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"Oh, come on," Allison said. "You were so confident at the beginning of the semester. What's the problem now?"
"Allison," Lydia said patiently, "In the past eight months I have been dumped. I have been attacked. I ran through the woods naked for two days. My ex-boyfriend died but didn't. I discovered multiple dead bodies. I was strangled. I'm the town freak! There's only so much of a freak you can be before being hot no longer cuts it, and I think I passed that point, mmm... the second school started."
Allison gave her a pointed look. Lydia threw her hands up and fell back on the bed.
"No one wants to fuck me." She complained. "And my best friend is entirely unsympathetic."
"I would fuck you," Cora said from the floor.
Lydia looked at Allison. Allison looked at Lydia. Together they leaned over the side of the bed and looked down at Cora.
Cora blinked up at them. "What? Was I not supposed to say that?"
"I -" Lydia wasn't exactly sure how to respond.
"I would." Cora repeated defensively.
"Thank you." Lydia replied faintly.
"Well, now I feel left out." Allison mumbled.
"I'd fuck you too." Cora said blithely.
Allison turned an alarming shade of red. She spluttered. "I - oh, um- I -"
"Oh, please," Cora propped herself up on her elbows. "Every guy you two have had chasing after you, that can't be the first time someone's said that."
"I've never been told that by a girl!" Allison hissed.
"I have," Lydia said distantly.
Cora waved a hand in her direction like that proved some point. "See!"
“Well I’ve never given it much consideration,” Lydia said.
Cora tilted her head, lazing back with predatory eyes. “Are you considering it now?”
Lydia looked her up and down slowly, suddenly hyper aware of the way her chest pushed out and her legs spread. Her gaze trailed up to Allison, at her flushed cheeks and the way she bit her lip, the way her shorts rode up to expose her pale thighs.
“Yes,” she said. “I am.”
“Allison?” Cora asked.
Allison looked between them. “I don’t do casual.”
“Good,” Cora said, climbing onto the bed and crawling into her lap, lowering her back against Lydia’s sheets. “I don’t either.”
Allison sighed when Cora kissed her, hard but not violent, full of the same smug self-confidence she did everything else. Cora hummed back, biting at her lower lip and caging her in between her forearms. Lydia watched, rubbing her thumb over her own lip and admiring the way they looked together.
Allison’s hands groped shamelessly at Cora’s ass. Cora rocked against her, moving to slip a hand under her shirt, and being stuck watching abruptly became unbearable.
“Not that I’m not enjoying the view,” Lydia interrupted. It probably would have been funny how they leapt apart and pouted at her if it weren’t for how goddamn badly she wanted a kiss too. “But this did start because I couldn’t get a date.”
Allison laughed.
“That’s true,” she thumbed the hem of Cora’s tank top, sliding her hands into her pants. “Rude of us to leave you out.”
“Very,” Lydia huffed. She rearranged herself, leaning back on her hands and flipping her hair over her shoulder, doing her best to look utterly irresistible. “I think I at least deserve a kiss, yes?”
“Spoiled little princess,” Cora said, sitting up and straddling Allison’s stomach.
“I will hit you.”
“I’m sure you will.”
They settled on either side of her. Allison cupped her cheek and turned her face towards her, brushing her thumb over her cheekbone as she leaned in just enough for their noses to touch and her breath to ghost across Lydia’s lips.
“You sure about this?” She said quietly.
“Allison,” Lydia said plainly. “I love you. So if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend like we're not actually talking about you, it's totally fine. But if you don’t kiss me right now I’m kicking you out and you can wait until Cora and I are done.”
Allison ducked her head and laughed. “Yeah, alright.”
Okay, so maybe Lydia had been lying when she said she’d never considered it before. Or maybe she hadn’t, because Allison had never told her she wanted to fuck her, and she’d certainly never given the time of day to any of the girls who did. But she had thought about it. She’d thought about it all the way back to the end of the last school year, when Scott had been banned from the dance and she’d been down an asshole boyfriend, and she’d briefly considered just asking if Allison wanted to go together, and she had to contend with the fact that she was more disappointed she didn’t get the chance than she was upset that Jackson was taking her. She’d thought about it over the summer Allison was gone, texting her at odd hours of the night when they couldn’t sleep in their respective time zones, what would happen if they just said fuck it and forgot about their stupid exes and took a chance on each other. She thought about it when Allison came back and she was trying to distract herself with dates that would never satisfy her. She thought about it far more than she reasonably should have.
And yet in all her little fantasies and all her wishful thinking, nothing she could possibly imagine held a candle to the way Allison’s lips felt for the first time. She tasted like soda and barely-there lip gloss and she was soft and warm in a way no one else had ever been, and Lydia thought oh. There you are. I’ve been waiting for you.
Cora’s hand came to rest on her thigh. Lydia pulled back, helplessly endeared by the way Allison tried to chase her, and met Cora’s eyes. There was something in them, under the haze of clear desire, something sad and wistful, and Lydia’s heart clenched. She laid her hand over Cora’s and squeezed.
And there you are.
This was newer. This was far more unfamiliar. This was something strange, this want , this excitement. This was late nights at the loft, watching movies on the couch wrapped in blankets they stole from Derek’s bed. This was Cora crawling into her window at her leisure, demanding Lydia come go on a drive with her, they could pick Allison up on the way. This was what Lydia had been too afraid to admit to herself: that she could get over Allison so quickly the second another pretty girl smiled at her so cockily, that yes, actually, Cora had wormed her way into her life so quickly and deeply that her loss would be an unfillable void. That those daydreams she tried to squash weren’t just a flight of fantasy borne of boredom and loneliness. That she wanted Cora as fiercely and as fervidly as she wanted Allison.
It had never occurred to her that she didn’t have to choose. Sitting here now, that felt like such a waste. It was embarrassing, really. She was supposed to be the smart one.
Cora smiled at her, that lazy wolf smile she shared with her brother, and Lydia grabbed her face and kissed her too. It wasn’t quite like Allison. Cora was bolder, more self-assured, and certainly more forceful. Lydia gave as good as she got, tangling her fingers in her soft hair, moaning enthusiastically when Allison leaned in and mouthed at her neck. Two warm hands crept under her shirt, pinkies briefly locking together as they slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between their fingers. Allison’s fingers were callused from her bow and Cora’s were just barely sharp, not enough to hurt but enough to remind Lydia this wasn’t some soft and sweet girl in class.
Cora broke away. Lydia panted as she nosed under her jaw, kissing at the other side of her neck.
She dug her nails into their backs. “If someone doesn't get a hand in my pants in the next twenty seconds I'm going to lose my mind.”
“I'll do you one better,” Cora offered. “One of you should sit on my face.”
Allison pulled back. She and Lydia stared at each other.
Allison raised her hands and made a rock. Lydia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. They played rock paper scissors. Allison won.
“At least take your clothes off,” Lydia complained, folding her arms over her chest. Cora’s shirt hit the ground immediately, followed by her pants. She left her underwear on and raised her eyebrows at Allison.
Allison stripped much more slowly, starting with her pants. Cora wiggled and pounced the second she kicked them off her ankles, knocking her back. She dragged her panties over her hips and threw them over her shoulder, narrowly missing Lydia. Allison flailed playfully and wrestled her onto her back, rubbing their noses together. She stripped off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. It wasn’t until she was actually hovering over Cora that they paused.
“I can’t do this,” Allison said.
Cora scoffed. “Why the fuck not?”
“What if you get hurt?”
“Need I remind you I’m a werewolf?”
Allison huffed. “But what if I break your nose or something?”
“It will heal.”
“But -”
“Oh my God,” Cora said. “Fine. Get off then. Lydia can do it.”
Lydia shrugged when Allison looked at her. Cora sat up as Allison climbed off her and together they eagerly divested Lydia of her clothes. They switched places quickly.
“Are you sure?” Lydia asked, suddenly understanding Allison’s worry now that she was in her position. It wasn’t like she’d never sat on someone’s face before, but Cora was quite a bit smaller than her previous partners.
“Holy shit,” Cora said, grabbing her thighs. “Just sit on my fucking face already.”
“Okay,” Lydia said, drawing the word out, and lowered herself down slowly.
The first touch of Cora’s tongue sent a shudder through her. Cora inhaled deeply, her hands tightening almost painfully. One sharp tug, and Lydia grabbed the headboard and gasped as she was forced to put her full weight on Cora’s face.
“You are so impatient,” she said with put-upon exasperation, trying to hide how insanely turned on she was. Sue her. Anyone would feel the same when faced with Cora’s utter zeal to eat her out.
Cora hummed, digging her fingers into Lydia’s thighs. She ran a hand up her hip and stomach, kneading at Lydia’s breast.
“Ridiculous,” Lydia sighed. She put her hand over Cora’s and squeezed.
She heard Allison shifting behind her, and then Cora moaned against her, the sound vibrating against her core. Lydia looked over her shoulder. Allison was holding her hair back, leaning over Cora’s leg to lick at her clit.
“Wait, wait,” Lydia gasped. She tried to rise off of Cora and batted at her hands when she refused to let her budge.
“What’s wrong?” Allison said. She crawled up behind her and straddled Cora’s chest, hugging Lydia from behind.
“We need to turn around.” Lydia replied.
“What?” Cora said.
Lydia gestured to her vanity. “Turn around. I want to see in the mirror.”
Cora’s eyes flicked to Allison’s over Lydia’s shoulder. “Yeah, alright.”
It took some maneuvering to fit all three of them on the bed. After a few attempts Allison got frustrated and shoved her arms under Cora’s thighs and pulled her up and down the bed, setting her legs over her shoulders. Cora snickered, reaching down to slide her fingers through Allison’s hair.
“Sure you don’t want to sit on my face?” She purred.
Allison smirked. “I’d hate to take Lydia’s spot. Next time.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Cora tipped her head back and moaned loudly when Allison leaned in and licked at her languidly, wrapping her lips around her clit. Lydia watched, enraptured by the way Cora’s chest heaved and Allison’s eyes drifted closed as she pressed in closer. She could feel herself getting wetter as Cora’s breathing turned into high little whines.
God, she was not cut out for the whole voyeur thing.
Cora grinned at her arrogantly when Lydia straddled her again, and Lydia took great pleasure in watching it disappear.
Cora ate pussy like it was the only thing she ever wanted to do in life. Lydia could barely keep her eyes open enough to watch Allison in the mirror. Cora’s mouth was warm and wet as she lapped at her hungrily, teasing at her hole and swirling her tongue lavishly around her clit. She breathed in deeply through her nose, moaning like Lydia was the best thing she’d ever experienced. It was cute, actually, a little bit inhuman, closer to a growl than the noise one would expect a girl like her to make, like a puppy upset at its owner trying to take its favorite toy. She licked and sucked at Lydia’s folds, fucking into her just to tease, the fingers of the hand still on her hip digging into her ass. Lydia’s gaze flicked between her expression, eyes closed and worshipful, and Allison’s dark head moving slowly in the mirror.
Cora patted her hip. Lydia lifted off her with great difficulty.
“What?” She panted. Her legs were wobbling.
“Fuck my face,” Cora urged, tugging at her. “Come on.”
Lydia laughed delightedly as she was yanked back down. Cora held still, tongue out, looking up at Lydia with unconcealed lust. She steadied one hand on the bed and the other in Cora’s hair and rolled her hips down.
“Oh, shit.” Lydia bit her lip, groping at her own breasts. She gazed in the mirror at Allison between Cora’s legs. She had two fingers fucking her in time with her mouth on her clit, and Cora clutched at her hair like a lifeline, grinding against her as much as she could, hips moving in shallow circles, pinned between them. Lydia had never been so turned on in her life .
They fell into a rhythm easily, like they’d been doing this for years. Cora’s tongue worked Lydia with enthusiasm, leaving her keening. The noise reverberated through the room, drowning out the wet sounds of their mouths.
Cora came first. She hooked her arm over Lydia’s thigh and yanked, forcing her down so hard she was briefly afraid she might actually injure herself. Lydia could feel Cora writhing underneath her, feel the way her breath hitched and shuddered, feel the way her tongue faltered in its confident movements. Her desperation had Lydia following her over the edge, hips rocking jerkily against her face, soaking her as her thighs clenched around her ears.
Lydia had always thought it was stupid when people said their legs didn’t work after sex. She’d had good sex before, and that had certainly never happened to her. It was a clear exaggeration meant to reward mediocrity.
But right now she was pretty sure if she tried to stand up she’d collapse like a marionette with its strings cut.
Christ. Cora deserved some kind of award. Or not, because her ego was definitely big enough already.
As if privy to Lydia’s thoughts Cora smirked and licked her lips. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Lydia eyed her thoughtfully. Yeah, okay. She was definitely a tits girl.
Allison pulled back with a wet noise that had all three of them shivering. She ran a hand through her hair, crawling up beside them. She made eye contact with Lydia and smiled. Lydia dug her nails into her legs when she licked her fingers clean of Cora’s wetness.
“My turn?” She said.
Lydia batted Cora away when she went to reach for Allison.
“You already had your fun,” she sniffed. “Let a girl pull her weight.”
Cora snickered. “But I’m already so familiar with your weight.”
Lydia didn’t dignify that with a response. She pulled Allison in and settled into her side, drawing one of her legs over her own. Cora went to kiss her again as Lydia wrapped her lips around her nipple and trailed a finger between her folds. Allison made a breathy little noise as she pressed into her gently.
Their faces were wet. A shudder ran through her. She let go of Allison’s nipple and bullied them apart, kissing them both deeply in succession. She could taste Cora on Allison’s tongue. She could taste herself on Cora's. She didn't know which tasted better.
Cora’s eyes flashed gold and Allison moaned loudly. Lydia slid another finger into her, Cora’s nails grazing her inner wrist as she reached down to work her clit.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Allison wheezed, head falling back.
“Nope, just us,” Cora replied, and bit her collarbone when Allison cuffed the back of her head playfully.
Allison didn’t last long. Lydia got three fingers into her and another bruise forming on her neck, and Cora definitely had some teeth involved as she teased at her chest. Lydia felt Allison clench around her fingers, felt the way her body tightened and relaxed as her peak hit. She moaned high and reedy and Lydia swallowed the sound hungrily. Cora wiggled in when they broke apart and they kissed her in turn, melting into the sheets as one.
“We should probably get cleaned up.” Lydia said after a while.
“Or we could stay in bed forever,” Cora grumbled.
“Lydia does have a pretty big shower.” Allison told her. “We could probably all fit.”
Cora flopped over onto her back. “Fine.”
One by one they clambered out of bed, nearly tripping over their clothes strewn across the floor. It turned out Lydia’s shower was not actually big enough to fit all three of them comfortably, but by this point they were all too stubborn to give up and take turns, so they made it work. They collapsed back in bed, Lydia in the middle with Allison and Cora’s arms interlocked over her.
Lydia looked at the moon over Cora’s shoulder and smiled. They would definitely make this work.