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Louis squinted up at the sun as she shaded her face with her hand.
“I can’t believe it worked out to be such a beautiful day.”
“Mmm…” her little in the sorority, Harry, hummed her agreement from the chair next to her.
Their school was hosting a Greek Life alumni weekend, and they invited anyone and everyone back to descend on campus for two whole days. As current, active members in their sorority, Harry and Louis were required to sign up to work a booth for the weekend—all the sisters were.
From the moment they met when Harry decided to rush her freshman year, the two of them had been inseparable. Louis couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to find her best friend through this whole wild process, even when joining was something she had second thoughts about multiple times over the course of her college career.
Now, Louis was a senior and Harry was a junior and the closer Louis got to graduation the more worried she was about the possibility of being separated from Harry for a year.
There was something magnetic about Harry’s presence that Louis didn't really understand. It was the way her pretty green eyes focused all her attention on Louis, or maybe the way her skin glistened in the sunshine. She somehow looked like a runway model even when they were required to wear the most basic clothing. It felt like most of the time Louis couldn’t get enough of her.
Today, the assignment had been a particular pair of jeans in a particular wash from Old Navy, worn with a special alumni weekend t-shirt. There was going to be an official chapter picture later, so they were always required to wear something very specific when that happened.
On Harry, with her perfect almost-hourglass figure, the high-waisted jeans looked amazing. When they went to the store she apparently bought them a size too small—as evidenced by her intense struggle in her room that morning trying to stretch them out and zip them—and they hugged her curves like they were molded to her body by a sculptor.
Louis was back-heavy so to speak, but not necessarily hip-heavy. From the front she looked like she went straight up and down, but she did at least have an ass in back. Unfortunately, that meant that the mom-type jeans looked out dated, bunched weirdly, too tight in some places too loose in others and they didn’t really fit. As a result, she had pulled her t-shirt all the way down to cover them. Harry, on the other hand, had rolled the hem of her shirt all the way up so it was tucked and folded neatly at the top of the jeans and her natural waistline.
Louis shifted in the metal seat. It didn’t help that the jeans were “classic denim” so they were stiff and unyielding. Nothing like Louis’ preferred jeggings that actually fit her.
That morning Louis brought all her stuff to the sorority house to get ready. Any sisters that weren’t seniors were required to live in the designated campus sorority house, so Harry was still living there and Louis set up camp in her room that she shared with Niall as she always did.
Louis was living “off-campus” with Zayn even though the apartment was only two blocks away and Harry was over constantly so it didn’t feel like they were separated as much as they would be next year.
She and Harry were determined to be assigned to a booth at the fair together and they landed the water station, which was perfect because almost no one was coming over to them. There were so many other food and beverage options at the fair they only had a few visitors all morning.
They had chatted for awhile, played on their phones, taken turns getting up to explore, and now they were just relaxing in the afternoon sun.
Harry had been quiet for a while so Louis cast a glance in her direction. She was sitting up straight in her chair with one leg crossed over the other and her shoulders weren’t slumped over, which immediately made Louis suspicious.
Harry was tall and a bit lanky, but her breasts were on the larger side for her frame, so she tended to hunch over a bit and Louis always teased her about her posture, all the while finding stretches online to help her fix it.
Out of nowhere, a man approached the station and asked for a drink even though there were plenty of pre-poured cups sitting on the table in front of him. Louis rolled her eyes. Men just wanted one thing always: Harry. It was comical at this point. She was like boy-catnip.
When he left, Harry leaned forward a tiny bit more and rested her elbows on the table. As composed as she looked, there was something off about her. Louis couldn’t pinpoint it, though.
She didn’t say anything to Harry for now, but because of the way her chair was positioned, Louis was sitting a little bit behind her. All around them the pathways were filled with people milling around, but for the most part it just felt like the two of them in their own little world.
Given the cover of the moment, Louis took the time to just watch her best friend.
Harry was fidgeting. That was what was different about her. Every few seconds her hips would shift, tilting on an angle back and forth. Or if she stopped, her knee would start swinging. Pretty heavily. Enough that on each swing it moved Harry’s whole body.
She and Louis had been friends for three years and Louis had never seen her do anything like this before when just sitting around.
On a particularly hard swing of her lower leg, Harry let out a whimper so faint that Louis might not have heard it if she hadn’t been paying attention.
“You alright over there, Haz?”
“Mmm. Yeah. I’m good, Lou.” Her voice was huskier than usual and she didn’t stop fidgeting at all.
She was lying. Something wasn’t right.
Harry was an open book, there wasn’t very much she kept to herself when it came to Louis. That was part of why they were such good friends, they felt like they could tell each other anything.
Louis knew when Harry was lying, but it seemed innocuous, so she wanted to see how it played out.
Harry was sort of stealing glances at her now, so to pretend like she wasn’t paying attention to her, Louis pulled out her phone. Instead of looking at the phone in her hand, Louis watched Harry out of the corner of her eye.
When she wasn’t swinging her leg, she was shifting around, tilting her hips backwards and forwards. It almost looked like…
No. Surely that wasn’t it.
Harry whimpered again, and suddenly all of Louis’ suspicions were confirmed.
Harry was getting off somehow. While they sat there at the Greek Life alumni fair. While Louis was right next to her.
Bursts of hot and cold ran through Louis as the idea of Harry doing this right in front of her settled in her mind. Louis watched the way Harry's leg bounced and the way it made her breasts shift under her t-shirt. Harry’s large breasts were annoyingly gravity defying and she always complained about how she hated the feeling of stiff clothing on her body so she almost never wore anything more restrictive than a bralette.
Stiff clothing. The jeans. They were too small. At the time Louis laughed at Harry’s struggle when she tried to pull them on, claiming she had gained weight from when they first bought them weeks before (Louis didn’t think they had been that small in the store) but it seemed odd that Harry hadn’t complained about them all day even though they were as stiff as clothing got.
Louis had noticed the hard ridge of the inner seam when she tried her own pair on, but at the time she was just grateful that the pants didn’t fit her well enough for that to be a problem.
Harry had to be riding that same seam of her jeans to get off. And Louis was watching.
Suddenly desperately thirsty, Louis reached for a cup of water. She could feel her own skin flushing and she tugged on the collar of the cotton t-shirt she wore trying to get it to lift away from her neck where it was surely choking her.
None the wiser to Louis figuring out what she was up to, Harry kept going.
Now that Louis knew what was going on, the signs were even more pronounced. Harry’s nipples were stiff under her shirt and bralette despite the warm day—that must be why all the men were coming to get served water—and her breathing was getting heavier, even though she was biting down on her lip to try and hide it. And probably keep herself quiet.
For some inexplicable reason, Louis wanted her to let go. She wanted to hear her.
That was a weird thought to have about your best friend.
She wondered how long this was going to go on. Was Harry going to come? Could she come just from the physical stimulation? Louis had never tried anything similar herself, even in pants that fit her properly.
“Hey, Lou?”
Harry’s breathy voice startled Louis out of her concentration so abruptly that she jumped in her chair a little bit.
“Yeah?”
“I’m thinking about going down to the tattoo parlor and getting my nipples pierced. Do you think I should?” Even while she asking Louis a question she was moving her hips around in the chair.
Then, the question itself settled on Louis’ ears. Harry had stopped getting herself off to ask Louis about her nipples?
Okay. Louis could do this. She could answer her like it was any normal question. She was the best best friend hype woman. She could do it.
“Yeah, that would look so hot, Haz.” Her voice sounded extra low and gravelly and earnest to her own ears but she hoped Harry wouldn’t hear it that way.
“Mmm,” Harry hummed again, but went quiet.
Louis watched as her hips twitched hard a few more times and her leg swung down hard right before a visible shudder went through her, and suddenly all of her movement stopped. She was frozen in a slightly hunched over position with her elbows on the plastic table in front of her, and her whole body was holding tight.
Again, Louis forced herself to ignore it and keep acting like nothing was happening.
“What makes you want to do that?”
“Do what?” Harry asked, dazed, like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb about her nipples of all things.
“Get your nipples pierced?”
Something cleared in Harry’s expression and she shuddered again as she shifted in the chair, sitting up straight and turning so she was facing Louis a little more.
“Oh, right. I don’t know, I just thought it would be cool. Also it’s supposed to feel really good… you know.”
Louis swallowed, her throat inexplicably dry again. “Right, right. I think they would look really good. If you ever want to go get them done, I’d go with you.” She reached over and nudged Harry’s knee not realizing until after that she had crossed some sort of invisible post-orgasm barrier. “Hold your hand when you get scared.”
Harry smiled at her, her grin so big it reached from ear to ear. “Yeah.”
Again, a man came up asking Harry about water, interrupting their conversation. Harry was too nice and this guy was extra persistent, so Louis had a moment to herself.
She just watched her best friend come all over herself in her sorority-assigned jeans. She took a few deep breaths before taking stock of herself.
She was… God, she was horny. Maybe, it was just a natural reaction after an exposure to something sexy. Someone getting off nearby was objectively hot, and that would make anyone else a little hot under the collar too, right?
Either way she had learned a lot about herself sitting in this chair.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
⚘ ⚘ ⚘
Two Months Later
Louis was just about ready to punch a wall.
Graduation was looming closer and closer every day and she felt like she had lost all motivation to do any of her work. Everything was changing, and she was struggling with it if she was being honest.
But none of that mattered when she saw Harry wearing her fucking jeans.
After that day at the alumni weekend fair, Harry—who had previously hated anything that felt constricting—started wearing the jeans, the ones Louis watched her get herself off on, almost every day.
Still none the wiser that Louis knew, she very innocently asked Louis to go with her to Old Navy to pick out some more washes and colors and to get some more tops that would look cute with them. Harry had no idea that the jeans had an absolutely Pavlovian effect on Louis every time she wore them.
And now that it was all the time, Louis felt like she was constantly on edge.
Her feelings at the time had been confusing, so she had gone to an off-campus party (one night while Harry had to study) with a few of her sisters that identified as bi or gay and ended up trying to subtly dance around her question all night until she was drunk enough to come straight out and ask.
They had held back her hair and comforted her, directing her to something called the Lesbian Masterdoc. It was life-changing.
It had taken her almost the full two months from that day to process her feelings about her sexuality, on top of her growing feelings about Harry, and it just really didn’t help to be constantly reminded of that day by the jeans and what exactly had changed her.
And she was just really fucking horny all the time.
She probably should have tried to go out with another woman first, handled the gay thing before the ‘I’m in love with my best friend’ thing, but it felt wrong somehow.
She also never really got an answer as to why Harry had done what she did that day. It could have just been that she was turned on and felt the seam on the jeans by accident, or maybe it was being around all those people and all the attention she got from all of the creep old men all day. Louis wasn’t going to kink shame, though rationally she knew that Harry didn't like the attention from creepy old men.
For some reason, it felt bigger than that. Louis felt like she was in limbo, like everything in her life was on pause until the other shoe dropped, but she didn't know when or where that would be.
Louis and Zayn were hosting a chapter movie night at their house on a random Friday night, but the crowd from the beginning of the night had begun to thin. It was always harder and harder to get together in the spring as the semester came to a close.
There were only a handful of girls left as the movie came to a close. With her hosting duties, Louis hadn’t really gotten to sit down and stay in one place, when she usually liked to watch movies cuddled up with Harry.
Harry was, instead, cuddled up with her roommate Niall. Just seeing someone that affectionate with Harry had the green-eyed monster of jealousy rolling around in Louis’ stomach, but then when there was only a bit left in the movie she looked over and Harry and Niall each had their heads buried in their phones.
Louis could tell they were texting each other instead of someone random because one of them would frantically type something and then would look up at the other and watch as they responded. They weren’t subtle.
It was fine. Louis knew Harry had other friends. She and Niall lived together at the house. Clearly this was something personal and roommate-y.
“I’m going to go get some cookies for dessert,” Louis said as she pushed herself up off her temporary place on the floor.
In the kitchen she opened a package of Oreos and dumped them into a bowl to bring them out to serve them. When she entered the living room she saw Harry widen her eyes at Niall and nod.
“We should film a TikTok!” Niall cried out as she jumped up from the sofa.
Louis—who was not on TikTok and didn’t really get it—was confused. “Excuse me?”
The rest of the girls that were scattered around the room all started talking animatedly.
“It’ll be fun,” Niall said. “There’s this one trend where girls all show each other their boobs and they like, hype each other up!”
“Is this just because you want to show us your boobs, Niall?” Louis learned at a young age to deflect her discomfort with humor. Inside, she was screaming.
She didn’t care about seeing anyone else’s boobs, they were sorority sisters, they did that all the time. No, she was worried about seeing Harry’s boobs now that everything had changed between them.
Even though Harry didn’t know that anything had changed.
Everyone was talking over each other again, but it was decided that they would, in fact, film the TikTok. At least eight of them. Some girls didn’t want to (even though they wouldn’t be on screen) and just wanted to be part of the peanut gallery. All the sisters in the chapter were all big on personal comfort and boundaries, so after they figured out exactly who would do the flashing, they had to decide the filming order.
“Harry’s going to go last,” Niall said as they started to write down a filming order. No one paused or thought anything of it, except Louis, of course. She wanted to know why Niall was being so insistent.
It didn’t matter, the filming had already started.
They all got into position, crushed together on the couch, and Harry ended up practically in Louis’ lap.
“Hey, Lou,” she said softly after she landed with a thunk, knocking the wind out of her.
Louis felt like she had barely seen her all day, much less that night during the movie. “Hey, babe.” She snaked an arm behind Harry to keep her balanced as the other girls all squeezed together so they were in the frame.
Niall set up the phone with her little tripod on the coffee table in front of them and she was going to be the first one to go.
To get into the spirit of the TikTok and to make it slightly less weird than it would be just sitting there in a silent room while this happened, Niall put on the song that she was going to play with the TikTok, the “Drop ‘em Out” song. Louis didn’t know the real name of it.
One by one each girl lifted her shirt and flashed the bunch who then reacted. Louis went somewhere in the middle of the pack.
It was fun to watch—and she definitely appreciated it more now that she was aware of her sexuality and allowing herself to enjoy it—there were breasts and nipples of every shape imaginable. Everyone knew, though, that Harry’s were the biggest of the group. Maybe that was why Niall wanted her to go last. She knew they would get the biggest reaction.
Louis tried not to sweat as Harry got up—with her stupid hot jeans on—and stood at the front of the group. Despite the flashing having happened seven other times already, there was a bit more tension this time. Louis could see it in Niall’s face.
Harry had a big smile on her face, but she was Louis’ best friend. Louis knew her better than she knew herself. She knew when Harry was nervous, and if she wasn’t mistaking it, she was pretty sure Harry was about to combust with nerves.
The chorus dropped in the song, Harry lifted up her cotton t-shirt, and Louis saw the promised land.
All around her the girls shrieked as they realized what they were looking at. Harry’s breasts were the most perfectly shaped breasts Louis had ever seen in her life. Heavy and lush, but still perky. And at the tips of her nipples, silver barbells glinted in the living room light.
Harry had gotten her nipples pierced. The same way she asked about that day.
Initially, Louis was slammed with an inexplicable disappointment. Harry hadn’t asked her to go with her to hold her hand or anything the way they had talked about. She was her best friend. That was her job.
Though, to be fair, Harry was a little out of it after her not-so-secret orgasm and might not have remembered.
After swallowing down those feelings, Louis was hit with a wave of arousal.
Holy shit. Harry had her nipples pierced.
Harry had long since put her shirt back down, but she took her bra off underneath so that everyone could see the imprint of the jewelry through her shirt as she answered everyone’s questions.
“How long have you had them?” Zayn—who had been contemplating more piercings herself—asked.
“Two months, they’ve finally gone through all the healing stages,” Harry said, very matter-of-factly.
Two months. She had to have gone right after she asked Louis about it.
“Does that mean you can finally play with them?” Niall asked loudly from where she was perched away from the group checking all of the reaction videos on her phone.
Harry blushed bright red from her head to her toes and she shot a glance to Louis but looked away quickly while she stammered.
“Oh my God, Niall,” Louis felt herself saying as she picked up a throw pillow and threw it at the girl, knocking her off her perch on the arm of the chair. Louis would say stupid shit every day if it helped make Harry more comfortable.
It also helped distract Louis from her own discomfort. She was desperately turned on, but the confusing feelings about being in love with her best friend were back with a vengeance. They were extremely confusing for Louis because she wanted to cuddle Harry on the couch and joke around like they always did, but only after fucking her so hard that she got too strung out to do anything else.
After everyone laughed at Niall's flailing as she fell off the chair, the evening quickly devolved. Niall said she was going to edit the TikTok before posting and she couldn’t wait another second, so she took off with a whole group of girls that were walking back to the sorority house.
Harry didn’t go with them.
She didn’t act like it was anything different or weird, either. The fact that she didn’t go back to the house.
And it wasn’t. Weird. She hung out at Louis’ apartment all the time.
Louis was still a little shell-shocked and preoccupied thinking about Harry’s pierced nipples, so she was only really half listening to Harry and Zayn carry on a conversation as they all cleaned up. Next thing she knew, everyone was gone except the three of them.
What happened next, what always happened next, was that Louis asked Harry if she wanted to stay the night. She would say yes, she would tut about Louis’ room being messy and help her tidy it up a bit before they both went to bed in Louis’ room despite Harry’s bedroom being only two blocks away. They were best friends. It happened all the time.
This time, though, the invitation got stuck in Louis’ throat.
Harry kept stealing glances at her as she talked to Zayn, but Louis didn’t know how to ask her to stay without giving away all of her deepest darkest secrets.
Zayn’s phone vibrated on the coffee table and her text notifications popped up. She snatched it up quickly, making an odd face at her phone.
When she looked up, her head snapped to Harry, then Louis, then Harry again.
Finally she landed back on Louis. “I’ve got to go.”
“Go?” Louis asked. “Where the fuck do you have to go at eleven o’clock on a Friday night?”
“Um… Liam. She’s in the library and she’s freaking out and she thinks she’s used all her allotted printing pages. So I’ve got to go give her mine.”
“Why is Liam at the library on a Friday night?”
Zayn froze. Louis was suspicious.
“She’s printing pages,” Zayn said, with all the seriousness in the world.
Louis raised her eyebrow to show Zayn exactly what she thought of her lie. Zayn… ignored her. She ran to her room and Louis could hear some rummaging sounds before she stopped in the bathroom. When she emerged she had a backpack slung over her shoulder.
“How long is printing pages supposed to take?” Louis called out, but all she heard in response was the slam of the door. “I just want to make sure you don’t die on the side of the road,” she said more quietly to herself.
When she turned around, Harry was leaning against the kitchen counters casually. Staring at her.
“Do you not like them?”
Louis knew what she meant, but she wasn’t ready for this conversation. She was stone cold sober and she felt like this required at least three shots of tequila. “What?”
“The nipple piercings. Do you not like them?”
Louis swallowed her fear. “Of course I like them, Harry. They’re hot, just like I said they would be.” She tried her best to send her a teasing smile, but she wasn’t sure she succeeded. “I guess you didn’t need me to hold your hand.”
“Niall went with me,” Harry said. Still leaning against the counter.
Louis tried to tamp down her jealousy. Again. “Not fair. I’m your best friend, isn’t that my job?”
“I was too nervous. About you seeing them.” Harry shifted her weight, and Louis watched the way those damn jeans moved with her.
Louis’ knees were getting a little weak. “Why didn’t you want me to see them? You asked me about them.”
Harry finally pushed off the counter and came forward. Louis expected her to stop at a good distance, but she didn’t. She just kept pushing into Louis’ space until they were way too close, even for best friend territory.
“They’re for you.”
Louis squeezed her eyes shut. “Jesus Christ, Harry.”
“I know that’s a lot to take in, and I didn’t know how to tell you. And, like, I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but graduation is in a few weeks and I figured it was now or never. If you want to you can just never talk to me again.”
Something shifted inside Louis at her confession. “Never talk to you again? Never talk to you again?!” she shouted.
Harry’s eyes were wide and she was probably alarmed at the fact that Louis raised her voice, which she almost never did with Harry, but she hadn’t backed off.
Louis retreated until her back hit the refrigerator, and she knew it was cowardly, but it meant she had a little more room to breathe. “Harry, watching you have an orgasm in those fucking jeans that day at the alumni fair literally changed my entirely sexuality. I love you, I’m not going to not talk to you ever again!”
Harry’s full body went bright red again for the second time that night. “You knew about that?” she whispered.
“Knew about it? It happened right next to me and I’m your best friend. I know you’re not usually a fidgeter. It didn’t take a genius.”
Harry chewed on her lip as Louis held her breath, waiting to see what Harry would do next. She wasn’t sure that Harry heard her declaration properly in the midst of her rant, and it was no different than what they normally said to each other, but it turned out having a forthright conversation with her best friend did, in fact, reveal her deepest darkest secrets.
“I wear the jeans all the time now. They hit my clit just right, and I’ve figured out how to get myself off using them no matter where I am. I walk around horny and on edge literally all the time,” she confessed. “I love you, too, Lou. I needed your help that day, to get off the first time. I needed to hear your voice, hear you tell me how hot you thought I would look with my nipples pierced.”
Louis’ hands flexed as they ached to reach for her. “Tell me right now if you don’t want this to happen.”
Harry looked her dead in the eye and begged. “Please.”
Louis leaned forward and crossed a line she never thought she would cross. She kissed her best friend.
Harry went pliant and soft immediately. She was a little bit taller than Louis but she absolutely melted into her arms as Louis drew her in to her body.
When they pulled apart they were both panting, and Louis felt like she never wanted to touch anyone else on the planet ever again. All she wanted was Harry.
She reached for Harry's hand and started leading her through the flat towards the bedroom, but she stopped when they reached the door and turned around to lean against it, pulling Harry into her body and kissing her again.
It was a mistake, because she knew she had something to say, but she got completely distracted by Harry’s mouth.
When she could finally pull away she looked Harry in the eye. “Liam isn’t in the library is she? And neither is Zayn.”
Harry blinked at Louis twice. Her tell.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Louis laughed as she opened the door to her room to let them in.
Harry tried to tut about the mess, but Louis had absolutely no patience for it tonight, choosing instead to throw her on the bed before following her down.
They were kissing again, and again, and all Louis wanted to do was kiss Harry forever.
But soon, Harry started wriggling with impatience, and it was only then that Louis remembered she was wearing her damned jeans.
“You know, I’m new to this,” Louis said as she sat up and reached down to undo the button on Harry’s fly. “I know I’ve never slept with a woman before, but I’m going to get a complex if I can’t get you off half as good as these jeans do.”
She slid the zipper down before yanking on the waistband to try and wrestle them down Harry’s legs.
Harry stared up at her cheekily. Not helping. “You should try really, really hard then,” she said with a faux-sweetness.
Louis rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. She finally managed to get the jeans off before she tossed them all the way across her room towards the trash bin instead of the laundry bin.
“Louis!” Harry giggled.
“I’m only joking they didn't go in. I’m not that insecure. But I was serious about not having done this before,” she wanted to be sure Harry knew what she was getting into. She was Harry’s best friend, though, so theoretically she would know if Harry had slept with women before. The fact that Harry was also a beginner was the only thing keeping her sane.
Harry was unsurprisingly going commando under her jeans, and Louis reverently traced along the seam lines indented in her skin from the tight fit. She didn’t feel any nervousness about touching Harry, or being in her space, which was nice and a little new for her. Usually it took her awhile to get comfortable with a new partner.
Harry wriggled again, so Louis surged up to try and lift up her shirt.
“Let me see them, please,” she asked as Harry helped her remove the t-shirt.
Harry’s breasts were incredible. Of the few times Louis had already seen them, this was definitely the best. She leaned down to kiss across the soft skin when she stopped right next to her nipple. “Are they healed? Can I play with them?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, Lou. I waited until they were.”
Louis had to close her eyes and collect herself. Harry had planned all of this. The timing, the set up, everything. Solely with the goal of trying to take their relationship to the next level. Louis really should have seen it sooner, but she was so, so lucky.
She leaned down and took one of Harry’s nipples in her mouth. All she did was lightly draw it into her mouth, she didn’t apply any pressure or anything, and Harry was keening underneath her.
“Oh my God, Lou,” she whined. “They’re so sensitive, oh my God.”
Louis let it drop and looked up. “You didn’t know?”
Harry shook her head violently. “They only just healed and as soon as they did,” she gestured to the apartment to imply her general plan.
Louis bit back a laugh and took the other nipple in her mouth, playing with it a little more this time.
Harry started mumbling and whining again, her hips twitching up of their own accord until it was enough that they were bumping into Louis’ where she hovering over her and still had her sweatpants on.
“Too many clothes,” Louis mumbled as she sat up and quickly removed her sweatpants and underwear all in one go before moving on to her own t-shirt. She wasn’t blessed the way Harry was so she barely wore a bra when she didn’t have to, especially for movie nights at her house.
Harry reached up and pushed on Louis’ shoulders until they flipped over and she was the one straddling Louis’ lower abdomen.
“You’re so hot, fuck,” Harry mumbled under her breath. Louis thought Harry was crazy, because she was the hot one, the literal goddess, but who was she to argue with her when she was on top of her like that.
Harry laid herself down until she and Louis were completely pressed together, and Louis was quickly realizing that everything with Harry was her favorite sensation. The feeling of being skin to skin with her like this was like nothing she had ever felt before.
While Harry kissed her again, Louis let her hands wander until she was trailing over Harry’s cute ass and reaching between her legs from behind, only to find her absolutely dripping wet.
“Holy shit, Harry,” Louis breathed out. “You’re so wet.”
Harry shrugged. “I’ve been wearing the jeans all night and even when I don't wear them near you it makes me horny. I told you that. You being there makes it ten times worse.”
Louis blinked at her. “Yeah, you did, but I didn’t believe you.”
Louis needed to taste her, so she flipped them again until Harry was leaning back with her head on the pillows. Harry got her elbows up under her and sat up a little, and when Louis questioned it, she told her it was because she wanted to be able to see her.
Louis was already experiencing a bit of stage fright about trying to eat someone out for the first time—much less the woman she was pretty sure she was going to spend the rest of her life with—so she ducked her head down and tried to forget about it.
She licked tentatively at Harry’s slit, letting herself get used to how she tasted. She started off easy, licking up the wetness that was already there, just to ease into it.
Soon enough she got bolder, licking into Harry’s slit, feeling the folds part around her tongue. Fuck, Harry tasted so good.
Harry started huffing out little whimpers and wriggling her hips. Louis reached her hands up and around Harry’s bent thighs intent on holding her hips down so she could concentrate on the task at hand.
That only set Harry off more.
Louis finally licked all the way up until she was circling Harry’s clit, taking it between her lips lightly the same way she did with her nipples at first. She felt one of Harry’s hands come down to bury in the hair at the top of her head and her hips were barely holding still.
Louis paused to take a breath and looked down the line of Harry’s body, watching her nipple piercings catch the light. Abandoned.
“Play with your nipples,” she rasped.
Harry rolled her head up until it was upright and she could look at Louis. Her eyes were heavy with arousal and she looked like she was absolutely gone. “What?”
“You got them for me, but I’m all the way down here. I want to see you play with them.”
Harry let her other elbow straighten and she dropped back down flat onto the mattress as she took her left nipple in hand rolling it around between her fingers. Louis watched for another moment as she played with different angles, squeezing, tugging, rolling, trying to figure out what felt best.
That taken care of, she got back to the task at hand. She decided enough was enough, and with Harry at the brink, she attached herself to Harry’s clit and started stimulating it as much as she could.
Harry’s sharp sighs started to get higher in pitch and more desperate as she climbed until finally, she was screaming out Louis’ name.
Louis never knew how badly she needed to hear that in her life until right that moment. It felt so right to have her best friend writhing around, strung out, barely able to do anything but say Louis’ name.
She stroked Harry gently as she came down from the high, letting her re-enter reality slowly.
“Wow, Lou,” she said finally.
“Yeah?” Louis asked smugly, quite proud of herself.
Eventually—after a few tries—Harry sat up insisting that she return the favor. She managed to wrangle Louis until it was her turn to be flat on her back on her bed. Belatedly, Louis realized there was a slight wet spot on her sheets from where Harry had been. The smugness was back. She couldn’t believe she actually did that. She ate someone out for the first time, and it was Harry.
The feeling was quickly forgotten as Harry got her mouth on her, and that became all Louis could think about.
It felt like Harry was everywhere. She was licking her clit, playing with her pussy, anything she could get her mouth on. To think she had always made fun of Harry for her oral fixation when she couldn’t stop eating gummy bears at Sunday night chapter meetings.
Louis felt Harry's finger dip into her entrance.
“Can I, Lou?” she asked, breathless.
Louis nodded. “Yeah, yeah.”
Harry’s long slim finger entered her, moving back and forth until she eventually found Louis’ g-spot.
Louis groaned at the new sensation. She didn’t particularly like fingering herself or using a dildo, but she liked whatever Harry was doing. It was a new sensation she had never felt before.
“Right there, Haz,” she moaned. Harry kept going for a bit before adding a third finger. She kept hitting everything in an alternating rhythm and it only took a couple more rounds for Louis to come so hard she was seeing stars behind her eyes.
Where Louis had been gentle after, Harry would not let go of Louis’ clit until Louis finally had to push her off to get away from the overstimulation.
Harry was giggling as she crawled back up the bed.
Louis gathered her up until they were pressed up against each other. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she said to her ceiling, reverently.
She felt Harry pause next to her. “I mean, I can,” she snorted.
“Yeah, you little minx. All this planning. I was doomed.”
Harry shifted again until they were looking at each other directly. “You… you wanted this—do want this, right?”
Louis dropped her teasing tone. “More than anything. I love you.”
She had said it a million times before but it meant so much more now.
Harry sighed happily and let her head rest on Louis’ shoulder. “Me too.”
“Next time, I want to see what we can do with a vibrator,” Louis murmured, thinking of the one she had in her drawer that she had tried on her own but hadn't really liked. Something told her she would feel differently about it when she used it on Harry.
Harry shivered next to her, and Louis thought maybe next time was going to be there quicker than she thought.