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 TWO - PART THREE - CHAPTER SEVENTY
"Um..?" Cat's heart was already racing.
"Get over here." Sam grabbed the back of Cat's head and pulled her in close to her exposed underarm. Their eyes met, and Cat gave a small, nearly undetectable nod of consent, so Sam continued, "I forgot to put on deodorant this morning. You should clean me up so no one else notices."
"Really?" Cat's eyes were wide. Sam looked at her daringly, so Cat moved in and ran her flattened tongue up the middle of Sam's armpit, moaning with excitement. "Oh, fuck," she whispered. The smell was dizzying, and the soft blonde hairs there were a huge turn-on.
"How come you always acted so grossed out about my stankables and stuff when we did laundry?" Sam wondered. "You weren't into it back then?"
"Oh… no, I was," Cat blushed. "The smell made me really horny and I was scared you'd notice."
"Is that why? Man, I was really missing out," Sam chuckled, shaking her head. She waited for a minute, then impatiently asked, "Why'd you stop?"
Cat was strangely aroused by Sam's sudden dominant persona. She leaned back in and alternated kissing and licking her armpit. Sam moaned lowly, and Cat echoed it much more loudly. She reached down to touch herself through her dress.
"Hey." Sam grabbed Cat's wrist and moved her hand away. "Did I say you could do that?"
Cat whimpered desperately and squeezed her thighs tightly together. "Sam…" she whined.
"Yes?"
"Touch me," Cat whispered, "Please…"
Sam slipped her free hand up under Cat's dress and rubbed her through her panties. She'd already fully soaked through them.
"OhmyGodyes—" Cat arched her hips into her hand. She continued alternating licking and kissing Sam's armpit, then paused to whisper, "Is this turning you off?" Sam moved her hand away, and Cat whimpered at the loss of contact. "What are you doing?"
Sam slipped her hand down the front of her own pants. When she pulled it back out again, her first two fingers were shiny with wetness. Cat's eyes went wide, and Sam smirked. "Does that answer your question?"
Cat grabbed her wrist with both hands and brought her fingers to her lips. She sucked them clean, tasting both of their juices. Then she moved Sam's hand back down between her legs and licked her armpit again. It was completely tasteless now. "I want you inside me."
"Now?" Sam asked in surprise. Their foreplay usually lasted a little longer than that.
Cat pulled Sam close. "Yes." She leaned in next to her ear and whispered, "Fuck me. Please, Momma."
Sam was throbbing between her legs. It still hurt a little to use her left hand, but it was worth it. She quickly slipped it inside Cat's panties and gave her a little rub.
Cat whined desperately—it wasn't enough. "Sam, please…" All at once, she felt Sam's first two fingers slip all the way inside. Cat gasped and grabbed onto Sam's shoulders, surprised by the sudden intrusion. "Oh, fuck," she blurted as her hips jerked. She adjusted her stance to spread her legs apart a little further.
"That what you wanted?" Sam asked playfully, wiggling her fingers.
"Yeah," Cat moaned shakily as her eyes rolled back. Sam wasn't really doing much, so Cat rocked her hips forward with small, rhythmic thrusts, riding her fingers. "Why aren't you moving?"
Sam smirked at her. She slowly curled her fingers up inside against her inner walls. After a minute, she found a particular spot and focused her attention there. She brushed her clit with her thumb while she worked.
It felt really, really good, but it made Cat a little nervous. "Wait, you're gonna make me pee!"
Sam chuckled. "It's not pee, remember?" She continued the small motions. "It's okay. Just let it happen."
"Oh, my God—" Cat raised one leg up and wrapped it around Sam's hip. "I can't—it's gonna make a mess everywhere," she protested weakly as her muscles contracted. She released a small spurt of warm wetness, which soaked through her panties and ran down her thigh, dripping onto the concrete floor.
Sam chuckled and continued her movements with a little more pressure. "There you go. C'mon, give me some more."
"Sam, if we go back all messy, our friends are gonna know," Cat complained, but she continued to hump Sam's fingers. "Oh, my fucking God, that feels so good…"
"Don't stop," Sam murmured. "Gimme your come, Cat."
"Nnngh—" Cat grunted and lost control, releasing another explosion of liquid, which splashed through Cat's drenched panties and soaked Sam's hand. She already felt the familiar feeling of tightness in her lower stomach—the riskiness was exciting, and the pressure was building rapidly. "I'm getting close…"
"Already?" Sam shouldn't have been surprised—Cat had really worked herself up. Sam continued the motions steadily, blocking out the aching of her chest.
Several more seconds passed, and then Cat desperately blurted, "OhGod, ohfuck—I'm gonna come, can I come?" She wasn't entirely sure why she was asking for permission, but it felt like the right thing to do.
"Come, Cat. Just let go," Sam murmured, working her fingers faster.
"Ungh, unhhh—Sam!"Cat nearly screamed. Her back arched and her muscles began contracting in waves. A flood of warm wetness splashed down her thighs to the floor.
Sam managed to stay mostly dry. She continued rubbing her until she was sure Cat was completely spent, then she slowly withdrew her fingers and removed her hand from her panties.
Cat collapsed forward against her, breathing heavily. She lowered her leg from Sam's hip, supporting herself shakily on both feet. Her underwear was drenched. The insides of her thighs were sticky and dripping, and it trailed all the way down to her shoes. There was a sizeable puddle on the floor around their feet. Once she managed to gather her bearings, she met Sam's eyes. "I can't believe you just did that."
"Hey, that was all you," Sam teased. "Feel better?"
Cat wrapped her arms around Sam and rested her head on her chest. "Mm-hmm." Sex always made her cuddly afterwards. She took a minute to catch her breath. "Um, do you want me to..?" She moved her hand to Sam's lower stomach and pulled back to look into her eyes hopefully.
Sam calmly took her arm and moved it away. "Not here. Maybe later, at home."
"Are you sure?"
Sam pulled her in and kissed her softly on the lips. "I'm sure. Um… here." She nudged Cat away, then grabbed her shirt from the floor. "Use that to clean yourself up."
Cat sighed. She knew she didn't really have a choice, so she did as she was told and used the shirt to clean the mess between her legs up the best she could. She discarded her panties to the floor, deciding to go without them. Her dress had somehow managed to avoid getting wet except for one small patch near the lower hem, which she was extremely grateful for. When she was done, she held the shirt out awkwardly, unsure what to do with it.
Sam took it and tossed it behind some crates. "It's fine; I look bad in stripes, anyway."
Cat giggled. "No, you don't. But are you sure that tank top is… enough?" It wasn't fully see-through, but it clearly showed Sam's hardened nipple on one side and a bunch of rectangular padding on the other side.
Sam clearly hadn't realized that, because she looked up and Cat could see fear in her eyes. "Shit."
Cat sighed. There was only one option. She slipped her jacket off—it was bright pink. She handed it to Sam.
Sam looked at her in disbelief. "Seriously?"
Cat shrugged. "You don't have to wear it. I'm sure none of our friends would be mean enough to say anything."
Sam was upset. She pulled the jacket on and zipped it up. It was tight around her chest, but only on one side, which was humiliating. Still, she knew it probably didn't look nearly as noticeable as she thought.
Cat covered her mouth to hide her giggles. "You actually look really cute."
"Cute?"
Cat had forgotten how much Sam hated being called that. "Oh, come on; I'm just teasing."
Sam clenched her jaw and yanked the jacket's zipper down.
"Wait! I'm sorry," Cat stopped her before she could take it off. "You actually don't look bad, Sam. It just doesn't suit your personality very well; that's all. But you only have to wear it 'til we get home."
Sam knew she didn't really have a choice, so she begrudgingly zipped it back up. "Everyone's gonna know something happened."
"They all already know," Cat responded. "Just don't make a big deal of it. Should we go?"
Sam sighed. "Yeah. Come on."
Together, the two of them made their way back up the ladder and through the maze of the haunted house. Finally, they pushed the doors open and stepped outside. The sunlight was so bright it was nearly blinding at first. Hand-in-hand, they navigated back to the teacups, where everyone else was still hanging out. The moment they all saw Sam, they howled with laughter.
Sam spun around and nearly bolted, but Cat held tightly to her hand. "That's really rude, you guys," Cat scolded.
"Uh, why are you wearing Cat's jacket?" Robbie asked what they were all thinking.
"Yeah, what happened to your shirt?" Bryson added with amusement.
"It got wet," Cat answered without thinking, then gasped and put her hands over her mouth as Sam looked at her incredulously.
The entire group erupted with laughter, and Sam and Cat's faces turned the color of the jacket Sam was wearing.
"You two've been having a nice time, I see," Jade teased.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Cat muttered. But everyone knew she did.