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“Vickie, can you go to the storeroom and get some fresh sheets?”
“Yeah, on it”.
If there was ever a job that was the definition of a mixed bag, nursing would be it. Vickie still wasn’t sure if she absolutely loved it or utterly loathed it and seesawed between these two extremes on pretty much a daily basis.
On one hand, seeing the relief on a mother’s face when she learned that her little boy’s sledding injury was just a few minor scrapes from when the military guard tackled him was nice. On the other, having to put up with some of the more… dickhead-inclined citizens of Hawkins was never great. Especially not the guys (she swore if she heard one more creep asking her to “treat” them personally, they were getting a bedpan dumped over their head).
Still, it was all worth it, even if she wasn’t actually getting paid as a candy striper. Helping people was its own reward.
The fact her girlfriend really liked her uniform was a bonus too.
And speak of the devil, as she hurried down the corridor and passed the break room, Vickie heard a familiar voice crackling from its radio. “And next up, my beloved listeners, I was thinking we’d go a little international. Think of this next song as your one-way ticket straight to merry old England… which is probably the closest any of us are going to get to a vacation for a while… Please enjoy the one, the only, Annie Lennox of the Eurythmics. This is Here Comes the Rain Again…”
Although she didn’t stick around to enjoy the song, just the sound of Robin’s voice had Vickie grinning ear to ear as she bustled inside the storeroom. As the door swung shut behind her and she started hurriedly folding up some fresh sheets, her mind was already racing with plans to go to The Squawk after her last shift ended. It wasn’t enough to just hear her on the radio; she needed to see her. To talk to her face to face. To kiss her… And maybe something a little bit more. Especially if she wore the uniform.
She was just imagining the grin that would bloom across Robin’s face when Vickie sensed she wasn’t alone in this room. In fact, she could swear it was almost like someone was behind her…
Before she could turn around though, a pair of hands suddenly reached from behind and grabbed at her chest, grasping hold of her tits and squeezing gently but greedily through the fabric. A half-yelp half-scream left Vickie’s mouth, and she was just about to swing an elbow back into whoever this fucker was, when she felt a pair of lips press against her right ear, and a familiar, slightly raspy voice whisper straight into it.
“Hey, babe”.
“Jesus Christ, Robin!” She gasped, instantly slumping back against her in sheer relief. “You scared the shit out of me!”
Robin just let out a delighted little giggle and squeezed her breasts again, not having moved her hands at all. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, I was totally gonna say something but then I saw these and… Well, they’re just too good not to. It’s like the moment I see ‘em, I’ve just gotta feel ‘em, you know?”
“You’re worse than a guy”. Vickie huffed, but it was a fond sound.
She started to lightly massage her boobs, pressing her thumbs and fingers into her skin, through the material of her dress and bra. Vickie suppressed a shudder, as Robin said into her ear. “Hey, can you really blame me? I mean, have you seen these things?”
“Every time I look in the mirror”.
“Okay, well, no, that’s the thing, you need to look from the perspective of an outside observer, like me. Because if you did, you’d see that these are some of the most beautiful, most perfect, most amazing-”
“They’re tits, Robin. Every woman’s got them, including you”. A slight smirk tugged at Vickie’s lips as she reached around and poked a finger into Robin’s own chest, which had been pressing into her shoulder blades the whole time. She was always a little surprised when she felt them. Under all the baggy t-shirts and jackets, Robin had to have been carrying around some of the biggest boobs in Hawkins. “Especially you”.
Robin let out a little snort, but Vickie didn’t even have to look over her shoulder to know The Squawk’s DJ was blushing her favourite shade of fierce crimson. They both stood together like that for a few blissful moments, slightly swaying, Robin essentially hugging her from behind. She didn’t take her hands off her breasts, and was just casually squeezing and feeling them up, like they were stress balls.
The occasional shudder of pleasure that goes through Vickie isn’t enough to stop the mounting confusion though, as she remembered the radio in the break room. Breaking the silence, she asked. “Wait a minute, how are you here right now? I just heard you on the radio”.
“Oh, don’t worry, I pre-recorded my whole set last night”. Robin says it casually, offhandedly, seemingly more interested in drawing circles with her thumb around her hidden nipple.
But Vickie was surprised. No, more than surprised, shocked. The Squawk was Robin’s baby, she never missed a broadcast. Even when she got so sick in June that she had to have Steve hold a bucket by the microphone the whole time, she still played the airwaves without fail. “W-What? Why?”
“I wanted to see you”. Robin pressed the tip of her thumb right on top of where she knew the freshly hardened peak of Vickie’s nipple was. “Boop”.
She tried to let an annoyed huff, but it came out more like a shaky moan. “Y-You shouldn’t have done that. W-What if there was some… some breaking news you needed to report?”
“Like what?” Snorted Robin. “This just in, folks, our military sources are saying that next month’s food supply won’t include Pop Tarts?”
She looked thoughtful for a second. “Actually, that probably would cause riots”.
Vickie giggled. “You’d definitely be at the front of the mob”.
Robin laughed too and then pressed her lips to the back of her neck, suckling on a little patch of pale skin for a few seconds. A shaky breath left Vickie’s mouth, her shoulders hunching at the sharp tingle it sent through her body. “D-Did you really come all the way here just to grope me?”
“No”. Robin replied, even as she continued her relentless squeezing. “I also came to kiss you”.
That instantly had Vickie turning her head, just in time for her girlfriend to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Their lips pressed together with a moist little smack, the faint taste of strawberry lip balm on Robin’s own sending a quiet moan escaping Vickie’s throat. God, she didn’t think she was ever going to get tired of kissing her. Dan had been a great kisser, but there was a greediness to the way Robin did it, the way she’d chase after her lips if they separated for even a second. It was like she was addicted.
Robin’s tongue slipped into her mouth a few seconds later, slapping and writhing across her own, making Vickie groan. She turned around fully in her arms, and Robin’s hands shifted lower, clutching at her ass through her skirt and starting to knead her cheeks with the same shameless lust that she’d shown towards her tits.
Vickie would’ve been happy to spend an hour just like this, making out and getting manhandled by her girlfriend. The only reason she broke their kiss was because Robin suddenly pushed her up against a spare gurney, and Vickie had to put a hand back to steady herself. Their lips separated with a wet smack, a little trail of spit still connecting them until Robin slurped it up without a hint of shame. With her face as red as her hair, she gasped out a few breathy words. “W-What are you doing?”
“Well, I was kind of hoping we could…” Robin bit her lip and squeezed Vickie’s ass. She had the decency not to waggle her eyebrows though. “You know…”
Oh, wow, okay, this was like a new level of horny. “Robin, I’m working-”
“You’re changing bed sheets”. Robin interjected, before starting to peck at the pale expanse of her throat with little kisses. “Come on, Vick, I know you want to… That blush doesn’t lie…”
“Mmm… You’ve spent way too much time around Steve, you’re… You’re starting to sound like him too…”
“Well, if it gets me into as many girls pants as he does…”
“Oh my God, fine”.
She was so lucky she loved this girl.
Robin is pushing her back onto the gurney instantly, the smile on her face electric, her hands becoming jittery as she slides them down her skirt. Vickie helps her roll it up her legs, trying not to blush too fiercely as she feels her ravenous gaze travel up her pale legs, then her waist, then her stomach, and finally her chest, until the whole uniform is up and over her head, dropped down onto the floor forgotten.
Vickie doesn’t feel very hot, sitting there in a plain old beige bra and panties, but Robin is looking at her like she could eat her alive there and then. Her hands were even shakier as she placed them on the flat white plain of her stomach, the feeling of her long fingers on her bare skin sending goosebumps rippling across Vickie’s arms. Slowly, she slid her hands up, until she was cupping the undersides of her breasts and squeezing them gently through her bra. Even that was enough to make Vickie want to keen.
Robin’s thumbs hooked into the bottom of her bra cups and slid them up, just enough for the rosy peaks of her nipples to pop out. She actually licked her lips at the sight of them, and that little gesture was enough to send a tremor rumbling down through Vickie’s stomach, right down between her thighs. Robin’s hands returned to cupping her breasts, but this time, the feeling of her bare fingers on her own warm skin was like a zap of static electricity, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
A smug little smirk tugged at the corner of Robin’s lips then. “Can’t wait either, huh? God, I love how sensitive you are…”
Her voice was a rasped whisper, and Vickie could have listened to it for hours more. But Robin seemed more interested in putting her lips to work elsewhere, as she leaned up and put her mouth to her bare breast. The moment of contact sent an instant jolt down between Vickie’s thighs, and as Robin began to suckle on the plump, wobbling flesh of her underboob, she shakily slid her fingers through the DJ’s dirty golden hair.
“H-Holy shit”. She whispered, a little hoarsely, as she heard the wet sounds of Robin’s lips get to work, licking and kissing up across her tit until they reached the pink, pebbled summit. And when she felt her mouth close around her nipple and her tongue make its first swipe across it, Vickie felt like melting then and there.
Robin suckled at her breasts hard and fast, like she was afraid someone was going to take them away. The noises she made as tongue swirled around and around, the muffled moans and groans as she tasted the sweat of her girlfriend, filled Vickie’s ears and drowned out everything else. There could’ve been a nuclear explosion outside and all she would have heard was the wet pop that Robin’s mouth made as she pulled away from her right tit, inhaling a fresh lungful of oxygen, then immediately dove back down to take her left.
“I love all your little freckles”. She heard Robin whisper, before she dragged her tongue in a long, slow lick across her breast. “Someday I just wanna lay with you and count them all”.
A little chuckle escaped her lips. “I-I used to get… teased about them, you know”.
“Assholes. They’re just jealous, you know”. Robin hissed, before nipping at her underboob, catching a little roll of flesh and rolling it gently between her teeth.
“Really?” Vickie laughed lightly, twirling a little strand of golden hair around her finger. “You don’t have to lie for me, Robin”.
“I’m not”. Robin’s head popped back up in an instant, her eyes filled with resolve. Her lips were smeared with spit, almost as much as Vickie’s tits. “Vickie, you are gonna do so many amazing things when you get out of Hawkins-”
“If I make it out”. Vickie tried to interject, side-eyeing the gigantic fence currently surrounding their town.
“When”. Corrected Robin, almost sternly (God, that tone really suited her, it made Vickie tingle a little). “Remember what you told me? You’re gonna go to London and… and drink tea in the Ritz and… feed the pigeons in Hyde Park… and you’re gonna study so much and work so hard and you’ll become the most respected, most skilled, most bonkers hot Doctor anyone’s ever seen. And all those insecure douchebags are still gonna be stuck in this crummy little town, and they’re gonna be forced to see your face on TV screens and newspapers every day. You’re gonna take this whole goddamn world by storm, Vickie, I know you are”.
Vickie wasn’t sure when the tears first pricked at the corners of her eyes. All she knows is they’re threatening to spill when Robin finishes her speech. She sniffles, and rubs fiercely at her eyes, even as she smiles at the girl in front of her. This amazing, infuriating, nattering whirlwind of a girl that she was so glad she had made PB&Js with that day in the school gym.
She takes Robin’s face between her hands and pulls her into a burning hot kiss, her lips muffling the gasp the DJ makes. While her lips are occupied, Robin’s hands go right back to work, squeezing and massaging her girlfriend’s saliva splattered boobs. Their tongues writhed and wrestled together, their eyes flickering closed, both their minds empty of everything except the feeling and sound of the girl in front of them.
Vickie didn’t know how long they kissed for, only that their lips separated when she felt Robin’s hand slide lower. A shaky gasp left her throat as she felt her fingers tickle across her stomach, until they finally pressed against the soaked crotch of her panties.
“Oh fuck…” Robin groaned, biting her lip. “Did you really get this wet just from me playing with your boobs?”
Vickie can only manage a quiet “uh-huh”, and Robin lets out a breathless, delighted laugh. She rubs her fingers across the wettest spot, listening to the slight squelch it makes, before slipping beneath her underwear. It isn’t the first time she’s touched her bare pussy, but with how sensitive she is, it might as well be.
She’s so wet, and so desperate, and so fucking in love with this amazing girl, that Vickie can’t bare any more waiting, any more teasing. She whispers, low and rasping. “Robin… R-Robin, please…”
“What, babe? What is it?” She can fucking hear the smile on her face. “What do you need, Vick?”
“Just… Just put them inside, I… Please, Robin…”
“Your wish is my command”.
Two of Robin’s fingers slip inside her with ease, sinking up to the knuckle in one slow but steady push, which instantly sent her back arching and a long, long groan emanating from her parted lips. The sound is quickly swallowed though, as Robin jams her mouth against hers again in another ravenous kiss. Their tongues flex and writhe against each other, her spit sparkling across Vickie’s taste buds, as Robin’s fingers began to slide, in and out, of her sopping wet pussy, in a rhythm that they’d tested and “practised” over the span of the past eighteen months until it was just perfect.
Vickie’s clit throbbed, desperation for stimulation, hungry for it, which Robin provided with her thumb, circling around the little pink nub again and again. She was toying with her, drawing out more and more needy whines that got higher and higher pitched until she sounded like a lost little puppy. Which just made the pleasure that came soaring through her when she finally, finally, stroked her thumb across it even more euphoric.
She wasn’t sure how long they went on like that for. It felt like seconds, was probably minutes and should have been hours. Robin stroking her fingers into her cunt, picking up her pace until it felt like her hand was a blur, teasing and flicking her clit with that swiping little thumb. Groping her tits with her other hand, squeezing and massaging and playing with her pale mounds like they were dough she was kneading. Swallowing all the noises she made with deep, starving kisses, whispering when they broke to suck in lungfuls of sweet air. “Sssshhhh… Don’t want some nosy nurse to stick her head through the door, right?”
That danger, the chance of getting caught, it should’ve scared Vickie. If some passing doctor or patient heard their moans through the door, or Nurse Judith strolled in to get a fresh bedpan, and saw them… It wouldn’t just be the end of her time as a candy striper. It would spell the end of her hopes to become a real doctor. No institution was gonna trust the girl who was horny enough to fuck amongst precious medical supplies. Not to mention how the local yokels would react to two girls being the ones to commit such shameful acts. They’d probably be run out of town, at the very least.
Doom. Despair. Disaster.
But Vickie found, in that moment, with her gorgeous girlfriend’s fingers jammed inside her pussy and her lips still deliciously sore from their last kiss, she just couldn’t give a single fuck.
She was pretty sure it was that feeling exactly which drove her over the edge.
“O-Oh, oh, oh, shit-” Was all the warning Robin got before Vickie’s pussy spasmed around her digits, squeezing them vice-like as its owner let out a moan that would’ve shaken the walls if she hadn’t been swiftly muffled by yet another kiss.
Vickie rode out the orgasm in Robin’s embrace, her fingers still pumping in and out, but lighter now, like she was coaxing the last ebbs of pleasure from her system. It was only after she was certain that the last aftershocks had faded away that she finally slid her fingers free of her cunt, and held them up for them both see.
Robin’s fingers shone in the light, completely dripping in her juices. And then, as Vickie watched with wide eyes, she slid them into her mouth and sucked them clean.
“Jesus Christ”. Vickie slumped back onto the gurney, closing her eyes and trying to steady her breathing.
She heard Robin laugh. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just…” She hummed. “Thinking about all the disinfecting I’m gonna have to do in here”.
“Oh, yeah”. It was like Robin had only just remembered where they were. “You mind if I don’t stick around for that part?”
Vickie didn’t even have the energy to roll her eyes.