "Don't stop—don't stop—oh fuck I'm gonna come; oh fuck; oh fuck—nnnghh fuck!" Her back arched and her body shook. She humped Sam's mouth to draw it out, tangling her fingers in her hair and pulling it. Neither of them registered the loudness of her screams—or the persistent knocking on the outside of the door.