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“What happened to you last night?” Kelley asked as she walked past her best friend into her home.
“Well hello to you, too,” Tobin said shutting the front door following her best friend into the living room where Kelley had already sprawled out on the couch.
“Dude, we were looking for you for like 2 hours,” Kelley said scrolling through instagram. “You just like disappeared.”
“Uh, yeah,” Tobin said rubbing the back of her neck before sitting down on the couch opposite of Kelley. “I was tired so I just went home,” Tobin offered shakily hoping her friend couldn’t pick up on her wavering response.
“Bullshit, Heath,” Kelley said pulling her attention away from her phone and narrowing her eyes at Tobin. The two had been best friends for 10 years and Kelley had always been able to tell instantly when Tobin was lying. “Where the fuck where you? And don’t you dare lie to me again.”
“Nowhere,” Tobin said defensively. Kelley locked her phone and sat up with her full attention on getting the details from Tobin.
“Tobin Heath. If you don’t tell me right now I will tell the entire team how about that time in 8th grade when you-"
“OKAY!” Tobin cut off her friend. “Okay,” she sighed tossing her head back. “You have to promise not to tell anyone, though.”
“Pinky promise hope to die. Now spill.”
Tobin sighed and buried her face in her hands. “You know Christen Press?” Kelley’s eyes widened and her face went white.
“Tobin. No”
“Kelley. Yeah.”
Kelley sat there dumbfounded and she looked as if she was on the verge of passing out. “Christen?” Kelley was still trying to wrap her head around what she just heard.
“Yes.”
“Christen Press? You fucked Christen Press?” Kelley said trying to process all of this information outloud.
“Kelley,” Tobin warned sharply. “My sisters are home so keep your voice down,” Tobin whisper-screamed glancing at the stairs hoping her sisters didn’t overhear. “And second, we didn’t. I mean we did but it wasn’t just,” Tobin tried to find the right words.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Kelley smirked. “Did you make love to Christen Press?” Kelley teased sarcastically. Tobin rolled her eyes and threw one of the pillows at Kelley’s head.
“Shut up,” Tobin said with a huge grin on her face.
“Okay, I’ll stop,” Kelley said raising her hands in surrender. “But you have to tell me everything. And don’t you dare leave out any of the juicy details,” Kelley said wagging her finger and raising her eyebrows suggestively. Tobin rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile she couldn’t help creep across her cheeks. “Christen Press, damn,” Kelley said appreciatively before letting Tobin recap the night.
“Tobin!” Ashlyn screamed out over the blaring music. “Come in!” Ashlyn ushered Tobin into her house. Her parents were always away on the weekends and she hosted a party most Saturday nights. The parties were mostly with the popular crowd but Tobin always got an invite because she played soccer with Ashlyn. “Vodka’s in the kitchen and there’s a keg out on the porch. I think the rest of the gals are out back,” she said to Tobin before disappearing in the living room that had become a dance floor.
T obin maneuvered her way through the house squeezing by people playing beer pong and several couples tangled in make out sessions. She finally made her way outside and poured herself a beer that was mostly just foam. She took a gulp of the shitty beer and quickly found her teammates huddled in a corner on the porch.
“Tobin!” Pinoe screamed spilling half of her beer on Meghan in excitement. Meghan pushed Pinoe accidentally into Morgan causing her to spill her drink on Steph. Pretty soon drinks were flying everywhere.
“How do you walk into a party and it suddenly turns into a wet t-shirt contest?” Kelley joked as Tobin smirked. “Teach me your ways, Heath.”
“Some secrets I have to keep to myself,” Tobin winked quickly catching up with her teammates. Three beers later, Tobin found herself being dragged by Kelley to play beer pong. They played against two of the senior cheerleaders Alex and Allie and easily beat the two girls that were preoccupied with getting the attention of two of the soccer boys.
“Who’s next?!” Kelley screamed trying to get new challengers for them. Two guys quickly took the offer and began re-racking the cups.
“I think I’m going to tap out,” Tobin said into Kelley’s ear.
“NO!” Kelley screamed in drunken animation.
“Relax,” Tobin said trying to calm down her friend. “Em!” Tobin called over to their freshman teammate off to the side of the table. Emily made her way over to them and Kelley subtly nudged Tobin in the ribs, but Tobin pretended not to notice. “Come babysit Kelley. She needs a partner.”
“A beer pong partner,” Kelley quickly added. Tobin smiled and patted Kelley on the back before heading toward the dance area.
Tobin really wasn’t one for dancing but she did enjoy listening to the music. Tobin stood in the doorway watching people dance, bobbing her head to the bass. She was surveying the room when her eyes landed on a familiar tumble of black curls bouncing to the beat. Tobin’s heart lurched in her chest as her eyes grazed over the cinnamon skin of the girl. Even in the dimly lit room, Tobin could see the tiny sweat droplets glistening on her skin. The girl spun around and Tobin could feel her pulse throbbing in her ears. Christen Press ran her fingers through her hair with a small smile playing on her lips. Her body moved so effortlessly in perfect time with the music. The head cheerleader, miss popular herself, girl next door was in a pair of skin tight, high-waisted leather pants with a crop top that left so much exposed skin that drove Tobin crazy. Her mind began reeling with with daydreams but was brought back to reality when a meaty paw claimed ownership of the exposed skin.
Tobin grimaced as Christen’s boyfriend Tom pulled her body into his. Tobin was burning with jealousy watching Christen’s hips grind up against his front. They were the cliche high school couple and it made Tobin sick. Head cheerleader, captain of the football team, drunkenly breaks up every weekend, but he buys her flowers and all is forgiven. Christen deserved better.
Tobin couldn’t stomach the site and wandered off to get another drink. She made her way to the kitchen and downed a jello shot before pouring herself a generous amount of vodka into a red solo cup. Tobin wandered around the house talking to her friends, but headed upstairs in search for a bathroom that wasn’t filled with girls throwing up. As she reached the top of the stairs, Tom pushed her aside angrily barreling down the stairs and out the front door. Tobin made her way down the much quiet upstairs hallway and could hear soft sobs coming from one of the slightly opened rooms. Tobin slowly pushed the door open further and saw Christen sitting on the edge of the bed with her head buried in her hands. The door squeaked and Christen whipped her head over toward Tobin.
“What the fuck do you want?” Christen snapped.
“Sorry,” Tobin said timidly. “I was just looking for the bathroom.”
“Right,” Christen said sarcastically and Tobin could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. “So that’s why you were staring at me dancing too, right?” Tobin gulped and immediately flushed with embarrassment.
“I, uh,” Tobin tried to stutter something coherent out. “Are you, um, okay?” Tobin asked innocently.
“No,” Christen said stoically.
“Oh,” Tobin said feeling her palms sweating. “I’m sorry, I’ll go,” she said turning toward the hall.
“Wait,” Christen called out and Tobin whipped back around a little too eagerly. Christen smirked and rolled her eyes at the other girl’s eagerness. “Walk me home,” Christen demanded more than asked.
“Oh,” Tobin said desperately trying to formulate a real response.
“Unless of course you have a better offer here,” Christen said knowing full well she was the hottest person at the party. Christen whipped the tears off her cheeks and walked out the door without so much as a glance in Tobin’s direction. Tobin tried to control her breathing as she followed Christen down the stairs and right out the front door.
They walked in silence. Christen barely acknowledging Tobin’s existence and Tobin trying to calm her overworked anxiety. They cut through Mrs. Pasterneck’s yard to get to their street. Tobin and Christen had been neighbors their whole lives, but after 7th grade they hadn’t spoken more than three words to each other. They made their way closer to their houses and Tobin’s had two lights on upstairs while Christen’s was completely dark.
“My parents are in D.C. for Tyler’s parents weekend,” Christen said as they approached her house.
“Oh, nice,” Tobin said trying to play it cool.
“Don’t make me spell it out for you,” Christen rolled her eyes heading up the driveway. Tobin’s body clenched as she briefly stared at Christen’s ass before following on her heels. They made their way through the garage and into the Press household. It had been years since she had been in the house, but everything still felt so familiar to her.
“Bathroom,” Christen pointed to a door off to their right.
“What?” Tobin asked confused.
“You had to go to the bathroom,” Christen said and Tobin realized she never went before they left. “You know where my room is,” Christen said leaving Tobin and wandering up the staircase to her room. Tobin splashed water on her face trying to sober herself enough to understand what was going on. She slowly made her way up the stairwell her feet taking her to the room down the hall she knew was Christen’s
Tobin pushed open the door to the room and was completely floored. Christen was taking out her earrings and placing them on her dresser. Tobin took her time examining every inch of Christen’s exposed skin. She was in nothing but a black lace bra and a thong that made her ass look amazing. Tobin could feel herself getting wet and cursed the effect Christen Press had on her.
“Not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before,” Christen said breaking Tobin’s daze. “Yeah, I know you stare at me from your room,” Christen said nodding at the window that faces Tobin’s room. “Why do you think I leave the blinds open?” Christen said seductively making her way toward Tobin. “But now,” Christen whispered wrapping her hand around Tobin’s neck. “I want you to do much more than look,” she said leaning her face closer to Tobin’s.
Their lips met softly and Tobin was so overwhelmed she almost forgot to kiss back. Christen’s lips tasted like strawberries and gin. They were strong and confident and felt even more amazing than they did in 7th grade. The kisses were electric, but hungry as Christen easily took control threading her fingers through Tobin’s hair and slipping her tongue into her mouth. Tobin easily forfeited control happy to get anything Christen was willing to give.
Christen dragged Tobin toward her bed ripping off Tobin’s shirt on their journey. Christen laid on the bed, scooting up toward the pillows. Tobin stared at the unbelievably sexy woman trying to remember all of her moves. Tobin was very well-experienced, but any semblance of that confidence was out the door with Christen Press looking like that.
“Take your clothes off,” Christen ordered and seconds later Tobin’s clothes were strewn on the floor. Christen tried to remained stone-faced, but Tobin could see hints of appreciation and desire in her eyes at the site of Tobin’s lean body. This spurted her confidence and Tobin climbed on top of Christen. Tobin attacked Christen’s lips and grinded her hips into Christen’s. Tobin’s fingers expertly roamed Christen’s body coming just shy of Christen’s more sensitive areas.
Christen frustratedly moaned as Tobin’s fingers found their way under the bottom of her bra.
“Fuck, Tobin,” Christen sighed. “Just touch me,” Christen said with a little hint of desperation.
“Are you sure?”
“If I wasn’t sure, you wouldn’t be here,” Christen said matter-o-factly as she unhooked her bra letting it fall to the bed. “Now fucking touch me.”
Christen’s nipples were erect and Tobin took in the sight of Christen’s perfect chest. She let one of her thumbs graze over her nipple eliciting a pleasurable sigh from both of them. Tobin pulled her hand away and Christen was about to protest when Tobin pulled the nipple between her lips. Christen let out a filthy moan and Tobin lightly tugged on the bud with her teeth. Tobin played her Christen chest getting a little rougher sensing that’s what the cheerleader wanted. Tobin applied pressure with her thigh between Christen’s legs. She could feel the panties get soaked and her usual confidence in the bedroom was starting to reappear. Tobin probably could’ve made her come like this, but Tobin knew this might be the only time she could taste Christen.
Tobin’s mouth traveled upward to Christen’s neck while her fingers traveled downward to the waistband of Christen’s thong. She wasted no time teasing pushing aside the thin fabric and slipping two fingers into Christen’s slick folds. Christen shuttered at the feeling pulling Tobin’s body closer to hers. Tobin’s fingers moved slowly feeling Christen’s warmth and wetness surrounding her. While her fingers picked up speed, Tobin’s thumb pressed against Christen’s clit. She moved faster getting Christen closer to spilling over her edge.
When she felt Christen get close, she removed her thumb and quickly moved down her body to replace it with her tongue. Tobin moaned in delight at the sweet taste of Christen’s wetness. A few licks later, Tobin was watching the most beautiful sight. Christen came undone in Tobin’s mouth with a string of curses and incoherent moans. Tobin helped her ride out the organsm keeping a steady rhythm and Christen tightended around her fingers. Christen thread her fingers through Tobin’s hair signaling for her to slow down as she came down from the bliss. Tobin slowed her tongue but tried to lick as much of Christen’s cum as possible.
Finally recuperated, Christen pulled Tobin up toward her and into a searing kiss. Christen pushed Tobin on her back and straddled her. Christen wasted no time slipping her fingers into Tobin. Tobin had almost cum from just fucking Christen so it didn’t take long for Christen’s long fingers to bring her to her own orgasm. Tobin closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing. Christen laid next to her roaming her eyes over Tobin body.
Once Tobin was finally able to come to, she turned to see Christen staring at her propped up on her elbow. They both searched each other’s eyes trying to find the right words to say. Tobin pulled Christen into a long kiss. They broke apart and Christen’s eyes remained closed and Tobin desperately tried to read her.
“You should go,” Christen whispered, her voice free from the confidence it always had. Tobin laid quietly trying to search Christen’s face for any emotion.
“Okay,” Tobin said finding nothing in Christen’s facial expression. Tobin silently gathered her clothes from the floor as Christen pulled on an oversized football t-shirt that was likely Tom’s. Tobin walked toward the door glancing back to the bed. Christen was already under her covers with her back facing Tobin.
“Tell your parents I say hi,” Tobin offered as parting words.
“Go out the back door, okay?” Christen responded not even bothering to look at Tobin.
“Yeah. I remember,” Tobin said as she shut the bedroom door.