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… Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone? – Joni Mitchell’s verse from Got ‘til It’s Gone by Janet Jackson
Nancy Wheeler exited the black Cadillac and pulled into the driveway. It’s back, inching its way into the sidewalk, a new feature appearing around Hawkins Neighborhoods. She had a green Hawkins High School athletics bag in hand—a requirement for any year participating in P.E.
She cocked her hip, waiting on the doorbell of the lived-in fifties style home.
Nothing, no rushing to the door. No yelps from a toe hitting the entry side table.
Ready to ring again, Nancy looked at her watch, was she late or early?
The door opened. Robin Buckley stood at the opening in a oversized shirt, allowing the tight, burnt-red boxers to just peek out from below.
She raised her brow and pursed her lips. A signature look the other loved.
The tall blonde stepped to the side. Nancy strode through the Buckley Home entrance.
Robin locked the door.
Clothing long forgotten, an oversized shirt crumpled next to a pair of burnt-red boxers. Heavy skirt, denim jacket, simple graphic tee, and camel-colored leather belt piled atop each other, close by.
Robin was propped on pillows gripping a bed’s frame, knuckles tight. Head painfully pressing into the wall. She gasped, eyes closed, mouth agape as Nancy nipped the tall blonde’s strong jawbone. Robin could feel two slim fingers explore her insides, petting, moving, and rediscovering.
The digits curled.
Her hand released sheets to take hold of the back of Nancy’s head. Pushing the brunette’s focus toward her mouth. Tongues penetrated, probing and sucking. Both sets of pupils were blown.
“Fuck me, like you mean it,” Robin husked.
She turned her head, feeling Nancy’s nose press into her cheek. Nancy’s teeth nipped and licked her jaw.
The petite brunette smiled, fingers uncurling. The sped up pumping met with heaving gasps of approval. She panted—her attention on the tall blonde’s ear as she heard her palm slap against skin—mixing sweat and other fluids—she included a third finger. Nancy’s free hand ghosted a ribcage, palming a hard nipple, rolling it between her thumb and middle fingers.
Robin gasped.
Lips trailed a long-exposed neck, smirking when she frustrated her partner.
The tall blonde loved to have her neck tongued and sucked.
Repositioning herself, Nancy focused on the exposed clavicle, allowing their breasts to connect and roll into each other as a thumb brushed and teased an exposed clit. She pulled her fingers free, running the wetness along the delicate skin.
Eyes connected. Nancy held the back of Robin’s neck, sliding her thumb along lips, watching it slip into the tall blonde’s mouth.
“Suck it.” Nancy breathed.
Robin obliged.
Three fingers slammed back into the tall blonde, thumb teasing and creating convulsions.
There’s a loud bang as a head connected with painted drywall.
“Shit! Are you okay?” Nancy asked, biting her lip to hide the chuckle in her throat.
“Fine—fine, get on your knees.”
Nancy removed her fingers.
Both took a moment to adjust from Robin’s lack of fullness and Nancy’s lack of containment.
Licking her digits clean and shifting on the bed, the tall blonde nodded, pulling Nancy in close for another deep kiss, tasting herself.
Robin watched Nancy crawl the bed, pulling a lone pillow to her position in case she fell forward. Knees separated, and body lined with her shoulders. Robin gulped, she’d forgotten this was one of Nancy’s favorite positions, then she saw it, in their haste, the ignored underwear, now soaked through, hips cheekily swaying.
The tall blonde bent down to the Hawkins High School bag. Inside was a fresh shirt, bra, underwear, and hidden within the cotton a silicone strap-on. Robin smirked.
“I can’t believe we forgot about these.” Taking hold of the underwear, the tall blonde gracefully pulled it to knees, then rolled over calves, finishing with feet, and finally tossing it to a pile of clothes.
“Too busy to care.” Nancy gasped.
Stepping closer, Robin traced her fingers along Nancy, eliciting a groan. And she, like Nancy, licked her fingers clean.
Over her shoulder, Nancy eyed Robin, watching the tall blonde apply lubricant to the toy.
“Honestly, I don’t think you need it.”
“Just in case.”
They chuckled.
The tall blonde crawled back to Nancy, hands tracing hips.
“However, you want,” Nancy answered before any question could be asked.
Nodding, Robin bent forward, holding a shoulder, she kissed the back of Nancy's neck, trailing her fingers along Nancy’s ribs and spine. She slammed forward, causing a series of guttural moans, the two forgot the petite brunette capable of creating.
Nancy fell forward to her elbows, supporting and controlling her movements.
“Harder—fuck—faster, Robin. Just like that,” Nancy spurred.
Neither was aware of their surroundings. Completely lost as they both pushed and pulled against each other, their friction finally gathering a wonderful feeling inside Nancy.
When.
“Jesus Christ! Learn to shut your door,” Max yelped from the lightless hallway.
“Me? You were supposed to be next door till the morning!” Robin yelled back, hands still gripping hips.
Nancy dropped from her elbows, hugging her face onto the pillow at the foot of the tall blonde’s bed. Not sure if this was better or worse than the possibility of Steve walking in on the two of them.
Max, hand hovering over her eyes. “I changed my mind!”
“Then you call!” Robin huffed, head motioning toward the phone on the nightstand.
Hands protectively clutched Nancy, the sudden movement shifting silicone, causing a soft gasp of pleasure to escape her lips.
“Fuck! Are you two still doing it?” Max yelled.
Robin sighed. “Not intentionally! Would you shut the damn door!”
Their silence wasn’t long, but Nancy could tell, without looking, that the two unintentional sisters were glaring at each other, waiting for one to cave.
The door to her room shut hard, followed by a loud thumping of feet against the stairs.
Robin gulped, one hand gripping Nancy, her other lightly stroking a spine.
“What do you want to do?”
“Either way, I’m going to lose it. You pull out or go till I’m done.”
“That close, huh?”
Nancy nodded.
Robin doesn’t move, hands still in place.
“Just finish, do something, please.”
The tall blonde gulped. She could hear the hidden embarrassment. And looking down, Robin could see the contractions around the toy. Teeth rolling her lower lip, she pondered an idea. Sinking into the bed, Robin sat. She pulled Nancy close, urging her to begin moving again as she started to move forward herself.
Nancy sighed.
“Fuck, right there, that’s perfect.”