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Shauna usually loved the summer. She loved not having to wake up at 6:30am to go to school and spending even more time around Jackie, having endless sleep overs and talking till the sun came up. She loved having time to read for fun and laying around by the lake at Lottie’s lodge with a drink in her hand and Jackie’s raspy laughter in her ear. She loved sharing a bed with Jackie, their bodies tired from the daily adventures and skins salted with sweat.
It was her favorite time of the year, really.
Past tense.
This year, their last year before graduating – their last summer! –, Jeff Sadecki had to ruin it. Just like he had ruined everything since freshman year, he just had to stick his annoying noise into Jackie and Shauna’s plans. Again. Shauna had everything planned out, she and Jackie were going to Lottie’s lake house for the first couple of weeks, then, they’d spend the rest of their vacation working at the snack shack in Wiskayok’s club, saving money up to buy tickets to their concerts of choice – No Doubt was Jackie’s and Shauna’s was, predictably, Radiohead. They would end their epic summer with a weekend in New York, watching some of their favorite artists live with their favorite person by their side.
But not anymore. All because of Jeffrey Sadecki.
His dad’s furniture store got record sales during last year's holiday season, and they decided to take a road trip through the National Parks across the country, starting up north from DC and going all the way to Florida, where they would stay on his grandpa’s beach house in Tampa. Shauna was ecstatic when she first heard about it – six weeks without Jeff? That was the dream! –, but it turned out that the Sadeckis considered Jackie an integral part of the family – which was bullshit since Jackie and Jeff broke up every two months –, so Jeff was borderline begging Jackie to tag along.
“Did he cry when you told him no?” Shauna asked Jackie from outside the Macy’s fitting room, trying not to laugh. Jackie didn’t answer. “Jax, please don’t tell me you’re-”
Jackie pushed the red curtain open; a guilty look painted on her face.
“His mom spoked to mine over the phone”, the blonde explained. “I couldn’t say no.”
“Fuck yes you could. What about our plans? No Doubt?” Shauna didn’t want to look at her, but Jackie was trying on a maroon bathing suit that fitted her body too damn well, accentuating every toned muscle she starved and worked herself to death to achieve it. “What about the snack shack?”
Jackie crossed her arms, hiding her body in shame. “It’s not like I could-”
“You could, though”, Shauna repeated it, a stern tone she barely used with Jackie on her voice. “We planned this for months.”
“So did they! He’s my boyfriend and it’s important his family likes me”, she abandoned the guilt and adopted her usual bratty posture, straightening her spine. “You would get it if you had a boyfriend.”
Shauna left and then Jackie did too, without ever apologizing or saying goodbye to her best friend. They went three whole weeks without speaking to each other for the first time since becoming friends and Shauna almost didn’t recognize herself without Jackie overshadowing and overbearing presence. She was finally free of Jackie’s mind games and possessiveness and she fucking hated.
At first, it felt amazing to get to spend time with her other friends – she went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art and The National Constitution Center with Tai; to a bunch of video and vinyl stores with Van and Nat; all of that before their trip to Lottie’s lake house where they drank and smoked and talked shit about everything and everyone for ten days without one adult in sight. Then it got old. Taissa got her love for history and politics, and Lottie understood even more about art than she did; Van got her into some pretty cool cinema and Nat wasn’t always high, she knew a lot about philosophy, and they got into some deep ass conversations about love and religion. She liked them, she really did.
But none of them were Jackie.
So, she caved, cause Jackie was too proud to do it, and Shauna loved her too much not to.
“I missed you, Shippy”, Jackie had said to her the first night she called Jeff’s grandpa’s house. “Can we call every night, just so we can catch up?”
Shauna smiled freely, weirdly comfortable with not being seen. “Of course we can call every night, Jax. Now tell me, how was the road trip?” She pulled the covers up to her chin. “Is Florida really as humid as Lottie says?”
They talked until midnight, not caring about Shauna’s phone bill at first. When Shauna’s mom heard them on the phone for the third night on a roll, she made Shauna hang up and promise to only call on the weekends since she was already picking up extra shifts at the hospital in preparation for Shauna’s application fees that were coming up in the fall.
Jackie didn’t care about the Sadecki’s phone bill, so she took care of it. They would get on at ten, when Jeff’s parents made Jackie go to her designated bedroom and hang up after midnight every single night. Shauna talked about her shift on the snack shack and how she couldn’t handle one more day of Misty’s obsession with coach Ben – who she was pretty sure was dating this one guy he always went to the club with –, and she would try her best not to guilt shame Jackie about leaving her to deal with Quigley’s quirks. Jackie told her about being tired of going fishing and golfing with Jeff and his grandfather, and how her hair was always frizzy even though she brushed to perfection every morning. She mostly complained about Jeff’s not-so-subtle advances, though.
“He’s horny all of the time, Shaunie” she mumbled, absently. “It’s like my breathing turns him on. I don’t think I can give any more hand jobs without twisting my wrist.”
Shauna bit her lip, conflicted. She hated Jeff for pushing Jackie into doing something she clearly didn’t want to, but she couldn’t really judge him for wanting Jackie. Her best friend was like the perfect girl, no wonder every guy turned their necks when she walked past them. Jackie Taylor was everyone’s type with her slim body, her toned legs and small waist.
“Does he…”, Shauna pressed her lips and closed her eyes, gathering the courage to ask what she wanted. Girls talked about this stuff. It was normal. “Does he return the favor?”
Jackie snorted. “You know he’s not the best at doing that.”
Shauna did know that. Jackie talked extensively about Jeff’s lack of finger to eye coordination.
“You know what they say,” Shauna said. “Practice makes perfect.”
Jackie laughed at that. “I don’t think my vagina can take much more of his practice rounds.” She sounded sad. “It’s like he can’t get me wet for the life of him, Shippy. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, I don’t know. He does try really hard, you know? But the friction hurts me so bad.”
This was one of the rare situations that made Shauna feel pitiful of Jackie. Imagine having the perfect life – perfect body, perfect personality, seemly perfect boyfriend – and still not being able to have an orgasm.
“But do you tell him that?” Shauna asked, unable to let it go like she usually did. Normally, just the thought of Jackie and Jeff doing… things made her gag, but Jackie being miles and miles away from home gave her some sense of courage to just… talk. Like best friends were supposed to. “That you’re not getting off at all?”
Jackie laughed. “Of course I don’t. That’s not how these things work, Shipman.”
“Yeah? And how do things work?” She pushed. “You’ll be miserable and unsatisfied for another year until you drop him to go to college, that’s it?”
“I’m not miserable.” Jackie entered the defensive mode. “I know how to-” she cut herself short, suddenly. Shauna’s mind went nuts over how that sentence was going to end. “I got an A- in Health Class last semester, let’s just say that.”
Shauna’s breath caught. There was no way Jackie was admitting to that. Puritan, future Captain, Jackie Taylor wouldn’t talk so freely about masturbation.
“Are you saying what I think-”
“What? You don’t do it?”
Shauna gulped. “I-I do.”
There was just silence between them for a couple of seconds.
“I figured.” Jackie grumbled, her voice raspy as always. “And do you do it often?”
“Uh, a couple of times a week, maybe?” Why did that sound like a question? How on earth would Jackie know how many times a week Shauna masturbated? “It depends, I guess.”
Jackie hummed. “Same here.”
“Yeah?” This was stupid. She was stupid. Why couldn’t she form a simple sentence? This was Jackie, for crying out loud. Her best friend since kindergarten. Girls talked about this stuff; she spent hours laughing about it with Van and Nat last week. It was normal. She should be normal. “And why don’t you just… tell him how you like it?”
Ok, bringing Jeff back to the conversation should help.
“And how would I do that, Shipman?” Jackie sounded frustrated. “Should I guide his hands over my shorts?”
Something was very much wrong with Shauna. Her insides should not have twisted at the mere thought of Jackie guiding her hands between her legs, especially because Jackie wasn’t talking and much less thinking about her in that situation. She was thinking about Jeff, her boyfriend of three years. Not Shauna, her lap dog of a friend.
“Maybe you should, yeah.” And she should stop indulging in this topic before she loses a pair of perfectly good panties over it. “Tell him exactly what you need him to do to finally get you off.”
“Cause we know he can’t do it by himself, right?” Jackie went along, sounding breathy. “So, I have to guide his fingers over my clit just so he knows where to press it, is that it?”
Well, that was an unexpected turn of events. Maybe Shauna wasn’t the only one feeling more comfortable with the distance. And, apparently, she definitely wasn’t the only one feeling things over this line of conversation.
“Yeah, but… still over your shorts, right?” She made herself talk before she, and especially Jackie, lost the courage to keep going. She wasn’t the most experienced on all-things sex, but she knew momentum was everything and she was not going to fumble this opportunity. “It’s nice to start things up slowly.”
“Uh-huh. Don’t want to sound desperate.”
Right, cause Jackie’s voice didn’t sound desperate at all.
“Where would you teach him all of this?” Shauna was a visual learner, and she wanted to remember this night, so she was going to paint a picture of it in her mind. “And what would you be wearing for this lesson?”
Jackie all but giggled. “I’m wearing that satin blue pajama set, the one-”
“I gave you last Christmas.” Shauna filled in the gap. “Yeah, he would- That outfit would really work on him.”
“I know it would, it works on everyone.”
Shauna was going insane. She knew she was the only who had seen Jackie on that damn pajama set, the one that hugged her hips perfectly and made her legs look as long as Lottie’s cause it rolled up on her tights with every slight movement; the one with the heart-shaped cleavage that always claimed Shauna’s eyes. And since Jackie and Jeff only did things on the back seat of his car or on the bathroom of any parties they went to cause Jackie didn’t want to risk him getting too excited and trying to actually fuck her, Shauna could bet that the everyone in Jackie’s sentence resumed to herself and herself only. Jackie was wearing – or at least making Shauna picture her wearing, Shauna didn’t know which was worse – a pajama set she knew it made her go nuts.
“And it’s satin” Shauna wetted her lips, pressing her legs together. “So, he would be able to feel if he’s doing a decent job.”
“Especially cause I don’t wear panties to bed” Jackie whispered and Shauna throbbed. “I’m in my bed, by the way. And it’s working, I’m already…”
“What?” Shauna asked, not because she didn’t know the end of the sentence. But because if they were going to do this – and they were –, she wanted to be as explicit as possible. The picture needed to be clear. “Say it, Jax.”
“Wet.” Shauna was the first to break, whimpering at the word and the needy tone on Jackie’s voice. “I’m wet already, Shaunie. I think we should go under the shorts.”
Shauna got settled between her pillows and flexed her knees, her eyes closed so she could hear everything coming from the other side of the landline. She didn’t want to think about her absent father right now, but she couldn’t help but mentally thank him for paying for the second line and getting her a cordless phone for her birthday.
“Wait,” she said it, hurrying to finish the sentence before Jackie got any wrong ideas. “What about your ti- breasts?” Yes, they were basically having phone-sex, but she still didn’t feel comfortable using tits. “He can’t forget them.”
“My tits?” For someone as good at deflecting as Jackie was, she could be blunt when she wanted and apparently, she saved all her bluntness for this situation. “I don’t really care-”
“I bet they’re perfect” Shauna knew Jackie hated her breasts, she always said they were too small, not attractive enough for guys. She didn’t know about the guys, but she has spent more time trying not to stare at Jackie’s perfectly round breasts than she would like to admit it. It happened involuntarily – in the locker room, through the mirrors in their rooms, on their annual trip to the beach. She couldn’t help but imagine touching Jackie’s breasts, feeling her pink peaks with the tip of her fingers and, maybe, sliding her tongue through them just to feel them hardening. “I bet they’d fit perfectly on m- his hands.”
“You think so?” Jackie whimpered. “Then maybe he should get to them.”
“While kissing your neck” Shauna kept the train going, her cold fingers going up her torso to find her hardened nipples. “Does he know how wet you get when someone nips on your ear and your shoulder?”
Ok, so they practiced making out. That was normal, right? Kissing and biting and straddling your best friend during sleep overs or before going out to parties or on away games’ hotel rooms? Not every girl, but most of them did it, right? It was only fair for Shauna to use the knowledge she gathered from those moments, right? She didn’t know Jackie got wet when she bit and sucked – without leaving any hickeys, cause those were lame – on her skin, but she did get soaked when her best friend straddled her and her knee accidentally rubbed between her legs that one time. So, she figured it happened to Jackie too and, if Jackie could use the pajama thing, she could use the neck-biting thing.
“Fuck, Shauna” Shauna, not Jeff. Fuck, Shauna! “I’m so hard. My nipples, they’re so hard right now.”
Fuck it, she was going for it. She was not about to make Jackie cum from a thousand miles away only to hear Jeff’s name coming from her mouth. If he couldn’t get her girlfriend to an orgasm, shame on him, Shauna apparently could without even touching Jackie, so she was getting the praise for it.
“Squeeze them between your fingers for me, Jax.” She basically ordered, doing the same on her end. “Feel how hard they get.”
She closed her eyes, pressing her thumb and pointer fingers on her already hardened tips. Her hips moved ever so slightly when she heard Jackie gasp on the other side.
“Are you-”
“I am, yeah” Shauna answered, her breath already broken. “Should I not?”
Jackie groaned. “Of course you- Don’t make me spell it out, Shipman.”
“I don’t know, Jax” Now she was just being a little shit. “I think you should say it.”
She also wanted to leave no room for Jackie to step back and make her sound crazy if she ever brings this up. Not that she would ever have the courage to do so.
“Can we go under now?” The thing is, Jackie Taylor was a brat. She wasn’t going to give up control that easily. “I’m dripping over here.”
“Dripping? Really?” Shauna’s hips buckled up. “How do you know that?”
“I can feel it on my tights, Shippy.” Shauna almost came on the spot with just the sound of Jackie’s needy voice in her ears. “And we both know how good this pajama fits me, don’t want to risk losing it over a couple of minutes of edging.”
Shauna had to laugh at that. “I can get you another fucking pajama, Jax.”
“Can you just get me off, though?”
“It feels better when you stretch it out, trust me, ok?” She slid her hand through her belly, following the fuzzy path down to the elastic band of her boyshorts. “Get off your shorts, now.”
“What are you wearing?” She could hear the shuffling of the sheets and Jackie’s speedy breathing; her best friend was getting naked for her.
“I’m going under my underwear, the boyshorts.”
Jackie whimpered. “Can I-”
“Yeah, Jax. You can touch yourself.” Now that was the craziest sentence she ever spoke. She didn’t follow through, she wanted to hear Jackie’s reaction, and it was worth it. Jackie moaned, low and raspy, and Shauna echoed. “Fuck, are you-”
“I’m so wet, Shippy.” Jackie said. “It’s never been like this before, fuck.”
Shauna finally touched her own pussy, fingers trembling with the image of Jackie doing the same all the way in Florida. “Rub your clit for me, Jax. Feel it getting hard under your fingers.”
Jackie seemed not to care about being heard, her moans were clear as day in Shauna’s ear. “Can I go in? Please, Shauna, let’s go in.”
“Fuck, Jax” she whined, a low moan scaping through her lips. “I’m so wet right now.”
Her fingers circled her clit slowly and she had to bite her lip to keep from getting as loud as Jackie was being. Shauna slid her fingers down to her entrance, spreading her wetness through her warm folds; her hips moved in response and she changed positions, lying face down ass up on the mattress.
“I wish it was your fingers on me” Those words made her scream unto the mattress. “Maybe your mouth too, if you behaved.”
“Go in right now, Jackie,” she ordered and Jackie obeyed, by the guttural sound she let out. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Fuck, Shauna,” Hearing her name on Jackie’s lust filled voice almost killed her. “They slid right in, both of them.”
She kept on rubbing her swollen clit, her mouth watering with the thought of Jackie finger fingers deep on herself, imagining and wishing it was Shauna getting her off. Her hips did all the work, going up and down on her hand while her clit sat between her middle and ring fingers.
“Can you take three?” She just went for it, shame no longer being in the realm of emotions she was able to feel it.
“I don’t-” Jackie started, but the sentence was cut short by yet another moan. “Jesus, I’m not going to last. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“It’s ok, Jax. Just come for me, ok?” She entered herself then, closing her eyes at the pleasure of feeling filled and at the sounds coming from the other end of the line. “C’mon, Jax, you’re doing so good.”
Jackie came with Shauna’s name on her lips, and Shauna came with Jackie’s moans in her ears. She let her body fall on the mattress, but kept her hand between her legs, thrusting her hips into it just for the thrill of it.
“Well.” Jackie giggled after a whole minute of trying to get her breathing under control. They should work on their stamina if they want to get to nationals in the fall. “I guess that answers a lot of questions.”
Shauna stilled. “What questions?”
“Uh,” Jackie paused. “I don’t know. About me not being able to-”
“Cum?”
“Yeah, Shipman. Now I know-”
“What to tell Jeff.” Shauna got back to herself, finally coming down from the orgasm.
“Well, yes.” Jackie accepted her way out of the sticky situation they got into. “But also-”
Shauna breathed out, going back to her role as the responsible and gullible best friend. The who doesn’t question Jackie’s actions even when her own feelings are on the line. The one gives and lets Jackie take everything she wishes.
“It’s ok, Jax. We don’t have to talk about it.”
And this time it really was ok. This time, Shauna got to take something herself. If she died and went to hell, it would probably appear to her as this room, her room. And, after tonight, she would eternally lie in bed clutched to the knowledge that she called Jackie Taylor on the phone and she touched herself. She touched herself.
“Oh, ok then. We’ll talk tomorrow?”
“And everyday after that. Good night, Jax.”
“Good night, Shaunie.”
Shauna laughed herself to sleep that night, knowing that would not be last time they talked on the phone.
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