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Janis is in between the legs of the hottest woman she’s ever met, and she has no idea what her name is.
Her name didn’t come up back at the bar where they met. Janis’ band had just finished up their set when the tall blonde made her entrance. Janis’ eyes landed on her as she was tapping her pink Doc Marten-clad foot impatiently as her ID was checked at the door. The blonde was wearing a sinfully tight black leather dress so short that the garters holding up her fishnet stockings were visible. Soft, wavy locks fell past her shoulders. When she tossed her hair over her shoulder before putting her ID back in her wallet, Janis could see the thin leather choker around her neck.
Janis needed to talk to her.
Janis packed up her guitar and amp at lightning speed and begged her bandmates to take her things home with them. Once they all saw her reason for asking, they quickly agreed.
By the time Janis hopped down from the stage, the blonde was at the bar. She was examining her prospects with a drink in her hand and an unimpressed expression on her face.
“Are you looking for anyone in particular?” Janis asked as she leaned against the bar and did her best to make it look like she approached with the intention of getting a drink and not specifically to get the woman’s attention.
The way the blonde eyed her up and down may have felt violating if anyone else had done it. But the way she did it just made Janis’ body temperature rise. The woman downed the rest of her drink before getting incredibly close to the brunette and looking her in the eye.
“A hot brunette who knows how to use her hands. You know anyone?” The blonde’s voice was low and laced with want, but her expression was cool as she tilted her head and arched her eyebrow, daring Janis to take the next step.
Her name didn’t come up a few minutes after that when Janis pressed her against the brick exterior of the bar, kissing her hungrily, as the warm summer air rose up around them. The blonde buried her hands in Janis’ hair and arched into her, making Janis consider taking her right there in the alleyway. Before those thoughts could go any further, her phone buzzed in her back pocket to signal that their Lyft driver was approaching.
Janis pulled back. “Our ride is here.” She would have been embarrassed by how out of breath she sounded, but the blonde’s chest was heaving as she tried to catch her own breath.
The streetlight bathed them in a fluorescent glow that made the blonde’s watery blue eyes, clouded with lust, shine brightly. Janis was fairly certain she would have recklessly followed those eyes anywhere.
Her name didn’t come up as they made their way to Janis’ apartment. When they got in the car, the blonde leaned in toward the center console to talk to the driver. She held out a hundred dollar bill and asked, “Is this enough to make you feel comfortable enough to let my date and I make out in your backseat?”
Janis tried to keep her composure and not let the surprise at that move appear on her face. She doesn’t think it worked because the blonde laughed when she settled back into her seat and saw the look on Janis’ face. But it didn’t seem to matter since she pulled Janis in by the collar of her shirt to resume their makeout session with the aftertaste of her laugh still on her lips.
Her name didn’t come up when the blonde had to put a pause on Janis’ clumsy and impatient navigation through the living room of her apartment.
“Just a warning, I've got some scars on my back and thighs that have…taken other people by surprise. Do you…”
Janis crashed her lips against the blondes. Who gives a shit about some scars? How could anyone even think about that when every touch and kiss from this girl ignited a craving for more? Janis needed to be inside her, needed to watch her come apart from her touch.
Now, here they are in the bathroom of Janis’ apartment. Janis had been too impatient to get either of them undressed. So, the blonde is sitting on the counter with her dress hiked around her waist and her legs spread wide as Janis holds her panties to the side so she can properly eat her out. One of the blonde’s hands braces against the sink while the other is tangled in Janis’ dark, curly hair, holding her right where she wants her. She’s sloppily grinding against Janis’ face, and Janis wonders if it’s possible to be addicted to the way someone tastes.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” the blonde whines out. It’s the first coherent thing she’s said since Janis first wrapped her lips around her clit ten minutes ago. The rest has been pants and sighs and little moans that Janis intends to coax out of her until the sun comes up.
“Not yet,” the brunette tells her. In a smooth motion that Janis honestly can’t believe she pulls off, she lifts the blonde off the counter, turns her around to face the mirror, and presses on her back so that she’s bending over the counter.
Janis pushes the skirt of the girl’s dress up around her waist again and a strangled moan emanates from her throat as she takes in the blonde’s backside. Her thong leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Tiny black suspenders connecting the black lace garter belt to her fishnet stockings strain against the ample curve of her ass, and the sight feels like a reward for Janis’ impatience earlier.
The brunette glides her hands under the suspenders and squeezes both cheeks of the best ass she’s ever seen, pulling a whimper from the blonde. She yanks the girl’s thong down her legs until it’s blocked by the garters and watches as arousal leaks from her opening and joins the sticky mess already coating the girl’s thighs. Janis traces two fingers through the wetness, up her thighs, and then circles her entrance.
The blonde pushes back against her, whining as she does, in search of more. Janis slips two fingers inside the girl’s leaking pussy from behind and builds a rhythm that has the blonde’s walls pulsing around her.
Janis bites back a moan as she watches the blonde’s reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks and neck are tinged pink, a few shades lighter than the lipstick coating the girl’s lips that are parted in a silent moan. Janis shakes her head, trying to direct her focus. She doesn't want the girl to notice how she nearly lost her rhythm from getting distracted by her reactions.
“Let me hear those noises,” Janis coos as she leans over the girl’s back. She runs her thumb over the leather choker around the blonde’s neck. The blonde whimpers under her, and it sends a jolt of arousal through Janis that’s so powerful that she wonders if she could get off just from watching how this girl reacts to her touch.
“That’s it, baby,” Janis says, her tone way whinier than she wants it to be. She continues running her thumb over the choker while curling her fingers inside the blonde, drawing even more wanton sounds out of the girl. “Fuck you sound so pretty for me.
Janis cannot remember the last time anyone made her feel this wild. She had spent the entire summer seeking out casual hook-ups and one night stands to get over a bad breakup. And not once, not even with her ex, had she felt like this.
The blonde starts backing into her, meeting Janis’ thrusts, and Janis can tell she isn’t going to last much longer based on the way her pussy is clenching tightly around her fingers. She moves her hand from the girl’s neck and reaches down to rub her clit.
“I’m close," the blonde tells her in a shaky breath.
Janis leans in further and pulls on the girl’s earlobe with her teeth before whispering, “Come on my fingers, gorgeous.”
Janis presses on her clit, and she comes with the most intoxicating noise. The brunette fucks her through it with a steady pace and starts to slow her movements as she feels the girl’s spasms subside, but she reaches back to grab Janis’s arm.
“Keep going,” she says in a tone that’s somehow commanding and pleading at the same time.
Janis fails to bite back her own moan. This woman is so impossibly hot, and Janis has never been one to deny a woman what she wants. She pounds her fingers into the blonde’s core, and the girl screams for her again. Janis’ knees buckle slightly. She’s always had a weakness for screamers.
The blonde reaches back to find something to grip onto and finds Janis’ thigh. Her nails dig into the sensitive skin, and Janis hopes she leaves a mark. She wants a reminder to linger on her for days after this.
“Fuck like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” the blonde begs, locking eyes with Janis in the mirror. Janis maintains her hard and fast pace while lightly swiping at the girl’s clit which appears to be driving her crazy. Her legs begin to shake and she’s panting hard. Her pupils are so dilated that Janis can’t see much of the pretty blue that had lured her in like a siren call at the bar.
“You’re so wet, baby. You feel so good,” Janis breathes out, and she means it. God does she mean it. She desperately hopes she can get the blonde’s number at the end of the night.
Janis leans over the blonde's back once again and captures her lips with her own. It's sloppy - teeth clashing, tongues exploring, mouths swallowing each other's pants - and it's enough to send the girl underneath her over the edge again.
When the blonde cries out into her mouth and she feels a new wave of slick coat her hand, Janis comes, too. Her hips rock against the blonde as they both ride out the moment together.
Holy shit what was that?
Janis has never been driven to orgasm just from watching a partner before.
She buries her face in the blonde's shoulder and peppers kisses against the pale skin that still feels feverish. The girl hums contentedly underneath her as she takes a moment to come down. It's the cutest sound Janis has ever heard.
Janis will do anything to make this last more than a night.
“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Janis checks in as she moves back off of the girl.
The blonde doesn't answer at first. Her eyes flick questioningly to Janis in the mirror, like she doesn't understand what's being asked.
Her attention returns to her own reflection. She straightens up to adjust her dress and her underwear. She then fixes her hair in the mirror and wipes at the lipstick that's now smudged around her mouth.
Janis can hardly take the silence and bounces nervously on her feet.
Please say something. Anything.
The blonde smirks at her in the mirror.
“Relax, baby,” she says, a hint of arrogance in her tone. She turns to face Janis and pulls her in by the front of her shirt and gives her a light kiss.
“What comes next?” The blonde asks, and Janis wishes she would stop looking at her like that. Janis is pretty sure she can hear the wires in her brain short circuiting, but she pushes through.
Get it together.
“You again, ideally.”
This gets a little laugh from the blonde.
“Not that I don't love that idea, baby,” the girl purrs. “But I should warn you that I have to leave here by 11:30. And I don't like leaving anyone unsatisfied.”
Janis tries not to let her brain melt out of her ears at this girl calling her baby like that again.
“Your carriage turn into a pumpkin at midnight, Cinderella?” Janis jokes.
“Something like that,” the blonde responds more seriously than Janis was expecting. She ignores the strong urge to ask her about it.
“Well then, princess, I guess I better get started. We don't have a lot of time,” Janis says, pressing her lips against the blonde's, but she pulls back.
“Princess?” The blonde makes a face that's a mix between amusement and disgust, and it's so adorable that Janis just wants to kiss her.
“It was that or Cinderella. If you tell me your name I won't have to resort to pet names,” Janis laughs.
She feels the girl tense a little, but she giggles, too. Janis is going to die if she doesn't make this girl fall apart underneath her again. It should not be possible for anyone to be that sexy and cute at the same time.
“I don't do names,” she says, leaning in so that her lips ghost Janis’. “But you can keep calling me princess if you need something to yell out.”
She lightly pushes Janis back and raises her eyebrows expectantly. Janis grabs her hand, and pulls the blonde along behind her until they're in her room. Once the door is closed, the girl’s lips are on hers instantly.
Janis hopes she's not too delusional in how she's interpreting the kiss. It's deep and intense and filled with hot little noises from both of them. It feels like this girl wants her.
Janis matches her intensity, pulling her in tightly and reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress. The leather dress hits the floor and then the back of the blonde’s knees hit the mattress.
Janis grips the girl's hips and tries to guide her down onto the bed, but she flips their positions.
“Get on the bed,” the blonde instructs her, slightly out of breath.
Janis sits down and props herself back on her elbows, giving the girl a taunting look. Meanwhile, internally, Janis is trying not to hyperventilate.
The blonde is standing there in a black lace bra that perfectly matches her thong and garter belt. Her left rib cage is covered in delicate tattoos of flowers Janis doesn't know the name of while the right has a constellation of stars. Janis wants nothing more than to trace them with her tongue. The blonde flips her hair over her shoulder and bites her lower lip as she observes the brunette's reaction.
Janis imagines her facial expression must be dumb as hell because her brain isn't working anymore. She almost doesn't want her to finish taking off her clothes out of fear the blonde will make her pass out from excessive hotness levels.
Seemingly reading Janis’ mind, the girl smirks down at Janis as she reaches behind her to unclip her bra.
Janis has always believed that all tits are perfect tits. But these are perfect tits.
The blonde's smirk doesn't leave her lips as she props a leg up on Janis' desk chair to unfasten her boots.
Yeah, Janis is legitimately concerned she might pass out from overwhelming hotness as the blonde slowly unclasps her stocking from the garter and rolls it down her leg. She does the same on her other leg before shimmying out of her underwear and the garter belt.
“Come here,” Janis commands. She knows she sounds wrecked but what the fuck else is she supposed to sound like? She's got the hottest woman in Chicago and possibly on earth disrobing in her bedroom.
The blonde moves to stand between Janis' legs and tugs at the hem of Janis' shirt.
“You're wearing too much,” the blonde tells her.
After discarding Janis' shirt, the blonde kneels down between her legs. She reaches behind Janis to unhook her bra.
Janis' breath gets caught in her throat as she sees the blonde's eyes cloud over and feels her warm hands trace over the tattoo she has that spans under her breasts and rises up her sternum.
“So fucking sexy,” the blonde whispers before leaning down to press hot kisses into Janis' chest. She sounds as wrecked as Janis feels.
The brunette lets out a satisfied groan as the blonde sucks and nips at the sensitive skin on the inside of her breast while her hands move to unbutton her jeans. The blonde pulls back and smiles at the purple bruise forming where her mouth had previously been.
She tugs on Janis' jeans, and Janis lifts her hips to help her. The blonde makes quick work of removing both her pants and underwear.
“This is what I wanted,” she purrs as she kisses the inside of Janis' thigh. So close to where the brunette wants her. She continues peppering kisses to each side, getting closer and closer with each.
This girl is going to be the death of her.
Janis can't help but to let out a little moan of frustration.
The blonde pauses and looks up at her with an almost infuriatingly smug grin.
“What's wrong, baby?”
“You're such a tease,” Janis retorts.
“I don't know what you mean. What would you like me to be doing?” The girl cocks her head to the side.
Janis has never had a one-night stand test her stubbornness like this. She's annoyed that she's finding it as hot as she is.
“You know what I want,” Janis says.
“Oh, baby, but I want to hear you say it. I can't give you what you want unless you tell me,” the blonde says teasingly. To further torment Janis, she lightly swipes a finger through the brunette's folds. “And you're so wet for me, too. Just say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.” Janis caves. And holy hell is it worth it when the girl sucks her clit as soon as the words leave her mouth.
“Fuck, princess.”
The blonde eats pussy like it's her sole reason for being put on this earth. Janis has never been that vocal in bed, but every swipe of this girl’s tongue across her clit is pulling whiny moans from her throat. When she alternates to delving into Janis' entrance, the brunette involuntarily bucks her hips against the girl’s face.
She grips Janis' hips to hold her in place as Janis gets closer and closer to her climax.
“You taste so good, baby. I can't wait to lick up everything you give me,” the blonde says, her breath hot against Janis' cunt.
It's like her body wants to please the blonde. It only takes a few more moments before Janis is moaning out “princess” as she comes.
The blonde continues lapping at her entrance as her body trembles through her orgasm, and she doesn't let up until Janis stills against the mattress.
“Come up here,” Janis breathes out, looking down at the girl who is resting her head against the brunette's thigh as she takes a breather.
She smiles softly before joining Janis on the bed. Janis gives her no time to adjust. She immediately pulls the blonde into her and maneuvers them so that she's sitting up with the blonde in her lap.
Janis kisses her like she can't bear the thought of going another second without the blonde's lips against hers. She can taste herself on those soft, full lips, and it reestablishes her need to make the blonde come for her again.
Janis loses all sense of time. She has no idea when they became a tangle of limbs, legs positioned perfectly to grind against each other and arms clinging desperately. She has no idea how long her face is buried in the blonde's chest as the girl vigorously rolls her hips against her thigh and digs her nails into her back. No idea how many times either of them have gasped or whimpered or moaned. No idea how long they convulse against one another as pleasure overtakes them, and it feels so good that they keep going until another wave washes over them.
What Janis does know is that when they collapse in a heap on the mattress, the blonde is looking at her so softly that Janis recklessly and impulsively thinks that she's already in love with this nameless goddess.
She doesn't get much time to mull the thought over because the blonde bolts upright.
“I should get going,” she announces without looking at Janis.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Janis blurts out, slightly embarrassed by how panicked it sounds. But it does get the girl to look at her.
“It's only 11:10. Take a rest for 10 minutes,” she proposes.
The blonde looks between Janis’s puppy dog eyes and the alarm clock on the nightstand, and Janis tries not to take offense at how hard the decision seems to be for this girl to make.
Janis grins widely, trying not to seem too excited when the blonde rolls her eyes and lays back down. She settles into Janis' embrace and rests her head against Janis' chest.
Janis wraps her arms around the girl and kisses the top of her head. It's definitely an act she would normally deem too intimate for a one night stand, but something about this just feels different.
It doesn't freak the blonde out apparently. She nuzzles in closer and lets out a satisfied hum.
“10 minutes,” she whispers.
“10 minutes,” Janis confirms.
It's the last thing either of them say before they drift off to sleep.
Janis wakes up from a dead sleep to the blonde gingerly trying to get out of her bed.
“Oh shit, what time is it!?!” Janis is suddenly very awake and aware that she was supposed to have only stayed for a few more minutes.
“1:36,” the blonde informs her. She sounds like she might cry. “What's the taxi situation in this neighborhood?”
“Not great at this hour. Can I drive you somewhere? I can borrow my roommate’s car.”
The blonde studies her for a minute. Her face is unreadable.
“Would you mind? You'd really be saving my ass.”
“Of course,” Janis responds and scrambles to get out of bed. She tosses on a fresh T-shirt and shorts while the blonde quickly puts on her dress and balls up the pieces of her outfit too cumbersome to put back on. An awkward, tense silence falls over them as they head to the car.
“Where are we going?” Janis asks once they're in her roommate's (thankfully clean) Honda Civic.
“The library at the University of Chicago,” Regina answers as she fastens her seatbelt.
Janis is taken aback by that response. The blonde had to urgently be at the library by midnight? It's not even open that late during the summer.
Janis punches the information into the navigation system on the dashboard and pulls out of her roommate's spot, praying it would still be there when she got back.
“Do you mind if I borrow your phone to make a call? I don't have mine.”
She finds this a little odd, but Janis hands her the phone anyway.
The girl punches in a number and whoever is on the other end picks up almost instantly.
There's no greeting. She immediately launches into the conversation.
“I fucked up. I'm on my way back to my phone, and my car. Has he called you yet?”
Janis hears a garbled response. It sounds like a man on the other line.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. What did you tell him?”
Another garbled response.
The blonde pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a sigh. “Did he actually buy that?”
This response is lengthier, but Janis can see the girls shoulders drop. Whatever he’s saying, it's making her less tense.
The blonde lets out a laugh.
“Consider your debt paid off from that time you had that twink from Loyola handcuffed to your bed at the lakehouse.”
Who the fuck is this girl talking to?
“Yeah, that's a good plan. At least your doorman isn't on his payroll. See you in a bit.”
She ends the call and lets out a sigh.
“I really, really hate to ask you this, but could we reroute to another location? I'll obviously pay the prevailing mileage reimbursement rate plus some extra for all the trouble.”
Janis is happy she needs to focus on merging into another lane because what the fuck. Who talks like that? Janis isn't even sure she knows what a “prevailing mileage reimbursement rate” is.
“Uh, sure. Just punch in the address,” is the response Janis comes up with.
She does just that. It's some ritzy condo building in The Loop. ETA is 47 minutes because of an accident and some construction.
They continue the drive in silence. Janis needs to figure out how to talk to this girl.
“You can play some music if you want. I've got Spotify on my phone.”
Janis catches a small smile on the blonde's face as she navigates to the app. The brunette almost laughs as the opening notes of The Ramone’s “I Wanna Be Sedated” play. She must've noticed because she shoots Janis an annoyed look.
“What's so funny?”
“I know your night isn't ending in the best way, but I didn't think it was so bad that it requires sedation,” Janis offers, shooting her an apologetic look.
The blonde laughs, more tension seemingly leaving her body. The sound makes Janis' delusional thought from earlier resurface.
“‘Pretend We're Dead’ seemed over dramatic. Sedation was the sweet spot,” she shoots back.
“So, you're a punk fan?” Janis asks.
The girl rolls her eyes. “And here I was thinking my outfit and sleeping with a guitarist was enough to make it obvious. But any kind of rock, really.”
“You could always sleep with the guitarist again. She's a little thick. It might take her a few tries for the message to sink in,” Janis turns briefly to wink at the blonde.
The girl bites her lip, and then changes the subject.
“You pick the next song.”
Janis picks “Only Happy When it Rains” by Garbage and feels validated when the blonde nods her approval.
“So where exactly am I taking you?” Janis asks.
“My friend's place,” she answers simply, her face pointed down toward Janis' phone as she scrolls Spotify.
The blonde selects “Miss World” by Hole next. Janis wants to ask about it. It's a heavy track. Really heavy. How do you even begin to ask someone who won't even tell you her name why a song with the line “watch me break and watch me burn” is on her mind right now?
“How long have you been playing guitar?” She cuts through Janis' thoughts.
“Since my 10th birthday. I begged my parents for a guitar because I wanted to be like Joan Jett. I was obsessed with ‘Bad Reputation.’And then it became one of the only things that ever made sense to me.”
“What else makes sense to you?” The blonde looks at her with an intense curiosity.
“Art, in general. I paint and do textile art, specifically. Dabbling in a little bit of sculpture work. I'm heading into my senior year for my bachelor's in visual arts,” Janis rambles.
She nods attentively, but there's a distant look in her eyes. Janis places her hand on the blonde's knee and gives it a small squeeze, which brings the girl back into the moment.
Janis once again finds herself wanting to ask a question too personal for the situation.
“What about you? What makes sense to you?”
The blonde lets out a long breath. “Music, I guess. Punk, rock, pop, hip-hop, alternative, r&b. It doesn't really matter. It all keeps me afloat.”
Janis nods. “I get that for sure. What el…”
The blonde cuts her off. “Any more requests for the DJ?”
Janis is a little confused but takes the hint.
“Play me something you like to sing along to,” Janis offers. Whatever thoughts are going through this girl's head seem to be too heavy. Hopefully something lighter helps.
The blonde grins and queues up Lita Ford’s “Kiss Me Deadly.” She smiles wider when Janis sings the first line of the song loudly.
They belt out the song together, and Janis can't help but notice how beautiful the blonde's voice is. She looks happy. Carefree. It's a good look on her.
When the song ends, she requests the same of Janis. Janis decides to switch up the vibe a little and surprises the blonde by saying “Silk Chiffon.” Janis becomes practically giddy when the girl joins in on that song with the enthusiasm of a drunk karaoke performer.
The rest of the drive continues with them coming up with song prompts and playing their picks. When they're a few stoplights away from their destination, Janis makes her move. She can't hold it back anymore.
“I’d really like to see you again. Can I take you on a date sometime?”
The blonde gives Janis' hand a squeeze.
“I had the best night I've had in I don't even know how long. But I can't go out with you. My situation is…complicated. There isn't exactly room in my life for dating. It's not anything you've done. I just can’t.”
The blonde's eyes are distant again. It's like the weight of the world is slowly lowering itself between them, and Janis desperately wants to intervene before the blonde is fully blocked off.
“Tell me to fuck off if this is too pushy. But I'm also cool with having another friend…or another one night stand.”
The blonde smiles at her. It's such a mixture of warmth and sadness that Janis has no idea what to do with it. The light pollution from the streetlights and storefronts bear down on the car, illuminating the blonde, making her look ethereal. Janis wonders if she's making her up. Like she's some grand illusion, a projection of Janis' own desires and heartaches, that she'll only ever see this one time.
They come to a stop outside their destination. The blonde pulls her in for a kiss. It's light and sweet, and she acts like she's savoring it.
“If we ever cross paths again, I don't think I'd be able to hold myself back from another one night stand,” she says with complete sincerity. “But trust me, you're not going to want to see me again.”
Janis hates that that sounded just as sincere as the first part.
She drums her fingers on the steering wheel, trying to come up with something to keep them together. It comes to her just as the girl reaches for the door handle.
“What if I just keep seeing you right now instead of seeing you again?”
The blonde gives her a confused look, and Janis shakes her head.
“That came out weird. I mean, you're already out right? What happens if we stay out? I can bring you back here or to the library first thing in the morning.”
The blonde bites her lip, and she's quiet for longer than Janis would like.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have…”
“Where are we going next?”
Janis can't help but grin at the gorgeous girl in her passenger seat, determined to make the rest of the night perfect.