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"Hiya, Hot Stuff," Penelope greeted through her ear buds as she set up a round of Mario Kart with Tara.
While the Nintendo Switch wasn't necessarily Tara's favourite gaming console, it was far more portable than the alternatives, so she always took it with her on cases. It was merely a bonus that Penelope also had a Switch, so they could play online together even when they were apart.
"Hey, babe," Tara replied.
It came out slightly muffled on Penelope's end, but she just assumed it was because Tara was using the voice app on speakerphone. She'd just gotten back to the hotel an hour prior and as soon as she'd eaten, Tara text her girlfriend to see if she was up for a quick round of racing.
Penelope never turned down an invitation to kick Tara's ass in Mario Kart. Despite the fact she gamed far less often than her partner, Penelope was the reigning champion when it came to this game. Tara never complained though, she humbly deferred to the Queen of Kart and never got upset anytime Penelope beat her.
There were some more muffled sounds over the call and Penelope adjusted her headphones in an attempt to troubleshoot the noise. Whatever was causing the distortion made Tara sound slightly out of breath, like she was only pronouncing every other syllable. Admittedly, the Nintendo Online phone app wasn't the greatest tech and it wasn't unusual for the pair to give up on it completely, instead, they'd just call each other on speaker while they played.
"I-I'm, ah, ready," Tara said through the strained connection.
"What's going on with the call? I don't think it's my end. Is it just shitty hotel Wi-Fi? It sounds like you keep cutting out."
Suddenly, Tara's voice came through crystal clear. "Oh, uh, sorry. I think my phone was just too far away. I said I'm ready when you are."
"I was born ready," Penelope quipped.
"O-oh god, hm, okay," Tara stammered, almost breathlessly. "Let the best woman, ah, win."
Penelope frowned down at her phone as if Tara could see the concern on her face. "Tara, honey, you sure you're good?"
Another muffled noise, a pause, then Tara replied, "Mhmm, so good. Let's just play."
For Penelope, picking out her character was easy enough. She was a ride-or-die lover of the heavy weight class; tonight, she was playing as Roy, while driving the Mr. Scooty. She swore by the combination and her winning streak proved that it obviously worked for her.
Tara preferred a light-weight with a four wheeled vehicle herself. She was racing with Boswer Jr. this evening, though, she hadn't changed from the default go-kart for her vehicle. It wasn't a 'bad' combination, but Penelope did cast a judgemental glare at her TV when Tara's character appeared on the starting line.
"You're so screwed!" she teased.
Tara let out a small noise, whether in agreement or disagreement Penelope couldn't say for sure.
When the race began, Penelope landed the boost and it sent her flying, but as she watched Tara fall behind on the map, she wondered if, maybe, her girlfriend was only placating her by playing a round tonight. She wasn't as good as Penelope at the game, but this seemed like Tara wasn't even trying.
"Babe, we don't have to play this," Penelope announced.
"Ah, shitttt, hm," Tara groaned. "No, no, it's good. I'm fine, Penny. I'm just....oh, fuccckkk!"
Penelope was no stranger to Tara's fowl mouth when she gamed, but her current profanity didn't sound like it was born of frustration. It almost sounded like...
Her eyes went wide as she struggled to focus on the race while a thought hit her. "Tara, darling," she began sweetly. "Is our lovely girlfriend with you?"
This time, the sound that escaped Tara's lips was unmistakable for anything other than a deep moan. It sent Penelope's pulse plummeting to between her legs.
"Yep, but she's, uh, hmmm, oh god, a little...preoccupied," Tara replied.
"Ohhhhh," Penelope whispered. It was a good thing she could race by muscle memory alone, because her attention was far from the game now that she realised what was happening.
"Did y-you need her?" Tara rushed between soft gasps.
"Not as much as you do, apparently."
Emily chuckled into the receiver as she finally announced herself. "Hey, babe. I'm here."
"Mhmm, I gathered as much," Penelope replied. She shifted on the couch so she was sitting with one leg bent, the heel of her foot pressed firmly against her cunt to alieviate some of her growing arousal while she tried to stay focused on the race. Still, she couldn't help herself from asking, "What exactly are you two, uh, doing together right now?"
Tara muttered another string of obscenities, though at least a few were because she had dropped into last place. "Just, um, hanging out..."
"She's eating you out right now, isn't she?" Penelope questioned, her breath suddenly turned short and sharp at the mental image. There were plenty of pros in regards to having two incredibly sexy partners, but the two of them keeping each other company while on cases was something Penelope lamented about in their absence.
"Mhmm." It was all Tara could get out as she juggled talking on the phone, playing the game, and enjoying Emily's skillful tongue.
"You know this is not what I meant when I said you were screwed," Penelope said sarcastically.
"Yep, but here I am," Tara responded.
Emily slipped two fingers inside her a d Tara moaned loudly. The intimate sound filled Penelope's headphones and if she didn't need both hands for her controller, she would have already slid one into her underwear.
"And, uh, I don't suppose you'd want to switch to a, uh, video call?" she asked as casually as she could.
"After the race," Emily said. Or at least, that's what Penelope assumed she said through her muffled words.
Tara's breath became uneven, filling Penelope's ears, distracting her further. She realised she could even make out the wet sounds of her girlfriend's cunt and moans of delight from Emily too. Penelope fumbled with her controller as she became entranced.
She tried to masturbate the best she could while simultaneously playing through the next three courses of the Star Cup, but she wasn't getting the anywhere fast with either task.
By the time the race reached the final results, Penelope had already stopped caring about how badly she lost. As soon as the round was over, her hand fully slipped into her underwear as she sighed in quiet relief.
"Video," she reminded. "I-I want video."
The game app went dead, then her phone immediately received an incoming video call from Tara. Penelope connected and her pussy instantly spasmed around her fingers at what she was seeing.
Tara was holding the phone from her perspective, the back camera focused on Emily, who was on her knees with her mouth and hand buried between Tara thighs.
"Fuck, you two are making me jealous," Penelope moaned, curling her fingers in time to every stroke of Emily's tongue against Tara's cunt. "Why's no one ever give me head while I play games, hm?"
When there was no reply, Tara's free hand grabbed Emily by the hair and yanked her face up to the camera. "Penelope asked you a question, Emily."
The room was only lit by a lamp somewhere off camera, but even in the low light, Penelope could see that her face was absolutely covered in cum. She fucked her own fingers faster as she enjoyed the view.
"I'll make it up to you. I'll eat you out as soon as we get home," Emily promised.
She went back to fucking Tara and now that they weren't dividing their attention with the game, both Tara and Penelope toppled over the edge in rapid succession.
Penelope smiled, her face and chest flushed from arousal. "I have to admit, this was one of your most creative sabotages."
"Sabotage?" Tara asked innocently as she turned the camera back to front facing so her girlfriend could see her smug grin.
"You distracted me," Penelope said. "That's the only reason you won that race!"
"Well, I'd like to think she won either way," Emily bragged. She came into view, sitting next to Tara, as she made a show out of sucking her fingers clean.
"You two are horrible," Penelope huffed.
Tara's smiled broadened until it scrunched up her nose. "Wanna play the next round with a wager? I was thinking... ," she reached for something out of view, then showed it to the camera, "Winner gets to control it?"
'It', in this instance was Emily's favourite vibrator, which could be controlled from anywhere in the country via an app. Penelope often used it to have sexy times with her partner when the team was away.
"She really has been good for me tonight," Tara continued. "I think she's earned her reward."
Emily knew better than to ask if she got a say in this little wager, both because she was miserably horny after eating her out, and because she knew her place in the pecking order.
Penelope's eyebrow quirked high enough to loom above her glasses frames as she regarded Tara. "Oh, you're soooooo on."
[A/N: The title of this fic was inspired by: 'Screwed' by Janelle Monáe
Find this song and all of my other song inspirations on my Spotify: w00t4ewan CM Fic Titles]