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Nancy didn’t know the name of the cocktails Robin had been handing her. She hadn’t really thought to ask. They were pink - alarmingly pink - and sweet, and each one had a little cherry on a stick that Robin insisted on feeding to her like she was a little kid. They were also, judging by the buzzing in her ears and the warmth that was flooding her top to toe, really, really strong.
She heard Robin laughing next to her, rough and loud, and when she looked at her she had her head thrown back and her mouth wide open, white teeth glinting in the lights of the bar. The buzzing moved from Nancy’s ears, centering at the nape of her neck, and she felt her eyes begin to droop, gaze focussing on the sweat-sheened dip of Robin’s clavicle, then on the small, pert curve of her tits, and then falling onto her legs - tanned from the long days in the sun, covered in tawny hair that shone like spun gold.
‘Yo! Wheeler!’ Robin’s voice was almost hoarse - they’d been at the bar for hours now, singing along to every song, having to scream so they could hear each other properly.
Nancy blinked, dragging her heavy head up to look Robin in the face.
‘You look done for, dude,’ Eddie yelled, and Nancy looked up at him - his legs thrown over Steve’s lap, back resting against the wall, Steve staring at him like he was a puppy that’d fallen out of the sky.
‘I’m fine,’ she called back across the table, rolling her eyes.
She wasn’t fine. Or, like, she was, but she wasn’t fine enough that she didn’t hiccup as soon as she’d finished talking, or fine enough that she could stop her gaze landing on Robin’s tits when Eddie stopped yelling at her.
‘I can walk you home?’ Robin was suddenly very close to her, and she smelled like sweat, and Old Spice, and cheap beer. Nancy tore her gaze away from Robin’s barely-there cleavage, and found Robin’s face even closer than she’d been expecting. Her breath smelled even more like the shitty beer she’d been drinking, and her whole face was sweaty and flushed pink, and her lips were hanging open so Nancy could see her tongue. Nancy swallowed, and swayed a little, her head making direct contact with Robin’s bony shoulder.
‘Okay - okay - okay,’ Robin yelled, snorting out a laugh, ‘I will walk you home, man, you’re wasted.’
‘Walk her home!’ Steve’s voice barely carried over the bass of the music, but it was there, and Nancy smiled against the shape of Robin’s shoulder - it was still nice that he worried, even if she didn’t like him anymore.
‘I’m going to, asshole!’ Robin shouted in reply, then, yelling almost directly into Nancy’s ear, ‘get up Wheeler, we’re gonna wheeeeeeeel you outta here.’
Nancy half-heartedly slapped at Robin, batting at her like she was a fruit fly, and couldn’t stop herself from squealing as she felt a pair of wiry arms wrap around her waist and pull her to her feet.
‘Jeez, dude, chill out!’ Eddie was laughing as he shouted, ‘no need to go all Hulk on her, y’know.’
‘She’s heavier than she looks, man!’ Robin yelled back, and this time Nancy smacked her properly, and managed to bat her away enough so she was standing on her own two - more or less stable - feet.
‘I’m fine!’ Nancy hooked her arm through Robin’s, trying not to sway too much in her kitten heels, ‘so I’m going to walk Robin home, ‘kay?’
‘Sure you are, princess,’ Robin laughed, and her smile was wide and goofy, and her eyes were shining bright, bright blue, and Nancy felt something twist in her gut.
‘I am, now come on before I send you out there on your own…’
Nancy could feel her words slurring, but thankfully the boys were already too absorbed in one another’s company to notice, and apparently Robin was going along with the whole stupid charade so she didn’t point it out either. She dragged Robin through the dancers towards the cloakroom, and leaned heavily against the wall while Robin picked up their jackets from the scrawny little guy in the booth.
‘Here ya go, Wheeler.’
Robin held up Nancy’s jacket - pastel green, pinstriped - and Nancy just about managed to turn around without falling over so she could stick her arms in the damn thing. She felt somethig brush against her scalp - warm, quick - and leaned back against Robin with a smile. It was nice - being close to someone - and even though she was drunk she didn’t feel weird about it like she would if it was a guy. Trusting guys had never come super easy to her, they always seemed to want something different to whatever she wanted, and they had weird ways of getting what they wanted, and just generally she felt weird being drunk around them anyway, so being here with Robin was just -
‘Nancy! ’
Robin’s face was an inch away from hers, and her lips looked really soft, and her cheekbones were shining with glitter.
‘Mmm?’
‘Time to go, man!’ Robin grinned, lopsided and super, super cute, and Nancy hummed again, her head bobbing in a sort-of nod.
Robin chuckled, and looped her arm around Nancy’s waist, and within seconds there was a whoosh of chilly, fall air, and they were outside. Nancy wasn’t sure what time it was - Robin had told her not to bring a watch - but the sky above them was pitch black, studded with stars, and it was cold, even with Robin so close to her, practically frog-marching them home.
She hadn’t even thought about it when they were in the bar, but with the cold, and the speed Robin was walking, and the, like, 5 or 6 cocktails she’d had, she finally put a finger on what that weird twisting feeling in her belly was.
‘Robin…..’
Nancy’s voice sounded more like a whine, and Robin blinked, stopping them both in their tracks.
‘Yuh-uh, what?’ she wished she sounded a bit - a bit cooler, or something, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself talking to Nancy like some kind of frat bro. It’s just that Nancy was so cute and put together and she had a jawline that Robin would quite gladly slice herself open with if she asked; now she was all flushed with the booze and the cold, and her eyes were wide and dark and, like, kind of needy.
Nancy leaned closer to her. Like, super, super close. ‘Robin I really need to pee.’
Nancy looked so sad about the concept of having to pee that Robin couldn’t stop herself from snorting, but then she felt bad because Nancy already looked so forlorn. So, she looked around for the nearest alleyway. She wasn’t a stranger to having to pee in the street - she didn’t make a habit of it per se but when you gotta go, you gotta go, y’know? - so an alley was always a safe bet.
‘So go pee in there, Nance,’ Robin waved her arm in the direction of the alley, ‘I can wait here.’
Nancy’s face screwed up at that, like a toddler who’s been told to eat their damn greens, and she pretty much hissed, ‘Ew, no! Robin that’s gross! If I pee in there I’ll get pee on my dress and I like this dress - I’m not a frickin’ street cat!
Robin snorted again, and then she sighed because the beer was making her way, way too fuzzy to make a decent pussy joke.
‘So you should’ve gone at the bar, dumbass!’
Robin winced just as the words left her mouth, because Nancy’s face crumpled up even more. God, she looked like she was about to cry.
‘Ugh, ugh - look, look okay I’ll come with you, huh? I can, like, stand guard or whatever, or find you a clean bit of alley to pee in, or something?’
‘What d’you mean ‘or something’?’ Nancy sniffled, folding her arms under her tits (her little, pale, perky tits; Robin ran her hands over her face just so she could stop staring).
‘I dunno man! Like, I can hold your dress or your jacket or whatever!’
Nancy’s eyebrows shot up at that. ‘I’m not taking my dress off to pee! ’
Robin could’ve sworn that she felt her knees buckle a bit at that, but she held it together, and gave herself a mental pat on the back for it. She started steering them both towards the alley, praying that Nancy didn’t think she was being weird - or weirder than normal; whatever.
‘That’s not what I meant! I meant I’ll hold it up for you! So you don’t get pee on it ! Or would you rather just pee yourself? Huh?’
Now that was a concept to conjure up, Jesus Christ. For a second it felt like it would just remain stuck to the inside of Robin’s eyes like it’d been stapled there or something. But then, after what felt like a hundred years, Nancy replied in a small, slurred voice:
‘Fine, but if anyone sees us I swear to God …’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Robin grinned, herding her into the alleyway properly, ‘you’re super scary, now are you gonna go pee or what?’
Nancy grimaced as she picked her way through the trash and ducked behind a dumpster. Robin followed her, dutifully, and kicked the trash out of Nancy’s way as best she could, trying to make sure it looked kind of clean. She wasn’t really sure what the proper thing to do here was; she’d peed in alleyways alone, sure, but never with anyone else - certainly never with anyone as cute as Nancy Wheeler . For a minute she was pretty certain that she was just gonna pass out, but then Nancy grabbed a hold of her shoulder, leaned heavily on her, and lifted up a leg so she could pull off her panties, and then Robin was definitely certain that she was gonna just eat concrete in a second.
‘Hold these, will ya,’ Nancy sighed, holding up a tiny pair of white, lacy panties in front of Robin’s face, ‘I don’t wanna get pee on them either.’
Robin nodded, not sure she could trust whatever the fuck she was about to say in response to being handed the cutesiest pair of panties she’d ever seen. She even managed to keep her mouth shut when Nancy pulled up her big, poofy dress and turned to glare at her. Oh God, Nancy was glaring at her. Was she pissed off? Was she suddenly becoming a homophobe? Was she -
‘Hold it up then, asshole.’ Nancy cut off Robin’s wayward train of thought before it got too out of hand, and Robin (stuffing her panties in her pocket) silently thanked her for it.
She grabbed a hold of Nancy’s dress, bunching up the knee-length fabric in her hands, and before she could do anything else Nancy was crouching, so she had to crouch with her. Robin got a tantalising - a cruelly tantalising - glimpse of Nancy’s asshole, spread open as she settled into a semi-comfortable position, and she never thought that she’d think of someone’s butthole as cute but, then again, she never really thought she’d be in a position like this with anyone. Let alone with a girl like Nancy.
There wasn’t any warning before Nancy began to pee. Not that Robin was really expecting a warning, but she heard the soft hiss of liquid, the trickle of it as it ran towards the gutter, and immediately felt a spark of heat in her clit.
Now, like, Robin had never considered herself super vanilla or anything, but getting turned on by listening to a girl take a piss was a new one. She could see the pee flowing around her own boots. Worst of all, she could smell it. It wasn’t even gross, like she’d kind of expected, it smelled sweet. Really, really sweet. For one stunned moment she wondered what it must taste like.
Probably sweet as well. Sweet like candy. Sweet like all those goddamn cocktails she’d been handing Nancy all night.
Her clit throbbed as Nancy let out a long, fluttering whine, and the stream slowly trickled to a halt. It was silent, bar the very, very distant sound of music from down the street. Silent bar the soft sound of Nancy’s breathing.
She sounded out of breath, like she’d just come back from a run, and Robin squeezed her legs together with a wince, trying to somehow add and avoid pressure on her clit all at once.
‘ God …’
The word left Robin’s mouth before she could stop it, and she could’ve just kicked herself for it as she felt Nancy tense up in front of her.
‘Yeah, shut up,’ Nancy sighed, ‘I know it’s gross.’
‘Wh - hey, what? No, I, uh…’ Robin’s tongue managed to trip over every word she tried to get out for, like, a solid ten seconds, before she managed to actually say what she meant to say (with proper human words, that weren’t super garbled).
‘It was hot.’
Three words! Go Robin!
‘Like, so hot.’
Wow! Another three words!
Now, by the sound of it, it was Nancy’s turn to trip over her own tongue. She stood up (and, by necessity of keeping her dress out of the puddle of piss under them both, so did Robin), and then stayed very, very still for a second, staring at the alley wall.
‘You think me peeing in the street is hot?’ Nancy murmured, basically talking to the wall, ‘seriously?’
‘I mean! Like! Uh!’
These weren’t exactly the words that Robin was aiming for, but then Nancy turned around so fast that she let go of her dress, and then they were face to face, and then Nancy was moving forwards, and then she was kissing her, and then it just kind of…
It just kind of felt correct.
Robin felt that familiar ache in her clit as she was pressed up against the wall, and it was all she could do to wrap her arms around Nancy’s tiny waist and cling on as tight as possible. She wasn’t sure if it was the booze, or if it was just supposed to be like this, but Nancy kissed like it was going out of style. All soft, slippery tongue, cherry flavoured lipgloss, gently biting teeth; everything Robin could possibly have considered (and more) about how Nancy Wheeler would kiss.
Nancy whined against Robin’s lips, licking at her like a kitten, and Robin moaned in return. Her arms were locked around Nancy’s waist - skinny but strong - and her mouth tasted like bad beer and butterscotch candy.
From what she could dimly remember, through the haze of insanely sugary cocktails and incredible horniness, it hadn’t really been like this when she kissed Jonathan, or Steve, or any boy, really. She was soaked already, even if she wasn’t still wet with her own piss, and her clit was achingly hard as she ground up against Robin, trying desperately to feel all of it , all at once.
‘Wait, wait,’ Robin sounded breathless, giddy, and Nancy pulled away with a moue, frowning; she didn’t think Robin actually wanted to stop, so why was she talking? ‘Shut up.'
‘I didn’t say anything!’ Nancy replied, trying to fold her arms but finding herself held firm in Robin’s grip.
‘No but I could hear you thinking, dumbass - not that you’re a dumbass, obviously, I just - I just wanted to, uh, I wanted to ask…’
‘I’m not too drunk to be doing this and I’m perfectly in control of myself, thank you very much,’ Nancy was pretty sure she knew what Robin was about to ask, and it was sweet that she’d wanted to check, but it wasn’t necessary. She might be drunk, but she was not drunk enough to not want this.
‘Huh?’ Robin’s face crinkled in confusion for a second, ‘oh! Yeah, yeah I mean I kind of assumed that I guess? Which feels weird now I say it? Anyway like - mo, I mean - I mean what I actually wanted to ask - I wanted to ask if you’d let me finger you? If that’s okay? Like you don’t have to, but I wanna, if you wanna, y’know?’
A wide, stupid-looking grin spread over Nancy’s face, and she couldn’t stop herself from giggling; she’d never had anyone ask to finger her with such a serious expression.
‘I want to, yeah.’ She’d also never had to tell someone anything like this, which simultaneously made her feel really dorky and really, really horny - something to look into at a later date, she decided.
‘Yeah?’ Robin’s face lit up, and her grin must’ve been even dumber than Nancy’s, ‘you sure?’
‘Oh my god…’ Nancy rolled her eyes, giggling harder, leaning in to rest her forehead on Robin’s shoulder, ‘yes, idiot, I’m sure.’
She couldn’t be sure, but she was pretty certain that she felt Robin fist pump behind her back. Dork.
Robin’s fingers were gentle, creeping up under her dress, and she gasped softly as they brushed up against her pussy.
‘Woah …’ Robin’s voice was low, and she sounded kind of awestruck, ‘woah, Wheeler, you’re super, super wet…’
Nancy laughed, and bonked her head against Robin’s shoulder, ‘Did you completely forget why we’re in this alleyway to begin with?’
‘Oh! Oh, wow …’ Robin sounded even more amazed, as if she had literally forgotten that Nancy had just pissed in front of her, ‘wow, that is so, so hot.’
Robin pressed the heel of her hand against Nancy’s clit, now, and Nancy rolled her hips forward with a whine, grinding against her as her fingers played with the opening of her pussy. There was a loud squelch when Robin pressed her fingers inside, pumping them slowly in and out, rubbing up against the spot inside Nancy’s pussy that kind of made her feel like she had to pee again.
Nancy grabbed onto Robin with a whimper, wrapping her arms around her neck and burying her face in her hair, trying to muffle all the little sounds that she couldn’t stop herself making. Robin didn’t seem to really stop talking as she began to fuck Nancy in earnest, she kept saying how hot she was, how good she smelled (how good her pee smelled, weirdly), how soft her pussy was. Nancy smiled against Robin’s neck; Jonathan and Steve had both been kind of quiet whenever they fucked, just grunting occasionally, but she’d never had anyone who kept up a constant stream of bizarre (and somehow also really hot) dirty talk the entire time.
She liked it, sort of a lot.
Robin crooked her fingers harder, even as she kept talking, spinning out all kinds of filthy little scenarios that made Nancy’s pussy clench around her.
‘You should totally piss on me one day, Wheeler - we can do it wherever but you have to piss on me, dude, it’d be so frickin’ hot - Jesus Christ…’ Robin fucked into her even faster now, filling the alleyway with obscenely loud squishing noises.
Nancy couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed by how loud it was; Robin’s fingers felt so, so fucking good, and the heel of her hand was perfect against her swollen clit. She didn’t feel selfish for it, or self-conscious, like she sometimes had with Jonathan or Steve. She just felt good. Robin’s fingers rubbed up against the wall of her pussy with seriously uncanny accuracy, harder than she’d ever managed to do it herself, and her legs began to literally shake with how close she was to coming.
‘Oh my god you’re going to come, aren’t you?’ Robin whispered, like it was the best thing that’d ever happened to her, ‘I’m going to make you come.’
‘Yeah,’ Nancy breathed out, grinding forwards to meet Robin’s movements, ‘holy shit, yeah - keep doing that.’
She could feel Robin’s biceps flexing under her hands, just as she could feel her pussy start to clench and twitch around the intrusion of two (three? She was so wet she couldn’t even tell) fingers. The build-up of pressure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced; it just built, and built, and built until it exploded, and then she was coming all over Robin’s hand. It felt like she was still peeing, liquid spraying out of her and decorating the front of Robin’s suit; her clit was throbbing and her knees were trembling as Robin carried on, pushing her over the edge again, making her come again.
Nancy clung onto Robin’s shoulders, shaking like a leaf, and she could barely connect the distant, whimpering noises to herself; she’d never made sounds like this before - not with anyone - and she didn’t know if she could stop.
Robin’s fingers slowed down inside her, spreading her pussy lips open and stroking them gently, teasing at her urethra, petting her clit carefully as it twitched and throbbed. Nancy whimpered, pressing wet, messy kisses to Robin’s neck, not wanting to let go of her for as long as she was allowed.
She barely even registered as Robin’s fingers disappeared from her pussy - not until she looked up and saw Robin lapping at them, sucking them into her mouth one by one, cleaning off the slick and the piss that must have contributed to how wet Nancy still felt. Robin grinned around her fingers, closing her eyes and rolling her tongue around them like she’d never tasted anything better. Nancy wasn’t sure seeing someone lick your piss off their fingers was supposed to be this hot, but for the moment she wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to care.
‘You really made a mess, Wheeler,’ Robin smirked, leaning back against the wall and gesturing to the big wet patch on the front of her white shirt and pale pants.
Nancy scrunched up her face, feeling her cheeks get hot with embarrassment at how caught up she’d gotten in the whole thing, at how her pussy had ruined Robin’s clothes.
‘Hey,’ Robin flicked her nose, and Nancy forced herself to look up (she couldn’t quite manage eye contact, but she tried her best), ‘don’t look so grossed out, babe, making a mess like this isn’t actually bad, y’know.’
‘Oh yeah?’
‘Yeah,’ Robin smirked, wiggling her eyebrows, looking Nancy up and down like a bad (and super hot) parody of a guy giving her a once over, ‘not bad at all.’