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It all happened so quickly after that. All Judith had needed was to be pushed, and then she let momentum carry her. She was a being in motion that physics was acting upon. She was not sure if it was more disconcerting to acknowledge the feeling of inevitability around it all, or to identify the series of events as choices she was making.
It was only a handful of text messages and days later that Judith met Corona at the bus stop on her campus and led her back to her room. Their conversation was light and unremarkable. It was the first warm day in as long as Judith could remember, and there was an uncanny feeling in the air. Corona slipped her arm easily around Judith’s. Bare flesh on bare flesh.
She imagined everyone around her must be able to see what she felt, the weight of what she was doing. They were only two girls walking arm in arm on a weekday afternoon, there was nothing to see. But there was a threshold so close ahead of her, and she knew that when she crossed it she could not turn back. Things with Corona could never be the same again, now that it was out in the open. They arrived at Judith’s door.
“Jody, you’re an R.A. ?”
“Yes,'' Judith said, fiddling with the lock.
Corona snorted. “Cop.” Judith rolled her eyes.
“You won’t say that when you see my room,” she said, and pushed the door open.
Judith had left behind the cramped double rooms of her earlier college years, and now, as an R.A., had been upgraded to a suite of her own. She had a small, tidy kitchenette and a bathroom with a tub all to herself. A respectable window cast warm light on a double bed, so precisely made that it looked like it had never been slept in.
“It’s a nice room,” Corona conceded. “For a cop.”
Before she could respond, Judith was pushed up against the back of her door. Corona took her lower lip into her mouth and bit, kissing her so hard she thought she might bruise.
“Stop slamming me against walls, you’re going to give me a concussion,” Judith rebutted weakly.
“Surprising you’re not already concussed from all those contact sports,” Corona said, squeezing Judith’s bicep. “Are you sure you’re alright? You’re making impulsive decisions.”
Instead, Corona pulled them onto the bed. Judith barely registered the motion until the impact of their two bodies rumpled her orderly bedding. Corona was practically climbing her. Judith was on her back, unable or unwilling to move. It was all she could do to continue inhaling and exhaling as she felt her cheeks burn and listened to her heartbeat roaring in her ears.
Corona slid her hands up under Judith’s shirt until her fingertips reached the band of her sports bra.
“Can I?” she asked, and Judith found herself nodding eagerly as she allowed Coronabeth Tridentarius to coax her out of her clothes. Judith’s jeans, shirt, and bra fell in a careless heap on the floor, leaving her bare but for a pair of black boxer briefs.
“Look at you,” Corona said, “I meant it when I called you handsome, you know.”
No other person had ever seen this much of her body before. She was surprised to feel unashamed. Instead, she felt overdressed. Corona turned her back to her, and with gently shaking hands, Judith unzipped her dress. She pulled the dress up over Corona’s head and kissed her naked shoulder. The skin of her back smelled of faint sweat and floral perfume. Judith began to fold the dress into a neat square.
“Just throw it, Jody, please,” Corona said. She sounded short of breath. So Judith did, and watched the fabric float down to land on top of her own discarded clothes.
Corona massaged Judith’s modest breasts and narrowed in on her tight dark nipples, squeezing firmly with rose gold polished fingers. Judith breathed through the almost-pain, starry-eyed. It seemed every muscle tightened at the touch, her whole body at tense attention.
Jody, let me unbend you,” Corona said, ever-cryptic.
Below her, Judith froze and attempted to steady her breathing. Corona ran her hands up and down Judith’s arms where they waited taut at her sides. She pulled her arms back until they were outstretched above her head.
“What –” she began, but Corona cut her off.
“You look so good, laid out for me like this,” she said, and removed the rose-patterned silk scarf from her hair, releasing an explosion of blonde curls.
In an incomprehensible maneuver, Corona repurposed the scarf, looping it in a figure eight and tying Judith’s wrists together with a decisive knot. Judith tested her restraints with a gentle pull. The material was slippery, decorative, not functional, and she could have easily wriggled her arms free, but she found that for once, she had no desire to fight back.
Once she started to let herself, it was so easy to surrender to Corona. She had only been teetering on the edge of it for most of her life. Now, with a wide, soft thigh on either side of her, it was getting harder to think. The weight of Corona on top of her was grounding, but the warmth of Corona’s body against her stomach made her feel dizzy.
It was easier for Judith to breathe with her hands out of the way. She didn’t have to worry about where to put them — Corona’s waist, her hips, adorned with the lacy remnants of stretch marks, or her breasts, which were spilling out of the frilly bra Judith couldn’t help but recognize from the pool at the twins’ 18th birthday party.
Corona surveyed her handiwork and made a small, pleased hum before leaning down to kiss her again, deeply and hungrily. Judith withstood this for a long time, until she couldn’t help but press her hips up against Corona, straining for friction. Corona swung her leg off over Judith’s body and pulled off her boxer briefs. She found herself nodding again. Corona pushed her legs apart and placed two fingers against Judith’s entrance.
“So wet for me already,” she remarked. Any contact was a relief, but it wasn’t enough. Corona pulled her fingers away much too soon. Instead, she pushed them against Judith’s lips until she tasted salt. It was so — unsanitary, she thought, and felt another rush of wetness between her legs.
Where Corona had been rough before, she was so gentle now, as she slipped a single finger into Judith’s cunt very slowly. Corona gave her a moment to get used to it before she bent the finger against the inside of her, and Judith trembled with her whole body. Corona grinned and repeated the motion until Judith was panting aloud.
“Another one, Jody. You can handle it, we’ll go slow,” Corona breathed, and guided another finger in. Judith took a sharp breath and felt herself adjust to the fullness, her body welcoming Corona inside of her.
“There you go, good girl,” Corona cooed.
Judith swore. She would not be patronized, even in her vulnerable position.
“So tight. Of course you are, you always were,” Corona said, not accusatory, but in a quiet voice, as if to herself. She bent her head and placed a small kiss on Judith’s stomach.
From where she looked up, balanced above the juncture of Judith’s thighs, Corona’s eyes shone fully violet. And then her mouth was on her, tonguing expertly over Judith’s clit as her fingers kept up their rhythm inside of her.
“Fuck,” was all Judith was capable of saying. She thought she might cry. “Oh fuck, oh god,” she repeated as the sensation built until it swallowed her. She could recognize through the pleasure clouding her brain that she wouldn’t last long. It was a very short time before she was coming in Corona’s mouth.
Corona made a wordless noise of approval and worked her through it until her orgasm lulled into gentle throbs.
She untied Judith’s wrists and laid back on the bed next to her as she caught her breath.
“I haven’t —“ Judith began, sitting up.
Corona smiled. “I know.” Judith waited for the inevitable dig, but it didn’t come. “I’ll show you.”
Judith’s arms wrapped around Corona’s body and held her close as her fingers struggled valiantly with the three clasps at the back of Corona’s bra.
“You did this on purpose,” Judith whined, “You’re trying to kill me.”
Corona laughed. “I could help you, but I’m enjoying this too much. So Judith Deuteros isn’t good at everything ,” she teased.
Always determined in the face of others’ doubt, Judith persisted until at last, she unhooked the third clasp and pulled the bra free. She couldn’t help but marvel at her. For any given occasion, Corona dressed proudly, making it rather obvious her breasts were an impressive feature, but it was nothing compared to such close proximity. Judith buried her face between Corona’s breasts and gathered herself in that warm dark. She felt Corona laughing.
She pulled Judith away and gestured at the unattended lower half of her body. “I want these off,” she said strictly.
Judith observed her own fingers sliding under the fabric, wrapping around to pull Corona’s underwear off. For the first time, Judith saw all of her. It was almost too much to bear — her soft stomach, the flaxen cloud of curls where her thighs met. Without looking, she could feel Corona’s eyes on her as she watched Judith admiring her indisputably. It was only then that she really felt revealed, beyond naked, as if Corona could see under her skin. She worried Corona might be able to hear what she thought then, but the only sound was their breathing.
Corona took Judith’s right hand between hers and warmed it, shaped it, pulled Judith’s index and middle fingers out from the curl of her fist.
“Like this,” she said, and then kissed Judith’s fingertips. Corona made her own hand the same shape and moved her outstretched fingers in a beckoning motion. Judith copied her automatically.
“Yeah, like that, like you want me to come, get it?” she said with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Yeah, I get it,” Judith said wryly, but she couldn’t even roll her eyes, because she wanted that, she wanted that more than anything.
“When you’re ready,” Corona said. She grasped Judith’s wrist and guided her hand until her fingertips pressed against where Corona waited slick for her.
“Do you feel what you did to me?” Corona asked, and Judith nodded intently.
She waited for a signal, and at Corona’s nod, Judith pressed her two fingers into her cunt.
When she was in up to her knuckles it was Judith, not Corona, who let out a breathy “Oh my god.” Immediately she was overwhelmed by the heat of her. Judith looked down at her busy hand. Part of her was inside of Corona’s body, the deepest part of her. The people who admired Corona as she floated through her everyday couldn’t see this. Corona had chosen her.
Judith curled her fingers again and again, and Corona groaned in affirmation when she reached the spongy apex of her front wall.
“More,” Corona instructed. “I need more, another finger.” The third finger slid in seamlessly, like it belonged there.
“Yes, yes, Jody, fuck, like that,” she moaned, and Judith took this as a vote of confidence and fucked her faster. While Judith buried her fingers in her, Corona’s shining finger worked in quick, precise circles around her clit. She lay with her head tipped back, her mouth just open, her cheeks and the tips of her ears flushed pink.
“For so long,” she gasped, “I’ve — imagined this,” and then her body began to shake, and her words turned unintelligible. And then Corona came with a soft laugh, squeezing Judith’s fingers so tight, holding them with the inside of her. She went still.
Now it was Corona who said “Fuck,” long and slow. “Okay, maybe you are good at everything.”
Judith began to extract her fingers and felt a sudden melancholy. It had taken so much to get here, and she wasn’t ready to be separate again. Corona pawed at her hand and said, “No, not yet, stay.” Judith kept her hand where it was, not moving, just feeling Corona pulse around her fingers as her orgasm receded.
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After Corona went home, Judith ignored her room’s disarray and lay back on her bed, bringing her fingers to her nose and breathing in the smell of her. As if Corona was eager to remain, to remind her.
What had come over her? Her room was a mess, and this reminiscence was unhygienic. She should wash her hands.
In front of the sink, Judith held her hand to her face and inhaled again. Corona had always been stubborn. Too stubborn to be washed away, Judith thought, looking closely at her hands as she placed them under the stream of water.
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In the days after, Judith felt almost feverish. Her head swam during lectures, she was clumsy and slow at practice, and not an hour went by when she didn’t think of Corona’s hands on her, of her own hands tied, her body entirely at Corona’s mercy.
It was less than a week before she was in her bed again. Judith’s rigid weekday afternoon schedule seemed untenable now. Her priorities had been upended.
Corona met her after class and sprawled across the end of her bed as naturally as if it were her own. Judith supposed it was now, in a way. Corona unlaced her knee high boots and Judith excused herself to splash cold water on her face in her bathroom, trying to calm her mind’s humming.
In the bedroom, Corona was reclining on the bed wearing only a soft bra and high-waisted panties in a matching raspberry red. She had found Judith’s discreet purple vibrator and was examining it closely, as if it were an insect specimen pinned in a display.
“Fuck. You went through my drawers?” Judith asked, unsure why she was surprised.
“Cute,” Corona said, turning the vibrator over in her hands. “Do you think of me?”
“I am not going to respond to that,” Judith said, and sat next to her on the bed. They kissed mercilessly for a long time, until Corona had Judith pinned under her. She palmed at Judith’s breasts over her shirt and Judith tried to keep herself from writhing.
Corona pouted above her. “You’re wearing too much,” she complained. She pulled Judith’s shirt over her head and pressed the heel of her hand against her nipple, visibly hard through her sports bra. Judith gasped and stumbled with the button of her jeans. Corona knelt before her and helped her out of them, sliding each leg free.
Judith lay back on her elbows in her sports bra and briefs, breathing heavy. “Much better,” Corona said, climbing back onto the bed. She ran a flat palm over Judith’s lower stomach and felt her abs tighten under her hand. Judith shivered. Corona looked suddenly inspired, and her smile was mean. Judith knew this look. She was plotting.
With a manicured finger, Corona pressed a button and the vibrator buzzed to life. She kept pressing until she couldn’t any longer, until the device was on its strongest setting, and then she held it against where Judith’s clit lay swollen behind her sticky briefs.
Judith hissed and jolted at the sudden contact, so quickly on the brink of overstimulation. “Corona! Fuck!”
“Do you think of me?” she asked again, keeping her hand decidedly in place.
“I think of you! I think of you! God, turn that down!” Judith yelped.
“Good girl,” Corona cooed, and turned the vibrator down a few settings, pressing it harder against the damp fabric of Judith’s underwear. As she acclimated to the new setting, Judith bucked against the vibrator in Corona’s hand.
Corona smiled down at her. “Oh Judith, you can barely help yourself.”
Automatically, Judith wound her hand in the thicket of Corona’s hair and pulled. This had been the primary tactic for disarming Corona in order to regain the upper hand in their childhood brawls, so the movement came to Judith instinctively. This time, she was met with the sound of a low moan, almost a growl, and then a disarming giggle.
“Well done, Jody,” Corona said, breathing hard. “You’ve discovered something.”
Judith pulled again, harder. Corona moaned again.
“Come on, I can’t be the only one for whom wrestling handsome party guests played an important role in psychosexual development,” Corona mused.
“You’re depraved,” Judith said, tilting her hips upward involuntarily, impatient for more contact.
“Hardly. I’m a psych major ,” Corona said, and pulled the vibrator away, looking Judith in the eye as she turned it off and set it aside unforgivingly. Judith heard herself make a pathetic sound.
“You’ll have to earn that back,” Corona scolded.
Judith laid back in frustrated resignation and watched Corona undress. She pushed a pillow behind Judith’s head and then moved up her body until her thighs bracketed her shoulders. Judith took a shaky breath in, luxuriating in the weight of Corona on top of her. She felt warmer and more secure than she could remember feeling for a long time, maybe ever. Before this could overwhelm her, she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into the velvety flesh of Corona’s thigh. Corona trembled above her. When Judith pulled back, there was a wet purple mark where her mouth had been.
“Open your mouth for me,” Corona commanded, and Judith did. Up close, she was deep red. She bore down against Judith’s tongue, and she felt Corona’s clit grow hard as she took in the briny taste of her. Corona sighed.
Judith made a hungry noise as she looked up to see Corona playing with her own rosy nipples. She licked at her until her face was soaked, and then until her jaw ached, and then she pushed forward through the dull pain.
Where before she had been making high, breathy little sounds, Corona’s voice sounded clear and rational as she ordered, “Suck me.” Judith wrapped her lips around her clit and pulled her closer in. Corona came with a noise so deep it almost scared her. For a moment, she wondered if she was hurt, but as Corona lowered herself down onto the bed next to Judith, she was smiling, her hair unkempt around her face.
Once she had recovered, Corona reached for the vibrator again. This time, she relented and peeled off Judith’s briefs. When Corona held the vibrator against Judith’s unclothed clit at last, she flinched.
“More,” she spat, and Corona turned the vibrator up.
Judith’s thighs clenched tight, insistent on maintaining contact. There was no slow, warm build like last time, but a desperate, animal relief as she came so hard and fast it almost hurt.
"God,” she choked out.
“Yes?” Corona asked proudly.
“Shut up,” Judith said with a tired laugh as Corona reached for her.
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This was the second night in her adult life that Judith had shared a bed with a woman in sleep, but as Corona pulled her flush against her back, she did not have to wonder. Unrestrained now, she felt all of her skin against all of her skin.
The next week marked the beginning of summer break, and Judith and Corona would have to leave this bubble for the familiar constraints of home. Soon Ianthe and Naberius would know everything, if they didn’t already, and there would be questions. There would be no privacy. Though Judith dreaded it abstractly, she couldn’t feel this apprehension in an immediate way. It was hard to focus on that.
For now, there was a girl in her bed, her curls splayed across Judith’s pillow, and it was the easiest thing in the world to wrap her arm around Corona, to tuck it in against the softness of her stomach, and to sleep just a little longer.