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Veronica had always had a higher than average libido. Yes, she was 17, but even then, she wasn't sure if breaking into some guy's house for sex at one in the morning was something most teenagers did. She wasn't exactly certain that all the feelings she was having were normal. Especially the ones about girls.
Veronica wasn't a lesbian, she loved men, she thought they were hot as shit. But recently, all she could think about were girls. Not any specific girl, just women as a whole. Their soft hair, their soft skin, how lovely and clean they smelled, their mannerism and habits, the way they walked and talked and existed. Everything about women was amazing to her. For the past week, all she could think about before bed was how amazing it would be to fuck a woman. That sleeping with a girl would be a thousand times better than sleeping with a guy. A girl would know how to please her, a girl would know where to touch her and how to make her feel good and would maybe actually make her cum. But for now, she'd have to use her own hand, which she hadn't had much luck with.
Her typical nighttime routine as of late consisted of all of the normal things- taking off her makeup, getting in the shower, brushing her teeth, moisturizing, exfoliating, things that girls do. But as soon as she'd lie down and close her eyes, all of the thoughts would start rushing in. Girls . All the things she wanted to do to them and have them do to her, it made her so hot that she would scream into her pillow and kick her comforter off. It made her so hot that she would kick off her clothes too. It made her so hot that she would touch herself while thinking about Westerberg's cheer team and looking at magazines of Madonna.
The whole ordeal was so stressful for her that it made climaxing near impossible. She was scared of being caught, ashamed that what she was doing was wrong and perverted. Yet, she kept doing it anyway, hoping that one night she would reach her peak, go to bed at a normal time, and wake up feeling good the next morning. But that never happened. Instead she'd stay up till two in the morning, trying to find ways to get rid of the thoughts, or maybe, finally, make herself cum- but she would fail miserably every time. She'd wake up and she would feel like absolute dogshit.
She still always went to school though. She had a reputation to uphold and more than one Ivy League to apply to. Immediately upon making it to her first period, she set her head down on the desk, the smell of the wood sending her into a daze before she could even realize. A minute later, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up to see her first period teacher standing in front of her.
"Second period. Bell rang a minute ago." He stated apathetically. Veronica got up and trudged to her second period not saying a word. Walking in, she rested her head on the desk almost as soon as she arrived. She told herself she wouldn't fall asleep, and she really did try not to, but it didn't matter.
"Veronica!" Her head shot up and her whole body tensed. She looked around the room in a daze.
"Huh, what? Heather?" She asked, extremely confused.
"Wake the hell up, you look like shit." Chandler hissed as she filed her nails.
"Thanks, Heather." Veronica rolled her eyes.
"Are you okay, Veronica?" Mac asked her, a look of concern on her face.
"I'm fine, just... didn't get a lot of sleep last night." It wasn’t a lie, but for some reason, Veronica felt dirty saying it. Mac hummed and went back to doodling on her desk.
Veronica struggled to keep her head up for the entirety of class. If it weren’t for Chandler breathing down her neck, she probably would’ve just let the tiredness take her over. But alas, the third period bell rang, and she was free from the Heathers. She stepped into her 3rd period Health class, walked to her desk, put her head down and-
“Veronica!” Ms. Flemming shouted.
“Yes! I’m awake!” Veronica shouted back at her.
“It’s time for fourth period, young lady. Are you alright? Have you been feeling depressed? Any thoughts of self har-”
“I’m fine Ms Flemming, thanks.” She cut her off and made her way to fourth period, where the same shit happened. And it happened again during fifth period, and then again during sixth period, and it happened all day long. She’d walk into class, try and keep her head up and fail everytime.
This pattern continued for three weeks. Yes, for about three weeks, she'd come to school, hoping to actually pay attention and get good grades, only to fall asleep within the first ten minutes of class and be reprimanded by a teacher (or a Heather).
One day, near the end of second period, Veronica had an idea: Cigarettes. Nicotine is supposed to wake you up, right?
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom” Veronica stated to Heather and Heather as she grabbed her bag.
“I’ll go too, I need to fix my makeup.” Mac jumped bringing her own stuff with her as she followed behind Veronica.
“Whatever, I’ll see you two at lunch.” Chandler said apathetically as the pair walked away. Their teacher was too old and dumb to realize they had even left. Once they made it to the bathroom Veronica pulled out a pack of reds and lit one.
“Jesus, Veronica, reds? It's eight in the morning.” Mac joked.
“What, nicotine is, like, energizing or something!” Veronica smiled and Heather playfully rolled her eyes. She continued doing her makeup as Veronica made her way to the window. The girls stood in silence for a minute until Heather suddenly turned to Veronica.
"Do you wanna come to my house tonight? My parents are on a business trip." Heather questioned.
"Shit, are you throwing a rager?" Smoke rushed out her mouth as she asked. Heather turned back to look in the mirror.
"No, dingus, I haven't told anyone. It'll just be us." Heather explained. Their eyes met in the mirror when she said the last part, and Veronica suddenly felt hot for some reason. Mac continued,
“You can take my bus home, I’ll have clothes for you and stuff.” She resumed her makeup.
"So it’ll be like a sleepover?" Veronica asked, taking another drag. Mac let out a laugh.
"It makes it sound so kiddish when you put it like that." A grin appeared on her face as she spoke.
"Okay Heather, is it like a normal hangout except it’s just the two of us and your parents aren’t home and I happen to spend the night wearing your clothes?" Realizing the implications of the sentence only after she had said it, Veronica felt her whole face turn red as Heather turned to look at her. An expression of both humor and confusion was construed across Heather's face. Veronica opened her mouth to begin defending herself, but was interrupted by the bell for third period.
"I'll see you later, Veronica." Heather giggled as she walked away.
"Bye, Heather." Veronica sighed. The interaction was unusual, but not bad. Out of the three Heathers, and honestly popular kids at Westerberg, Heather McNamara seemed to be the nicest. She had went along with doing some pretty fucked up things to Martha, but Veronica could recognize that her heart was good. Mac was actually fun to talk to, she didn't feel like she was in a chess tournament every time she talked to her. They were actually... friends.
The cigarette idea was a bust, she got through school as tired and as horny as she had the past three weeks, but it didn’t really matter because it was Friday. She met up with Mac at the end of the day, chatting with her as they walked to the very back of the bus. Mac took the window seat, leaving Veronica with the aisle. It was a fairly short ride before they arrived at her stupid goddamn mansion. Veronica thought that it was almost unethical for one family to own an estate of this size.
It was a normal hangout. They listened to music, talked about who was sleeping with who, ate pizza, painted their nails, watched a movie. Normal teenage girl stuff. It was about 7 P.M., both girls were lying on Heather’s bed, still in their school clothes for some odd reason, when Heather had to go and get all deep on Veronica.
“Veronica, can I ask you something?” Heather inquired.
“Yea?” Veronica replied skittishly, the tone of Heather’s voice throwing her off.
“Why are you so tired all the time? Like, why do you always fall asleep in class?” Concern coated Heather's voice as she asked. She seemed to really care.
“I’m uh… just taking some new medicine. That’s all.” A lie from Veronica- and not a very good one.
“What for?” Heather asked again, still being genuine. Veronica, not being able to think of another lie, sighed.
“I haven’t been able to fall asleep the past few weeks because I can’t stop thinking about sex.” The truth slipped from Veronica's mouth before she even realized it.
“Oh, I see.” Stated Heather. Veronica wondered why she even said anything, she could've just lied. But then, Heather began again,
“Well, like, What about sex? Like, what do you think about?” Leaning in closer as she asked. Heat swelled in between Veronica’s thighs.
“I uh, um…” Stuttering, Veronica felt the panic engulfing her. There was absolutely no way she was telling her, that would be social suicide! And why was Heather even asking that in the first place? Lost in thought and confused, a pinky finger wrapped around her own brought Veronica back to reality.
“I won’t tell anyone okay? I mean it. I just wanna know.” Mac stated. And that was that. Veronica really did believe her, and if Mac were to ever tell anyone that she was friends with a dyke, it would ruin her reputation as well. So, Veronica began,
“I think about… girls.” A blush crept across Veronica’s face as she admitted the truth.
“Girls?” Heather parroted. Veronica was certain she was about to get called a slur and kicked out.
“Yes.” Veronica replied. The room was silent. Mac exhaled softly through her nose before continuing,
“What do you think about doing with them?” She questioned the brunette further as she laid on her side, using her arm to prop her head up.
“It’s… gross” Veronica aimed her dark brown eyes towards the ceiling as she said it. Anything but eye contact right now.
“Tell me. Please?” Heather kept asking. Veronica thought the fact that Heather was so infatuated with her sexual fantasies involving other women was… interesting.
“I think about touching them, kissing them. I think about sleeping with them. Going down on them. Everything.” Veronica replied, slowly getting lost in thought as she said it.
“So you fall asleep in class almost everyday because you wanna fuck a girl so bad that it keeps you up all night?” Twirling a strand of her curly blonde hair, Heather teased the brunette sitting in front of her.
“Well when you put it like that…” Veronica looked down in shame.
“So… are you a lesbian?” Mac asked curiously.
“I- uh- I do like men…” It was true, she really did like men. Yes, it was different than how she liked girls, but Veronica was definitely attracted to guys.
“But you like girls, right?” Heather pressed her further.
“...Yes.” She looked back at Heather, who was already looking at her. The girl in yellow started,
“I think everyone thinks about other girls sometimes.” She stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Do you think about other girls, Heather?” Now it was Veronica asking her the questions. Heather paused for a moment, looking away from Veronica as a flush and a smile crawled up her face.
“...Yes.” Heather admitted. Veronica smiled back at her, shifting to lay down next to the girl in yellow.
“What do you think about, then?” In a low voice, she asked Heather more.
“I think about them kissing me and… me kissing them. And I think about how it would feel to have another girl eat me out, and how another girl would taste.” Both of the girls were entranced by the thought of her words. The atmosphere of the room seemed to shift at this point as the two moved ever closer,
“That’s not too far off from what I think about.” Veronica teased, and they both giggled. Heather looked into Veronica’s big brown eyes. They both just stared at each other for a minute until Heather inhaled and began,
“Veronica, I…” Heather hesitated for a second, and then spat out,
“ I wanna help you. With your problem, I mean. …Can I please?” Her words weren't exactly confident. She was pretty much pleading with Veronica to let her.
“How are you gonna help me?” Veronica asked her, knowing damn well what she was talking about. Heather didn’t reply, but instead she sat up and unbuckled her belt, tossing it on the floor and letting her yellow blazer fall onto the bed. Sat completely petrified, Veronica’s gaze interlocked with Heather’s brown eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse- letting it too fall down onto the sheets. A hum buzzed from Veronica as her eyes rolled over Heather's exposed upper half. Admiring the sight, she studied the girl's tan skin, toned abs, and soft breast being held in a lacy black bra.
“Does this help you?” Heather asked her.
“Yes.” Veronica barely managed to reply, still staring. Veronica really truly thought she might pass out and die.
“Do you wanna touch me?” Heather asked softly.
“Yes, god.” Closing her eyes as she said it, Veronica exhaled. Heather crawled towards her until she was whispering in her ear.
“Will you touch me? Please, Veronica?” She grabbed a handful of Veronica’s brown hair as she straddled her.
“Mhm…” Veronica could barely fucking see. Heather had to grab her hand and place it on her breast to pull Veronica back to reality. The heat of her body, and the smell of her perfume, and the feeling of her soft skin, it all flooded Veronica’s senses. She was entirely engulfed in Heather as she massaged her tits through her bra, only for a moment before reaching around to unhook it. The bra fell beneath them and unveiled her bare breast, a sight at which Veronica sighed at.
Heather suddenly placed her hand on the back of Veronica’s head and pulled her in. The girl's lips softly intertwined as Veronica continued to play with Heather's chest, rubbing and circling and lightly pinching her brown nipples. Little noises poured out of Heather- sighs, hums, squeaks, moans - they all drove Veronica crazy. She ran her hand down the girl's firm abs, down to the band of her skirt where she tugged, asking to be let in. Heather abruptly pulled away.
“Can I see yours?” Heather pleaded with her as they caught their breaths. Veronica tried not to think about what this would mean for their friendship and instead ripped her clothes off to show Heather her C cups in a black bra. We’re matching they both thought. Heather smiled and stared, and then brought Veronica back in for another kiss. She felt Veronica’s tongue slip into her mouth as she pulled down her yellow skirt and squeezed her tight ass. Veronica ran her fingers across Heather’s clothed pussy, coating it in wetness as the blonde’s sighs increased in volume. Veronica pulled away from the kiss.
“Is this okay?” Veronica asked, looking up at the girl on top of her.
“Oh my god, yes~” She replied quickly and breathily. Veronica was suddenly overcome by something she couldn’t quite describe, and pushed Heather down onto the bed. A squeak left Heather’s lips at this sudden motion, Veronica had literally physically topped her.
The position granted Veronica a much better view of Heather’s neck and face, which she began to completely ravage. The sound of panting filled the room as Veronica bruised all across her skin- she sucked on her pulse point, kissed down her jawline, she turned her whole neck purple and soothingly licked over the marks.
Heather held her even tighter, kissed her even harder. She indulged in the way Veronica touched her, rubbing her legs together in her soaked underwear. The wetness was running down her thighs, she was so fucking ruined. Moans filled the air as Veronica sucked on her tits and slid her hands to the hem of her panties. The anticipation and yearning for the first touch was killing her, all she could do was squirm and writhe beneath Veronica.
“Please Ronnie~” She called out. Veronica slid her fingers down just a tiny bit further. She grazed over Heather's wet clit, inducing a moan and a buck of her hips. Her fingers dragged across the sensitive nub, Heather humming and shifting below her. She kissed her again before pulling her panties down completely.
Veronica gasped at the sight of Heather bare pussy, placing her finger back on her clit and speeding up the swirling motion. Drawing tight circles on the girl's most sensitive spot, she drank every sound that left her soft lips as she left kisses all over her. Slowly, she dragged her tongue down her neck, to her breast, down her abs, leaving kisses everywhere she went as she continued to rub her. Nips and bites on her inner thighs filled Heather with lightning, she cried out for Veronica’s mouth until her face was buried in between her thighs and she was kissing her clit.
Sucking on the soft flesh, Veronica savored the flavor of her. It was sweet, but sort of tangy and tart at the same time. Her tongue traveled all across Heather's dripping snatch, searing every crying nerve. Every sensation rushed through her body like a drug in her veins, she was engulfed in pure euphoria.
“Inside, please, mfgh~” Mac begged and Veronica listened, slowly pushing her middle finger inside Heather's wet hole. A moan ripped from the blonde's lips as she felt her lover's finger filling her up inside. Lover? Didn’t matter, it felt too fucking good. Veronica was overloading her with sensations she had never felt before. Sure, she had slept with guys, but none of them ever touched her like this, with this determination and drive to make her feel good. Heather began to lightly stroke Veronica’s brown hair.
“More, please, It feels so good Ronnie…” Veronica felt herself getting wetter each time Heather called her name. Ronnie...
Skillfully drawn circles were swirling Heather's clit around and around, still as Veronica thrusted and curled yet another finger inside of her. The way Heather shook and tightened around her hands, the way her slick delicious liquids poured out of her and into Veronica’s mouth, coating her lips and face and chin- Veronica relished in it all. She could feel her own cunt throbbing, begging to be touched. So she did just that and, with her free hand, gently rubbed her wet clit while continuing to work away at Heather.
She could feel Heather getting closer, so she increased her vigor. Panting and shaking, Heather’s legs tightened around Veronica's head as she shot up. She gripped Veronica’s soft chestnut curls while crying out, her impending climax growing nearer.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum- mghaaa~~~” Heather felt her whole body bubbling up and then spilling over, she let out a flurry of moans so lovely and sweet. She bucked her hips and shook, every fiber of her body in pure ecstasy as Veronica fucked her through her orgasm and drank the sweet liquid rushing out of her. Her hips rolled over her tongue and her fingers ran through her silky brown hair while she came down from her high. Veronica relaxed her mouth and hands, only leaving soft kisses around her entrance while she listened to her moans die down. However, Veronica did continue rubbing her own clit, which did not go unnoticed by Heather.
"Veronica?" Heather said while panting, snapping her out of her trance.
"Yea?" Veronica halted the motion of her hand, only to realize that Heather was already looking at her.
"Can I help you with that, too?" Heather teased her.
“You’re very astute, Heather.” Veronica said while crawling on top of Heather to kiss her lips again. Heather could taste herself on Veronica’s lips, and it honestly wasn't bad. Strange, but not bad at all. They continued kissing whilst trying not to think about the ethics of this situation. Heather moved her hands down to grab a handful of Veronica's tits.
“Can I?” Heather traced the edge of her bra. Veronica nodded, feeling Heather run her hands up her back and to her bra. Heather unclipped it and planted her mouth on Veronica's nipple as soon as it fell. She didn't know exactly how to please a woman and was really just going off of instinct, but Veronica seemed to be responding well. Heather felt Veronica's nipples hardening in her mouth, listened as her sighs grew and felt the warm touch of her hands on the back of her head, guiding her. She pulled off Veronica's tit with a pop, bringing with her a trail of saliva.
“How do you want me?” She asked, still trying to catch her breath. She had done a lot of new and exciting things today. Veronica stood, bringing Heather with her as she growled,
“Get down.” Heather obeyed eagerly, dropping down on the carpet and crawling towards Veronica. She wrapped her hands around her legs and planted kisses upwards until she reached her thighs, where she paused and said,
“I’ve, um, never done this with a girl before.” She looked up at her for guidance, for direction. Veronica placed her hand on the side of Heather’s face, the way she leaned into the touch made Veronica even hotter.
“That’s alright… just do what I tell you, okay?” Veronica said softly while stroking Heather's face. Heather nodded and gave her an unsure look. Veronica was so caring and gentle, she was unlike anyone Mac had ever been with before. The way Veronica talked; It did things to her, made her feel nice. It wasn't even necessarily a sex thing, it just made her feel so good.
She pulled down her skirt to see her panties, black with blue lace. She recalled what Veronica had done to her and began kissing in between her thighs, slowly inching closer and closer to what she really wanted. She moved Veronica's panties aside and licked her wet folds, the taste surprising her. It was good. Really good. Heather couldn't wait any longer and decided to just rip her panties down, unveiling her thick dark curls.
Fuck, Veronica Sawyer has a bush and it's really fucking hot She thought as she buried her face in said bush. Veronica's hair tickled Heather's nose as she- very apprehensively -licked a long strip up her pussy. She felt Veronica flinch, and then heard her sigh. Heather thought that was probably a good sign, so she kept going. She flattened her tongue and slowly nodded her head up and down, savouring the smell and the taste of Veronica Sawyer as she looked up at her. Veronica couldn't help but think that Heather looked adorable, that her blonde hair and her rosy cheeks and her big brown eyes were just so pretty
"Thank you..." Mac said sheepishly. It took Veronica a second to process that- not just because Heather's words were muffled due to her preoccupation, but also because she didn't realize that she had said that last part out loud. Looking down, she saw Heather looking back at her, with that same look. Veronica's face turned so red. She needed more.
“Faster, make little circles.” Heather obeyed, pointing the tip of her tongue directly onto Veronica's clit and swirling it round, eliciting full-on moans from her.
“Fuck, You're such a good girl~” Heather felt heat shoot between her legs when Veronica said this. Her whole body shivered in response, and she moaned into Veronica's pussy- an extremely pleasurable sensation for Veronica.
"You like that?" Heather hummed in response. She fucking loved it. She loved everything about this. The taste, the smell, the warmth she felt, the delicious noises Veronica made, how comforting and reassuring it was to have Veronica's hand on her head, all of it. Veronica moaned and started again.
"It's true... mmm~ you’re a good girl…" Veronica's head rolled back in delight as Heather hit just the right spot. She grabbed her blonde hair and began grinding on her tongue as a myriad of profanities left her mouth. She felt everything inside her swelling, excitement and electricity ran through her body as she anticipated her peak. It had been a week since she’d last cum, and she had never been fucked like this in her life.
"Heather- fuck! Don't stop!" Veronica called out while she fucked her face. Mac had absolutely zero intention of stopping. In fact, she began going even harder when Veronica said this.
"Oh shit- I’m gonna cum, hah~~~" And two seconds later, true to her word, Veronica was cumming all over Heather's face, still grinding and moaning and gasping for air as everything came undone. Heather savored every drop, sucking on her entrance and shoving her tongue inside, humming as Veronica contracted around her. She felt Veronica grab her face after a few seconds, pulling Heather away from her cunt as she regained her consciousness. She let out one last moan and ran her hand through her dark curls before pulling Heather up to kiss her.
They fell onto the bed, Veronica on top of Heather once again, but this time it was different. It was soft. There was no reason to be kissing each other right now but they still did. Both girls had reached their peak, yet they still held each other. They kissed a moment more and then paused.
"Holy shit Heather, did we just sleep together?" Veronica realized, pulling away from her.
"Well we're still both awake so..." Heather said with a cute smile across her face.
"Heather." Veronica stopped her.
"...Sorry" Heather apologized meekly.
"No, it's okay I'm just... I don't know." Veronica thought for a moment. She wasn’t upset, more so confused.
"I know... I kinda am too." They were silent for a moment, the only noise being the sound of Heather shifting for a second.
"I'm cold now." Heather whispered. Veronica looked over to her and saw that she was tense, her knees tucked into her chest and her expression empty. Veronica crawled over to her and moved in close, leaving a kiss on Heather's cheek. Heather leaned into the warmth of the touch. She turned to Veronica and wrapped her strong arms around her waist, letting her head fall in the crook of her neck as Veronica kissed her.
This was Sherwood Ohio, it was 1989, they were two of the most popular girls in school. And they just slept with each other. If anyone found out, they'd be dead. And not just from a social standpoint, there's a good chance they would be hate-crimed. But they tried not to think about it.
"Can we sleep?" Veronica asked Heather softly. Heather hummed, lifting up her comforter and turning off the light while Veronica slid beneath the sheets. Heather crawled to her, wrapping herself around the taller girl. Veronica pushed a strand of Heather’s blonde hair behind her ear.
“Thank you. For the help.” Veronica said with a smile. She knew she was about to sleep good tonight. Heather blushed as a grin crept up her face.
“You’re welcome.” She replied, looking up at her. Veronica, still smiling, leaned in to kiss her. Heather kissed her back, and they held each other the whole night through.