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The room was dark, neon lights bleeding through the blinds. Quiet too, just the hum of the fridge and occasional coughs from Judy. The room smells like weed and sweat, a hint of mango coming from Judy’s body wash.
The merc’s blunt glowed softly between her fingers as she took another drag, eyes half lidded with parted lips, smoke curling out of her nose, slow and lazy. She passes it to Judy, who is sitting next to her scrolling through her phone, her eyes sometimes making their way to her girlfriend’s jaw, concern in eyes. It’s tight, and she’s obviously grinding her teeth. Something she usually does when her mind is cloudy.
Valerie never payed attention when smoking, always dozed off due to her overthinking. She avoided speaking, always in fear that whatever came out of her mouth would drive Judy away.
“Calabacita” Judy calls out, gentle and quiet.
V turns her head slow, as if she were waking up from a dream, lids heavy and red-rimmed eyes. Her gaze is sharp, head full with nothing but negative thoughts. Or at least that’s how she describes it.
“Huh?”
Judy just smiles, crooked and soft, the joint still resting between her fingers. She takes a hit, a long one, then carefully leans in and blows a thin stream of smoke right onto Valerie’s face. It’s warm and teasing, comfortable too.
It tickles her face but she doesn’t flinch, her dark hues watching her. She locks on the pretty girl in front of her, her chest tightening, all she can do is admire her. Her tattoos, her green and pink hair with a bit of brown, her eyes, how they scanned her with such softness.
She was wearing thin shorts and a big oversized shirt she had stolen from V, nothing underneath since she swears “underwear doesn’t let her breathe.”
I don’t deserve her, was all the merc could think.
Judy then moves, one of her legs swinging over as she settled in V’s lap, knees on either side of her hips. Her hands slip behind Valerie’s neck, joint still being held.
“Are you okay, mi amor?” she asks, making sure she doesn’t accidentally burn her.
V’s hands just find their way to Judy’s waist, she swallow hard and nods. This doesn’t convince the techie, she swears she knows Valerie like the back of her hand.
She doesn’t wait, not like she needs to. She kisses her — slow at first, smokey and sweet thanks to her strawberry lipgloss. V can’t help but hum, hands now squeezing.
The kiss deepens, her nails teasing gently along her girlfriend’s scalp, dragging slow and deliberate until a soft, breathy moan escapes, quiet and needy. Judy pulls back, the hand that held joint now in front of V’s face.
“Here,” she mumbles, her other hand now on Valerie’s cheek, caressing it ever so gently. “One more hit?”
Her hand make its way to V’s jaw, cupping it, thumb slightly pressing beneath her chin. Valerie just sighs, lips wrapping around the joint as Judy lights it up once again.
She inhaled, leaning back as her arm plopped lazily on top of the couch, her eyelids closed shut. The smoke drips from her mouth in a smooth exhale, thick and unbothered. She takes it from Judy’s hands and takes a couple more drags.
“Good girl”, Judy giggles, her hand now resting on Valerie’s thigh, thumb rubbing circles on her inner part. This would usually be something cute, intimate and casual, but if we are being honest here there is nothing casual about the way Judy’s hips start to move ever so slowly. Her mound grinding perfectly against V’s thigh.
“Ya gettin’ comfortable… or just impatient Judes?” Valerie chuckles, flicking the joint into the tray and pressing it dead with her thumb.
Judy doesn’t answer, just gives her a quick and sharp glance, eyebrow arched, already straddling V’s lap like she owned it.
Which honestly… she did.
The techie continues to move her hips, harder, teasingly, and tighter, now grinding against the pink haired girl’s thigh. Her breathing hitches, and you can start to tell she’s starting to get desperate by the way she’s biting her lip, hips jerking.
V just watches, heavy eyes, amused and hungry, hands sliding under Judy’s shirt, now resting on her sides. A smirk is now decorating her face, slight blush spreading across her chest and cheeks.
She bites her lip.
She can feel and see Judy’s body reacting to her touch, how the way her thumbs trace circles on her skin are making her shake.
“You’re shaking?” she mocks, her voice is low and thick. “Haven’t done much and you’re this worked up?”
Judy just lets out a breathy sound, somewhat between a laugh and a whimper, the merc can’t tell. She tries to answer, but can’t, a moan slips out when her clit gets caught perfectly against the flex of V’s thigh, pussy now throbbing.
V feels it, feels everything, the warmth, the way it throbs, her clit rubbing against her thigh. She can feel how wet and swollen it is, fabric so thin she swears she can feel every part of her pussy. She can’t help but grin.
“Throbbing too?”
She shifts her thigh, just a bit, enough like for it to press harder against Judy’s folds. The reaction is immediate, Jude’s back arches as her throat closes up, a gap tearing from her, raw as it fills the room.
“That better?” V asks, fingers now making their way to the hem of Judy’s shirt.
Judy nods as she lifts her arms up, snapping her fingers as a sign of permission for V to take it off. Her hips are still moving, she’s determined to continue.
V doesn’t hesitate, lifting up her shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room, Judy’s tits now on display.
And oh boy, does Valerie stare.
They’re perky, soft, just perfect. She can’t help but smile as she watches Jude’s nipples harden, web tattoo making it look always so pretty. Her chest rises with every shaky breath, warmth pooling low and deep. They’re perfect.
Valerie’s hands move up slowly over Judy’s warm and slick skin. She traces the curve of her ribs, then higher, until her hand cups one of her breast. She gives it a gentle squeeze, brushing her thumb softly against her nipple. Judy let’s out a mewl like sound.
The merc leans in and kisses the top of her boob, right where her tattoo starts. Then another kiss, a bit lower and rougher this time, lips dragging against flushed skin. She looks up, giving her another kiss right above her nipple before popping it in her mouth. She feels it perk in seconds, a slight suck that makes Judy to whimper.
She’s careful with it, flicking her tongue and slowly sucking the bud, careful to not nibble like she usually does.
What a freak.
Judy lets out a small gasp, her hips grinding harder, like the sudden jolt of pressure short circuited her balance.
V grins against her skin, tongue still teasing.
“Didn’t expect you to be this sensitive,” she mutters before dragging her mouth lightly across the other breast.
The techie moans softly, some little gasps as if she was trying to hold back. Shaky breaths everytime V touches or bounces her leg, with each passing second they get heavier and deeper. Each grind on Valerie’s thigh pulls moans out of her, cheeks and ears flushed pink, sweat beads rolling down her neck, boobs glistening.
Judy shoves V’s face deeper between her tits, holding her there. The merc tries to say something, but instead gives her a surprised look. She’s usually buried deep between Judy’s boobs, so why even the surprised look?
“Shit, V…” she whimpers, her grip getting tighter. “I’m so fucking close.”
Valerie hums, pressing her thigh up even harder. She can feel Judy burning up, slick and soaking right through her panties. Her moans get louder, longer, and more needy, her hands now roaming all over V’s upper body. With shut eyes she throws her head back, mouth falling open as she continues to rock her hips, trying her best to not lose her rhythm.
It didn’t take long before she froze, gasping, body shaking and locking up as her climax hit hard. A broken whimper tearing from her throat as she comes hard and undone, cunt throbbing around nothing.
She continues grinding, this time slowly, pushing V back. Her face makes way to her neck, now hidden at V’s neck. She chuckled, now kissing her girl’s neck and jaw, now leaving small marks. “Feeling better now, calabazita?”
“Feeling better, loser.”