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They got paired up for this stupid end of year project and the biggest thing Eddie could complain about was that Chrissy was being really nice. This damn History project was worth 15% of their grade this semester so Eddie couldn’t afford to fuck it up and being paired up with the most untouchable girl in the school was hell.
The most untouchable girl who Eddie had been pining for since before she knew she liked girls.
Except Chrissy was being nice. Not nice like when they met in middle school way back before Eddie got outed and failed twice and started dealing. Nice like Chrissy didn’t care about all those things that girls like Chrissy usually very much did and should care about. Hawkins was small, and Eddie got accused of being a dyke before she’d ever kissed a girl, so even if it hadn’t been true, even if she hadn't gotten caught making out with Missy Neilson under the bleachers sophomore year, it wouldn't have mattered, that was town opinion. And girls like Chrissy with their preppy jock boyfriends and perfect hair were more likely to sneer at Eddie than invite her over to study, but that’s precisely what Chrissy had done. She’d even insisted on it when Eddie tried to turn her down. As far as Eddie saw it they could do the project at the library, nice and public and that way no one could accuse her of anything.
But now, after insistence from Chrissy, Eddie was sitting in Chrissy’s overwhelmingly pink bedroom being handed a glass of water before Chrissy set down a bowl of pretzels to share on the bed and water for herself on the side table.
Eddie felt so out of place. She was too much black and leather and denim against the white varnished furniture and pink floral bedspread. There was a partial canopy above Chrissy’s bed, gauzy and white and Chrissy was spreading it open so they could sit and Eddie felt like she fell down the rabbit hole into an entirely different world. There was a shelf of trophies and ribbons with a golden picture perfect teddy bear sitting at the end of the row staring down at them like it was judging her. The condensation on the glass was cool against her fingers and for want of further worrying Eddie took a drink of water. She hadn’t realized her throat was dry until the water slid down. She breathed as Chrissy settled to sit beside her, only the bowl of pretzels keeping them safely apart. Eddie took another drink, and tried not to do anything to fuck this up.
Her eyes flicked to the closed door and Eddie had to wonder if Chrissy had nosy parents she didn’t like or something because that was not something a nice girl did with the town dyke in her room.
But Chrissy had done it, and she’d done it with a smile on her face. She was still smiling, a soft, sweet, glossy, pink smile that looked so good on her. Which Eddie could not think about right now. She was so close Eddie could smell her perfume, something vanilla sweet that Eddie wanted to bite. Chrissy's entire room smelled good, and it was going to drive Eddie insane. Her fantasies did not need additional sense memories.
“So I brought the books we checked out,” Chrissy said, spreading them out before them on the bed as they sat together. “There’s a lot of information, but I think we can break it down ok. Groups targeted, the basic timeline, who McCarthy was and a couple other figures…” Chrissy flipped through one of the books to a post-it marking a page. There were several little yellow notes courtesy of Chrissy in their 4 books, some with writing on them. “I found something interesting, but I don’t know if we can put it in. It’s only in this one book.” Chrissy’s finger trailed down the page and she started reading. “‘In 1950 Mr. Peurifoy, of the State Department, said he had allowed 91 individuals in the State Department to resign because they were homosexuals. This was in contrast to the governmental investigations into Communist ties where those who did not pass loyalty programs were dismissed and may be at risk of prosecution.’ Isn’t that awful?” She turned up to look at Eddie with blinking blue eyes. She was pleading something and Eddie really did not know how to take it. When she didn’t respond right away, Chrissy continued. “I know things have gotten better but it’s so sad to think that people, like…that they just lost their jobs so easily. I don’t know if it’s a good idea to put it in, there’s not much I can find about it, but it’s so unfair to think about.”
Eddie really tried to figure out Chrissy’s angle. She was fishing for something, something dangerous, and Eddie didn’t know what answer was safe. “A lot of people lost their jobs or got blacklisted. McCarthyism sucked,” she dismissed.
Chrissy wilted a little. “Yeah.” She passed a book over. “Let's take some notes and figure things out.”
“Sure.” Eddie took the offered book and grabbed her notebook and they both got to work. That was easier. They didn’t have to talk about anything but the work. The paper had to be 8 pages and they had to give a presentation so there was plenty to do as they slowly made progress.
Then, half an hour in, Chrissy touched Eddie’s hand. Just slid her fingers over Eddie’s in a way too intentional way and Eddie froze. Chrissy's delicate, soft hand was resting in Eddie's and her pinkie slowly rubbed back and forth. It made Eddie's chest shake, what the fuck?
She glanced to Chrissy who held her gaze for a half second then looked away. She moved her hand back to her own book and went back to reading. Chrissy was blushing. Pink on her cheeks and on the back of her neck that was visible because she was wearing a ponytail today.
Sometimes Eddie wanted to tug on that ponytail like a grade school boy.
But she didn’t know what Chrissy was doing. Sweet, nice, good girl Chrissy and what if she was trying to trick Eddie into trying something so she’d have a story to tell about the town freak? Eddie didn’t want to think that about Chrissy, but if she didn’t suspect those things then someday she’d fall into a trap.
Chrissy took a drink of water and dripped some on her sweater, way more clumsy than Eddie had ever thought Chrissy to be.
“Oh damn,” she swore. Chrissy tugged at her sweater and set the water back on her side table. “Do you mind if I change?” She was already standing.
“Uhh…sure?” It didn’t sound like something she could say no to. Eddie wouldn’t look. It’d be fine.
“Great.”
Eddie kept her nose in the book but couldn’t read a sentence as she listened to Chrissy shuck off her sweater and dump it in her hamper then go to the closet and pull something off a hanger.
“You can look,” said Chrissy after a couple seconds.
So Eddie did, like a sucker, assuming Chrissy would be finished, but Chrissy was still in her bra, a shirt dangling off her hand. She looked radiant, the gentle swell of her chest on display behind a simple white bra with a lace trim and a little pink ribbon rose in between her breasts. Her nipples were hard. Eddie could see the little peaks of them standing out perky and straining the thin cotton fabric.
She was going to die. She could see Chrissy’s nipples and she was going to die. Eddie swallowed and felt her heart rate tick up.
“Do you think they’re ok? Not too small?” asked Chrissy. Then she touched herself, hands over her breasts and squeezing once, and it was too fucking much for Eddie’s brain to handle.
She couldn’t manage words. She could only stare. But she should not stare, she should absolutely not be watching Chrissy palm her tits like this was normal girl talk or something.
Chrissy pushed them together, creating cleavage and Eddie could not keep staring at this free pornography, but as she looked up to Chrissy’s face the other girl bit her lip and stared at Eddie.
“What do you think?” Chrissy asked again.
Right. There was a question. A question she couldn’t answer. There was no good answer. “You’re - fine,” a lot better than fine, more like thanks for the show I’m going to imagine burying my face in them tonight, “Don’t worry, Chrissy. Boys love you.”
Chrissy frowned, but her hands dropped and she pulled a tight shirt on, one with a low neck that showed off her collarbones and was much less covering than the sweater she’d worn in the first place. Her nipples still poked to attention through it, which was distracting as hell, but Chrissy sat back on the bed and she carefully took the half eaten bowl of pretzels that had been valiantly holding the line between them and moved it to the side table, leaving no barrier as Chrissy shifted closer. She leaned in towards Eddie and as Chrissy’s sweet perfume took over it was just another thing Eddie had to ignore. “Can I ask you something?” Chrissy asked.
“Uh. Ok.”
“Have you actually kissed girls?”
“Why do you want to know?” Chrissy should know this from rumors anyway.
“Well. I was thinking…” Chrissy glanced down to her hands which were worrying in acrobatic movements, “Like, girls kissing girls isn’t even cheating so if you haven’t, I could like, teach you how. I’ve kissed guys a lot. It can’t be that different.” She glanced back up with a stormy stare that was hard to read. Pleading maybe.
But Eddie couldn’t trust this was something freely offered so as alluring as the idea of kissing lessons from Chrissy fucking Cunningham was, she had to take the simple out.
“I’ve kissed girls.”
“Oh.” Chrissy looked down again. She was quiet. Eddie didn’t fucking know what to say so she let the other girl gather herself. Finally Chrissy spoke, “Do lesbians even like girls like me?” She didn’t look up this time. She sounded sad. She sounded…fuck.
This could not be happening, but she’d thought that about most of Chrissy’s actions tonight, so maybe Eddie had to add all those things up and weigh them against a Chrissy who suddenly couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Chrissy…do you like girls?”
“I like you,” she said softly, still not looking up.
It felt like looking at herself five years ago, scared and wanting. Alone in a shit town where you couldn't say anything. Even after she'd got outed she'd felt alone. It was rare another queer girl wanted to get near her. Too dangerous. If Chrissy was fucking with her then she deserved an award. Eddie cautiously reached out and touched Chrissy’s chin to nudge her up to look at her. “How about I teach you how to kiss girls?”
Chrissy lit up in an instant, sitting taller and smiling and eyes brightening with a little nod. “Ok.”
Ok, Eddie was doing it, she was trusting this was real, and leaned forward to kiss Chrissy. Her hand shifted to cup Chrissy’s jaw and led her in. Their lips met easily and Chrissy was so soft and sweet. She had lipgloss on that tasted like strawberries as it slipped between them. Chrissy’s tongue sought out Eddie’s mouth eagerly. She opened to her and gladly learned the taste of Chrissy Cunningham. This was addictive, it was dangerous, this was why the door was closed.
Chrissy reached for Eddie and slipped her hands around her waist. She was steadfast as they kissed, needy in little pushes and her hands tightened around Eddie. “This is so much better than kissing boys,” she whispered between kissing.
“Yeah? I’ve never kissed a guy.” said Eddie, diving back in to devour Chrissy. Her hands reached to pull Chrissy closer, maneuvering them around their spread out work.
“They suck.” Chrissy groaned. “Will you touch me? What do girls do?”
Eddie broke from her mouth and kissed across Chrissy’s jaw, slowly turning on down the column of her throat. “What do you want to do?”
Chrissy whimpered as Eddie tongued a spot at the join of her neck. “Everything. Show me how to do it.” Her hands pushed at Eddie’s jacket and vest, urging it off.
Eddie left Chrissy's skin to shuck off her jacket, dropping it off the bed. “Jason really not doing it for you, huh?”
Chrissy shook her head. “I thought something was wrong with me. Then…” she swallowed, “Then I accidently thought about a girl when Jason was fingering me and I came so hard a lightbulb went off.”
Eddie couldn't help a crooked smile. “Accidentally?”
“Well, I was thinking about cheer, and my brain wandered to changing for games, and like, Jessa has really good tits.” She was blushing bright red as she admitted her secret.
Eddie gaped. “Are you checking out girls in the locker room?” Eddie had, had to change in the bathroom for gym for three years straight to avoid the accusation of doing just that and here was Chrissy getting away with it.
“Not on purpose! I just…sometimes can't help it.”
“You're so lucky no one knows.”
“I don't know. I have to date guys, and I know it sucks for you but you're so pretty girls are probably sneaking around with you at least. I’m not trying to do that! I mean. I am. But I really like you. Oh God, do you have a girlfriend? I'm so sorry.” Her hands came up to cover her mouth and it was adorable.
Eddie laughed. “I don't have a girlfriend. You're fine.”
“Ok…” Chrissy glanced down and tucked one of the strands of hair framing her face behind her ear. She was quiet for a second before looking back up to Eddie. “I’m sorry, I went about this all wrong, didn’t I?”
Probably true, no, definitely true, but she didn’t want to be mean. “It’s the most creative way someone’s tried to seduce me.”
Chrissy facepalmed. “I’m so dumb. I should have said something, but I was so worried and I thought if I hinted it enough you’d know you could try…”
“I think offering kissing lessons is more than hinting.”
“Oh my god,” Chrissy hid her face but Eddie could tell she was turning pink from the edges she could see. “I just really wanted to kiss you and what if you didn't like me and-”
Eddie reached to pull Chrissy's hands away from her face. “Chrissy…” Chrissy glanced up to her and she was deliciously red. “It's fine. I like you. Don't worry about it.” How was she sitting here assuring Chrissy Cunningham that it was fine to hit on her? The world was fucking upside down. Except Chrissy's lipgloss was still on Eddie's mouth and Chrissy was shy and blushing so it must be true
“You do?” she asked hopefully.
“Yeah.”
Chrissy smiled. “Wanna go back to making out?”
Eddie answered by reaching for Chrissy's face and guiding her back into a kiss that Chrissy groaned into. Eddie didn't need to be asked twice to makeout with her dream girl. She let her hands trail down Chrissy's neck, her shoulders, she swiped her thumbs along Chrissy's collarbones then, as Chrissy trembled, Eddie let her hands fall to Chrissy's breasts and they were a perfect handful.
Chrissy moaned as Eddie palmed her tits, gasping into their kiss and Chrissy's hands reached for Eddie in return. She was bolder than Eddie would have suspected and dove under Eddie's t-shirt, the tickle of fingers against her stomach making her inhale as Chrissy climbed to her chest, to her sports bra, and upon finding it Chrissy set to massaging and squeezing through the fabric.
Eddie breath hitched and she leaned into the touch, giving one last squeeze to Chrissy before wrapping her arms around Chrissy and dragging her closer.
Chrissy let out a little noise of surprise as they collided and her hands retreated. “We can't mess up the books!” Chrissy pulled back and quickly started gathering their work to dump them to the floor.
Eddie helped push the last of them over the edge then pulled off her shirt and dropped it to the floor with their homework.
Chrissy blinked at her as she turned back to Eddie and her eyes went wide. “Your tattoos…” she reached out and her soft fingers traced the spiderweb on her collarbone then fell to the skull in her ribs.
Eddie sucked in against the gentle exploring touch. Chrissy moved closer and rested her hand over the skull, holding Eddie and she relaxed into it.
Chrissy glanced up to her from under her lashes and smiled. Squeezed her ribs.
Eddie reached out to coax Chrissy's shirt off with a smirk. “Come on, princess.”
Chrissy let go and stretched her arms up to allow her top to be shed.
Eddie threw it away, and crawled to Chrissy, grabbing her in a kiss and pressing her down into the God awful floral bedspread. Eddie straddled her and sank down to keep kissing her. Their bodies pressed together and for a second Eddie really regretted not getting their bras off. One step at a time though.
Underneath her Chrissy keened and her hands roamed over Eddie's back and sides. It was clear she wanted this and as Chrissy arched up into her Eddie kissed away from her mouth.
“Probably can't leave a mark on you, huh?” Eddie asked as she laid a path along Chrissy's jaw.
Chrissy whined. “But I want it.”
Christ this girl was hot. Eddie licked her throat then raised her head to look at Chrissy. “And what will you tell your boyfriend?”
“I could dump him?” Chrissy met her stare with a put on innocent expression and it thrilled.
Eddie grabbed Chrissy's ponytail and yanked it until Chrissy's head was arched back and her neck was exposed. Chrissy yelped but within two breaths it turned to a groan of pleasure as Eddie fastened her mouth on her neck. “You're gonna have to,” Eddie warned and went straight back to finding the best place to make Chrissy squirm. Eddie experimented with tongue and teeth along her throat and when Chrissy gasped loudly at a particular spot Eddie stayed right there tasting her soft perfumed skin.
Chrissy's hands came over her own mouth as she panted beneath Eddie, writhing and making muffled noises of pleasure until Eddie deemed it enough. Chrissy sighed and let her hands fall away from her mouth.
She loosened her grip on Chrissy's ponytail. “Walls not thick?” Eddie asked.
“I think they're ok, but we can't risk it.” She brushed back some of Eddie's long hair as she settled her head a little more comfortably. “I don't want you to get in trouble.”
“What about you?”
Chrissy shrugged. She ran her fingers through Eddie's hair. “I don't know, what are they gonna do, ground me and make me date boys? They already do that.”
“Yeesh.” The way she dismissed it sounded so bleak. Eddie didn't want Chrissy to think about any of that right now. She wanted Chrissy to think about her. “None of that,” Eddie declared, and pulled back to her knees, staring down at Chrissy looking gorgeous laid out beneath her. Reddened lips parted and flushed cheeks, her eyes dark as she looked up to Eddie. Her chest rose and fell obscenely, barely restrained by her little white bra. It was almost too much, but Eddie blew out a breath and pulled off her own bra. As she dropped it off the bed she heard Chrissy gasp softly.
Her hands dared across Eddie's stomach first, dainty and questioning upward. “Can I…?” asked Chrissy then pressed her lips together.
“Only if…” Eddie reached down and jostled Chrissy to get a hand around to her bra clasp. It took a second, but Eddie slipped it open and grabbed one side to pull it off.
Chrissy had to adjust, but she willingly let Eddie peel her out of her bra then laid back and adjusted her ponytail and looked like an angel offering beneath her, sweet and golden and delicate.
“You're so hot.”
Chrissy shifted, flushing further. “You should talk.”
Eddie smiled, and dove down to kiss her, and they both groaned as their chests met. She pressed down against Chrissy and stroked over her skin, squeezing and caressing the other girl’s breasts until Chrissy was moaning underneath her. Eddie kept kissing Chrissy through it, grinning as she squirmed, “Don’t you have to be quiet?” she teased but hell, Eddie couldn’t bring herself to stop this girl, she wasn’t really being that loud anyway, just high breathy moans and gasps as they moved together.
Chrissy’s hands groped over Eddie desperately, a little dizzy as she tried to keep up with the kissing but she finally got her hands on Eddie’s tits and Chrissy’s soft little hands made Eddie groan. Her legs started wrapping around Eddie’s hips and soon they were rocking together as they kissed, hands caressing and mouths desperate as they made out entwined.
She was fully down the rabbit hole, Chrissy Cunningham was panting into her mouth and her tits were squished against her and Eddie let go of her to reach down and slip a hand under Chrissy’s skirt. Holy ground. Her fingers climbed Chrissy’s smooth inner thigh and…no panties. Eddie paused in surprise as her fingers hit bare shaved pussy. Wet pussy. Chrissy was drenched. She stroked two fingers over the length of Chrissy’s cunt. “You really were trying to get fucked, huh?”
Chrissy dodged Eddie’s look with a blush but her hips canted right into Eddie’s hand. “So?”
Eddie kept stroking her skin, and grinned. “Maybe I wanna hear you say it.”
She glanced to Eddie then looked away again as her cheeks down to her chest were bright pink. “Maybe I thought about it.”
Oh, this was too good. “Thought about how good it’d feel to be fucked by a girl?”
Chrissy’s head snapped up to her and her stare was stormy as she pouted. “I thought about how it’d feel to be fucked by you.”
That stopped Eddie. She stared down at Chrissy who looked a little hurt and a lot nervous. “Hey,” she said softer, “I’ve got you.” She leaned in to kiss Chrissy gently. Chrissy eased against her and Eddie ran a finger along Chrissy’s soaked slit in time with her tongue tracing Chrissy’s lips. “Just us.” She kissed her again. “I’m gonna do down on you, ok?”
Chrissy nodded. “Can I go down on you too?” she asked.
“Has someone gone down on you before?” Not that the thought of Chrissy going down on her wasn’t really, really alluring, but she was probably going to need some guidance.
“Jason wouldn’t do it unless I shaved.”
“Is that why you’re bare?” Eddie ran a fingertip along Chrissy’s clean shaven pussy in question. That made sense.
Chrissy bit her lip. “I was being polite.”
“You know I’m not shaved.”
“I know. I don’t care.”
“As long as we’re clear.” Eddie kissed her, a firm press, tasting Chrissy fucking Cunningham, before giving her up and pulling back so she could climb down her body. Eddie left kisses as she went, down Chrissy’s neck, over her collarbones, straight to her perfect little tits and Chrissy thrust her chest up into Eddie’s mouth so there was nothing to do but give her attention. Kiss and suck and nip at her skin. Tug at her bright pink nipples and make her cry out so Chrissy slapped a hand over her mouth. Eddie palmed the breast her mouth wasn’t on, weighing it and rolling her nipple and squeezing before working her mouth over to tend that breast too, not about to be greedy when Chrissy was starting to pant and was being so pretty for her. All soft skin and eager to be touched. Eddie squeezed her while she sucked at her nipple and Chrissy squeaked behind her hand. Jolting just a little at the attention. Eddie wanted to hear Chrissy but this was fun too, muffled little sounds and Chrissy clearly trying to be quiet. Especially fun when she failed, and Eddie kissed down her stomach, tugging off her skirt and arranging Chrissy’s legs.
Chrissy was pliable and easy, going along with whatever Eddie’s hands urged. Her skirt was divested and dropped off the bed leaving Chrissy in little white socks and nothing else.
Eddie handled Chrissy’s legs apart and was left with the view of Chrissy’s bare pussy spread for her, Chrissy laid out like an offering from her dirtiest of dreams. It felt a little unfair to still be half dressed so Eddie’s hands dropped to her jeans and started undoing them and shoved them down, pushed her underwear down too, got them off a little ungainly, but bared herself for Chrissy because they were, far, far past the point of no return and if she was going to fuck Chrissy Cunningham then she was going to fuck this girl. Once naked she stroked her hands over Chrissy’s thighs, up and down, high and higher, pushing her open and Eddie got down into position. She kissed Chrissy’s inner thighs, sensitive skin to tease, one side, then the other, nipped at it and Chrissy inhaled. Eddie stopped. Took a long look at Chrissy’s pussy before diving in and licking a strip bottom to top. Eddie nestled her tongue into Chrissy’s folds and started to lick at her, tended the puffed pink skin and licked up her wetness. Tested her cunt, dipping her tongue inside and thrusting, tasting her inner walls and teasing thoroughly before daring to seek out Chrissy’s clit. When she found it Chrissy’s hips jumped. Eddie pressed her down with a hand but her other eased a finger inside Chrissy’s dripping channel. She felt Chrissy clench around her and Eddie thrust slowly, steadily, licked at her clit and listened for muffled moans before she added a second finger. Chrissy’s hips thrust into it and Eddie thrust faster. She had to make this good. Honestly Eddie didn't have the most experience, trying to find other queer girls wasn’t easy, and though she'd eventually found a friendly bar in Indianapolis last year she didn't go very often and she certainly didn't score every time.
Still, she was gonna give it her all, she wanted Chrissy to see stars. Eddie fastened her lips around Chrissy’s clit and sucked, lapping at it with her tongue and urging the other girl to get off.
Muffled sounds of pleasure were a good sign and her hips pushed herself against Eddie's mouth as Eddie continued to finger fuck Chrissy and she added a third finger for Chrissy's greedy cunt. She was so wet and pliable, taking it easily and the sound of wet fucking audible in the quiet room as Chrissy squirmed and tried to keep quiet.
Eddie stayed steady at her clit and she could tell it was coming, Chrissy writhing and her noises higher, until Chrissy arched with a muffled cry and went stiff. Her pussy clenched around Eddie's fingers, pulsing around her and Eddie didn't slow her pace, kept licking at her clit and fucking her through it, hand moving faster to push her over the edge again.
This time she could hear Chrissy's moan and she struggled, seemingly torn between pushing closer and trying to escape all at once but Eddie held her in place.
Eddie was insistent, she was going to get Chrissy off again if it killed her. She had to make this good, had to make an impression and that drove her to keep tongueing Chrissy's clit and pushing for it. Curling her fingers and petting inside her, coaxing her along with each movement.
It didn't take long. Chrissy's cry was muffled but louder than the rest and she jerked on the bed. As she arched a flood of release gushed out of her, all over Eddie's hand and chin and oh shit. Her pussy clenched hard around Eddie's fingers as she squirted, and Eddie thrust through it, slowing as Chrissy's body pulsed around her fingers before coming to a stop and withdrawing.
This was an achievement. She just made Chrissy Cunningham squirt. Give her a medal or something for this one because this what she cared about getting an A+ for not some fucking project. Eddie pushed up to her hands with a glance down to see the wet spot as proof and wiped her mouth and chin in the back in her dry hand.
Chrissy was slumped as Eddie looked down at her. Chrissy’s hands laid spread near her head and she panted with eyes dazed at Eddie.
“Wow,” Chrissy breathed.
Eddie grinned. She kissed her thighs. Wet trails to her hips. She kissed her mound and Chrissy twitched.
Chrissy's hands lifted and reached for Eddie, tangling in her curls. Eddie kept kissing across her skin, but Chrissy held on as she went, Eddie dotting her body with kisses and climbing higher and Chrissy tugging in encouragement. Chrissy inhaled as Eddie kissed her breasts and took her nipple into her mouth for just a second, swirling her tongue around it. The weak groan she earned was music to Eddie's ears. She did it to the other nipple and Chrissy moaned.
“Eddie…”
No, that was music, and Eddie rose and climbed to Chrissy's mouth to kiss her, let her body rest against her and rub. Eddie's own arousal was aching and as she dove into Chrissy's mouth the heat was taking her over. But she kissed Chrissy. Her hands skated over the other girl's body and Chrissy returned the gesture, stroking Eddie's sides and reaching for her breasts making Eddie groan.
Between kisses Chrissy spoke up. “My turn?”
Eddie grinned and kissed Chrissy one last time, hard, pushing her into the pillow before pulling back. “Still want to?”
“I want to get you off,” Chrissy said sweetly, “It'd be a little rude not to.”
Eddie huffed out a laugh. God, Chrissy was cute. “Yeah, it would be,” she played along. Eddie started getting off Chrissy so she could sit up and they could change places.
Chrissy got the idea and pushed herself up. There was a little negotiating space but they got switched around and Chrissy knelt between Eddie's legs as she spread them. Her eyes went wide to be faced with pussy for the first time.
“If you changed your mind…”
“No, I want to!” Chrissy insisted, “I really want to.” She scooted a little closer and hesitantly reached a hand out to touch between Eddie's legs. Her delicate fingers swiped across Eddie's cunt, getting wet with arousal and teasing more as they brushed across hair and skin.
“Well, don't be shy,” said Eddie.
Chrissy bit her lip and looked to Eddie's eyes before raising her fingers to her mouth and sucking on them. Chrissy truly was going to kill her. With a little pop they released from her mouth and Chrissy started to get down into position. She pushed Eddie thighs apart a little more before her tongue darted out and licked at Eddie. Her tongue came again, giving tentative licks as Chrissy experimented.
The feeling was a tease and Eddie's hips pushed into it involuntarily, wanting more. She wasn't gonna rush Chrissy the first time she ate pussy, she'd see what she could stand. For now she breathed out and tried to relax into the feeling of Chrissy's tongue at her cunt giving little kitten licks and slowly testing.
It happened slowly, Chrissy's tongue pushing her open and exploring, intent and seeking and when Chrissy found Eddie's clit she stroked it slowly with the flat of her tongue and Eddie arched. Her fingers slipped up to spread her open and give Chrissy free reign at her clit and her tongue started to speed up.
“That's it,” encouraged Eddie and it was a terrible urge but her hands reached down and wrapped around Chrissy's ponytail. Eddie held Chrissy in place and earned a little gasp in response that Eddie liked a little too much.
A finger broached her entrance Eddie groaned. It thrust gently as Chrissy lapped at her clit and life was pretty fucking great. When Chrissy added a second Eddie remembered she was supposed to be quiet and pressed her lips together to hold herself back, a “Mmm” making it out instead of anything louder.
Slowly Eddie could feel her orgasm starting to build, and couldn't think enough to decide whether she wanted to try and hold it off to enjoy this longer or just let go. She had her eyes on Chrissy, her face deep in her cunt, the curve of Chrissy's ass she could see, and her little socked feet in the air as she ate Eddie out. Eddie was going to savor this memory. What if it never happened again? She had to remember every inch of it.
Chrissy tried a different way to lick her clit and that was good too, it was almost getting her there.
“Like that. Faster,” Eddie directed and it came out breathy. She went back to pressing her lips together between her teeth.
Chrissy's fingers thrust faster in response. Eddie was so close it burned, she was soaking and just a little more…
Chrissy opened her eyes for just a moment and they met Eddie's as Chrissy sucked hard at her clit and the dam broke.
Fuck her, Eddie lost the stare and closed her eyes as she came, her moan held back between her lips and she tugged at Chrissy's ponytail then lost her grip as the pleasure overtook her. As relief washed through her second Eddie relaxed back and let out a breath. When she opened her eyes Chrissy was pushing up with wet mouth and sparkling eyes.
“That was it? Right?” she asked excitedly.
Eddie laughed weakly. “Yeah. Good job.” She beckoned Chrissy to get up to her.
Chrissy giggled and crawled over Eddie then collapsed half on top of her. She snuggled her head on her chest. For a few seconds they just laid there breathing. It was nice, too nice. The sort of thing a girl could get used to. Then Chrissy's voice spoke up, “I like your boobs.”
Eddie laughed, “Thanks?”
One of Chrissy's hands reached up and started massaging one of Eddie's tits. She kissed it, leaving a wet little print. Her thumb swiped over Eddie's nipple and Eddie shivered.
“Are you trying to turn me on again?” It wouldn't take much.
Chrissy tilted to look up to Eddie. “Well, I didn't get to…” she pouted.
“Do what?”
Chrissy frowned for a moment then pushed up to turn and she climbed atop Eddie and Chrissy's other hand went to her other breast. Then Chrissy leaned close and kissed. She left a messy trail across Eddie's tit until Chrissy got to her nipple and sucked it in, swirling her tongue around it and delighting in stroking and teasing with her hands in tandem.
“You're a menace,” Eddie laughed, no bite in it. Was she really going to complain about Chrissy wanting to suck her tits? Absolutely not.
Chrissy bit her nipple in retaliation, not too hard, but enough to admonish and Eddie cried out before remembering to be quiet which made Chrissy lift her head. “Shh,” she said and lifted a finger to Eddie's lips.
Eddie sucked Chrissy's finger into her mouth, licking it thoroughly before letting it go but Chrissy only returned to tending her breasts.
Chrissy crossed to the other and gave the same attention. Kisses and sucking and exploring to satiate Chrissy and drive Eddie crazy.
She was panting now, writhing just a little as Chrissy's perfect mouth closed around her other nipple. It was a lot to take right after coming, so easy to work her up again, and she was already drenched but it felt like it only got worse between her legs.
In mercy, or catching on, or something, Chrissy reached down and slipped three fingers into Eddie's cunt. She worked them quickly and her knuckle nestled right against Eddie's clit, pressing firm and rubbing just a little.
The thought passed through Eddie's brain that this pattern was probably how Chrissy got herself off, and if that wasn't hallowed knowledge then nothing was. It was working for Eddie though, and she bit back a groan at the feel of Chrissy at her chest and cunt together.
Her mouth was licking and sucking every inch of her, occasionally softly biting, encouraged by Eddie arching into Chrissy's teeth.
It was a tightrope, Eddie was so close just because she'd already come, and when Chrissy fastened her lips back around a nipple and sucked Eddie lost it. She felt cracked in half at the gut punch of pleasure and the way her body tightened around Chrissy's fingers. It washed through her in a wave as she bit back moans and it was slow to recede.
Chrissy was still mouthing at her breasts but her hand had pulled out and laid at Eddie's stomach.
“Babe, please.” Eddie pushed Chrissy's forehead back and earned a little pout. She laughed. “You can do it again next time. I mean-” Fuck, not what she should have said.
“Ok!” Chrissy smiled brightly and perked up to Eddie's great relief. She adjusted to get off Eddie and cuddled into her side instead, nestling her head into the crook of Eddie's neck and wrapping an arm around her. “Promise?”
“Promise. You can do whatever you want.”
Chrissy giggled. “This project isn't due for two weeks. We should work very hard on it don't you think?”
“If you come to my place you wouldn't have to be quiet.” She wanted to hear Chrissy so bad.
“Really?”
“My uncle works nights and leaves at 5:30. We'd be totally alone after then.”
Chrissy sighed happily. “Obviously we should work somewhere quiet. And when we finish the project, if you…like me, we could maybe, um, still see each other.”
If Eddie was dreaming she did not want to wake up. “That'd be cool,” she said, desperate to sound casual, and wrapped her arms around Chrissy.
“Ok. Great.” Chrissy snuggled against her again, fully plastered against Eddie's side and let out an “Mmm.”
Eddie closed her eyes. And breathed. She probably had to go soon, but she'd rather stay for a suspiciously long study session than move one fucking inch. Chrissy Cunningham was cuddling her, this was worth anything.