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It begins when Amber is in her room, lights off, door shut, and pants off.
She’s horny as all fucking get out, and the only thing on her mind is the golden-brown-haired girl on her phone screen. Alysa Liu is resplendent in that blue dress she’d worn in the Olympics, and right now, all Amber can think about is hiking it up and fucking the other girl senseless. Which would be easier if said girl was in the room with her, but alas, her imagination will have to do. Alysa is hopefully asleep in the other room, blissfully unaware of Amber engaging her inner goonette (and boy, had discovering that word been a trip and a half, THANKS BROOKE) while thinking about her.
In her fantasy, Alysa comes to her in that blue dress, a saucy smile on her face. Amber can already tell that Alysa has nothing on underneath it, which is perfectly fine by her, because whatever she had on underneath wouldn’t have stayed on anyway.
“Hello, Amber.” Alysa croons, like the singers of old, climbing on top of her. “I heard you wanted to celebrate…” Her eyes are glittering, shining, shimmering, splendid, her tone promising all sorts of naughty things. The golden medal that she’d won hangs off of her, reminding Amber of just how spectacular the other girl had looked when she’d performed for the world and won it. Alysa wastes no time getting straight to business, leaning down and kissing Amber, wet, hot lips against the blonde’s. Amber has always liked that about Alysa, the latter’s go get em attitude had carried them to victory in the Olympics, after all.
“Alysa…”
The word falls from Amber’s lips, reverent and soft, even as her fingers slide into her slit and begin pumping, thinking about how she wishes her own fingers were Alysa’s. She wants, needs the other girl’s frame against her own, Alysa’s breath against her skin as she tenderly fucks Amber into next month. If Alysa brings even half the passion that she puts into skating into fucking, then Amber’s legs will be shaky for at least a week, and oh, she hopes that Alysa is passionate.
Oh, who is she kidding, of course she is.
The dress is a mess in her dreams, having long since been pulled off and tossed to the side, Alysa kissing Amber feverishly, drinking of her greedily, a greed Amber is all too happy to sate. Her fingers begin pumping harder and harder, making her core pulse as she shifts into high gear and begins moaning freely. It’s not like anyone will hear anyway, and the one person she wants to be hearing her is very likely knocked out right now, or at the very least not hearing Amber going to town on her poor, needy pussy.
“Fuck, Alysa, Alysa-”
“Yes, Amber?”
Amber’s eyes shoot open, and there Alysa is.
Alysa is looking at her, wide-eyed, wearing a large, oversized t-shirt and absolutely nothing else it seems, and for a good, long moment, Amber wonders if she’s imagining the other skater standing before her. But the look in Alysa’s eyes is not something that she could come up with on her own, and so Amber takes a good, long moment to process the fact that Alysa has been standing there for who knows how long, watching her masturbate.
“...how long have you been there?” Amber squeaks, fingers leaving her pussy and almost (almost) going for her face in an effort to cover it before she remembers she’s got herself on herself. She’s pretty sure her cheeks are flaming red, and she’s hoping for nuclear war to break out to spare her the humiliation of being caught masturbating by the subject of said masturbating.
“About five minutes now. Great followthrough, by the way, some people don’t know how to move their wrists, but you do.” Alysa says, casual as you please, as if they were discussing the weather and not Amber vigorously fingering herself.
“I’m sorry, you’ve been watching me for five minutes?!”
“It was a really good show.” A pause, Alysa’s lips quirk upwards, a faint smile manifesting. “You’re really oblivious to your surroundings when you’re gooning.” Then, the golden-brown haired girl did something very, very unexpected.
She pulled off her shirt.
Amber’s brain short-circuited. Alysa was standing there, naked, mere feet away from Amber, and the words that followed had Amber praying that this wasn’t a dream. Or if it was a dream, to not wake her up right now, at least.
“Can I join?”
A half-second later, Amber was up from the bed, practically throwing herself into Alysa’s arms and yanking the other girl down onto the bed. Alysa is oh so very real, to her delight, that flashy smile she reserves for the press and the public in general now being aimed right for her. “Come here, now.” She gasps, and Alysa is all too happy to oblige, replacing Amber’s fingers with her own, as if she’d sensed what the blonde wanted the most.
“If you wanted me to fingerfuck you, you could have just come by my room and asked before your moaning got my attention through the walls.” Alysa teases, and Amber’s heart flutters at the realization that Alysa wants her too. She leans in and kisses Amber again. “Because I want to fuck you into the bed until you can’t walk.” Her fingers are already hard at work, pumping into Amber, each movement coating Alysa’s digits in more and more of her essence. “Tell me, Ambs…what were you thinking about?”
“You.”
The singular word is breathless, desperate, as Amber arches, letting more of Alysa in. Her counterpart giggles. “Be specific.” Alysa growls, teeth bared as she nips at Amber’s neck. “Tell me, Glenn, do you want me to turn you over on my knees and spank you like the naughty, naughty slut you are? Or do you want me to fuck you tenderly, like we’re newlyweds on our wedding night? Or do you want me to get a strap-on and pound you into the bed until you’re a howling wreck, unable to think about anything but me, fucking you until you forget what your name is?”
All of those sound so good to Amber, but right now, all she wants is Alysa’s fingers, her lips, everything about her. “I just want you, Alysa.” She moans, fingers coming up to cup Alysa’s face and pull her down for another kiss. “Get me off, please.”
The light in Alysa’s eyes shifts slightly. “As my lady commands.” She intones, voice softer, gentler, pressing her body against Amber’s, all warmth and light. “One good fingerfucking coming right up.” Her fingers, already moving, seem to move just a bit faster, go a bit deeper, and Amber can’t help but moan and gasp as Alysa fucks her like they’ve been doing this forever. She peppers the blonde with kisses, on her lips, her cheeks, fucking Amber with the intensity she reserves for going out on the ice.
“You’re so tight.” Alysa murmurs, as Amber goes ah, ah, ah and whines for her so good. “I love the way you moan for me.” She leans down and kisses Amber again, this time lingering, wet and sloppy. She’s met with a long, keening moan in response, and giggles. “Wow, you’re desperate to cum, aren’t you?”
Amber nods. She’s on the edge, so close, so very, very close, and Alysa is moments away from giving her what she wants. “Please.” She begs. Alysa smirks, and kisses her again, fingers shifting just a little bit and-
-Amber cums.
She whines, fingers twisting the sheets beneath her, as she pulses and echoes around Alysa’s fingers, moaning into her mouth. Alysa kisses her over and over, letting Amber moan and mewl freely, her fingers never once stopping as she pushes Amber into her orgasm, letting the other girl moan her delight freely into the air. Amber’s legs are spread, the blonde’s hair a mess, as she moans for Alysa as loudly as she pleases, one wave of pleasure blending smoothly into another. All she can think of in that moment is that she doesn’t want it to end, and Alysa seems to sense her desire, because she pushes the blonde into a second orgasm, then a third, a fourth-
-and then Amber’s weightless, floating away in a haze.
She imagines holding Alysa, telling her she loves her, and kissing her, asking her to never leave.
It’s a good dream to fall into a dreamless sleep with.
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The sunlight in her eyes is what wakes her up.
Amber groans awake and blinks several times, staring up at the ceiling. There’s a soft, cool breeze against her legs that tells her she’s not wearing pants, and she’s fairly certain she’s not wearing a shirt either. Fuck, that session got out of hand. She thinks, smirking slightly at her vivid imagination. Alysa catching her masturbating, then joining in and fucking her senseless. A fun fantasy, but she’s certain Alysa wouldn’t actually do that. She moves to get up-
-and the weight on her body keeps her from doing so.
She blinks, and notices the distinctive, iconic frame of Alysa Liu in bed with her, cuddled up to her and snoring quietly on top of her. For a moment, Amber wonders when her imagination became that vivid, and then it hits her.
It was real.
“Ooh, fuck me.” She murmurs, and Alysa rouses.
“Sure, but I want a shower first.” The other girl says, smiling lazily at Amber. Amber blinks several times, and then reaches out and cups Alysa’s cheek.
“...so, all of that last night…” She begins, voice shaky.
“Not a dream, all real.” Alysa confirms. “You came like, six times, then told me you loved me, then passed out.” She quirks her head a bit. “Not that I mind the idea of us being together-together…”
“I like it too.” Amber says, and then she’s up, pulling Alysa towards the bathroom. “Shall we pick up where we left off, preferably with me returning the favor?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
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PSA: THESE WALLS ARE THIN, PEOPLE. - a note found taped to the fridge, in Isabeau Levito’s handwriting
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