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Really, there was never any other way for this night to go. The second she finds herself at the bar doing tequila shots with none other than Charlotte Matthews, she knows exactly how this’ll end.
They’ve been here before. Well, maybe not exactly.
It’s her, Lottie and Laura Lee, of all people, all leaning against the bar, all watching their exes — friends and otherwise — mingle across the room. It would be comical if it wasn’t such a cliché. There’s Travis, married to some girl Nat vaguely remembers hating when she made junior varsity, looking like the smug little bastard she always kind of thought he’d grow out of being. Jackie, clinging to Jeff like they haven’t been married ever since their senior year at Rutgers, her other arm around Shauna, who looks ready to kill anyone who points out she’s here alone. Kevyn’s sitting in the corner of the room with his wife, and Nat knows they have a kid, too; it’s kind of fucked. And of course Tai, still with Van, still the picture-perfect cunningly ambitious trailblazer she’s always been. Out of all of them, Nat’s surprised the two of them made it this far, but maybe she’s just jaded.
“This round’s on me,” Nat deadpans, pushing another set of tequila shots toward Laura Lee and Lottie.
Laura Lee sets her bottle of beer down and grins at her. “It’s an open bar, Natalie.”
Ok. Semantics. Whatever.
Lottie snorts out a laugh at that, raises the glass to her lips and doesn’t wait for anyone to mirror her before she throws it back without flinching. She’s still got that glint in her eye that Nat has always been at least a little intrigued by, even when she was young and dumb and acted like she didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone in this stupid town.
God, being around all these people she’s kind of conveniently forgotten about really just makes her feel fucking seventeen again, and not in a good way. Seventeen fucking sucked.
“I shouldn’t even be here,” Nat says, glancing around the auditorium. “Of course fucking Misty Quigley doesn’t know how to throw a party.”
What’s worse, it seems like everyone else is excited to be here tonight, which Nat finds baffling. She can think of about a million things that’d be more fun than her fucking ten-year high school reunion. Some people peak in high school; she definitely didn’t, so this feels like her literal idea of hell. Honestly, she wouldn’t have even fucking showed up to this if it wasn’t for Lottie, who emailed her the invite and said something about how they should go to see if they’re still the hottest people in their graduating class. It felt like a little bit of a challenge, and Nat’s not one to back down from those, especially where Lottie Matthews is concerned.
It was an olive branch she couldn’t really refuse. She and Lottie aren’t close. They’re not even fucking friends, but they still see each other once or twice a year, like clockwork. Lottie’s some sort of big-shot corporate baddie working in the city, thanks to nepotism and all that, and Nat happens to live there, too, so their paths cross sometimes. Usually for a drink at that dingy bar in Greenpoint they both like, and when the superficial catch up ends, they always just kind of drink in silence until they’re tipsy enough to stop pretending this is about anything other than how they both kind of really, really enjoy seeing each other naked. Call her sentimental; she doesn’t really care when she gets to fuck someone who’s as enthusiastic and generous in bed as Lottie.
It’s totally fine; they’re all adults around here. Sex doesn’t have to mean anything or be a big deal.
Anyway. Nat is hellbent on spending tonight sticking with Lottie, and apparently Laura Lee, too, as opposed to making terrible fucking small talk with all these losers she hasn’t spent a single second thinking about since she left Wiskayok behind and moved to the city almost ten years ago. She obviously didn’t think Laura Lee would be around tonight, or that they’d talk at all, but she’s never had an issue with the girl; the whole Jesus thing was a little much when she was an angry, drunk teenager, but other than that Laura’s always been pretty chill. She looks a lot more chill now, with her hair a little shorter and more in her face, and her eyes lined all smokey, wearing tight pants and a top that shows a hint of cleavage. There’s a tiny tattoo on her wrist that Nat saw Lottie glance at when the blonde reached for her drink earlier, and Lottie noticed her looking, raised her brow at her and winked, so yeah. She probably didn’t know Laura Lee was normal now either.
She hasn’t been into bourbon in years, but she orders a double now, even if mixing that with the tequila in her system might be unwise. Anything’s preferable to reminiscing about the various memories connecting her with the people scattered across the room right now.
The whiskey burns her throat as it goes down and Nat chases it with another sip, lets the burn linger.
It’s gonna be a long fucking night.
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She doesn’t actually drink much anymore. People are always fucking surprised to hear that, since she, like, runs a busy bar in New York City and serves her fair share of spirits most nights of the week, but it’s true. There’s something about witnessing what drinking does to people on the regular that kind of makes it unappealing; she’ll indulge and have a glass here or there, but she doesn’t drink to get drunk, not like she did in high school.
Unfortunately, that also means it doesn’t take much to get Nat drunk these days. Tonight’s probably a great night for that — she literally can’t fucking imagine being here sober. See, maybe the reason she was such a wreck her senior year of high school was this; all these assholes she had to be around all the time that are unbearable sober.
She’s on her second glass of bourbon, not to mention the multiple rounds of tequila, and she’s starting to feel good. She’s got a hotel booked for the night — some rundown shitty local inn because this city has exactly two hotels, and she wasn’t about to stay at a fucking Motel 6 — so she can just sleep it off tomorrow if she doesn’t end up spending the morning in Lottie’s bed.
This is what high school reunions are for, anyway, right? Finding the one or two people you don’t completely despise and then getting drunk enough to acknowledge it.
Laura Lee, of all people, is the one to say what all three of them must be thinking.
“I just want everyone here to know I’m so happy I no longer live in this miserable town.”
Nat nods, sips her drink and says, “Thank fucking god,” then realizes who she’s talking to and adds, “No offense, Lau.”
Lottie interrupts their little moment and throws an arm around both of them. “We’re definitely the sexiest people in this room.”
Lottie’s in this deep purple pantsuit that’s practically begging to be ripped off of her, and Nat allows herself a glance at her cleavage now, tits pressed together in what she’s sure is an equally hot and equally purple lingerie set. Lottie loves matching her underwear to her clothes. She’s hoping she’ll get the chance to get confirmation on that later.
“Is it bad that I just want to shove my success down these people’s throats, get drunk and leave?” Lottie asks, gripping their shoulders like she’s drunk enough to need the support. She definitely isn’t; Lottie’s just always been a little touchy-feely when she drinks.
They barely really speak to anyone else. Nat has a civil conversation with Van and Tai at some point, and she never fell out with Van, so it’d probably be nice to chat a little, if the way they used to actually be close wasn’t kind of hanging over their heads. Tai is working for some law firm in the nearest bigger city, and Van runs a little video store. It sounds like a decent life marred by compromise, and Nat smiles and pretends like she didn’t already know half of these things because Lottie told her the last time they saw each other. (She wonders how Lottie just knows this sorta stuff — it’s not like she’s still in touch with any of their high school friends.)
Laura Lee takes pity on Misty at some point and waves her over, even as Lottie and Nat jokingly try to duck for cover behind the bar to avoid her, and Nat runs into Shauna in the bathrooms when she’s fixing her hair by the sink. They share a few lines of small talk, and then Nat sort of makes an excuse to go back inside.
Nat sees Lottie chatting to Kevyn at the bar when she walks back into the auditorium, and he waves at her awkwardly when their paths cross on her way over there. Lottie is smiling like she’s expecting Nat to say something about that, so she hugs her from behind and whispers, “Traitor,” in her ear, which gets Lottie to giggle.
Drinks in hand, they watch Laura Lee talk to Mari and Gen at a nearby table, and Nat knows she can’t be the only one wondering when Laura fucking Lee got hot. She’s talking with her hands, confidence practically oozing from her, and Lottie puts a hand on Nat’s leg under the bar until she directs her attention at her instead.
“This is super fucked, right?”
Lottie snorts, eyebrows creased in amusement and squeezes her thigh, which is comforting in a way she didn’t even know she needed right now.
“It really fucking is.”
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It’s Laura’s idea to grab an open bottle of champagne when the bartender isn’t looking and aimlessly wander around campus. They peek into trophy cases and try classroom doors until they find one that’s unlocked, and there’s enough light streaming in from the fluorescent lighting outside that they don’t have to turn the overheads on when they sit down near the front of the room, Lottie perched on the teacher’s desk while Nat and Laura Lee find a spot in the front row.
See, there are a million things she kind of wants to ask or say, most of them related to how fucking bizarre it feels to be back here after all these years, but she’d rather not go there. She takes a gulp of the champagne, then hands the bottle to Lottie and smirks at her.
“So who is Lottie Matthews fucking these days?”
What? They’re all tipsy at this point; she’s tempted to say she’s well on her way to drunk, actually. She isn’t gonna beat around the bush. It’s time to ask the real questions.
An intrigued smile spreads across Lottie’s face, and the tension in the room is palpable. She doesn’t check to see what Laura Lee is doing and she doesn’t really care, either.
“No one, really,” Lottie says all coy, and to her surprise, she hears Laura Lee scoff, which immediately gets her both of their full attention.
“You really haven’t changed,” the girl says, and then she smirks (Okay?) at Lottie and says, “What’s her name?”
Lottie tips the bottle back again, hands it to Laura like they do this all the time, and says, “Do you want a list, or…”
Laura Lee shakes her head right as Nat says, “Yes,” and then they’re all laughing.
“There’s nothing wrong with a healthy sexual appetite. Both of you should know a thing or two about that.”
Come again? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Nat feels the silence stretch a little, more tense than before, so she asks, “Last time you had sex?” to keep things moving.
“Really? Are you asking if it was good?”
She kinda just wanted to know when Lottie last got laid, actually, but sure, she’ll bite. She shrugs her shoulders, grins at Lottie and says, “Don’t really need to ask to know it was good.”
Lottie makes a face, and oh — Nat’s intrigued now. “What, it wasn’t good?”
“It was fine. She was… She wouldn’t let me go down on her, and you know that’s my favorite part.”
Nat hears herself let out a quiet whimper which she quickly covers up with words. “Who the fuck wouldn’t want your mouth?”
Lottie holds her gaze, lips curling into a smirk, and Nat’s pretty sure her plans for the rest of the night are about to involve a hands-on demonstration of exactly what said mouth can do. Fuck yeah.
Laura laughs again, which serves as a good reminder that she’s still here, too, and Nat decides she’s probably wasting her drunk interrogation skills on the wrong person.
“You!” she exclaims, eyes fixed on Laura now. “What the fuck happened to you?”
Laura grins, looks over at Lottie like the brunette can help her figure this out, and she watches Lottie smile when she says, “Nat’s gaydar has always been really awful, don’t take it personally.”
Nat sort of wonders if Lottie’s voice has always been that low. She sounds like she’s picked up smoking again, which makes Nat want a cigarette really badly, even if she sort of shook that habit a while ago. Drunk cigarettes don’t count, though. Everyone knows that.
Shit, the champagne’s going straight to her head.
“’S not true. My gaydar is fine.”
“You literally thought I was into Travis when we were younger.”
“Well… I saw you two talking all close, so…”
“God forbid two people talk at school, you’re so right…”
Laura interrupts their bickering to talk about her move to Chicago, her two cats and her job at a non profit, and Nat’s totally drunkenly zoning out until she hears her say the word partners.
“I’m sorry, did you say partners? Like, plural?”
The blonde shrugs and shoots her a look that Nat instantly recognizes to mean trouble. It should come with a fucking warning sign. “I didn’t realize Natalie Scatorccio, of all people, would be a prude about monogamy.”
“Yeah, well I didn’t think the pious Mormon girl I went to high school with would be gaying it up in some polycule, so.”
Laura Lee shoots her a baiting grin. “There’s only three of us, actually.”
Lottie literally chokes on a laugh, has to cough and catch her breath and everything, and they all join in. All of this is fucking hilarious, and unexpected, and she’s too far gone to care that they’re all totally flirting.
Then Lottie gets up and sits down right on top of the desk Laura is sitting at, and they’re whispering lowly, fingers brushing as they keep looking over at her.
Maybe she should just not add a drunken threesome with her high school crush and the girl who used to make her pray before soccer games to her resume. Walking away would be the mature thing to do, and she’s not drunk enough to blame that kind of thing on the alcohol.
She’s gonna at least try to make an effort to avoid that.
“Okay, I’m just gonna leave you two to figure out whatever the fuck this—“ Nat gestures between the two of them, “— Is.”
“No,” Lottie tells her, and Laura Lee is looking anywhere but at her as she says, “Stay.”
Well, tonight just got a whole lot more interesting.
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They end up at Lottie’s parents' house because no one’s home. Apparently the Matthews’ have retired to Fiji, or maybe it was Oahu, Nat’s not sure. Some nice island somewhere. Lottie didn’t really ask, or invite them over, she just called them a cab, put them in the back and told the driver her address.
It’s kind of just insane enough to seem like a good idea.
Lottie leads them through the impressive foyer of the McMansion Nat vaguely remembers from a couple of high school parties, and then they’re in her teenage bedroom, which somehow just feels so fucking fitting for tonight.
She’s glad they’re not in anyone’s actual personal space. She doesn’t need to know how Laura Lee or Lottie live now, what sort of art they have on their walls and where they eat their breakfast. This is good; neutral grounds, sort of, even though Lottie obviously lived here once upon a time. The room is still pink, one of those tasteful darker rich people shades of pink, and Nat falls back against the soft bedding with a laugh.
“See? Your room looked like this and you blame me for having bad gaydar?”
Lottie rolls her eyes fondly as she lingers near the end of the bed, her fingers playing with the single button holding her blazer closed, and Nat watches her toy with it for a moment before she loses her patience.
“Take the stupid thing off already.”
Lottie does, and she watches Laura Lee take in the view before she allows herself to check out the lacy, intricate bralette Lottie is in. As predicted, it’s purple — Nat loves being right about dumb shit like this — and really fucking see-through, and god, she needs to be touching her.
“So what happens now?” Lottie asks, fingers dancing up and down her arm like she’s struggling to contain her excitement.
Laura Lee is sitting close to her, close enough for Nat to reach once she sits up, and she figures she can always just show her instead of tell. She moves her hand into the short hair at the nape of Laura’s neck, pulls her in slow enough to give her a chance to move away if that’s what she wants to do, and then she’s kissing her. It’s not gentle, not for a minute, and that feels right after they spent the past hour exchanging filthy little stories and looks. Nat’s pretty sure she hears Lottie groan when she bites down on Laura’s lip and the girl moans wantonly.
“Holy shit,” Lottie says, and Nat breaks the kiss to laugh, because yeah, holy fucking shit. “This is gonna be so good."
Laura beckons Lottie over, and then they’re all sitting within arm’s reach of each other, so Nat puts an arm around the blonde in the middle and traces a finger up and down Lottie’s exposed spine.
“You sure no one’s gonna be mad about this back home, Lau?”
Laura Lee bites her lip and shakes her head, and she’s got her eyes fixed on the smirk on Lottie’s lips. “They like Lottie.”
Nat isn’t even gonna ask. Or at least she thinks she won’t, but then Lottie pulls Laura Lee into her lap and kisses her all filthy — there’s tongue and teeth and these little whines that make Nat fucking crazy — and she kinda has to say something.
“There’s no fucking way you two have never done that before.”
Lottie smiles into the kiss and opens her eyes for a second to glance at Nat, and Laura Lee says, “Maybe once or twice,” when Lottie kisses a line from her lips to her jaw before she latches onto her neck. “But never like this.”
Never with another person around. The idea of that is so hot, Nat actually whimpers.
See, Nat knows she has a little bit of a problem with sharing. She’s never been good at it, especially when it comes to romantic partners. Call her possessive; she doesn’t care. She likes what she likes and what she likes is when people pay attention to her and only her. Truthfully, she’s never even considered that sharing could be this hot. The mere thought of another person touching someone she’s into usually makes her blood boil, but for some reason she doesn’t mind when it’s Laura Lee. Lottie isn’t really hers, anyway, and it would be dumb to think of her in those terms.
She’ll get her fix later. For now, Nat just sits back and watches as Laura’s hands wander down Lottie’s back, slipping under the clasp of her bra. She kinda loses track of what’s happening for a second when the scrap of purple lace falls away from Lottie’s body, too busy staring at all the new skin on display, but suddenly there are hands on the zipper of her dress and then it’s pulled down, and two sets of hands are fighting over who gets to push her back against the pillows. Laura Lee seems to win that one, and then they’re kissing again, and she makes quick work of the buttons on Laura’s tailored waistcoat. (Such a fucking good look on her.)
She’s barely gotten the thing pushed off her shoulders when Lottie lies down right next to her, runs a hand over Nat’s abdomen and murmurs, “My turn.”
It’s been a while since they’ve done this, but kissing Lottie always feels just as exciting as it did the very first time. Her teeth tug at Nat’s lip, and she stealthily distracts her with her tongue as she gets Nat out of her strapless bra, and then there are lips on her collarbone and teeth nipping at her skin.
Lot sits back on her legs for a second to look down at her, and Nat finds herself smiling at the stupid fucking grin on her lips. Cocky just looks so good on her. She kind of has to pull her down and kiss her again, and she whines when their tits press together.
When they come up for air, Laura Lee is studying them with a puzzled look on her face, and then she laughs. “When did this start?” she asks, gesturing between her and Lot and Nat just kind of shrugs. She wonders what gave them away, but Laura’s always been a keen observer.
She reaches over and pulls her fingers through the belt loops of Laura’s corduroy pants, her other hand still on Lottie’s naked waist and says, “Does it matter?”
It pretty obviously doesn’t, because then Laura Lee is pushing at Lottie’s hips to get her upright again so she can get her pants off of her, and once that’s done she presses herself all up against her back and gropes her chest, eyes locked on Nat over her shoulder the whole time. Nat figures she might as well get involved in all of this, so she scoots over until she can get her hands on Laura Lee’s zipper, and then she’s finally left in just her underwear, too.
Lottie is the one who finally says, “Get on the bed, both of you,” so someone’s got a handle on the logistics of all this, which is good. Nat isn’t sure she’s in the right headspace for that. She’s not very coordinated at the best of times.
She’s been thinking about getting Lottie naked all night, pretty much since she first walked into the auditorium for the reunion, and the real thing more than lives up to the highlight reel of memories she’s been replaying in her head since their last rendezvous. Laura Lee, though? Laura Lee’s about ten times hotter like this than Nat could have ever imagined in her wildest dreams. Which she’s never done, for the record — she’s definitely never pictured her naked, but that doesn’t keep her from admiring the view now.
She gets comfortable in the middle of the bed, arms propped up behind her head, and watches Laura Lee spread out next to her, one of her legs slung over Nat’s hip and a hand strategically placed over the waistband of her underwear.
Lottie just stands there for a moment, steps out of her thong and then nonchalantly says, “Kiss her, Nat.”
Nat doesn’t need to be told twice, so she does, and Laura Lee moves on top of her right away, pressing her knee right against the wet cotton of her panties. There’s a hand on her boob and the pressure between her legs feels fucking perfect, so perfect Nat barely even notices Lottie sit down next to them.
She sure as fuck notices when Lottie reaches for Laura’s shoulder and gets her to move down Nat’s body with a demanding, “Go,” so the brunette can take over kissing Nat, and shit, when did this become all about her? She’s not complaining, it’s just kind of a lot.
God, this is already so fucking good, and they’ve barely even started. She feels Laura Lee tug at the waistband of her underwear, and she can’t say what she wants to with Lottie’s lips on hers, so she just pushes her hips up off the bed and waits for the blonde to get the hint.
Lottie stops kissing her long enough to look down and see what’s going on, and then she chuckles lowly. Before Nat can see for herself, there are hands on her thighs spreading them apart, and then she feels Laura’s breath against her, which—
“Fuck,” she moans when Laura unceremoniously goes right for her clit and sucks it into her mouth.
“Mhm, she likes that,” Lottie says, then runs a teasing finger over Nat’s lips. She flicks her tongue against the digit and nips at it, just for the hell of it. “Don’t you, Nat?”
Nat nods, incapable of something as trivial as human language when Laura Lee’s worshipping her with the sort of devotion she used to reserve for Jesus fucking Christ himself. Then she slips two fingers into her, right to the last knuckle, and the obscene wet sound of it makes Nat keen out Laura’s name.
Lottie is just watching Laura fuck Nat with interest, her fingers absentmindedly dancing over Nat’s chest, and Nat loses herself in the sensory overload of it all. Her eyes flutter closed against her will, even though she’d love to keep watching Laura work her like this, but the pleasure wins out. At one point Lottie kisses her again, one of those kisses that lacks any sort of finesse because they’re both breathing hard, and it isn’t until Nat finally manages to open her eyes again that she sees Lottie is touching herself, fingers hooked inside herself as she strains her neck to keep their lips connected.
It’s hands down the hottest fucking thing she’s ever seen, and it only takes her a second to decide she doesn’t want to watch Lottie make herself come.
“Lau,” she whines out, and Laura twists her fingers at the nickname, probably convinced she’s asking for more. Which she is, but not like… “I want her, too.”
The guttural moan that leaves Laura Lee’s throat in response goes straight to her clit, and not just because Laura’s licking a wide circle around it as she moans. She pulls back, fingers still inside Nat, and asks, “Where do you want her?”
She’s too fucking keyed up to answer that, so she looks at Lot and hopes she’ll have some genius idea here. When their eyes meet, Lottie’s are almost black, pupils blown, and Nat wants to lick the perfect little bead of sweat that’s threatening to fall from her brow off for her.
Lottie pulls her hand from between her legs, fingers glistening and Nat wonders how the fuck she ever lived her life not knowing what Lottie tastes like. What a sad fucking existence that was. They’re clearly at a standstill here, waiting for someone to decide how this is gonna play out, and when she watches Lottie bring her fingers to her own lips, she quickly grabs her wrist and stops her. She absolutely can’t miss out on tasting her, and yeah, actually, maybe…
“C’mere.” She lets go of her wrist, waits for Lottie to move, and when she doesn’t, she lets out an impatient huff. “Now, Matthews, god.”
Laura Lee rests her head on Nat’s thigh, is considerate enough to wait for everyone to get into position before she gets back to eating her out, and Nat reaches down to pat her hair, just because.
“Where do you want me, Nat, huh?”
Lottie’s always so fucking annoying when they do this, will get her to spell things out for her, and Nat totally knows it’s because she gets off on hearing her say filthy shit in the heat of the moment. She usually makes her work a little harder for it, but she’s way too far gone for that now; she’d say anything if it’d get her closer to finally getting off.
Nat licks her lips and deadpans, “Just sit on my face so we can get this fucking show on the road, okay?”
The smug grin on Lottie’s lips gives way to this dazed, fucked out expression that Nat loves, and then things happen so quickly, Nat doesn’t even know how they happened in the first place. There’s a little bit of organized chaos as they move her around so Lottie can fit one of her thighs on either side of Nat’s face, and she fully stops even trying to keep up with what’s going on when Lottie grinds down against her tongue and reaches down to brush her hair off her face.
Really, there’s not much technique to any of this; her fine motor skills are a little impaired on account of her being, you know, pretty drunk and really fucking horny, but Lottie doesn’t seem to mind, just takes what she needs from Nat and makes these little sounds that she absolutely can’t get enough of.
Laura Lee holds her hips down roughly when Nat tries to grind up into her touch, just wraps her lips around her nerves and sucks as she crooks her fingers inside her, and Nat’s thigh is twitching from how tense her muscles are, the tightly wound coil in her lower belly threatening to snap.
There’s no way they’re both gonna come at the same time, and Nat thinks that’d be way too overwhelming anyway. She can tell Lottie is close because the movement of her hips is getting more erratic, and Nat somehow has the presence of mind to flex her tongue up against her, which gets her a chant of yes, Nat, fuck, please. Then Lottie grips Nat’s hands where they’re holding onto her hips and puts more of her weight on her, a silent scream falling from her lips as her body tenses up before it goes limp and her forehead falls against the headboard with a resounding thud.
Nat takes a deep breath when Lottie finally dismounts, coming to drop down next to them instead, and she immediately leans over and licks Nat’s chin clean, shamelessly flattens her tongue against her skin to wipe some of her own wetness off of her cheek.
“Holy shit, Lot,” Nat groans, and Lottie leans in for a quick kiss before she lays her head in the crook of Nat’s neck and giggles.
Before Nat really has time to process how fucking hot all of that was, Laura Lee picks up her pace again, and Lottie makes herself useful, reaches a long arm down Nat’s body and tangles a hand in Laura’s hair.
“Come on, eat her pussy,” she says, and that alone has Nat almost ready to burst. Lottie’s so fucking good at this, at spurring her on with words. “Don’t stop until she’s fucking begging you to.”
Laura does as she’s told, and Nat finds herself reaching for any part of Lottie she can hold onto, ends up grabbing her shoulder and pressing her nails into her skin when she feels herself teetering on the brink of insanity.
“More,” Nat says without really thinking, has no idea what she’s asking for, but she needs to come, and she needs it to happen now. Laura keeps narrowly avoiding her clit as she licks around her folds, and when Nat pushes her hips up against her she manages to get her right where she wants her to be. Fuck. She hears herself whimper, and she thinks she says something like, “Yeah, fuck, right there, baby,” and then everything goes white as her breathing stutters and the pleasure just keeps building and building and building as she feels Laura withdraw her fingers almost all the way and push back in hard. Her abs clench and unclench, and she’s shaking, and she faintly hears Lottie’s voice coaching Laura through it, telling her to keep going.
“Mhm. Stop, please.”
She does not stop.
Her second orgasm is less intense than the first but still feels fucking amazing, and then she literally pushes Laura away with force and hugs her legs to her chest so she can catch her breath.
She’s about to return the favor and focus her attention on Laura Lee, but Lottie beats her to it with unbridled enthusiasm, is already on top of the other girl, and she doesn’t really look like she needs any help. The two of them are moaning in tandem, working each other up as their limbs entangle, and the last thing Nat hears before she drifts off into a dreamless sleep is Lottie’s voice saying something about how they’ll just have to wait to fuck her again later.
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It isn’t very hard to convince Laura to come to New York for a visit. It takes no convincing at all, actually, and before Nat’s even finished explaining how it’d totally be no strings, Laura has agreed to book a flight.
Lottie chuckles at the eagerness in Laura’s voice, and then she says, “We can go to that terrible bar in Greenpoint,” like it’s just that easy, acknowledging that that’s a thing they do.
With how deliriously tired she is, Nat can’t figure out why it should have to be harder than that.
Laura leans over and kisses Nat, and Lottie sucks a little mark into her shoulder from behind, and Nat isn’t even going to pretend it doesn’t feel really fucking good to have two people want her like this.