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Trixie was harsh when she was mad. She could be blunt, cynical, down right nasty if she really wanted to be. And this break-up really called for her to be nasty. Cheated on twice. After a second chance, Trixie really hoped that Gabriella had changed, but clearly, she was the same liar Trixie deep down always knew that she was. Trixie felt like Gabriella wanted her to find out, like Gabriella didn’t have the guts to pull the plug on the life-support relationship they had been spoon feeding for weeks, so Gabriella kept pushing Trixie to her limit. Went out late and got back late, taking eons to respond to messages even though Trixie knew Gabriella was always on her phone. Gabriella seemed to do everything in her power to end things without formally ending things, and Trixie, the doormat she could be, let it happen for longer than she was willing to admit. 

When it finally came to be too much, it was because Gabriella left her phone on the bedside table while she showered. She kept getting pinged while Trixie was practicing an acoustic set casually in bed. Gabriella knew she was practicing, and left the ringer on anyway, a little pet-peeve Trixie had reminded Gabriella of before. Trixie had her insecurities, but she had enough self-worth to not be a jealous girlfriend. Trixie wasn’t a jealous person. She usually was trusting and sympathetic. A little too sympathetic at times, definitely to a fault, as Pete would often say. It was out of character to peer at the screen, but the notifications only confirmed what she had already known. Grainy pixelated pictures of some other girl's tits in Gabriella’s instant messages. 

When Gabriella came home with lipstick stains on her blouse the first time, Trixie was able to brush it off. Chalked it up to a drunk night out, with some stranger. But tit pics of their mutual friend was the last straw, especially when it was so painfully obvious that Trixie was supposed to see them. 

Trixie didn’t find out about the ex-mutual friend and Gabriella’s outings until weeks later when said friend brought up Gabriella and how they had gone out together on the same night Gabriella came home with the lipstick stains on her blouse. There was nothing left to do but start piecing timelines together, even if Trixie wanted to stay willfully blind to the signs. Gabriella never told her who she had been with that night and the math was lining up too well for it not to be true. Trixie continued to let Gabriella hold her at night. She didn’t ask too many questions. Trixie sacrificed her dignity in exchange for intimacy. Something colder than intimacy. It had lost its charm and Trixie was always wondering if Gabriella was thinking of someone else when they were together. She must’ve been, the way Gabriella’s eyes didn’t sparkle at Trixie like they had before. Gabriella was overcompensating with always topping, she wouldn’t let Trixie touch her, not like before. It was as if Gabriella was reserving that part of her for someone else. Or keeping the power, the sex, in her control, leaving Trixie a writhing mess and then turning over in bed to text some other girl. Gabriella was good at pretending for a while. 

Trixie couldn’t take it anymore. The week leading up to the breakup, Trixie stopped kissing her back, stopped initiating sex, and threw out excuses as to why she didn’t want to just lay there while Gabriella did all the work. Gabriella stopped asking for the obvious excuses and left Trixie at home by herself. She stopped trying, too. At some point, Trixie stopped crying herself to sleep.

The incessant pings were driving her insane. Trixie wasn’t nosy. She really wasn’t. But then again, what else could she have done? Watch Gabriella walk back into the room, and keep pretending that they were fine? Say the words I love you as if she meant them anymore? They left a bitter taste in her mouth every time she said it, so she didn’t anymore. I love you turned into love you and that turned into thin lipped smiles and holding back tears. Trixie knew it was over, and she knew Gabriella knew it was over. Gabriella just didn’t want to end it. Whether it be for the stability that Trixie presented or the opportunities, she was a coward and wouldn’t do it. She made Trixie the bad guy. Trixie played the role and gave Gabriella the dramatic end she wanted. 

It was a blur to Trixie, holding up the phone to a freshly showered Gabriella. Hot-white tears streaming down her face and cheeks so pink it looked like blush. Trixie’s performance was Oscar worthy, acting like she cared, as if there was even something worth having an argument over. But the sparkle came back into Gabriella’s eyes for a moment, like she wanted Trixie to be mad at her. She wanted to know that Trixie cared. Trixie didn’t. But it was a relief to get her screams out, like she was in a rage room. Gabriella took her yells like a champ, spewing so many pet names to fill the room, Trixie thought she might suffocate. Trixie didn’t want to hear it and demanded that Gabriella leave. And she did. Trixie threw Gabriella’s shit out of her second story apartment, clothes, guitars, records and all. Trixie’s roommates, who had begged Trixie to break up with Gabriella, cheered her on, excited that she was finally giving Gabby a taste of her own medicine. Gabriella was pissed. But Trixie was free. 

And reckless. She was out of an expired relationship, ready to show Gabriella what she left and what she was missing. Ready to explore and make bad decisions she wasn’t previously able to. It was time for her to be selfish. Gabriella had spent half of their relationship being selfish, it was Trixie’s turn to do things for herself and fuck who she wanted, when she wanted. She was going to be a bitch. 

At least, that’s what she wanted to do in theory. 

In practice, she was still a timid, heartbroken girl who had been out of the game for two years and a half. She barely flirted with Gabriella to begin with. It was mostly Gabriella pursuing her and not the other way around. She didn’t know what the dating scene would look like now. But that’s what alcohol and gay bars were for. She could be pursued again, right? She’d just have to stick her tits out a bit and someone would come crawling. Pete’s words, not hers. 

Pete had been Trixie’s crutch. Like she always was. Trixie had been ranting to her about Gabriella for weeks and then when it fell apart, it wasn’t immediately easy for Trixie to get back on her feet. So, she cried in Pete’s car and in Pete’s room. And at Pete’s bartending gig. Too many places to count. Trixie felt embarrassed, being so vulnerable in front of Pete all the time. But Pete brushed it off, that’s what she was there for, she said. Plus it wasn’t like Trixie hadn’t been more vulnerable in front of her before. They had changed in front of each other on tour and basically seen each other naked. They’d seen too much of each other for there to be a wall of separation between them. Pete was blunt with Trixie, Trixie thought, there was no reason for them to keep things like breakups from each other at this point of the friendship. Which is why it was so easy for Trixie to keep going back to Pete for advice and to cry to. Pete invited it as well. Trixie wanted to assume that Pete would tell her if it became too much or annoying or overwhelming, but Pete reassured her. Pete was just always there. 

Pete convinced her that she needed a rebound.  “You just need to get it out of your system.” Pete leaned against the bar, eyes-dead set on Trixie’s. Her tattooed arms boded well for tips in this establishment, the crease of the muscles in her biceps were apparent in the low lighting of the bar. Trixie tried not to stare too hard, but it got increasingly difficult not to as she continued to drink. 

“Out of my system?” Trixie sipped on her dirty shirley, and then used the straw to pick at the duo of maraschino cherries. Submerged under ice, they danced around the condensation covered glass as if to run from the straw, wanting to avoid a stabbing. Trixie would ask Pete for a fork soon to fish them out, she refused to let those cherries get away from her. Pete watched her fiddle with them with a light smile on her face. 

Pete shrugged, lazily wiped down a spot on the bar, threw the rag over her shoulder, and looked past Trixie and around the half empty bar and back to Trixie. Thursday nights weren’t particularly busy, but the bar got enough foot traffic to warrant Pete’s shift. “If you get a different set of lips on your lips, it basically–like– erases Gabby’s. You know?” Pete grinned, eyes scanning Trixie waiting for her classic annoyed and flustered reactions, which she delivered with a smile. 

A shake of her head,  “I don’t think that that’s how it works.”

“It totally is.” Pete said it with such conviction, it was almost enough to convince Trixie it was true. Pete always talked like she knew how the world worked. It made everything she said that much more interesting. Sometimes, it annoyed Trixie how much of a know-it-all Pete could be. But then again, Pete would claim that Trixie was her own horrible genre of know-it-all when it came to music and composition. Pete claimed that’s why they worked so well together, and Trixie could do nothing else but believe her. “You move on faster, you don’t ruminate on your old relationship cause now you’re thinking about how you’re gonna get into the pants of the next one. It keeps your mind off of the last one. Why do you think I’ve been able to move on so fast?” Pete popped a maraschino cherry in her mouth, shrugging casually.

“Cause you don’t attach to people like how I do.” Trixie rested her hand in the palm of her hand, elbow propped up on the bar. Her and Pete were just built differently. Trixie was soft, pliable and too invested in everything. Pete was jagged, sometimes aloof, and something of her own creation. She didn’t let people walk all over her like Trixie did. Trixie admired that in her. 

“Ouch. Untrue. I happen to get super attached, okay? I just write about it instead and hide it from you so you don’t think I’m insane.” 

“I’ve sung the lyrics, Pete, unfortunately, I think I’m pretty well-versed in your insanity.” Trixie remarked.

“Pays the bills though, right?” Pete grinned, eyebrows wiggling, referencing last weekend’s show at Fireside. 

“Hopefully one day. It pays maybe just enough for the gas in the van.” 

“That’s the spirit.” Pete was optimistic about their potential, so full of energy about their prospects that it was hard for Trixie not to believe her, to not trust her about their future. Pete willed it, and so it shall be done. “But, anyway, this isn’t about me, you need to find a rebound.”

“Nu-huh. I’ve been out of the game way too long. I’ll embarrass myself.” 

“You’ll only embarrass yourself if you give it the power to.”

“That is so motivating, but I always give it the power to.” Trixie scrunched her nose, “I don’t even know how to approach people anymore. Plus, even if someone comes back to mine, what am I gonna do? I haven’t had sex in weeks.”

Pete’s face twisted. “Weeks? You guys weren’t–”

Trixie shook her head, “Not since like April–”

“Trixie!” Pete covered her mouth with a shocked hand, “Babe, that’s not weeks, that's months. It’s July–”

“Whatever, Pete!” Trixie groaned, putting her head in her hands. “I didn’t want to have sex with someone who was cheating on me. Pardon me for attempting to save some of my dignity…”

“Barkeep!” Some older man at the end of the bar motioned Pete over. Flashing singles as if they would bait her over, he grinned.

Pete looked at the man with a slight scowl on her face, and went back to her conversation with Trixie. “I’m not judging you–” 

“You’re pitying me.” Trixie threw her hands up, “Which is worse. Nobody is going to want to deal with me. I’m just a sad, heartbroken pitiful girl who can’t even flirt.” 

“Trixie, come on, you know I’m not. I just–” Pete paused, finding her thoughts and scanning Trixie’s face. “Gabriella is the devil reincarnated, what she did to you is fucked up. I understand why you stuck around so long, but you’re out of it now and I’m not gonna sit by and watch you let it define you. You’ll get back out there. Someone will cherish you for what you’re worth.”

“Yeah, I know. I know. It’s not even about her at this point I just…I don’t know if I’m ready, Pete.” Trixie bit her lip, “Don’t– don’t, like, try to give me a pep talk about it or make a face, I’m being vulnerable,” Trixie was going to regret admitting this, “but honestly, I haven’t even really been able to…” She widened her eyes at Pete, and gestured down with her head. “You know?”

Pete shook her head, not picking up on her hints. “Haven't been able to what?” 

Trixie made a face, and lowered her voice, annoyed with Pete’s cluelessness, “Don’t make me say it, you know…” Trixie flicked the air with her thumb and middle finger. 

“Masturbate?” Pete asked, loudly, mouth circular in a comical gasp. 

Trixie scrunched her face and looked around, hoping no one heard, sheepish at Pete’s loud obliviousness. “Yeah, that.” 

“What, did your battery die or something?” Pete shrugged, “Get a new one.”

“No, I–” Trixie’s face got flush with pink, and whispered, “I don’t use one.”

“You’re using your hands?” Pete almost yelled her question, completely baffled by this development. She scanned Trixie with a teasing grin, “What is this? The 1800s?”

“Pete, shut the fuck up.” Trixie cried, laughing uncomfortably into her hands, “Whatever– forget it.”

“No, I’m so invested now. You’ve been using your hands this whole time? You moved out, you don’t have to worry about your parents hearing the sound anymore, like dude, come on–”

“Yes, Pete, I’ve been using my hand this whole time. It works for me!” Trixie couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with Pete. Pete was, of course, notorious for her sex positivity. Trixie was glad Joe’s room was in between hers and Pete’s because Jo frequently complained about the dull buzzing sound emitting from Pete’s room. Pete’s masturbation tendencies were often on full display at the apartment. There was one day when Trixie came home from a full-day shift at work, only to come home to the sight of Pete boiling her silicone dildo in a pot they had used to make spaghetti a few nights before. They had a very stern conversation about boundaries after that. Yet, Trixie was surprised Pete hadn’t asked her about her masturbation techniques before, she was always crossing lines with her questioning Trixie about her sex life, but masturbation seemed to be out of the question.

“Clearly, not lately.” Pete laughed. The patron at the end of the bar yelled for her again, “What do you want, old man?” Her voice dripped with annoyance and venom. He yelled back an order and Pete rolled her eyes, beginning to pour the tap of the beer he ordered. When he received the beer, he snarkily said something about never coming back here again, and Pete shrugged, “Great, I won’t have to worry about you yelling at me anymore. Enjoy your beer, asshole.” Pete grunted, “Anyway, what’s going on?”

Trixie was already flustered, there was no point in being shy about it now. “I dunno. The break up just hit me harder than I thought, I guess. I can’t get myself off like I used to. I’m, like, annoyed with myself so I don’t want to touch myself and I get frustrated and that makes me not want to– so I just go to bed and yeah. Yeah. It’s stupid.” Shaking her head, she sipped on the remnants of her drink. Pete started making another one for her, with more Sprite and less vodka to keep her intoxication plateaued at that sweet tipsy spot. She slid it over to Trixie, who accepted and thanked her with a lift of her brows. 

“It’s not stupid. I think that’s completely understandable.” Pete clicked her tongue, crossing her arms with a smug smile, “Horribly sad and unfortunate, but understandable.”

Trixie huffed, and emitted a monotone: “Thanks.” 

“But it’s fixable! I think you just need to get out of your head. You think too much.” Pete nodded to herself, as if to agree with what she was saying. “Yeah, you need to relax. We’re gonna go shopping.”

Trixie shook her head. “Pete, no–”

Pete grinned, “Pete, yes, are you kidding? If you don’t have to do the physical work yourself, you might not be as in your head about it. Imagine just putting on a video, maybe smoking a little something, leaning back and–”

“You don’t have to describe it.” Trixie interrupted quickly, waving her hands, “I don’t need that, I think I just need to, like, reconnect with nature and… maybe start doing yoga? That’s what people who like themselves do, right? Yoga?” 

“People who like themselves masturbate, Trixie.” Pete scoffed, “Hey, I get off in 10. We’re going to a strip mall.” Pete grinned, “I’ll drive.”

“Obviously.” Trixie rolled her eyes. 

XXX

Trixie stood eye-level with a dildo bigger than her forearm. She blinked rapidly, “Why the fuck would anyone…”

Pete had another unboxed dildo in her hand, she laughed while gesturing with it, it wiggled as she talked and had to hold back her giggles, “Well, you don’t start there. That’s for the experienced professionals.” Sounding smug, Pete grinned next to a baffled Trixie, watching for her reaction. Pete found it funny that Trixie had always been somewhat of a prude. Trixie nearly gasped when they stepped foot into their local Lover’s Lane, whose hours seemed to go way too far into the night and whose patrons eyed up Trixie. Because they wanted to fuck her or because she looked too young to be in here, Trixie couldn’t tell. Maybe both. But her freshly 21 babyface was allowed to be in here. For whatever reason, this was a totally normal place for people to want to be at 9 pm on a Thursday. 

“Is that what you use?” Trixie turned her head, looking at the semi-hard dildo in Pete’s hand. It was flesh-toned and a bit too realistic for Trixie’s taste, she really didn’t like it. Trixie was suddenly a lot more appreciative that the one Gabriella tried to use on her was see-through and blue. 

Pete widened her eyes, laughing, and set down the dildo, “That’s what you think of me?” 

“Well, no–” Trixie stammered, “How am I supposed to know?” 

“No, I’m not huge on dildos. I have one but only for, like, desperate measures. Or,  you know,” Pete smiled, and Trixie braced for impact on a horny joke, “for when my ladies come over.” 

“Ugh,” Trixie smacked her lips, “You’re such a slut.”

“I’m not the one getting strapped, okay? So, not really.”

Trixie tilted her head, “I don’t think that matters–” 

“You haven’t had sex in months, so the trends have changed, you wouldn’t know.” Pete laughed, rubbing it in Trixie’s face. 

“Asshole.” Trixie rolled her eyes, yet couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, come on, you’re the expert. What do you recommend?” The wall of dildos was intimidating, to say the least. When Gabriella had (attempted) to use one on Trixie, it didn’t come even anywhere close to the size of the main ones advertised in front of Trixie. Gabriella was, regrettably, Trixie’s first and only, so Trixie’s experience was few and far between. Trixie always preferred Gabriella’s fingers or mouth to anything inserted. That infamous blue dildo quite literally had Trixie shaking in anxiety before Gabriella even did anything. She wouldn’t admit this to Pete, in fear of judgment or re-confirmation of what Pete already thought of her, but sex was not Trixie’s strong suit. 

“These are kinda out of your league.” Pete scanned the wall, but shook her head, “No offense.” She quickly added, tucking her splotchy home-dyed red hair behind her ear with delicate fingers. The hair dye job was, of course, awful, but it fit Pete in a way that no one else could replicate. Pete was unashamed, unabashedly herself and Trixie admired it. Trixie shrugged in response, waiting for Pete’s guidance. Pete continued, “I think we should start with vibrators.” 

Vibrators didn’t sound any more appealing to Trixie. She was starting to think she was in over her head. Fingers were familiar, not intense, easily controllable and felt good . They felt fine and she knew what to do with hers, she knew what she liked. There was no reason to bring technology into the bedroom, except for the fact that Trixie was beginning to get pent up. She was a bit desperate. Hysteria was obviously something that was rooted in misogyny and fear of women’s sexuality, but she was beginning to understand why women were diagnosed with it in the olden days. Not being able to masturbate had been a curse. She felt irritable and short-fused. She needed the release. And if Pete thought vibrators would be the solution to her woes, Trixie was willing to try it. Pete tugged on Trixie’s hand, pulling her towards the vibrators. Trixie’s palms began to sweat and she pulled away, instead following Pete like a lost puppy. 

Pete scanned the shelves, these toys looked a little bit more reasonably sized.  “This is what I started with.” Pete handed Trixie a cardboard backed, plastic-wrapped pink silicone cylinder, just a smidge bigger than the size of Pete’s thumb. 

“This is it?” 

Pete laughed, “Baby steps, sweet Trix.” 

“Ugh. Well, if you recommend I guess I’ll get it.” Trixie turned to look at the price, only sixteen bucks, it wasn’t horrible, though using her fingers was free. She couldn’t believe she was paying to have an orgasm. She hoped this would work. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Thank me when you try it out.” Pete grinned and winked, unaware of how those words made Trixie’s neck itch with discomfort. Pete turned to go to the register, but quickly got distracted, “Oh, look! Sale on lingerie. Do you think I should get something?” Pete had turned to flip through the racks of panties and bralettes that wouldn’t leave much up to the imagination. Trixie looked away, but there wasn’t anywhere in the store that didn’t remind her of the situation she was in. “Buy one, get one free, we could get some sets.” Pete grinned and turned to Trixie brandishing a tiny bralette with stars over the nipples and held it over her chest as if to model it. “I could wear this.” Pete flipped through the rack, and pulled one out that looked like it feigned some sort of bondage, with tightly crocheted strings connected the bralette to the panites in an X over the stomach, “And you could wear this.”  The pseudo-bondage one-piece had a slit in the crotch for easy access. Pete wiggled her eyebrows. “What do you think?” 

Cringing, Trixie shook her head, “Gross.” Pete frowned, rolling her eyes and putting both lingerie pieces back with a huff. It was that classic Petunia attitude that almost guilted Trixie into agreeing with everything she said. It was bratty, but it had the potential to make you feel like shit when she used it against you. Trixie despised her for it sometimes. Being easily manipulated and hating feeling like a disappointment made Trixie fall for it, giving in to Pete’s attitude often. This time was no different. Trixie, flushed with pink already in her cheeks tried to save face, “If we were gonna get anything, ours would have to match, obviously.”

The grin quickly returned to Pete’s face,“I like the way you think, Stump.” Pete continued to flip through the racks, and this was becoming torture for Trixie. She was surprised she had stayed chill this long in a store this explicit, but she waited for Pete, because what else was she supposed to do? Hang out outside the sex shop and try to not look like a creep? She feared you couldn’t loiter outside a sex shop and not look like a freak. “You thinking a thong or g-string for me?” 

“Robe, actually.” Trixie tried to look anywhere else besides Pete’s frame, thoughts of Pete in lingerie was not one she was unfamiliar with, but she didn’t need to revisit them. She had taken a bit to get over them, but now that she was single again, they were increasingly coming back. She didn’t want them to, but time spent with Pete was intoxicating, and instead of fighting the thoughts, she’d let them creep back into her mind. Pete was just so fun and free and always so unfortunately charismatic, it was hard not for those feelings to resurface. It wasn’t like Pete was purposeful about her flirtatious advances, she was just like this. She was a gemini, after all. Not that Trixie believed in astrology, but it was funny how many flirtatious geminis she knew. It had to be at least a little bit more than just a simple coincidence. Pete fit the bill.

Pete had been touchy, too. Not to the point of overstepping, but Trixie was not unfamiliar with an arm thrown across her shoulder, accentuating their minute height difference, or a hand on her arm or knee when they went to bars on the weekends. Pete was just like that. Although, it did feel more frequent now than when Trixie was in a committed relationship. But no, Pete wouldn’t– couldn’t possibly like Trixie. Trixie dismissed the thoughts and looked back towards Pete. 

“Oh, fuck yeah. Honestly, robes are hot. They’re like visual edging.” Pete held up a mesh robe that would go down to her upper thigh if she actually put it on. “Like tell me this wouldn’t turn you on. A cute little panty underneath, maybe a garter. That’s the whole look. They could put me on the cover of Playboy.” 

“I think I’m gonna go pay for this.” Heat rising to her cheeks, Trixie pushed passed Pete quickly towards the register. The cashier had thick black gauges and a septum ring in her nose. She was hot and she smiled at Trixie as if she knew what was going on between her and Pete. 

“Fun night planned?” The cashier flipped her hair behind her shoulder and scanned the toy and put it into a small discrete baggie. 

“Yeah, it's our one year anniversary.” Pete grinned, setting two different lingerie sets on the counter. Trixie wanted to implode in on herself, staring at Pete with the fire of a thousand suns. “And add this too.” She added a thing of toy cleaner.

“Well, happy anniversary. Lucky day to come in, it’s a great sale. Got some stuff for myself, too.” The cashier scanned the pieces and held them up looking at Pete and nodding with approval, “This is one of my favorites.” She looked over to Trixie. “You’re gonna look hot.” 

“Thanks.” Trixie muttered, calculating how many years she would have to spend in jail for strangling Pete. She wanted to bolt out the door. 

“Total’s gonna be fifty five dollars.”

“Oh, you can take the lingerie off, I don’t–” Trixie laughed awkwardly, there was no way she could spend that much on lingerie she didn’t want. 

“I got it, babe. Don’t worry.” Pete took out her wallet, and handed over three twenty dollar bills. “What? I get paid tomorrow, don’t worry, this is all tip money, anyway. “ She looked over to the cashier, “My suitors, you know.”

“I get it, girl. Gotta do what you gotta do.” The cashier shrugged and handed Pete back her change and their bags. “Have a fun night, guys.”

Trixie kept her cool until they walked outside of the store and the door closed behind them, “What the fuck was that?” The cool July night breeze helped alleviate some of the incessant heat that had spread all over Trixie’s body. 

“Dude, I know, she was totally into you! And flirting with you on our one year! The audacity…” Pete laughed, unlocking her car and slipping in the front seat. 

Angrily, Trixie semi-stomped her way to the other side of the car and punched Pete in the shoulder when she got inside. “Yeah, she was into me and you told her we were dating! What the fuck!” 

“I thought you weren’t ready to see anyone yet! I was trying to get her off your back.” Pete shrugged like that intention came across automatically, “She was staring at you the whole time we were there. I didn’t want you to get overwhelmed.” 

“Why would you do that! I was obviously saying that out of a place of insecurity, not for real! She was so hot, Pete! Why would you do that?” Trixie cried, hitting Pete in the arm repeatedly. 

Pete raised her arms, defensively, not taking Trixie’s anger seriously. “Damn, dude! I can go back in there and tell her we broke up if you want.” Pete laughing, as if she was baffled with Trixie’s very reasonable response, “You’re so fucking tense, no wonder you can’t come.”

“Oh, fuck you, Pete!” Trixie huffed, crossing her arms. “God. Whatever. Let’s just go home.” Trixie turned to face out the window, the brown line train zipped by above them, making everything shake lightly for a second. Trixie wished she’d brought her ventra card so she didn’t have to sit in this car any longer.  Pete was so full of herself, she always thought she knew what was best for everyone. Her audacity was always off the charts, always thinking her way was the right way. That’s why Trixie stepped back from writing lyrics, fuck it! If you’re gonna be so fucking anal about one word, you write the fucking songs then! And Pete smiled at her, that’s what I’ve been wanting to hear! Asshole. She was so fucking smug all the time. Big ass head. Too many people told her she was special and now she walked around like it was true, well it wasn’t. Someone ought to tell her that. 

A dull buzz interrupted Trixie’s angry stream of consciousness. Trixie turned to Pete, “What the fuck are you doing?” 

“Seeing if it worked.” Pete grinned, her hand shaking slightly with the vibrator in hand. 

“Well, it does. Turn it off. Can we go home please?”

“Trixie, relax! Are you that mad at me?” Pete pouted, tilting her head as if to get sympathy points, but it only irritated Trixie further. 

“No! But I want to go home. I’m just frustrated and I don’t even want the damn thing anymore, I know I won’t like it and it’s annoying that I let you talk me into getting one.”

Pete smiled, “You just wanna get home so you can try it, I see what’s happening. Say less, babe.”

“You’re so fucking dense, Pete. But yeah sure, if it gets us home faster, I can’t fucking wait to come.”

“Haha. You said come.” Pete turned off the vibrator and handed it to Trixie. She put the car in reverse, and pulled onto the road. 

“You’re so stupid.” 

The pair sat in silence as they passed street lights and sprinklings of people walking in the Lake View neighborhood, people coming home from work or going out to bars. The weight of the vibrator in Trixie’s hand felt uncomfortably heavy, a constant reminder that she would actually have to use the damn thing on herself, a commitment she wasn’t ready for. Curious, she turned it on again. The vibration was so strong it surprised her, the feeling immediately making her hand feel slightly numb with the incessant dull hum. 

“I think if you press the on button again, there’s different settings.” Pete said, glancing over to Trixie’s hands. 

So, she pressed it again, and the hum got more aggressive. “Hate that.” She pressed it again, this time it was softer, with consistent quarter notes instead of staying on. This wasn’t as bad, she might like a bit of rhythm. The next felt like repeated eighth notes, even more intense. 

“Are you keeping time?” Pete laughed. 

“No!” Trixie reacted defensively, “Maybe.”

“You’re a dork.” Pete took a beat, “That honestly might help you focus more on the feeling, though.”

Trixie turned the toy off, intrigued, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I know that I can get in my head during sex, too. Less hating myself, though, and more just that I get distracted by other things. Like once I thought about what we needed for groceries when a girl was going down on me.”

“Your point?” Trixie laughed. 

“I guess, I just find it easier to focus on the feeling when I can isolate something or pay attention to a certain thing. I played an album in the background the next time she came over, and that helped a lot. I could just listen to lyrics I already knew and focus my intention on the feeling, rather than letting my mind wander on its own. And eventually, I just kinda stopped thinking. If that makes any sense.” 

“Yeah, that does make sense. Gabby and I always had music on when we had sex, that’s why it wasn’t as bad, but masturbating…different story.”

“Exactly. It feels weird to play music just to, like, get off alone. Guess you have to romance yourself.” 

Trixie grinned, the awkward feeling lifting off of her shoulders, she relaxed against the seat,“Yeah, now everytime you guys hear Sade coming from my room, you’ll know what’s going down.”

“Ew!” Pete laughed, she always threw her head back slightly and squinted her eyes when she laughed hard. Her teeth were shiny and her lips thinned a bit as they spread into a smile. She was gorgeous. Her laugh was contagious, “Not disgracing Sade… so disrespectful.” 

“Ugh, true. I guess it should be an artist I respect less, then, huh?” Trixie racked her brain trying to think of someone she didn’t like, her mind going blank, “I have no clue who that’d be.”

“I would love to hear you masturbaiting to some really trashy house music.” Pete pulled into the alley behind their apartment. Pete was lucky she was the only one out of the four of the roommates to own a car, it meant she got the singular parking spot their landlord afforded their whole building because they were the first to offer to pay for it. 

“Oh, I bet you would love to hear me masturbaiting, huh, you freak!” Trixie almost yelled, pointing at Pete, “You dirty girl!” 

“Trixie!” Pete laughed again, pulling into the garage behind the apartment, closing the door with the automatic button behind them. “You’re crazy.” She put the car into park, didn’t immediately reach for the car door and stared at Trixie. The heat in Trixie’s cheeks returned. Pete wouldn’t stop smiling, from cheekiness or something else, Trixie couldn’t tell. “But you’re right, I would.” 

“Shut up.” Trixie pushed her arm, laughing. “You’re stupid.”

“I’m not kidding.” Pete was still smiling, she shrugged, looking at Trixie’s lips and back to meet her eyes,“I would.”

“Why are you being weird?” Trixie took her seatbelt off, in case she had to bolt out of there. 

“I’m not. I’m coming onto you.” Pete shrugged, not breaking eye-contact with Trixie, whereas Trixie wanted to look anywhere but back at her. “I can be your rebound.” 

Trixie shook her head, stuttering over her words, “I don’t–” She laughed awkwardly, “Why–”

“You’re hot and single, I’m hot and single.” Trixie’s heart dropped to her stomach, the sweaty feeling returning to her palms. With a dry mouth, Trixie scoffed, trying to think of something to say, but was completely baffled, and in disbelief of her best friend’s words. Pete waited for a response, but Trixie looked like she was in shock, maybe even disgusted. Pete reached for the door,  “We don’t have to, I was just proposing an idea–” 

Trixie grabbed Pete’s arm, “No! I want to.” She was leaning over the center console, in Pete’s space. Pete’s skin under Trixie’s hand felt warm, so soft and buzzed with the electricity between the two of them. Trixie relaxed her grip, but kept her hand there. 

This would end badly. Trixie knew. There were a million reasons they shouldn’t do this. They lived together, Pete was inconsistent and Trixie was maybe head over heels for her. But when would she get this opportunity again? And even if it was awkward later, at least she could say she did it. Plus it would give them some good band drama, like Fleetwood Mac. They could write the next Rumors, and that was the worst case scenario. Seemed like a win-win to her. Trixie didn’t even want to think about the possibility that this would develop into something more, the inkling of the idea alone made her stomach churn. 

A grin spread across Pete’s face. “You wanna try the vibe?”  

Trixie rolled her eyes, “Duh. Will you kiss me first?” The question came out sounding a little desperate, but Pete didn’t make fun of her for it, and instead, grabbed onto Trixie’s shirt and pulled her forward until their lips met. The electricity from under Trixie’s palms traveled up her arm and between their lips in an instant, a pleasant shock shared between the two of them as they shared the same breath. Pete kissed with experience and intention, her lips softer than Gabriella’s. Trixie didn’t mean to compare, but it was hard not to when Pete was just that much better. 

Trixie brought her hand up to cup Pete’s cheek, rubbing her thumb across soft peach fuzz and the curve of her jawline. Trixie had wanted this for so long that she could barely comprehend what was happening, she wanted to open her eyes, just to see Pete looking back at her, confirming that she wasn’t dreaming. 

As if to read her mind, Pete pulled back, resting her forehead against Trixie’s, she smiled, taking in the view and those baby blue eyes that had enchanted her since the day Trixie came to try-out for the band. Pete always had the feeling that Trixie was something special, but getting to know her just confirmed it tenfold. 

Whiskey eyes into baby blues, Trixie almost giggled in disbelief, “You’re unreal, Pete.” Trixie bit her lip, worried any further compliments would scare Pete away, but this truly was everything to Trixie. The tips of her fingers felt like they were vibrating, and every shared glance sent lightning bolts through her pelvis. Their friendship transcended any romantic feelings, Trixie hoped that she could rely on that from ruining anything they shared. 

But Pete’s eyes dissipated any fears Trixie might’ve had about it, grinning right back, she kissed Trixie on the cheek. “Sorry to keep being weird, but I’ve always wanted to do this.” 

“Always?”

Pete nodded, “Since I met you.”

“Well, I wish you would’ve said something sooner.” Trixie bit her lip. She had the urge to pinch herself, but didn’t. In the case this was actually a dream, she wasn’t ready to wake up. 

“We can make up for lost time.” Pete pulled her in again, deepening the kiss, as if to breathe life into Trixie again. Pete’s air just felt different, it made Trixie’s chest feel light and made her throat contract with almost inaudible whimpers. Trixie’s bottom lip fit right between Pete’s like it was made to be there, and Pete tugged on it with her teeth like she wanted it to stay put. A gasp left Trixie’s mouth and allowed for Pete’s tongue to run along hers before retracting. Pete’s other hand snuck up to the nape of Trixie’s neck, keeping her close and running her fingers through wispy blonde strands, gripping and ungrasping in a pattern that kept Trixie’s focus dead set on Pete. Nothing else existed except for how Pete’s lips felt against hers, how her fingers felt in her hair and how the hand that previously held onto her t-shirt had trailed its way down her stomach and under her t-shirt. Trixie twitched slightly, adjusting as Pete’s hand lit a fire underneath fabric. Pete’s nails were dulled, chewed down from anxiety and chipped with black nail polish but they left light scratches along Trixie’s abdomen until her light touch found its way over Trixie’s bra. 

Pete pulled back, slightly breathless, “Okay?” 

Trixie nodded, lips swollen and pink and delectable, “Please.”

Pete smiled against swollen lips, lightly kneading Trixie’s breast. Sensitive as ever, Trixie whimpered against Pete, coy and flustered but Pete seemed to enjoy the sound, chuckling softly into Trixie’s mouth. “Good, baby?” 

Another shock through the pelvis, a pet name was everything. Trixie felt giddy, squeezing her eyes shut and giggling, “Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you sound so pretty. I wanna hear you.” 

Had Pete’s lips not been wrapped around hers, Trixie would’ve made another joke about Pete being a freak, but she didn’t dare pull away again. The center console dug into Trixie’s side, she shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the angle of the kiss, but wanting to fight through the pain. Until it was too much, and she pulled back, “Do you want to get in back?” She asked softly, innocently as ever, biting her bottom lip. 

Pete looked at her with low lidded eyes, and giggled, “You really pulling that move on me, huh, Stump?” 

“Well, yeah, Wentz, how else am I gonna get into your pants?” 

Pete pushed Trixie in the shoulder, “Get your ass back there.” 

“Say no more, miss.” Trixie awkwardly pushed herself up and over the center console, Pete smacking her ass in the process before she fell back into the seat giggling. “Hey, man!” Trixie laughed as she watched Pete climb over the console the same way she did, except Pete straddled Trixie, perfect thighs on either side of Trixie’s lap. 

“Hey.” Pete’s greeting was eons more seductive than Trixie’s, and made Trixie melt into the seat behind her. Pete’s eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at Trixie, “Can I..?” Pete fiddled with the bottom of Trixie’s top. 

“Only if yours comes off first–” Pete had no problem taking hers off the millisecond the word left Trixie’s lips. Trixie grinned, taking in Pete and feeling flustered. She didn’t know what to do with her hands except rest them on her exposed hips, caressing her sides with her thumbs, “Jesus, Pete. You’re stunning…” Trixie used her thumb to trace the edge of Pete’s bartskull tattoo, looking up only to see Pete’s boobs in her face. “Oh–”

“Well.” Pete bit her lip, looking shy almost, completely vulnerable between Trixie’s hands. She had no reason to feel like that, she was gorgeous. The soft curve of her hips was accentuated by her low-waisted jeans. Trixie’s eyes trailed up to her soft waist and tummy, jeweled belly-button piercing reflecting some light from the corner of the garage. And her tits, God . Her tits. Eye-level with Trixie, she didn’t even know what to do except take them in. They were small and perky with hard brown nipples, and one of them had a tiny dot of a beauty mark on the left side. They looked as if they could fit perfectly in Trixie’s hands. Trixie bit her lip, and looked back up at Pete, eyes wide and hesitant. “Yours now, yeah?” Pete asked, softly. 

Trixie nodded, as Pete helped hers over her head. Pete couldn’t help but grin, “Trixie, you’re beautiful.” Trixie wanted to resist the compliment, but the way Pete looked at her made a breath catch in her throat. The dim light of the garage made Trixie’s skin look like it was glowing, almost translucent. Pete’s hands traversed her hips, trailing her fingers across a soft, freckled tummy with ripples of cellulite until they reached the bottom of her bra. Pete leaned down to kiss Trixie again, her hands cupping her breast and reaching around to help with her bra. “Can I?”

Trixie nodded, leaning forward slightly and then shrugging the bra off to the floor next to an old monster can. Pete was a bit trashy, but Trixie didn’t care. She kept her room clean enough, and she smelled real and pretty, like vanilla and old spice and weed, and Trixie was obsessed. Trixie was prepared to defend Pete to the ends of the Earth to her other roommates with the way her hands made her feel. Pete kneaded at Trixie’s breasts, kissing her again and grinding her hips ever so slightly against Trixie’s lap. Trixie held onto her waist, and encouraged the motion, wishing to god she was wearing a strap. Or had a dick. One of the two would’ve worked. 

One of Pete’s hands grabbed onto Trixie’s and led it to Pete’s tit. Trixie scrunched her nose, slightly regretting that she couldn’t take her own initiative to do it, but she was nervous and Pete seemed to understand that. Trixie had been right, though, Pete’s tit did fit in hers perfectly and she squeezed to confirm it, before rolling Pete’s nipple between her index and thumb, emitting a gasp from Pete which Trixie swallowed before biting into her bottom lip. The hand on Pete’s waist traveled to her ass, and squeezed through her jeans. 

Pete giggled in response, her sound intoxicating and despite the tipsiness fleeting long ago, it seemed to return every time Pete made a sound against Trixie’s lips. 

Trixie pulled away, for a second though, doing the unthinkable and took Pete’s nipple into her mouth, running over the bud with her tongue, Pete whined. “Fuck, Trixie, you’re so hot.” Trixie looked up at Pete with her tit in her mouth, sucking on her nipple and tugging at the bud. Pete’s mouth gaped at the sight and she whined, leading Trixie’s other hand to her tit. Trixie squeezed, and sucked on the beauty mark she had previously seen. It might’ve been Trixie’s favorite spot on Pete the way it made her writhe in Trixie’s lap. 

Pete pulled on Trixie’s hair, lifting her head up and leaned down to kiss Trixie’s neck, Trixie tiled her head in response and gasped when Pete’s teeth bit into her softly. She licked the spot again before leaning against Trixie’s ear, low and seductive, “I know I said we’d use the vibe, but I really want to eat you out.”

A shudder down the spine and a throbbing in her core was all the indication that Trixie wanted Pete, and that she wanted her immediately, Pete’s words only increasing the desire, “Yes, yeah please. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” Pete grinned, dropping to her knees as the two of them shuffled to the side behind the passenger seat where Pete would have more space to arch over. “We don’t have enough space for what I want. Plus the logistics, I’d have to run in and get the strap–”

“There’s always next time.” Trixie shrugged, grinning, her hand caressing the side of Pete’s face. Pete leaned into her touch.

Pete grinned. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“I hope you do.”  

Pete grabbed at Trixie’s waistband, and Trixie undid her belt, button and zipper before Pete yanked off her jeans with an amount of force Trixie wasn’t expecting. Trixie giggled into her hand, watching Pete get the jeans down around her ankles and off. Then came the underwear and Trixie was fully exposed, yet didn’t worry about being judged by Pete. Pete kissed her knee, following a trail up her inner thigh while her hand caressed the other. Trixie was aching with anticipation, her hands unsure of what to do other than play with Pete’s hair. Pete tugged Trixie’s waist forward so that she sat on the edge of the seat, her back diagonal and shoulders against the seat, semi-awkwardly. Pete bundled their clothes up together so Trixie’s lower back had some support. It surprised Trixie, it was a semi-sweet gesture and thoughtful of her to do that, and it made her swoon even more than she already had been. 

Pete kissed her inner thigh again, leaving the smallest bite marks in her trail and making Trixie squirm every time, “So sensitive, Trixie.” Pete looked up at her through heavy lids. Those gorgeous hazels boring into hers made Trixie’s chest tighten and she sighed. As Pete mouthed at her inner thigh, dangerously close to her core, her hand came up and ran a teasing finger through her folds. Trixie bit her lip, and tried closing her legs around Pete’s head, but Pete’s hand pushed them apart, “Be a good girl, keep them spread for me.” 

Again, the pet name made her whine and she nodded but arched her back, “Pete, please.” 

“I’m getting there, can’t rush perfection.” Pete was too smug, and even though Trixie rolled her eyes, it made her stomach flutter. Pete was so unnecessarily confident and it made Trixie weak. Pete’s lips pressed kisses, just above Trixie’s core, nose meeting trimmed golden bush. Pete loved the sight of Trixie spread open like this for her, she was partially teasing Trixie, and herself, but mostly wanted to take it all in. Trixie’s scent was intoxicating and the first dip into Trixie’s cunt with her tongue made Trixie gasp so sweetly, Pete couldn’t help but continue with her smug smile. Pete lapped at her cunt, her arms finding a way around Trixie’s plump thighs, placing a bit more pressure on Trixie and allowing Pete a bit of power in keeping her legs spread and her hips to the seat.

Pete’s tongue quickly found Trixie’s clit, circling it with light pressure. She didn’t want to rush this, as selfish as it may have sounded, this was as much as it was for Pete as it was for Trixie. Of course, this was about relieving Trixie’s tension, but this was also about Pete being able to be smug and have Trixie fall apart on her tongue. Pete made out with her wet cunt, licking long strips across her folds and teasing her entrance with a light proding force. Hearing the increasingly desperate pants from above her made Pete’s core throb, Pete had imagined Trixie would sound pretty like this, she always sounded pretty, but her moans and whines were heavenly. 

Pete breathed heavily through her nose, the sensation making Trixie want to twitch. The satisfied hum from Pete’s lips added a bit of vibration to Trixie’s pleasure and the feeling of Pete’s strong hands tight around Trixie’s thighs made her moan, hands struggling to find something to grab on to. One hand wrapped around the unhooked seatbelt, and the other ruined Pete’s straightened hair, scratching into her scalp and tugging lightly. As much as Trixie would try to raise her hips, Pete kept her pinned to the seat, even after her tongue had applied the perfect amount of pressure to her clit in a way she had never experienced before. Trixie whined as Pete’s tongue ran over her clit, increasing in pressure and repeatedly hitting it in the same spot each time. A fire erupted in her pelvis, spreading throughout Trixie’s body. It was almost reflexive, the way her back arched and her hips tried to buck into Pete’s face. 

Unhooking one arm from around Trixie’s thigh, Pete used her now free hand to collect Trixie’s wetness on a finger, and prodded at her entrance with her mouth sucking softly on her clit. Her finger, light but skilled, pushed into Trixie with ease. Trixie gasped, and squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering softly as Pete began to curl her finger within her at an agonizingly slow rate. Another finger quickly joined, stretching Trixie open with a bit of force. Pete’s finger stretched her walls, and slowly made their way in and out of her as Pete’s tongue continued to circle Trixie’s clit. Trixie’s breath was shaky and deep as she tugged on Pete’s hair, wanting to encourage a bit more pressure. She could feel the build up beginning, her core tightened and her legs began to get weaker. Her walls clenched around her fingers, Pete’s strokes pushing a bit deeper and gesturing upwards towards the back of her clit.

“Pete, please, feels so good.” Trixie stammered, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. The windows had begun to fog up and she rested her forehead against it to feel the coldness against her lightly sweaty skin. “Faster, please.”

The good listener she was, Pete began to pulse in and out of Trixie at a faster rate, Trixie whimpering in response. “Feel good, baby?” Pete kissed her clit, tongue licking a strip along her folds. 

Trixie nodded, with a whine, “Yeah. Fuck. More, Pete.”

“So demanding, Trixie.” Pete chuckled against her clit, but it made Trixie shiver, she pushed her hips forward and rolled her head back. “I wanna see you, baby. Look at me.”

Trixie whined, bashful at Pete’s demand, but complied. Pete’s gaze made her melt, as Pete continued to lick aggressive strips along her clit and pumped into her cunt with delicate yet long fingers, Trixie gasped. “Oh, my god!” Trixie gripped Pete’s hair harder, hips bucking into her face, and Pete’s one arm tried to keep her down as much as she could. “Please, ‘m so close, Pete. Fuck!” Trixie bit into her lip as Pete smiled up at her, smug and eyes full of lust, eyelids heavy as they watched Trixie’s chest heave. A warmth that started in her pelvis began spreading to her chest, face and neck. She tugged on Pete's hair and pushed her down a bit more so that her tongue was rougher against her clit, the circling motions becoming more intense with pressure. Her hips sputtered up, stomach clenched with incoming pleasure. She began to gasp as Pete's fingers fucked her faster, the in and out motion nearly sending her over the edge. Trixie clenched around Pete's fingers and legs shook, the feeling of pleasure peaking as if to feel the drop from a roller coaster, lightning shot through her body and Trixie yelped, biting into her bottom lip as her legs shook. “Oh, my god, Pete!”

Pete smiled up at her, her cunt throbbing as she continued to make out with Trixie’s soaking cunt, watching Trixie come apart was almost satisfying enough. The way her eyes squeezed shut, and perfectly plump and pink lips fell into a perfect circle, Pete would never be able to forget the sight. She was ethereal, absolutely goddess like, as perfect sounds emitted from that pretty mouth and her perfect breasts heaved back into a normal breathing pattern. Pete gave her cunt one last kiss before retracting her fingers and kissing the inside of Trixie’s thigh before resting against it. She smiled up at Trixie with so much adoration, it almost scared Trixie. “Good, baby?” 

“Fuck, Pete.” Trixie smiled weakly into the back of her hand, and released her grip from Pete’s hair. “Amazing.” 

“Feeling less tense now?” Pete grinned, her hand caressing Trixie’s thigh, leaving little kisses in between breaths. 

“I think you cured me.” Trixie giggled. “Jesus.” Trixie felt a little delusional and incredibly giddy, she couldn’t stop smiling. “Come here.” Trixie helped Pete up and kissed her hard. Tasting herself on Pete's lips made her whimper and she cleaned off Pete’s jaw with her hand and rubbed it on the clothes that had scattered around the seat. “You’re amazing.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“Well, now I fucking know so.” Trixie grinned, kissing Pete again and again. Addicted to the taste of her, her head dizzy with lust and love and–. Oh. And love. She ignored that. 

“Trix, you gotta stop, you’re gonna give me a big head.” 

“As if you didn’t already have a big head, come on.” Trixie laughed, “I don’t mind feeding fire to the flame. You deserve it.”

“I’m glad I could help.” Pete didn’t stop smiling, just took Trixie’s hand in hers and kissed her knuckles. “Should we return the vibrator or what? I don’t think you’ll be needing it.” 

“You gonna eat me out everytime I have a bad day?” Trixie wrinkled her nose in a laugh. 

“I mean…” Pete kissed her again, running her tongue against her bottom lip before pulling away and looking at Trixie again, “If you’ll let me.”

“Well…duh.” Trixie felt like a nerd with how giddy she was, “We don't have to return it though. I kinda want to know how to use it.” Trixie sized up Pete, feeling a weird rush of confidence wave over her yet her voice still came out sounding small, “Will you show me how to use it on you, babe?”  

Pete grinned, leaning over to grab the bag from the front seat and fumbled around for the cleaner. Trixie giggled at how her body contorted over the center console, with Trixie paying a bit too close attention to the stretch of her abdomen. The sound of the bag shuffling was confirmation that Pete had grabbed the cleaner and had begun to spray the toy down. What she wiped it off with, Trixie didn’t want to know, but Pete turned back around with a sly smirk on her face and a freshly cleaned vibrator.  

Pete leaned back against the car door, and shimmed off her jeans. Trixie watched in awe, as Pete exposed herself, biting her lip. Trixie was never going to get over this. Pete’s waist dipped perfectly into her pelvis, revealing her semi-bushy cunt (a bit hairier than Trixie’s and Trixie did not mind the sight at all ) and legs that went on for days. Pete’s hip dips were deep and intoxicating, and when Pete pulled Trixie on top of her, it was the first place Trixie’s hands went. Pete’s kisses were hungrier now, the weight of Trixie straddling her going right to her already wet cunt. Pete nipped at Trixie’s lips and prodded her tongue into her mouth skillfully, and desperately, with her whines increasing again. Trixie was surprised at how quickly Pete had switched into such desperation, but she was obsessed with Pete’s panting and heaving breathing into her mouth. 

As they continued to kiss, Pete turned the vibrator on and pressed it into Trixie’s hand. Multitasking was never Trixie’s strong point, but she could do this and the heave of Pete’s chest was all the motivation she needed to keep herself grounded and present. Pete used her hand to guide Trixie’s hand to the space between them, the vibrator on its lowest setting as it pressed against Pete’s cunt. Pete whimpered at the sensation, and Trixie looked down between them to get a better grasp on Pete’s anatomy. She used a finger to spread her lips apart, sliding the vibrator between her cunt and just below her clit. 

Pete twitched a little hard, “Oh, god, fuck, wait.” 

“Sorry.” Trixie bit the inside of her cheek, retracting her hand. She hadn’t even done much and she was already messing up, her heart caught in her throat. “Too much?” 

“No, don’t apologize.” Pete smiled, sheepishly, “This is so embarrassing. I’m just, like, really sensitive right now.”  

“Oh, then we don’t have to–”

“No, I want to. Just…Tease me a little bit first, yeah?” Pete bit her lip, “I’m going to be so embarrassed if I come from two seconds of the vibrator just because you’re on top of me.” 

Trixie grinned, shrugging a bit, “I wouldn’t be mad at that.” The fact that Pete was sensitive because of her was going straight to her cunt again. All she had done was just existed and kissed Pete a couple times and she was whining underneath her. It made Trixie’s heart flutter. 

“Oh, look who has the big head, now.” Pete giggled, “So full of yourself, Stump, and you haven’t even gotten me off yet. God fears the woman you’ll be once I come.”

Trixie giggled, “I might have to yell about it out in the streets.” 

“Shout it from the roof-tops, baby.” Pete wrapped her arms around Trixie’s neck and pulled her down, soft lips against each other again. Trixie never wanted this to end. With one hand resting on the seat, the other between Pete’s legs, Trixie tried to maneuver herself so that her fingers could run through Pete’s folds gently, warming her up to use the vibrator. Pete had absolutely soaked Trixie’s fingers, the wetness even pooling her palm as it bumped into her clit. She prodded at Pete’s entrance, just ghosting over her core. Pete whined, kissing up to Trixie more and harder. It was like Pete wanted Trixie’s tongue in her mouth, so she complied and Pete hummed in approval, running her tongue back over Trixie’s for a second. Trixie had never been crazy about french kissing, but that was quickly changing, the texture of Pete’s tongue on her’s was heavenly and intoxicating. She understood why Pete kept prodding at her lips with hers, and she didn’t hesitate on parting her lips anymore. 

Trixie’s arm was beginning to cramp from the awkward position she was in, so she sat up and back on Pete’s legs. She continued to circle at Pete’s clit with her fingers, and it gave her a chance to take in the sight of Pete. Her hair had become disheveled, with a hundred little flyaways framing her face deliciously. Her stomach heaved, and a hand had come up to squeeze at her own tit, the other resting on Trixie’s thigh. Pete whined, watching the corners of Trixie’s lips upturn “Please, Trixie.” 

Leaning back over Pete, Trixie planted kisses on her neck, breathing heavily into the space just below her ear, making Pete squirm. Trixie nipped at her ear lobe and turned the vibrator back on, running the numbing sound along her lips, before settling in between her folds. Nails digging into Trixie’s bicep, Pete arched her back and whined into Trixie’s ear as Trixie continued to suck on her neck. Trixie just barely hovered the vibrator above her clit as Pete’s hips bucked, her chest pushing against Trixie’s. “Fuck, Trixie. More.” 

Pete reached up to play with Trixie’s tit, grabbing at it like it would save her from the pressure Trixie applied to her cunt. Trixie pushed the vibrator a bit harder against Pete’s clit and tried to keep Pete’s hips down with the palm of her hand pushed against her pelvis. “Keep ‘em down, love. Be good.” Trixie whispered into Pete’s ear, biting softly into her ear lobe, emitting a cry from Pete. 

“Jesus, Trixie.” Pete whined, “Please, fuck–”  Her grip tightened, “I’m gonna–” Legs began to shake, and Trixie pulled back, only to see Pete’s shut eyes and to kiss her face. 

“Come for me, baby.” Trixie cooed, kissing the corners of Pete’s gaping mouth. Pete opened her eyes, and cried into Trixie’s mouth, watching her with lust and adoration Pete’s hips faltered and jutted up. She whined as her legs shook and Trixie pushed the vibrator harder against her. 

“Fuck, Trixie! I’m–” Pete whined, her legs trying to close, “Oh, my god. I’m–” Her voice shook, crying out as she orgasmed again, “I’m good, babe, I’m good– Please.” Trixie kissed her cheeks and interpreted that as her being done and tried retracting her hand slightly, but Pete quickly held onto her wrist. Pete kept Trixie’s hand there through her orgasm, her grip was tight and demanding, overstimulating herself. Her back arched further up, “Fucking hell–” 

Pete’s grip relaxed and Trixie just watched as her legs shook and face contoured through her orgasm, kissing at the corner of her lips and the tip nose and her cheeks. Anywhere Trixie could get her lips, they were there.

“Okay–Fuck, okay, Trixie.” Pete’s breathing had deepened, shaky but firm. Trixie retracted the vibrator, turned it off, but let her fingers run through Pete’s folds as her breathing relaxed. Pete let out a heavy sigh and giggled into her shoulder as she watched Trixie play with her cunt. Her eyelids were low and face lightly smug, totally fucked out. Her cheeks had just a hint of pink to them, and Trixie had never seen that before. She loved it. Pete leaned up to kiss her again before grabbing Trixie’s wrist and putting her fingers in her mouth, sucking off her own slick. 

Trixie groaned, “Jesus–” She watched as Pete hallowed out her cheeks, her tongue licking at the underside of Trixie’s fingers. Her other hand caressed Pete’s side, “You’re fucking stunning, Pete.” 

Pete pulled out Trixie’s fingers with a quick pop and grinned, “You’re not too bad yourself.” 

“So, the vibe works then?” Trixie laughed, sitting back off of Pete’s legs so that Pete could adjust and rest her head on Trixie’s shoulder. She slung her arm around Trixie’s tummy and pulled her close. Trixie rested her head on Pete’s shiny head of hair. 

“Oh, fuck, yeah it works. Jesus, that was, like the longest orgasm I’ve ever had. Sorry I used it first, by the way. But I had to make sure it wouldn’t electrocute you, you know.”

“Longest one ever?” Trixie grinned, shrugging her shoulder to tease Pete, who laughed and flicked Trixie in the leg.

“Oh, there you go with the ego again. Whatever. Next time, I’m making you come four times.”

“Four? I’m gonna be fucking exhausted.” Trixie giggled, “Twice is enough for me.”

“Well, we’ll see about that.” Pete’s hand jumped towards Trixie’s cunt, but Trixie laughed and pushed her away. Pete’s crinkly-eyed smile made Trixie realize she was way deeper in it than she originally thought, and her heart ached. This could only end horribly, but for now, she laughed it off, play-fighting with Pete and trying to keep her hands away from her. 

“You freak! I bet you were thinking about lettuce the whole time!”

Pete laughed, folding over herself, and clutching her stomach, “Fuck, you’re right. We did need to buy groceries. I wanted to make a salad tonight… but I’m kinda full already, I think I’m good.” 

“You’re so stupid, Pete.” Trixie laughed, putting her shirt back on. Pete kissed her cheeks and wouldn’t look away from her. It freaked Trixie out, but she also loved it. She worried she wouldn’t know how to talk about her feelings with Pete anymore and looked away. 

“Hey, should we tell Jo and Andie? Or…?” Pete asked, mimicking Trixie and throwing her shirt back on, too. 

“Um…” Trixie felt like this was a question of are we going to make this thing or are we keeping this secret, and she wasn’t prepared to answer. She didn’t know what Pete wanted her to say, and she didn’t want to look stupid, either. “We can–”

“No, you know, we’ll just see where things go first, right?” Pete shrugged, talking fast and looking at the ground, shuffling around and looking for her underwear. She wouldn’t sit still. “Yeah, no, don’t worry. Sorry I asked. We’ll just–um. See how it goes, right?”

Trixie nodded, nervous and awkward. “Yeah, right. That’s fine. No pressure on it, you know. It just happened, so–”

“Right? That’s what I’m thinking. Just let it sit and then– yeah, they don’t need to know right away. I won’t say anything.”

“Me either. Um.” Trixie hated this, wanting to change the subject, she blurted the first thing that came to mind,  “Should we order a pizza?”

Pete grinned, the awkwardness dissipating a bit, “I love the way your brain works.”