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Movie night at Robin’s had to be one of Nancy’s favorite pastimes. It had been years—since November of 1983, really—that she had had a close girl friend. She supposed she had never really allowed herself to, after everything that happened that year.
Robin had changed her mind. She was almost annoyingly loyal and, after what they had been through together, wouldn’t let Nancy retreat back to herself. She practically forced her to open up, to finally feel for someone again. Robin had husked away her built-up outer shell, like cracking her sternum to reveal a neglected heart, and it felt like pure sunlight hitting her face after a long, cold winter.
But… Nancy wasn’t quite sure friendship explained her feelings toward Robin. Even Jonathan had never made her feel so giddy before, so annoyingly young . Every smile Robin directed at her, every careless brush of fingers against her skin left Nancy reeling, dizzy as if knocked backwards.
She was sure it wasn’t friendship when Robin smiled at her from the counter of Family Video and her heart leapt so far in her chest she was afraid she’d have to catch it on its way out of her mouth.
She was sure it wasn’t friendship when they were sitting side by side and Robin turned to face her, her face mere inches from Nancy’s own, and all Nancy could think about was what Robin’s chapstick might taste like.
She was sure it wasn’t friendship when Robin spent the night, curled up in Nancy’s bed with nothing other than a thin t-shirt and panties, and all Nancy could think about was what it might feel like to reach under them. She spent the whole night with uncomfortably wet panties, breathing into her pillow.
Which is why the current conversation was about to set her on fire.
“Honestly, I just seriously don’t understand how guys can find their way around a vag. Like, they don’t have one, how would they know? I mean, Steve says, and when I say he says, I mean he claims , and I don’t really know the factual basis for it, but, anyway, he claims that he’s the best in Hawkins at going down on girls and I’m just not sure I believe him, you know? Like he says he enjoys it which, believe me, I completely understand, but, I don’t know, so many girls fake it, you know? And I just don’t see how he can be the best in Hawkins at going down on girls. Like girls know where everything is, because they have the same parts, so wouldn’t it stand to say that a girl would be the best in Hawkins? I don’t know maybe I’m—Oh my god, Nance , I completely forgot you dated him, Jesus Christ, is it true? Is he really the best at giving head?”
Nancy barely even blinked at Robin’s near speech, fully used to the amount of words that could come out of her mouth in one breath. The last question, though, caused her to fumble the handful of popcorn she was holding, her face turning violently red.
“Oh, I don’t know, actually. I didn’t really… let him do that.”
Robin was quiet for a second. “You mean you never let him eat you out?”
Nancy couldn't make herself look over at Robin, feeling ashamed all of the sudden.
“Just once, and I had to go home before he was done. He always asked, but I just didn’t think it would feel that good. Plus, we dated when I was like 16. I was super repressed, I probably thought it was gross or something.”
Robin made a small sound, an interested hmm, as if what Nancy said interested her.
“Well… yeah, I guess that makes sense. So you’ve… never gotten, like, good head?” she said after a beat.
Nancy shook her head, finally wound down enough to make eye contact with Robin.
“Well, I hope you’ll take my word for it that it’s not gross. Not even close. And you’re definitely missing out, because it’s one of the best orgasms you’ll ever get,” Robin said, turning back to the TV and shoving a large handful of popcorn in her mouth.
Nancy’s face burned at Robin’s comment. She tried to inconspicuously clear her throat and turn away to hide her burning blush, but she only ended up drawing Robin’s attention.
Nancy could feel Robin’s gaze sharp on her face as she tried to get her flush to die down, but it seemed impossible. Robin’s scrutiny felt just as heated, just as invasive, as if she were reading Nancy’s insides like a book.
“… Nance?”
“Mhm?” she barely managed to squeak.
“Have you never…?”
Nancy braced herself and pursed her lips before shaking her head quickly.
Robin’s hands immediately reached for her face, fingers pressing into her cheeks and pulling her toward the other.
“Are you serious?” she said, mouth open—and very close—disbelievingly.
Nancy tried to stutter out an answer, unable to bring her eyes to Robin’s.
“No, I mean I— I just never got there, you know, on my own, and I really didn’t… try all that hard and then with Steve and Jonathan, they would never get it right, and it was just too much of a hassle to correct them, so I just… faked it,” Nancy breathed, all at once.
Robin’s eyebrows shot up to the sky. “You faked it with Steve?!”
Nancy turned impossibly redder, trying to turn her face out of Robin’s hands and away from her critical gaze. Robin noticed immediately, dropping her hand and placing it on Nancy’s shoulder instead. Nancy unconsciously leaned into the touch.
“No, no, Nance, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to, like, judge you or anything. That’s totally fine, and like, pretty normal. I’m sorry if I made it seem weird,” Robin said, her thumb making small movements into Nancy’s skin.
A few seconds passed, and neither of them moved.
Nancy eventually sighed, bringing her eyes to Robin’s, a soft smile reassuring her.
“Don’t worry about it. I know it’s… kinda weird. I think I react like that because I just feel insanely left out. …Like I said, I can’t seem to get there on my own, and… I’m painfully single right now. Believe me, if I could find someone to go down on me and get the job done, I– I would.”
She trailed off at the end of her sentence, with an acute awareness of Robin’s grip tightening on her shoulder and the implications of what she just said. Nancy searched Robin’s eyes with her own.
“Oh. Okay. Cool,” Robin said, eyes wide and frantic.
Then, as if a cord snapped, Robin turned abruptly back to the movie. She stiffly reached into the popcorn bowl.
Nancy turned away too, slowly and slightly confused. She definitely thought there had been a moment between them, and had fully anticipated the culmination of it, but… whatever.
Robin’s thigh felt rigid against her own. They sat there watching the movie a few minutes longer before Robin spoke, voice cracking.
“What if I… were that someone?”
Nancy’s breath hitched. Her head swam with the immediate thoughts of Robin between her thighs, and she forced them away to turn toward Robin.
“Are you offering?” Nancy replied, voice barely higher than a whisper.
Robin pursed her lips, still looking at the TV.
“Well. You know I’m a lesbian. And I did just say going down on girls was… incredibly enjoyable for me. I dunno, I guess I think it makes sense. Yeah?”
“I like girls, too,” Nancy said, all at once before she could lose her nerve. “I– I like girls, too.”
Robin immediately whipped around to face Nancy, face cracked in a huge smile, eyes wide.
“Oh. Sweet.”
“And, yeah. I think it makes sense.”
Robin’s eyebrows shot up, smile even bigger as she leaned in, just a little. “Yeah?”
Nancy, heart racing, matched her motion. “Yeah.”
Robin searched Nancy’s face, eyes devouring her whole. She leaned in a bit more, their noses brushing. A shiver ran down Nancy’s spine as she felt Robin’s breath ghosting over her lips.
“I promise… this is going to feel fucking amazing, Nance. And then you can tell Steve he’s not the Hawkins King of Head,” Robin whispered, leaning in the rest of the way and bringing their lips together.
Nancy immediately sighed into the kiss, pressing in deeper as Robin’s top lip slid between her own, the feeling electrifying her down to her toes. Her hand shot up to Robin’s neck, pulling her closer. Robin’s hand, in turn, snaked around Nancy’s waist, brushing against the skin revealed by her ridden-up blouse.
Nancy shivered, leaning impossibly more into the kiss, intoxicated by the mesmerizing slide of Robin’s soft lips against her own. This was nothing like kissing Steve, definitely nothing like kissing Jonathan, and Nancy felt better for it.
Robin leaned back slightly, and Nancy chased her, huffing slightly when their lips disconnected.
“Easy,” Robin soothed, tugging on Nancy’s waist and pulling her into her lap. Nancy eagerly swung a leg over Robin, settling firmly on her thighs and, without wasting a second, going back to the kiss.
She felt Robin smile against her lips, teasing Nancy’s bottom lip with teeth and tongue. Nancy kissed back, letting herself be used like putty. Robin’s hands shifted to her hips, and Nancy let out a low whine.
“Oh, I liked that,” Robin murmured against Nancy’s lips. She pulled Nancy’s hips forward, and Nancy’s mind went blank as she got her first taste of friction. She let out a similar noise as Robin continued to rock her hips with her hands, every slide leaving her more worked up than before.
Nancy impatiently reached her hands up Robin’s shirt, surprised when she was met with no bra as a barrier. Robin hissed as Nancy’s hands brushed over her nipples, already peaked and pebbled from arousal.
“Jesus Christ, Nance,” Robin muttered when they broke for air.
Nancy whimpered liberally now as she rocked back and forth in Robin’s lap, core getting wetter and wetter with each moment of neglect that passed.
“I—” Nancy started.
“Shhh, I know,” Robin said, lips connecting with Nancy’s neck as her hands dropped to Nancy’s thighs, slowly running up the insides, sending sparks of pleasure up to Nancy’s core with every inch covered. Robin suckled softly at the sensitive skin beneath Nancy’s jaw, lips smacking quietly with every pass of her tongue.
Nancy decided she was probably in heaven.
Finally, Robin’s hands reached the hem of Nancy’s hiked-up skirt and started sliding up a little faster. When Robin reached Nancy’s center, her fingers didn’t find any underwear, only skin and slick wetness.
“Fuck,” Robin said throatily, forehead dropping against Nancy’s shoulder as her thumb very lightly skirted the hot skin. “ Jesus , Nance, you’re gonna kill me over here.”
“I just,” Nancy sighed, trying to align her thoughts through the haze of pleasure. “Panties always get too wet when we hang out. It’s uncomfortable.”
Robin chuckled as she leaned up for a searing kiss, moaning at Nancy’s admission and her ministrations against Robin’s chest. She ran her thumb through Nancy’s folds in earnest, zeroing in on her clit and rubbing circles over it lightly.
Nancy gasped, letting out a low moan as her hips moved over Robin’s hand, desperate for more friction. Robin happily obliged, pressing firmly on Nancy’s clit and letting her rock over it. A finger teased her entrance and Nancy shuddered, breaking the kiss to lean forward onto Robin. Robin slowly slid her middle finger in, pumping at intervals, and Nancy’s hands left Robin’s chest to grip tightly at her shoulders instead.
“Robbie,” Nancy gasped. “Clothes off.”
Robin hummed. “Yours or mine?”
“ Both ,” Nancy cried as Robin’s fingers brushed at a spot inside her.
“Okay,” Robin breathed, pressing a sweet kiss to Nancy’s shoulder. She removed her hands from under Nancy’s skirt and tugged off her own top, tits immediately visible. Robin slid Nancy’s blouse off and made quick work of her bra.
Nancy reached for her skirt, but Robin’s hand shot out and caught her.
“Leave it. It’s really fucking hot.”
Nancy slid off of Robin’s lap and laid back against the cushioned arm of the couch. She whimpered at the cold air hitting her flushed skin and at the sight of Robin shimmying her jeans and panties off.
Once undressed, Robin wasted no time coming back to Nancy. She settled low in between Nancy’s spread legs, looking up into her eyes.
“I’m gonna get started now.”
Nancy moaned as Robin leaned down and ran her tongue over one of her nipples.
“No complaints from me,” she barely breathed.
The feeling of Robin’s skin against her own alone was enough to make her gush a little, whimpering at the slick, hot feeling between her legs.
“Robin,” she whined.
“Patience,” Robin replied, working her way down Nancy’s torso slowly, leaving faint love bites as she went. When she reached Nancy’s hipbone and left a prominent hickey, Nancy squirmed on the bed, patience just about depleted.
Finally, finally , Robin reached Nancy’s core. She peppered small kisses around her inner thighs, her tongue occasionally darting out to clean up the mess Nancy had made of herself.
When she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Nancy’s center, Nancy’s hips threatened to buck off the bed. Robin chuckled, the vibrations sending a delicious feeling through Nancy. Robin pressed her forearm across Nancy’s hips, encouraging her to stay down. With her other hand, propped up on her elbow, she spread Nancy’s pussy.
Robin gave a firm lick through Nancy’s folds.
Immediately, Nancy gasped, hips twitching at the incredible sensation.
Robin chuckled softly, pressing her tongue more confidently now, in smooth, hard strokes over Nancy’s opening and clit. The sounds were obscene, and only drove to make Nancy whine even more.
The feeling was indescribable, the wet, firm heat of Robin’s tongue intoxicating as it ran incessantly through her folds. Nancy reached out to grip Robin’s hair, moaning loudly as Robin’s tongue came to a point and slipped inside her briefly.
Nancy felt like she was on fire, her every nerve ending licked by flames, but the temperature was stalling.
“More. Please, Robin, please , fuck,” Nancy whined, pulling Robin’s head impossible closer to her.
The minute Robin’s lips came into play, Nancy swore she would never let this part of her life go neglected again. Robin’s lips wrapped around Nancy’s clit and sucked and Nancy had to bite her fist to stop from waking the whole neighborhood. She had never heard some of these noises come out of her mouth before, all keening and mewling and wrecked moans.
Robin was relentless, using her tongue to swipe over Nancy’s clit as she sucked and sucked. A particularly powerful wave of pleasure washed over her, and she felt herself clench around nothing. The lack of something inside her felt immediately urgent and completely unacceptable and she found herself babbling.
“Robin, I need—ahh—I need, oh Jesus Christ, please, I need—”
Robin detached herself briefly, earning a groan from Nancy, who shifted her hips as if to chase Robin’s mouth.
“You need what, baby?” Robin teased. Her mouth and chin were shiny with Nancy’s wetness.
Nancy's chest heaved. “In– Inside. Please.”
“You need my fingers inside you?” Robin said with a smile, slowly bringing her hand down to run her fingers through Nancy’s folds.
Nancy nodded frantically. “Please, Robbie.”
Robin gave a pleased hum, diving back into Nancy’s center, her fingers teasing Nancy’s entrance.
“Remember, just let go. Let whatever you’re feeling take over.”
She wrapped her lips around Nancy’s clit again, sucking and running her tongue firmly over the sensitive spot. At the first pull of suction, Robin’s middle finger slipped into Nancy, causing a high moan to slip from her mouth.
“Whatever Steve does, it cannot be better than this,” Nancy panted, light laugh turning into another deep moan as Robin curled her finger and thrusted shallowly.
When Robin slipped another finger in, her mouth rotating between sucking and licking, Nancy felt a well of pleasurable pressure build up on her clit. Robin didn’t stop, didn’t relent, and the well only grew. Nancy’s moans were constant now, mixed with Robin’s name and spilling out of her mouth with reckless abandon.
“ Robin , I think I’m—ahhh, fuck , Jesus Christ—I don’t know,” Nancy babbled. She remembered Robin’s words. Let whatever you’re feeling take over . So she did.
Nancy rolled her hips in time with Robin’s thrusts, letting her abdomen muscles clench and her thighs clamp around Robin’s face. The pressure was nearly unbearable now. Nancy glanced down at Robin, who looked gorgeous buried nose-deep in her pussy, and that was all it took.
The pressure snapped, and Nancy shouted as waves of pleasure overtook her body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and Jesus Christ, did she love it. Her body tensed as the intense waves of pleasure lapped at her consciousness, spreading like electricity all the way down to her toes. Robin worked her through it, smoothing her tongue out over Nancy’s clit and leaving her fingers still inside her as her walls clamped tightly down, milking the fullness of her hole for all it was worth.
Nancy came down panting, gasping for air and covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she hastily pulled Robin up for a kiss. Robin’s mouth tasted different. Tasted like her .
“Holy shit, Robbie, you weren’t kidding,” Nancy said, breath heavy along Robin’s face.
Robin chuckled, hissing as her core pushed up against the couch cushion.
Nancy nervously said, “Can I…?”
Robin looked Nancy in the eye. “Only if you want, babe. I can take care of myself if not.”
Nancy shook her head. “No, I want to. I really want to.”
Robin seemed to think for a second before flipping around, laying back against Nancy’s torso. She took Nancy’s hand in her own and brought it down to her hip.
“It’s not gonna take me long, cuz I’m insanely worked up already and it’s you , so I’m just gonna show you how to do it this way,” Robin said. “And you can use this same technique to get yourself off.”
Nancy brought an open-mouthed kiss to the shell of Robin’s ear, emboldened. “Why would I need to get myself off when I have your mouth than can do it for me?”
“ Fuck , Nancy,” Robin keened, hips shifting as if to catch friction from the air. “That’s for fucking sure.”
Robin took Nancy’s willing hand and brought it down to her core. Nancy immediately reached in, running her fingers through Robin’s folds. It was searing hot, velvety, and so wet. Robin whined as Nancy kept running her fingers through, collecting moisture on her fingers.
“Now— Jesus —now, find my clit. I like it on the right side, with, ahh , tight circles. Hard.”
Nancy, doing her best to apply all the instructions, obliged. She ran her fingers up to the engorged bundle of nerves towards the top of Robin’s core and brought her ring and middle finger to the right side. She began rubbing in tight, hard circles, just like Robin said.
“Yes, fuck , Nance, you’re a quick learner, just like that.”
Nancy’s fingers were slick against the heat of Robin’s center, and she found she really liked the feeling, especially with Robin reacting so perfectly, writhing and whimpering on top of her.
Robin brought her hand around to join Nancy’s, going just under to tease at her entrance. She slipped two fingers in up to the second knuckle, thrusting quick and shallow as her breath caught with every swipe of Nancy’s hand.
“Fuck,” Robin choked out, voice wrecked as her back arched and body tensed, coming hard on hers and Nancy’s hands. Nancy felt her clit tighten up under her, and let off the pressure just slightly, stroking her through it, just as Robin had done with her.
Once Robin had come down, she gently pushed Nancy’s hand off her, rolling over and giving Nancy a deep kiss, slow and dirty.
“So, was it good?” Robin asked, waggling her eyebrows once they pulled away from one another.
Nancy rolled her eyes. “I will be sure to tell Steve he is not the king of head in Hawkins.”
“Oh god, his brain’ll leak out of his ears!”
“You what?” Steve asked the next day, leaning over the Family Video counter.
“I have been asked to inform you that you are definitely not the Hawkins king of giving head,” Nancy said, a blush creeping up her cheeks as Robin laughed silently behind him.
Steve looked completely bewildered, shaking his head and throwing his hands up. “Okay… well, then… who is?”
Nancy tried to be serious and not turn completely red as she nodded her head in Robin’s direction.
Steve looked confused for a second, before whirling around and making eye contact with Robin, who was trying not to laugh so hard tears were coming out of her eyes.
“BUCKLEY? You’re better at giving head than me? I don’t fucking believe it,” Steve exclaimed loudly.
He turned quickly between Robin and Nancy before realization dawned on his face.
“OH! You…” he pointed back and forth between them before settling on Robin. “I told you, Robin, I fucking told you!”
Nancy could only laugh along with them as Steve gathered Robin in a hug, her protesting the whole time.