The Mean Girl and The Green Girl

by blakunicorn

Summary:

Galinda discovers that Elphaba has a dick and claims it for herself

Notes:

Filth with feelings

Galinda hated Elphaba Thropp.

She was a nuisance, a know-it-all, and green.

She’d stolen half of Galinda’s private suite and tendered no apologies for the intrusion.

Each day she brewed tea and burnt incense, both odiously aromatic.

She read well into the night which meant her lamp stayed on nearly constantly.

Elphaba had multitudinous long microbraids which weren’t awful by any stretch, but they were intricate and required ongoing maintenance which meant Elphaba typically hogged their shared bathroom vanity. Galinda had her own complicated nighttime beauty routines so, invariably, she and Elphaba would end up side-by-side, sharing space in their cramped bathroom and avoiding eye contact in the mirror. Sometimes their fingers would brush as they both reached for combs and moisturizers. Sometimes Elphaba said “excuse me” if the physical contact lingered a second too long.

They’d had weeks of these interactions and things still remained tense between them. Galinda hadn’t grown accustomed to her roommate and didn’t want to grow accustomed to her. It was bothersome to share space and air (and sometimes toiletries) with someone she hadn’t welcomed into her orbit.

Galinda despised Elphaba Thropp and that was that.

One evening Galinda walked into the bathroom a bit too early and found Elphaba there undressing for bed.

And what do you know—Elphaba Thropp had a dick.

It was green just like the rest of her. And it was big enough that it commanded all of Galinda’s attention.

The green woman flushed and sputtered and reached frantically for a bathrobe, but Galinda had already seen her sizeable secret and determined a course of action.

Later that night…fifty-five minutes later to be exact…Galinda waited patiently on her pink canopy bed for Elphaba to return to the room.

The green woman eventually tiptoed out, leaving a trail of steam and jojoba scent behind her. She’d twisted her braids into a bun. Lovely.

Galinda wasted no time:

“You have a dick.”

Elphaba visibly startled. “It’s none of your business.”

“Everything in this room is my business. Let me see it again.”

Elphaba blushed such a brilliant shade of green that she nearly sparkled in the dim room.

“You can't just ask that!” she spluttered.

“But I did. Now pull it out.”

Galinda blinked, patiently expectant, and Elphaba relented. The green woman reached inside her sleep shorts and pulled out her substantial green dick.

Galinda studied it.

It would do.

“I'm going to fuck you tomorrow and ride that as long as I want,” Galinda informed her. “Make preparations.”

Then Galinda went to bed.

 . . . . .

The next evening, Galinda waited for Elphaba near the green woman’s bed. The blonde had donned a sheer sleep gown that barely reached mid-thigh. She had not worn this outfit to be sexy but out of convenience. Elphaba could fuck her without even removing it. Galinda liked the idea of limiting their skin-to-skin contact. Not that she thought Elphaba’s green was catching or hideotous to touch. It was strictly because there was only one part of Elphaba’s body that Galinda was interested in exploring and only one part of her body that Galinda wanted to share. Well…maybe two parts of her body. Elphaba’s dick had been considerably pretty, so it was possible for it to earn the affections of both Galinda’s pussy and her mouth.

But first things first—

Galinda perched on Elphaba’s dreadfully undersized bed and briefly considered getting herself started. She was impatient and wet.

She’d just reached beneath her gown to thumb her clit when Elphaba exited the bathroom.

The green woman came up short when she spied Galinda waiting on her bed.

Her braids were down this time which was perfect since Galinda liked having things to grasp.

The blonde laid back against the bedsheets. “I’d prefer you not come inside me,” she requested.

Elphaba’s eyes widened and the green woman dropped her bed caddy, sending products spilling across the floor.

“I’ve decided, Galinda. You can't just make me have sex with you. It’s like…illegal.”

Galinda didn’t have time for this.

The blonde rose to her feet and lifted her sleep gown, exposing her pussy. It was pretty, pink, and wet.

“Do you want to put your dick inside me?” she asked Elphaba plainly.

Elphaba nodded.

“That’s what I thought. But first I'm going to ride your mouth since you took so long. Lay on the bed.”

Elphaba complied almost immediately.

And, oh, it was so convenient to have such a compliant sex partner toy.  Someone who lived within a stone’s throw and could be ordered around. And Elphaba really was quite attractive when Galinda gave her more than a sidelong glance. Galinda would never tell the green woman this, of course, but she enjoyed the view as she straddled Elphaba’s chest.

“Stick out your tongue and hold it flat,” she stated.

Elphaba did just that.

Galinda sat on her face.

. . . . .

Galinda came after only a few minutes.

Sleep gown still on but held up (barely) by her own quivering hands. She rocked back and forth on Elphaba’s wet tongue, made wetter by Galinda’s own juices. How indecent that she’d dampened even Elphaba’s chin, leaving trails of wet and saliva.

Galinda liked it—that she was leaving remnants of herself on Elphaba. This was her dorm room, after all; her extra bed and sheets. She should be able to come all over whatever and whomever she wanted.

She positioned her clit into Elphaba’s open mouth.

“Suck hard.”

Elphaba did.

. . . . .

Galinda didn’t move until she could feel her feet again.

She lingered so long on Elphaba’s face that she probably disrupted the green woman’s breathing.

But as far as she knew, no one had ever died from eating pussy. And if you had to die, what better way than this—drowning in Galinda Upland’s pussy?

Galinda wiggled herself down until she could straddle Elphaba’s lap. The green woman was breathing hard and her eyes were closed. The sheen of wet across her nose, mouth, and chin was downright obscene and Galinda preened at the sight of it.

“Don’t wipe your face until I say so,” the blonde felt the need to demand.

Elphaba didn’t bother opening her eyes when she responded: “Don’t worry, I hadn’t planned to.”

And the green woman actually licked her lips.

Galinda felt something snap.

“Sit up so I can ride your dick.”

The blonde scrambled off Elphaba then went ahead and shucked her own nightgown. Her nipples needed direct contact. Skin-to-skin would be fine.

Elphaba sat up groggily, her braids mashed about her head. The green woman’s sleep shirt was rumpled and her dick tented her trousers.

Elphaba eased her pants down.

“Your shirt too,” Galinda instructed, her brown eyes feasting on revealed green skin. Such a shame she hadn’t discoverated the particulars of Elphaba’s body earlier. She’d been far too focused on incense and reading lamps when she could have been getting fucked to sleep.

Once freed, Elphaba’s dick bounced against her belly, a hypnotizing motion, like a pendulum swing. Elphaba’s areolas were pebbled and darkened brown, like tiny dollops of fine chocolate. Galinda bent forward to take one into her mouth and Elphaba gasped.

“I'm not a virgin,” Galinda felt the need to inform Elphaba as she used her right hand to fondle the green woman’s dick. The blonde shuffled her hips forward, ready to sit and direct.

“I am,” Elphaba confessed.

“Lucky for you, your first time will be with me.”

Galinda sank onto her, the green dick parting her perfectly.

Mmmm, what a nice fit.

“You'll never find pussy better than mine,” Galinda told her around a groan.

Elphaba believed her. The green woman was close to coming already. Galinda could tell by the hip juddering, and she fixed Elphaba with a stern look.

“No. You will wait for me to come first. And, remember, don’t come inside. I don't want green babies.”

The comment hurt every part of Elphaba except her dick.

The green woman thrust up, desperate to banish the words from her thoughts.

Fortunately, Galinda stopped speaking.

They moaned in tandem.

. . . . .

“Can you do this every day?” Galinda asked after she’d come hard and allowed Elphaba to come too. Surprisingly—since it was her first time—the green woman had displayed remarkable control when she’d reached her own peak. She’d pulled out of Galinda’s pussy just in time and released creamy ribbons of cum across her own firm belly.

Galinda stared contemplatively at Elphaba’s cum as she awaited a response.

“Do what every day? Fuck you?”

“Fuck me through two orgasms specifically. I have appetites.” 

For the longest, Galinda had struggled to find someone to keep up with her needs. Frottica was full of pretty men with limp dicks, who talked big but packed small. She'd hoped Shiz would offer more satisfying options and had now struck gold (or green rather) with a pretty roommate who had a sizeable dick and solid stamina (and quite the dexterous tongue).

“I'm already hard again,” Elphaba said in lieu of an answer.

“Lovely. I'll lie on my back this time around. My thighs are tired from this angle. I want you to pound me when you’re on top. Make me feel every inch.”

Galinda got into position and spread her legs.

“Won't that hurt?”

Elphaba stared down at Galinda, her dick hard, her eyes soft.

“You ask too many questions.”

Galinda reached for her. Reached for her dick specifically and dragged Elphaba forward.

“Inside now.”

And those were the last words spoken for a pleasurable stretch of time.

. . . . .

It was a beneficial arrangement.

Whether it benefited Elphaba, Galinda genuinely didn't care. But it benefited Galinda greatly.  

She got morning wood and evening head, and if she wanted a midday orgasm, all she had to do was ask.

Or tell rather.

Currently, she was at the door of Elphaba’s third period class, gesturing the green woman from her seat. But the little nerd was being stubborn, ignoring Galinda and causing a scene. Several students had noticed the blonde hovering near the cracked door. Soon there would be whispers and the professor would catch on. This wouldn’t do at all.

Usually, Galinda appreciated a good spectacle and being center of attention, but not right now when she was horny and in a hurry.

Galinda gestured again.

When Elphaba finally acknowledged Galinda and excused herself from the classroom, Galinda practically pounced. She used Elphaba’s body to close the classroom door, pressing the green woman against it, shutting out any curious onlookers.

“What do you want, Galinda?” the green woman hissed.

“I'm turned on, and I couldn’t focus in algebra.”

Galinda was so wet, in fact, that she’d left her own third period class without even taking her books. She’d made a beeline for Elphaba.

“And that’s my problem how?” the green woman asked irritably.

Ugh. She was so stubborn and mouthy. But what a pretty mouth it was. Especially when wet.

Galinda placed a hand on Elphaba’s hip.

“Come fuck me and I’ll retwist your microbraids later. I know you hate doing it yourself.”

Maintaining microbraids took hours that Elphaba would rather spend reading. That’s how big a nerd she was. A big nerd with an even bigger dick.

Galinda’s hand moved to Elphaba’s zipper. Just a prelude nothing too scandalous in public.

Subjectively, Elphaba’s dick was the green woman’s best feature. But her microbraids were nice too. It wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience for Galinda to tidy the braids later. Maybe add a ribbon or two and massage Elphaba’s scalp…

Elphaba still seemed undecided, her gaze fixed on the manicured fingers that were now dancing along her crotch.

“You want to walk all the way back to our dorm room?” the green woman asked hesitatingly.

“There’s a supply closet that’s closer.”

“You can't be serious.”

“Very. Let's go.”

. . . . .

The configuration of the closet wasn’t the best. Elphaba had to fuck Galinda from behind. The blonde leaned forward to grip the shelving, arched her back, and met Elphaba thrust for thrust.

The contents of the supply closet weren’t ideal either. Grime-covered brooms and dust-filled mops and eye-watering cleaning supplies. Maybe they should have taken the extra few minutes to return to their dorm—

Elphaba pistoned her hips forcefully and Galinda lost that train of thought.

“If Professor Collins demerits me for leaving class early, I'm never fucking you again,” Elphaba told her through labored breaths.

“I'll talk to him. Make up an excuse—” Galinda moaned into a pack of paper towels. “Elphaba, your upstroke is everything. You must have amazing calf muscles.”

“I guess.”

It was the closest thing to a compliment Galinda had ever given Elphaba. Which was actually kind of sad? Elphaba tried not to dwell on it and, instead, doubled her stroke.

Galinda nearly crumbled into a mop bucket. “Fuck, I'm going to come.”

“Me too.”

Elphaba held Galinda up as the blonde’s legs continued to weaken. Galinda was a panting, trembling mess and seemed to care little of her environment now. Her favorite heels had been stained with bleach from a spilled container. Her polished fingers clenched against rotted wood. Her eyes watered from fumes and pleasure. Still, she bent further to allow Elphaba more room for her ministrations. She also wanted to give Elphaba a better view.

The green woman bit into her own tongue at the visual.

Her dick stretching Galinda’s folds, again and again, until it was coated with their joint wetness. Streaks of white dappling green while Galinda pulsed, releasing more dampness.

Hmmm…Elphaba should come inside Galinda’s pussy as a punishment for interrupting her class lesson. She should fill Galinda up and leave the blonde leaking. Produce even more fluids that would stain this closet floor. But Elphaba restrained herself, waiting for Galinda to gasp her own orgasm into the cramped room before pulling out and spilling cum all over Galinda's pinkened ass.

Elphaba hummed at the sight. Aesthetically pleased but also disappointed in some primal way. Part of her wanted to stay inside Galinda. To leave pieces of herself behind. Which was strange since Elphaba didn't even like the blonde. This was just contractual sex; a convenience.

Elphaba eased out and stepped back which forced Galinda to catch herself against the shelving. The blonde was still shaking.

“Are you okay?” Elphaba asked.

“Just peachy.”

They both redressed.

. . . . .

Galinda wouldn't call it a sex addiction; she simply liked satisfying, mindless sex. She liked feeling good in ways she didn't have to think much about or plan for extensively.

Let’s fuck and move on.

Sex within relationships required far too much talking. Required feelings and commitment. That’s why Galinda never dated long. She got her orgasm (hopefully multiple) and went along her way. Two dates maximum. Otherwise, there would be talk of courtship, engagement, matrimony. Galinda had no interest in those things. She would not bear a man's children nor his dull conversation. Look at what such sacrifice had done to Momsie, a once promising architect who now rarely left her home. Who dusted manors rather than design them. Who regularly hosted people whom she hated.

Galinda would never.

She had a creedo: Fuck me and get out.

Out of my body. Out of my home.

Elphaba was perfect in that Galinda only had to cross the room to get away from her. She could turn off her light and turn down her covers and Elphaba would cease to exist.

The green woman never complained or pushed Galinda for more. She never came inside Galinda. She never stayed inside.

Elphaba pulled out and pulled away and Galinda preferred it like that.

Neat, emotionless, and devoid of complications.

If she was lucky, Galinda would be able to enjoy four years of this arrangement.

A pretty, pliable fuck buddy she could dominate then dismiss.

All women should have such opportunity. Too bad all women didn’t. 

But Galinda did, so while it lasted, she would take full advantage.

. . . . .

Elphaba was on her knees for her, her braided head bobbing between Galinda’s thighs.

Galinda loved Elphaba like this.

Loved Elphaba's textured hair. Loved her long, nimble tongue. Loved her talented, tireless dick.

What a wonderful arrangement they had—fucking each other senseless; fucking until spent; fucking until limbs jellied and voices hoarsened.

Galinda sank back into pink sheets. They’d long since moved their rendezvouses to Galinda’s massive, plush bed. There was appreciably more room for repositioning and second rounds; for being splayed atop each other; for Galinda to fall back and spread her legs.

Her legs were spread now as Elphaba moved in steady rhythms, lapping Galinda directly from the source, holding her open, flicking and tonguing.

Galinda could let her do this forever.

She soaked up the sound of Elphaba slurping her wetness. Then gripped microbraids to pull Elphaba even closer.

“Don't waste a single drop of me.”

No need to say it, really, since Elphaba never did. Equally hungry for their encounters even though she never initiated them. But she also never declined Galinda’s overtures or could disguise her hardened dick.

Elphaba inserted her tongue so far into Galinda that the blonde woman peaked on the spot. Elphaba had reached some place inside her that no one had ever touched before. Not even Galinda with her own curious fingers when she first learned she enjoyed sex. Galinda choked back a sob as she rubbed herself against Elphaba’s pretty face, wanting more of whatever that was that had curled her insides so deliciously; wanting Elphaba to crawl inside of her and stroke that particular cord for always.

“Eat me,” she demanded. Even though Elphaba already had.

Galinda wondered if she could coax Elphaba into fucking her like this for another half hour; for another full semester; for the rest of their lives.

Her mouth, her dick, were perfectly suited for Galinda's pussy.

Galinda Upland deserved the best and might have finally found it.

“Fuck! I’m going to come again.”

She arched into Elphaba's mouth.

Elphaba licked her through the aftershocks.

“I have class in twenty minutes,” Elphaba informed her.

“I need your dick at least once.” Her legs were already parted. “You can be quick.”

“No, I can’t.”

‘Cause Galinda’s pussy was perfect for Elphaba too. And one didn’t rush perfection; they lingered.

“Then you can be late or miss class altogether.”

Galinda was already reaching forward, unbuckling Elphaba’s pants, freeing her dick, stroking its most sensitive areas.

The green woman quaked.

Elphaba had stellar attendance and ambitions to be a professional scholar. She also had a scheduled oral report in her next period class.

The green woman rose to her feet. “Scoot up on the bed.”

Galinda did.

. . . . .

There were moments when she rode Elphaba that Galinda thought about kissing the green woman. Not for any romantic reasons but simply because Elphaba was there. It was matter of proximity and practicality. They might as well make use of their mouths while their hips were meeting again and again; while they locked eyes and shared breath. It would give their tongues something to do.

But Galinda usually redirected her thoughts (and mouth) and would bite into Elphaba’s shoulder instead or whisper filthy instructions in her ear like:

“If you’re going to hatefuck me for making you miss class again, at least hatefuck me like you mean it. Bend me, stretch me, make me scream.”

And usually, then, Galinda’s mouth had more than enough to do like yell Elphaba’s name in increasingly broken syllables:

Elphaba

Elphieeeeee

El-fuckkkkkk

Until she lost all power of speech.

Being kissed after such pleasurable discombobulation wouldn’t be the worst thing ever, but Galinda had rules and boundaries. Chief amongst them being:

Make me come then leave.

Elphaba usually left for class (terribly tardy but sexually pleased) or to her side of the room. Sometimes she left to their shared bathroom to clean off her or Galinda’s cum. Those times, Galinda thought about following Elphaba into the washroom and possibly cleaning Elphaba with her tongue. Kissing Elphaba’s belly if not her lips. Kissing lower than that.

She hadn’t yet sucked Elphaba’s dick even though she’d been sorely tempted. The act just seemed too intimate somehow: taking Elphaba into her mouth, tasting her cum and possibly swallowing. Having Elphaba inside her in a totally different way.

No, no blowjobs or kisses in this arrangement.

What they had now was plenty. Multiple orgasms and mostly wordless sex.

This was fine. This was perfect.

. . . . .

“Elphaba Thropp has a dick.”

ShenShen announced it just like that—quick and tactless like a burp—while their small group was out in the village square enjoying an afternoon off from class. The group of friends had partaken of craft coffee and the most darlingnest mini cakes and were debating whether or not to order a cheese platter when ShenShen spilled the beans:

“I saw her imprint yesterday in sparring class while she was wearing her training briefs.”

The blonde reported the news as if were the juiciest gossip. And from the way her friends responded— with vocal gasps of shock and glee—Galinda supposed it was the most scandolocious news to rock Shiz since the unexpected arrival of the green girl herself.  

Milla leaned forward eagerly. “Was it big? Is it green?”

“Of course it’s green,” ShenShen stated. “I didn’t see it outside her shorts, but what other color could it be?”

“Rainbow colored?” Pfannee joked before taking a sip of his coffee.

Galinda narrowed her eyes at him and privately plotted a suitable revenge. Perhaps she’d add some rainbow dye to that fancy shampoo of hers that Pfannee always asked to borrow…

“What a cruel fate, to not only be weird and green but also saddled with a dick,” Milla said sympathetically. Before blushing in Pfannee’s direction. “You know…if you’re a woman. Dicks are fine for men—”

“She might be legitimately cursed,” Pfannee speculated. “Green, bespectacled, dickmatized…Sounds like her parents ran afoul of a witch.”

Galinda upgraded her punishment of Pfannee. She’d force him to return all the beauty supplies and accessories he’d ever borrowed. She’d also try her own hand at malicious witchery. The shop next door sold magic wands.

“Elphaba’s not cursed, she’s blessed,” ShenShen disputed. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Her dick’s so large, her shorts could barely contain it. And I only saw the imprint. Imagine what it looks like up close.”

And it was clear that ShenShen was imagining it. The blonde’s eyes glazed over and she bit into her bottom lip.

Galinda’s hands clenched into the tablecloth.

“I’m going to suck her dick,” ShenShen decided after more contemplation. “It looks yummy, and I bet it tastes like green apple.”

“ShenShen, you’re insane,” Pfannee spluttered.

“You might also be gay,” Mila noted with some confusion. “I didn’t know you liked girls, Shen.”

“I don’t like girls, I like dick.”

“Even green ones?” Pfannee asked with clear distaste.

ShenShen would not be dissuaded. “Pfannee, you should have seen her when she thrusted and parried. Elphaba Thropp has exceptional hip control. That’s a woman who knows how to fuck.”

Galinda knew this all too well.

Would she have to hex ShenShen too? Some forgetfulness spell or heterosexuality elixir? How could Galinda prevent this attempt at seduction of sweet, innocent (big dicked) Elphaba?

Milla blushed at ShenShen’s commentary and Pfannee seemed to reconsider his earlier position.

He sipped his drink again. “Well, if Elphaba agrees to let you suck her dick and it turns out that it does taste like fruit, ask if she has a green brother or cousin…”

Galinda and Milla stared at him.

“What?” he asked, confused.

Galinda hated her friends.

. . . . .

“ShenShen plans to suck your dick. Just giving you a heads up.”

Galinda apprised Elphaba of these developments the moment the green woman entered their room. While Galinda and her friends had spent their day off in the town market, Elphaba had spent hers in the library and came in with a satchel of heavy books.

Galinda watched as Elphaba unpacked her bookbag and stacked her books neatly on her desk. She was such a dutiful student. And lugging textbooks from one side of campus to the other had given the green woman well-defined biceps. Galinda wondered if Elphaba could lift her. If she’d be able to fuck Galinda in an upright position.

“Is this a joke?” Elphaba asked.

She hadn’t even addressed Galinda properly with a kiss or a hello. Not that Galinda expected or desired either of those things.

“It’s not a joke. Apparently your gym shorts don’t leave much room for the imagination.”

Or room for Elphaba’s dick.

Galinda hadn’t even seen these shorts which seemed all kinds of unfair. She was Elphaba’s roommate after all and should have first dibs views of all of Elphaba’s sartorial choices.

Elphaba blushed and flopped down on her small cot.

All this space on Galinda’s queen-sized bed and the green woman hadn’t even bothered to sit beside her. A pity.

“I only have so many outfits appropriate for gym,” Elphaba admitted. She seemed embarrassed by this fact. “Oz, I might have to start wearing trousers to sparring class. Which would be terrible for my form and end up costing me points.”

“I’ll buy you gym wear,” Galinda immediately volunteered. Not because she liked Elphaba or anything but because it was the sensible thing to do to protect Elphaba’s grade.

“No, thank you,” Elphaba declined vehemently. A little furrow of concern had appeared on the green woman’s brow. “And tell your friend that I don’t want her to suck my---” She flushed. “Why would she want to anyway? ShenShen hates me.”

“Maybe so, but she loves dick. And she assumes yours tastes like green apple.”

Elphaba rolled her eyes, beyond irritated. “First artichoke jokes, now I’m being compared to green apples. I swear, sometimes I forget this is an institution of higher learning.”

Galinda felt the faintest pinprick of shame. “I never apologized for that artichoke remark. . .”

“Well, don’t bother now.”

What did it matter? Elphaba and Galinda weren’t friends. They couldn’t even call themselves fuck buddies. There was nothing congenial about their association, just convenience.

“Come here,” Galinda said suddenly. And Elphaba looked up.

“Why?”

“Because I said so. Now hurry.”  

Elphaba actually took her time, but she did shuffle over.

She stood in front of Galinda, staring down at the blonde, confused.

Galinda reached for Elphaba’s belt buckle. “Have you ever had your dick sucked, Elphaba?”

Elphaba’s eyebrows shot up. “No. I told you I was a virgin when we first started fooling around.”  

“So? That doesn’t mean some curious Munchkinlander never took you in her mouth.”

Elphaba’s own mouth fell open and Galinda loosened the green woman’s belt.

“Let’s get this out of the way so you won't be tempted by ShenShen.”

With two jerks of Galinda’s hands, Elphaba’s pants fell around her hips.

ShenShen was right. Elphaba’s print was very noticeable in her briefs. Galinda’s pussy throbbed at the sight.

“I'm not so desperate that I'd drop my pants for a blonde bully like ShenShen,” Elphaba felt the need to assert.

“Sure you would. You’ve dropped your pants for me every day for months now.”

Even in this moment, Elphaba’s pants were pooled around her ankles.

Elphaba blushed. “That’s different.”

“How so?”

Galinda peeled down Elphaba’s boxers.

“You’re no longer mean to me.”

Which wasn’t saying much since Galinda wasn’t particularly nice either.

The blonde stared fondly at Elphaba’s fully erect dick.

“God, this dick is wasted on you. You'd rather read than fuck.”

Almost against her will, Elphaba used a thumb to trace a line across Galinda’s bottom lip.

“My extracurricular interests have expanded recently,” the green woman reported.

Galinda bit that thumb and smiled. “Oh, really?”

Elphaba gazed down at her inquisitively. What was she thinking?

Whatever thoughts she was having, the green woman didn’t verbalize.

Galinda palmed Elphaba’s dick and stroked it. And, finally, some words did escape Elphaba as her body shivered at the contact.

“I don’t understand how that always feels so good,” Elphaba whispered.

“Just you wait.”

Galinda used her free hand to grab Elphaba’s ass and pull her closer.

“I won’t get on my knees for you, but you can stand,” the blonde stated. “And if ShenShen asks—or anyone else for that matter—you’ll tell her your dick is spoken for. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

And how could Galinda not reward such immediate compliance? Galinda took Elphaba in her mouth. Just a little at first since the green woman was legitimately huge.

Galinda sucked on the head. It was salty but sweet. Not green apple but flavorful, deliciously Elphaba.

Galinda pulled back to breathe. “You'll go down on me afterwards. Fair is fair.”

“Of course.”

Elphaba’s eyes were closed, her chest heaving and hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.

Galinda wanted to tease her, drag it out. But they’d have time for more exploration and building Elphaba’s endurance later.

Galinda prepared to take the full length of Elphaba into her mouth.

“I’ll never allow you to come inside my pussy, Elphaba, but you can come in my mouth. I've certainly come inside yours enough.”

Elphaba trembled beneath her hands.

Galinda smiled at the reaction, inordinately pleased. Then she descended on Elphaba’s dick and took her in one mouthful.

Elphaba exploded.

. . . . .

It was delicious how trembly Elphaba could get from a single lick or suckle. The green woman was just so physically sensitive! Possibly a consequence of being touch-starved, Galinda supposed. But even cupping Elphaba through her trousers made the green woman crumble. A five-minute blowjob and Elphaba was practically apoplectic. She’d thrash and squirm beneath Galinda’s ministrations. One time she slipped up and said “Baby” and Galinda immediately released Elphaba from her mouth and sat on her dick instead.

Oh, Elphaba had fucked her so thoroughly that night. Galinda had felt it the next day in the school cafeteria, a pleasant soreness between her legs, a small bruise against her thigh where Elphaba had gripped her desperately.

Evidence.

“I offered to suck her and she turned me down quite rudely,” ShenShen complained over a roasted beet salad.

Pfannee shook his head sympathetically, his rainbow tresses sparkling noticeably. “Ugh, to be so smart, she’s really stupid. It’s not like she’ll get another offer of oral sex from a hot blonde.”

ShenShen nodded, mollified if visibly disappointed.

Galinda smiled into her cup.

. . . . .

On Tuesday, they had sex in the library. Galinda followed Elphaba there after the sixth period class they shared. Elphaba fucked her in the archives section, right next to the periodicals and microfiche machine. Elphaba bent Galinda over a study table, lifted the blonde’s dress, and set a frenzied pace.

If anyone discovered them in the remote area, what a scene they'd stumble into:

Galinda’s bared ass and discarded panties. Elphaba, who hadn’t even bothered removing her pants and fucked through her zipper, focused and gasping and pausing every now and then to moan and readjust.

Sounds of squelching, clenching, and unfiltered sighs.

Galinda’s left cheek pressed against the table, Elphaba's hand tangled in blonde hair.

Semi-rough just like Galinda liked it.

“Fuck me harder. Pull my hair.”

Elphaba immediately fisted Galinda’s hair and yanked.  

Wetness leapt from Galinda's pussy, splashed table legs, dampened the floor.

Galinda almost said something. Some sort of delirium or confession. The blonde bit into her own tongue, tasted blood and satisfaction.

Elphaba came too, outside of Galinda. Then fell against the blonde, huffing and tired.

“You’ve ruined libraries for me,” she spoke into the curve of Galinda’s neck.

Galinda smiled beatifically. Coming from a bookworm like Elphaba, that was the highest of praise.

“I want to sit on your face in the biography section,” Galinda told her.

Elphaba chuckled. “Give me five minutes to clean up and catch my breath.”

And Elphaba must have been sincerely tired and brain-addled, because she pulled back just slightly to press a kiss to Galinda’s spine.

The blonde stiffened beneath her.

“Don’t do that. No kisses ever. Not even there.”

Elphaba removed her lips.

Elphaba proceeded to remove her entire body sequentially. Hands, hips, dick—until there was appropriate distance between them.

Galinda felt cold against the table.

She straightened. Collected her panties. There was no need, really, to put them back on.

“Biography section?” she asked cheerfully.

But Elphaba had tidied herself and reclaimed her book bag.

“I have to study,” she told Galinda before walking away.

. . . . .

Elphaba was upset with Galinda, the blonde could tell. The green woman had turned down Galinda’s last two invitations for sex. One time, Galinda had been completely naked and lounging on her pink, plush bed. Elphaba had simply blinked expressionlessly at Galinda before locking herself in the bathroom.

This couldn’t go on.

Galinda had needs and what she needed most was Elphaba between her thighs, staring down at her in that intense way of hers. Maybe leaning forward for a kiss—

No, not kisses. Never that. But Galinda craved a good fuck.

Didn't Elphaba miss it too? The clash of their bodies? Their shared, ravenous noises? Two days abstinent seemed like an eternity.

“Are you fucking someone else?”

Galinda caught Elphaba in a hallway.

Maybe she’d been a little overzealous in her confrontation because a passing student stared, shocked, at her. Galinda glared until the student scuttled away.

Elphaba grimaced and clutched her bookbag. “No.”

Which wasn’t a satisfactory response.

“Then why are you avoiding me?” Galinda asked her.

“I can't avoid you. We share a room.”

“But you’re hardly there anymore. I haven’t retwisted your hair in days.”

Galinda reached for one of the braids in question and Elphaba backed away.

Galinda frowned. Somewhere a feeling hurt.

“I have other things to do besides you,” Elphaba told her.

Cheeky girl.

Pouty also. Pouty Elphaba was so damn cute. Galinda wanted to bite the green woman, all teeth. She also wanted Elphaba to bite her.

“I miss your mouth,” she said bluntly.

Some emotion skittered across the green woman’s face before disappearing altogether. Elphaba avoided Galinda’s eyes.

“You only like my mouth when it’s between your legs.”

“Not true. I happen to love it when you suck my tits.”

Elphaba’s nostrils flared. Either from desire or frustration.

“Don’t wait up for me,” she told Galinda, securing her bag to her back. “I’m studying late.”

“Elphaba…” Galinda called after her when the green woman prepared to leave. “It you’re upset with me, let’s talk about it.”

Let’s fuck about it, she didn’t say. But when she and Elphaba did make up, Galinda would fuck the green woman so well that Elphaba would never avoid Galinda again.

Why wasn’t Elphaba desperate for her? How could she go two whole days without fucking Galinda or even meeting her eyes?

Even now she stared off into the distance probably mentally organizing her To-Do list.

A To-Do list that did not include Galinda.  

The blonde wanted to scream.

“I’m not upset,” Elphaba said, still staring off and gripping her bookbag.

Her nails were chipped from where she handled her staff and lugged her mountains of books. Galinda made a mental note to give Elphaba a manicure later. Apply a polish that would complement such resplendent green. And once they dried, Galinda would ride those lovely fingers. Would let Elphaba pump inside of her and punish her if she had to.

“I miss you when you stay out late,” Galinda said softly.

Because that was honest.

Elphaba looked at Galinda then, her green eyes wide and stunned. “Galinda, you’re so confusing,” she murmured. “One minute you’re cold. The next you’re crawling into my lap—”

Galinda kissed Elphaba to shut her up. The maneuver proved quite effective.

Elphaba sighed into her mouth and dropped her bookbag. She pulled Galinda close.

Galinda felt warm inside.  

The blonde pulled back just an inch. “Come home and I’ll show just how much I like your mouth. You can kiss me all over. I’ll kiss you all over too.”

Elphaba nodded before kissing Galinda again.

. . . . .

And who knew that kisses made sex that much more enjoyable? Galinda certainly hadn’t realized with previous beaus and sexual flings.

There were so many new pleasant discoveries. Like when Galinda sucked on Elphaba’s tongue, it made the green woman’s dick twitch.

Or when she kissed Elphaba softly, the green woman made a happy hum, as if she were vibrating on the inside, unleashing magic and a moan.

Galinda also loved how she got to taste herself on Elphaba’s lips. The green woman would eat Galinda out then press her tongue into the blonde’s mouth.

It was delicious. It was filthy, wet, and addictive.

Was it conceited for Galinda to admit that she enjoyed the taste of her own cum? Well, fuck it, she was conceited. Elphaba liked her taste, too.

She had to, the way Elphaba consumed Galinda so eagerly. Waking Galinda with morning head. Going down on her in the shower. Once, she’d turned Galinda onto her stomach and eaten her from behind. Galinda had ruined a set of sheets, she’d come so hard and liquidfyingly.

Kissing had turned things up a notch.

Galinda had no complaints. Not with this regular supply of head. Not with a hard, standby nine-inch dick (Galinda had measured for science).

It was an embarrassment of riches when Galinda considered the sum total: the hot, new kisses, Elphaba’s talented fingers, those hungry emerald eyes, that careful smile of Elphaba’s and adorable gap, the fact that she brewed Galinda tea after finding a blend that the blonde liked, that she played in Galinda’s hair and sometimes oiled her scalp…

Sometimes when Elphaba moved inside her, Galinda tried her best to swallow the green woman with the entirety of her body. She’d encircle Elphaba with arms, legs, and her pussy itself.

Don’t stop, don’t leave, please keep filling me up

Not just with your dick but with your youness that makes me feel so damn good. That makes me feel anything at all

She thought them, but Galinda never voiced these things.

. . . . .

What she did say was:

“Just remember, you’ll never find better pussy or head than mine.”

She said it regularly. Most often after she’d made Elphaba climax. After she’d swallowed the green woman’s cum or moved off her lap just in time for Elphaba to explode.

“I believe you, Galinda. You don’t have to keep saying that. You’re not just body parts, you know? Not just a mouth or vagina. I have a dick, but I'm a woman too. I also happen to be a feminist.”

How was it possible for Elphaba to look that disappointed after she’d come so spectacularly? The green woman’s brow had furrowed again.

Galinda rubbed a thumb across it, willing it to disappear.

“Ugh. Please don’t proselytize. Not right after sex. I promise you, Elphaba, I don’t have low self-esteem. I don’t hate myself, and I’m not using my body to keep your attention. I’m only sharing this with you because it’s a matter of fact. In me, you’ve found the best. Don’t settle for less than that.”

Elphaba’s brow furrow remained. Still, she smiled at the blonde. “I have found the best and on my first try, too. Lucky me.”

Oooh, how could Galinda not kiss her after saying something romantical sexy like that?

Galinda launched herself at Elphaba’s lips and moaned.

What a wonderful addition to their arrangement kissing had been!

Still, this conversation would come back to haunt Galinda two days later when she dumped Elphaba for Fiyero.

. . . .

No, correction.

Galinda did not dump Elphaba because she and Elphaba were not dating. They were fucking and there was an important difference.

They might have fucked a lot with increasingly more kisses and eye contact, but theirs was a physical arrangement. Mathematical even. Your body + Mine. That’s all it was.

Sometimes Galinda retwisted Elphaba’s microbraids while Elphaba reviewed Galinda’s homework and made helpful suggestions.

Sometimes Galinda fell asleep on top of Elphaba after a particularly intense round of sex and would waken to find Elphaba tracing patterns across her skin.

So many times, Elphaba touched that spot deep inside Galinda that no one had ever reached (or even searched for). Elphaba would strum that spot with her tongue or tip of her dick. Sometimes she reached it with eye contact alone. Galinda was beginning to suspect that this spot lay far above her pussy in some area closer to her heart.

Still—

She and Elphaba were roommates, not even friends. Galinda was free to date and fuck whomever she wanted.

And Fiyero Tigeelar, crown prince of Winkie County, was the most dateable fuckable eligible bachelor in town. He was handsome and rich. He was a friend of a friend of a friend. Some shared acquaintance had suggested that Fiyero seek out Galinda when he transferred to Shiz.

You two will be perfect together, Fiyero relayed when he and Galinda first met in Shiz’s courtyard.

He’d winked at her before clasping her right hand and kissing it.

Pfannee swooned and ShenShen murmured something about Fiyero’s fitted pants and his noticeable bulge.

Galinda paid his pants no mind. She already had her requisite dick. But maybe it was time for Galinda to diversify. What she and Elphaba had was temporary anyway. Galinda had gone long past her usual conditions—two fucks max then move on.

Fiyero was handsome when Galinda squinted. Bright blue eyes and wavy hair. He would look good kneeling and licking her out.

Yes, he would do just fine.

She only had to tell Elphaba. It’s not like the green woman would care.

. . . . .

Elphaba had brewed Galinda a peach-blossom tea and set out tiny curlicued crackers.

“I know Thursdays are hard for you,” she said when Galinda returned to their room.

Yes, Thursdays were Galinda’s most stressful days of the week with musical lessons and steering committees and her dozen or so other social commitments. Elphaba had not only remembered this fact but also attempted to remedy it with snacks and drinks and, oh, the green woman had walked over to Galinda to place the softest of kisses against her lips.

Galinda’s insides fluttered.

Elphaba relieved Galinda of her purse and took her hand, leading her to the table.

“If you’re good, I’ll scrounge up some chocolate for you too,” Elphaba told her.

And Galinda wanted to say: I’ll be good however you’d like.

But she had an announcement to make to Elphaba and there was no time like the present.

Galinda took her seat and nibbled on a cracker. Elphaba eyed her fondly before sitting and reaching for her own.

“Have you met the new transfer student, Prince Fiyero of Winkie County?” Galinda asked, cutting to the chase.

Elphaba immediately rolled her eyes. “Unfortunately. I saw him at the library earlier. He danced on a set of rare books. It was obnoxious. And probably illegal.”

There was that trademark Elphaba furrow and frown. Galinda wanted to kiss her.

The blonde cleared her throat.

“He and I have decided to date.”

Air leeched from the room.

Elphaba dropped her cracker. “What?”

Galinda avoided the green woman’s eyes. “Nothing serious but exclusive for the time being. Just to see where it goes.”

It would probably end up going to a bedroom, hers or Fiyero’s. That’s where all of Galinda’s relationships tended to begin and end. Which was perfectly fine by her.

“I’m telling you because I do like sex, but I don’t like having sex with more than one person at a time. So what we’ve been doing—you and I—it has to stop.”

Elphaba’s furrow had completely disappeared. The new expression on Elphaba’s face was a new one but clearly devastated.

Galinda felt sick and lightheaded. “We can still be friends,” she offered lamely.

“We were never friends, Galinda.”

And, touché, but also ouch.

Elphaba did that thing where she looked away, into the distance. Dissociation possibly. Or compartmentalization. Distance certainly.

Elphaba rose to her feet.

“Enjoy your tea,” she told the blonde. Still not looking at Galinda as she reached now for her coat.

It wasn’t even cold outside, but Elphaba still bundled herself up. Zippered herself into fabric; hid her arms, neck, chest, and throat.

How many times had Galinda fantasized about placing hickies in those places? In leaving impressions of herself on Elphaba’s sensitive skin? Now she’d missed her chance.

Galinda wasn’t surprised when Elphaba also reached for her books. But she was surprised by what Elphaba said next:

“I’m happy for you, Galinda.”

Then she left the room.

 . . . . .

Galinda wasn’t sure if she liked sex with Fiyero. He was of decent size and stamina, but she couldn’t feel him in the same way she had with Elphaba. She didn't feel him much at all, to be honest. Inside her or out. There was too little warmth, passion, or even anticipation.  

Galinda wasn’t entirely sure they were compatible.

Fiyero liked a lot of kissing and Galinda still…didn’t.

Well, only those few times with Elphaba.

Fiyero liked hugging and holding hands. He liked foreplay and pillow talk. Galinda found it all quite boring.

There was only so much she could hear about fencing and dancing before she wanted to tear her hair out. And only so much tongue-kissing she could tolerate before her pussy grew impatient.

Fiyero wasn’t a bad lover, but Galinda had experienced exceptional. She’d had the best of both worlds—dick and discourse, slow-kissing and fast-pounding.

She’d had someone who, inconceivably, had made her feel both whole and melty. As if Galinda could fall apart or come together and both outcomes would be appropriate.

With Fiyero it just felt like a slow unraveling. Like being unstitched so gradually that you didn’t realize how much that unstitching hurt.

There was something wrong with this equation as Galinda, once again, rationalized it all with math.

Some formula of desire she was blundering that made

Elphaba dick > Fiyero dick

And not just dick but also Elphaba’s conversation.

Elphaba’s smile and bright eyes, her delightful hair.

The way Elphaba’s lips would purse when she was highly focused or approaching a correct answer.

The way she’d fidget before public speaking even though she was an extraordinary orator.

If Galinda checked her homework (and that was one of Elphaba’s most constant refrains:

Galinda, check your work and make sure it’s right before moving on to the next):

The solution might not be

Elphaba dick > Fiyero dick

but rather

Elphaba > Fiyero

Sum.

Total.

And Galinda had not learned a single thing from Elphaba’s patient tutoring. She hadn’t checked before moving on. Hadn’t determined whether she had the right answer (or the right person).

All in all, Galinda had failed the most important assignment of her life.

Fiyero snored beside her.

Galinda didn’t like sharing a bed with the people she slept with (she hadn’t minded at all those few times with Elphaba), but Galinda was in Fiyero’s dorm tonight and not too enthused about returning to her own room.

Elphaba was there and she would know that Galinda and Fiyero had fucked.

(Elphaba knew this already since Galinda and Fiyero had been dating for weeks now, but Galinda didn’t want to rub it in).

There was also the uncomfortable fact that Fiyero had come in Galinda tonight. He knew Galinda’s rule—don’t come inside—but hadn’t been able to restrain himself.

Galinda was sticky with him now from both his sweat and cum, and she didn’t want to carry those elements of him back to her and Elphaba’s room. It seemed wrong somehow. Improper. Treacherous. Unfaithful.

Ugh, there were too many words to think about. Somehow this clusterfuck involved both math and language arts.

Galinda crept from Fiyero’s bed.

In Fiyero’s tiny bathroom, she took the quickest shower of her life. Tried to wash him down the drain. Tried to feel good inside.

She left his room without waking him to say goodbye.

What was the point? This was fucking, nothing more, something less.

. . . .

She should have known Elphaba would be awake when she tiptoed through the door. The green woman loved her late-night reading; that bedroom lamp was back in rotation.

Now that they’d ceased all sexual contact, Elphaba’s grades had rebounded. The green woman spent considerable time outside their room focused on extra credit and special projects.

Galinda missed Elphaba but couldn’t say it since she was the one who’d ended things.

Elphaba didn’t seem to miss Galinda at all. She barely looked in Galinda’s direction these days, let alone initiated conversation.

They were back to where they’d started.

Sharing space. Standing side-by-side at the bathroom vanity without ever meeting eyes. Reaching for combs and toiletries. Never speaking, never touching.

Galinda spoke tonight.

Let it be known that Galinda Upland knew that she was brazen. Knew that she lacked couth even though she’d enjoyed the most premiere of upbringings.

When Galinda had things on her mind, she tended to say them, setting or audience be damned. Consequences too.

That’s how she and Elphaba ended up in this imbroglio in the first place. With Galinda’s inopportune and inappropriate:

Elphaba, show me your dick.

So, once again, in their shared bathroom, Galinda spoke her truth aloud:

“Fiyero came inside me tonight and it was gross.”

Now, in Galinda’s defense, the blonde had intended for this statement to be the prelude to some of her more advanced discoveries. Like her realization that she’d gotten her romantical scoring wrong and

Elphaba > Fiyero

Maybe even

Galinda ❤️ Elphaba  

But Elphaba was so taken aback by the sudden declaration that she didn’t let Galinda finish her statement.

The green woman flinched and seemed to crumble. Her own sort of unraveling happening in real time. Elphaba stumbled backwards and balanced on the lip of the tub. Her braided head dropped into her hands.

“Please stop talking, Galinda. I can’t bear it, I swear. I know you’re happy with Fiyero but that doesn’t mean I need to hear the details of your sex life. You have friends for that.”

But that was just it. Galinda wasn’t happy with Fiyero.

“Elphaba—”

“No!” The green woman shot to her feet. “You told me once that I’d never find someone better than you. Which was sound advice since, in all likelihood, I’ll never find anyone at all—”

When Elphaba’s eyes watered at the admission, Galinda’s did too.

“Good for you that you’ve found your upgrade in Prince Fiyero, but if you cared even one iota for me, Galinda, please never mention Fiyero to me again.”

Elphaba raced from the bathroom.

Galinda moved to follow because Elphaba had it so very wrong.

Fiyero wasn’t an upgrade but a downgrade. Elphaba was the perfect one. The best Galinda could ever ask for.

But when Galinda hastened after Elphaba to elaborate upon this fact, she found that Elphaba had left their dorm room altogether. Not even bothering to take her coat this time, her bookbag, or close the door.

The room felt empty without her. Galinda felt empty too.

I’ll explain it to her when she gets back. Be open and honest this time. We can begin anew.

But Elphaba didn’t come back that night or even the next morning.

When Elphaba returned that second night it was only to collect her belongings.

“I’m moving out,” she said tersely.

This time she closed the door behind her.

. . . . .

Galinda was outside Elphaba’s third period class again. This time not demanding sex but answers.

Why did Elphaba move out and why didn’t she give Galinda more notice? Why wouldn’t she give Galinda a second chance? Why wouldn’t she leave this stupid class?!!!!!

Galinda had been gesturing for at least 15 minutes to no avail, and the blonde was seriously considering making a sign:

ELPHABA TALK TO ME OR ELSE!!

“Ms. Upland, please leave.”

The instructor had appeared at the door not Elphaba.

The green woman bent studiously over her assignment, not even glancing up to catch Galinda’s abject mortification at being caught by the professor and pityingly escorted away.

. . . . .

Galinda couldn’t locate at Elphaba at lunch either. Usually, the green woman skipped mealtimes, preferring to hole up in the library or have independent study with Madam Morrible.

Galinda knocked on Morrible’s office door with a smile and plate of treats only to be promptly expelled by the sorceress.

“Ms. Thropp isn’t here, Ms. Upland. Take your cookies and leave.”

. . . . .

Nessa Rose was no help. The brunette had been sworn to sisterly silence. She accepted Galinda’s cookies before shooing her away and offering the blonde one piece of advice:

“You should consider visiting the infirmary, Galinda. You look haggard.”

 . . . . .

Elphaba wasn’t in the library.

Galinda lingered near the microfiche machine, remembering their passionate fucking. Elphaba’s soft kiss against her back.

Galinda fled the quiet building.

. . . . .

This was getting embarrassifying for Galinda. She’d skipped all her morning and afternoon classes trying to catch up with Elphaba and had finally tracked the green woman to her fifth period gym class. Elphaba was in the midst of sparring practice and twirling a training staff. ShenShen hadn’t been lying about those gym shorts. Elphaba’s print was quite…imprinted. The green woman’s bulge swung whenever she thrusted or parried her staff. ShenShen wasn’t the only student who openly ogled. There were several others staring too, including a dark-eyed junior who kept complimenting Elphaba’s form.

Galinda interrupted the class.

She marched right onto the training field which was not only unruly but hazardous to her safety. Galinda had to dodge staffs and dueling students, but the blonde honestly didn’t give a fuck. It had been hours since she’d last seen Elphaba which constituted a major emergency.

The blonde strode directly to the green woman in question and positioned her body between Elphaba and the leering junior.

“Elphaba, I need to speak to you,” Galinda said as casually as she could manage.

“Glin, you’re ruining your heels in this turf,” ShenShen pointed out unhelpfully, but Galinda ignored her friend.

“Galinda, stop showing up to my classes,” Elphaba said in a forced whisper. “Don’t you have better places to be?”

Better people to fuck? she didn’t have to say since both of them knew it was implied.  

“Where did you move?”

Why did you move? was what Galinda really wanted to know. Why did you move and when will you be back? But they could start here at least. Galinda didn’t care if they had an audience. They’d have this discussion publicly if Elphaba wouldn’t agree to one-on-one conversation.

“What does it matter?”

“You left a head scarf, and I wish to return it,” Galinda lied.

“Keep it,” Elphaba responded coldly. Already preparing to walk away. “Better yet, throw it in the garbage.”

When Elphaba moved to join her sparring partner, Galinda grabbed her hand.

“Please tell me, Elphaba. I’ll get you a housewarming gift.”

“No, thanks.”

Elphaba shrugged Galinda off.

The blonde woman frowned even as her eyes visibly moistened.

“You left hair products too.” This was the truth. “I know you need them for your braids.”

Anything to get Elphaba to come back to Galinda their room.

“Toss those too. I don’t want anything remaining there.”

Including you.

More insinuation.

Galinda took a deep breath.

It took every shred of social self-preservation that the blonde possessed to not throw herself at Elphaba; to not kiss her in public and beg her forgiveness.

I’m so sorry Elphaba, she wanted to say but didn’t.

Galinda had embarrassed herself enough for the day—skipping classes and practically stalking the green woman—when it was clear that Elphaba didn’t want anything to do with her anymore.

When Elphaba turned to leave this time around, Galinda let her go.

. . . . .

Galinda stopped trying after that.

. . . . .

Galinda and Fiyero continued to date fuck ---

To be honest, Galinda didn’t know what she and Fiyero were doing. They spent time together: drinking, dancing, posing for a crowd. But the pair didn’t fuck any more or even kiss. Fiyero had tried just the one time to land a kiss on Galinda’s lips, and the blonde had immediately started bawling. She wasn’t sure why exactly, but she’d been unable to stop. She’d cried so long and uninterruptedly that, similar to Nessa Rose, Fiyero had suggested that Galinda see the school nurse.

Galinda didn’t need professional diagnosis. She knew what her problem was: Elphaba had moved out and moved on. There were even rumors that Elphaba had begun dating an upperclassman. That dark-eyed junior from sparring class. Ginny or something or other.

(Her name was Genevieve Anne Escuelas of Quadling County. She majored in Physics with a minor in Classical Literature. Genevieve was bilingual, left-handed, and tutored orphans on the weekends. When she felt so led, Galinda could be quite the meticulous researcher).

Genevieve and Elphaba seemed fated for each other. Overachieving brainiacs with hearts of gold.

Galinda wanted to vomit.  

. . . . .

Galinda didn’t know what to do with Elphaba’s bed and left behind sheets. They mocked her in their emptiness. In their Elphaba-lessness.

Some nights, if she’d cried her own bed too damp, Galinda would sleep on Elphaba’s twin-sized cot and recall their passionate nights together. Elphaba holding her, kissing her, touching her softly.

They hadn’t had nearly enough of those moments.

She and Elphaba had also never successfully transitioned from fucking to making love.

Galinda was sure that this was where she and Elphaba had been inching. Not even inching since what they’d had had been immediate, instinctual, inexorable.

Present during that very first moment when Galinda saw Elphaba bare for the first time. When she’d first taken Elphaba into her body and felt the green woman deep, beyond, inside.

Galinda had cautioned Elphaba on the regular: “I’d prefer you not come inside me.”

But Galinda hadn’t counted on all the other ways it was possible for Elphaba to mark and fill her.

Elphaba was inside Galinda even now. Her scent, her touch, her non-dick-related imprint.

Galinda felt Elphaba even in the green woman’s acute absence.

The blonde gripped Elphaba’s pillow and cried herself to sleep.

. . . . .

The next morning, she was more herself.

Galinda changed her sheets, took a shower, (did her best to ignore Elphaba’s left behind retwisting comb and bottle of jojoba oil), cleaned her face, and brewed a tea.

She kept her lunch date meeting with Fiyero in the village square. She ordered carb-heavy dishes and pungent alcohol. She laughed when it seemed appropriate. She tossed tossed her hair.

Fiyero filled her in on the latest school gossip. One stunning update in particular that involved Elphaba. When Fiyero told her, Galinda clenched her jaw and remained silent. Galinda was over Elphaba Thropp and cared not one bit about this unexpected news.

The blonde ordered another round of alcohol and made it a double. She agreed to join Fiyero at an afterhours party at the Ozdust ballroom. Maybe she’d meet someone there. Maybe she’d have sex for the first time in forever.

The blonde had just taken her first sip of her refreshed drink when she spied a flash of green through the diner window. Galinda nearly knocked over her glass as she scrambled from the table and raced for the exit, leaving a bewildered Fiyero behind.

It took two clock ticks for Galinda to catch up with Elphaba. The blonde didn’t even bother with a greeting; she simply pulled Elphaba’s cloak.

“Is it true that you’re transferring to Emerald City Tech?” she asked once the green woman had spun around.

“Hi Galinda,” Elphaba responded dryly.

Galinda bared her teeth.

“Don’t hi me, Elphaba Thropp. Answer the question. Is it true that you’re leaving Shiz?”

Elphaba sighed, suddenly exhausted. “Word gets around fast. But, yes, it’s true.”

Galinda’s heart shattered. “And you weren’t going to tell me?”

“Why would I, Galinda? We’re not friends.”

“Stop saying that! We both know it isn’t true. We were friends. We were lovers. We were roommates. We were—”

Some clawing, desperate thing.

Galinda didn’t have a name for it exactly, but she had felt that thing to her core. She had known it even if her and Elphaba’s status was ill-defined. She and Elphaba had been something to each other that was important and life-changing. That was life-ruining if Elphaba was, in fact, leaving Shiz.

Galinda struggled to keep her composure, to find something to say next. Embarrassingly, the blonde found herself seconds away from crying openly on the street.

“I can’t believe you don’t miss me at all, Elphaba, when all I do is miss you.”

A whispered confession.

And there were the tears, right on schedule. Galinda could feel them staining her cheeks.

But even in her sadness, the blonde couldn’t help but be extremely pissed off. She’d granted Elphaba access to her body, her dorm room, and her heart. And Elphaba had left so abruptly.

Galinda fixed heated eyes on the green woman:

“Sod you, Elphaba Thropp! You and your perfect dick. When you moved out of our dorm room, I searched all over Shiz for you, but I won’t chase you to another county.”

Deep down, Galinda knew she would.

She’d jump on a train to follow Elphaba, if only Elphaba would ask.

“I never asked you to chase me,” Elphaba responded quietly.

Oh well, never mind then.

Still, Elphaba didn’t look particularly triumphant or even vindictive. The green woman appeared forlorn herself, even if a bit annoyed.  

It required an inner reserve of strength, but Galinda maintained her and Elphaba’s eye contact. It had been days since the pair had last spoken (twenty-one days to be exact), and Elphaba looked just as displeased with Galinda as she’d been that day on the training field.

“You must really hate me,” Galinda told Elphaba sadly.

“Not even close.”

They stared at each other.

Galinda waited for elaboration, but Elphaba offered none.

“Then why won’t you talk to me or let me explain?” Galinda pressed.

“Let you explain how you prefer Fiyero to me? I might be a fool, Galinda, but I’m no masochist.”

“I never said that I prefer Fiyero to you.”

“No, you only dumped me for him. Then volunteered the information that you let him come inside you.”

Both women looked disgusted.

“And I said it was gross!” Galinda reminded.

The blonde resisted the urge to stamp her foot. “If you’d let me complete my thought that night, I was going to say that I would have rather had your cum, Elphaba. Your dick, your body, your everything. I made a mistake when I chose Fiyero, and I’m so sorry, Elphaba. I really am.”  

Galinda’s eyes shone in her sincerity, but Elphaba remained unmoved. A muscle ticked in the green woman’s jaw, but that was all that she revealed. When Elphaba finally broke their staring contest, her eyes found the most unfortunate, if appropriate, object of study—Fiyero standing in the café doorway, waiting for Galinda.

Elphaba could only laugh in disbelief. “I have to go. Please don’t follow me, Galinda.”

It had become their pattern: Elphaba leaving and Galinda giving chase. But this time, Elphaba planned to leave for good. Galinda couldn’t allow it. The blonde stepped in front of Elphaba, interrupting her exit.

“Is Genevieve transferring to Em Tech too? Do the two of you plan to share an apartment?”

Will you eventually marry her? Will she have your children?

Galinda’s thoughts were swirling and spiraling, and the blonde felt on the brink of panic.

“That’s none of your business,” Elphaba deflected.

As if that had ever stopped Galinda where Elphaba was concerned.

“It is my business. Are you fucking her?” Galinda asked with no shame. “Does she let you come inside her? Is her pussy better than mine?”

Every question brought Galinda closer to Elphaba. Her eyes narrowed and shining.

The green woman looked away. “I really wish you’d stop speaking about yourself in that manner. I’ve told you before…You weren’t just a vagina to me, Galinda. Or something I could rate—”

“What was I then?”

Elphaba’s eyes snapped back to Galinda’s, suddenly heated. “More than what I was to you apparently. I was just your in-house dick until pretty boy came along. Your hung placeholder until you could find a prince.”

Galinda’s face fell. That wasn’t altogether untrue, but Elphaba had some of the details wrong.  

“You were my dick, Elphaba, I can’t deny that. I’m not as politically savvy as you, so I don’t know how to phrase that more dignifyingly. But it made me feel…something…knowing that you were mine in that way. That I could have you whenever and however I wanted and that you could have me the same.”

Elphaba stared at Galinda contemplatively as if digesting her words and determining what to say. She seemed to reach some conclusion and eventually offered: “The word you’re looking for Galinda, is claimed. You had claim of me.”

Galinda’s breath left her in a noisy stutter. “Yes. That.”

That gnawing, desperate thing that left Galinda continuously wet and wanting. That made her want to sink teeth into Elphaba; to fuck, come, combine.

“You’ve always been good at filling my blanks, Elphaba,” Galinda told her earnestly.

Good at filling Galinda period. Some vacancies Galinda hadn’t even realized she had until Elphaba satisfied them.

“Now you have someone else to fill your blanks,” Elphaba rebutted.

Galinda frowned. “But I don’t want him.”

“Galinda, he’s literally right there.”

The oblivious prince actually waved.

Elphaba shook her head frustratedly. “Galinda, please let this be our final conversation. I’m not even mad anymore.” It was a lie. “I’m grateful for the time that we did have. You taught me new things about myself. If nothing else, I can always appreciate a good lesson.”

Even when those lessons hurt.

Galinda bit anxiously into her bottom lip. If this was to be their final conversation, she might as well say it. A spontaneous truth:

“Elphaba, I love you. I know I didn’t do a good job of showing you. You have no idea how sorry I am about that fact. But you taught me new things about myself, too, that I’m still figuring out. The most important lessons of my life—"

Loving and being loved. Feeling beyond sex and desire. Wanting someone to stay.

Unfortunately, Galinda had learned these lessons far too late.

Elphaba did not receive the admission well. The green woman’s eyes widened and her mouth twisted with pain. “Don’t say that to me, Galinda! You couldn’t possibly love me with the way you’ve treated me. You dumped me without warning then started dating Fiyero that same day! It was so easy for you to put me aside. Then you had the audacity to ask that we remain friends. So sod you, Galinda Upland!”

It was Elphaba, now, who was crying openly on the street.

Galinda tried to reach for her.

“Don’t touch me!” Elphaba insisted, throwing up her hands and shrinking back. She wiped desperately at her eyes. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

“I’m so sorry Elphaba.”

Galinda’s own hands fluttered uselessly at her sides. Wanting to hold and comfort Elphaba, to cling and never relinquish again.

“Just let this be over, okay?” Elphaba managed around her sniffles. “Forget about me, and I’ll forget about you. It was just meaningless sex anyway.”

“We both know it wasn’t. You already admitted what it was, Elphaba. Claimed.” Galinda’s brown eyes gleamed with unfiltered want. “I’m still yours. Are you still mine?”

Elphaba scoffed. “You can’t really expect me to answer that question with your boyfriend standing there like a background prop.”  

Galinda had forgotten all about Fiyero.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Still, give me a second.” She fixed Elphaba with an imploring look. “Don’t leave just yet, Elphaba, please....”

The blonde marched over to Fiyero, dabbing her eyes along the way.

The prince opened his mouth, preparing to speak, but Galinda cut him off.

“Fiyero, we're finished. Pay the bill.”

Then she walked back to Elphaba.

The green woman had remained where Galinda left her, tearstained and deflated, holding herself with her own arms.

“I dumped Fiyero,” Galinda reported.

“So? That changes nothing between us, Galinda. You’ve already hurt me. Leaving Fiyero doesn’t make me un-hurt.”

“But can’t I have a chance to do something about the hurt? To treat you better this time around? To have a serious relationship? I want to love you, Elphaba, fully and openly. I’m not good at traditional dating, but I’ll try. With you."

Galinda knew she had to get this next part right and she took a deep breath.

"I think I was frightened by how much I wanted you, Elphaba. With how strongly you made me feel. Instead of admitting that to myself and you, I did the most foolish thing ever. I dated someone I didn’t even like and broke up with someone I genuinely loved—”

Tears had filled both their eyes; Elphaba’s green and pooling. Galinda’s wide and wet.

“I’m not sure it’s enough,” Elphaba told her sadly.

“But can it be a start?”

Elphaba looked away and seemed to consider. When she finally gave a response, she did not meet Galinda’s eyes.

“I don’t know how this would work when it’s hard to be around you. It still hurts too much. That’s why I wanted to move.”

“I understand.” Even though it killed Galinda inside. “I’m so sorry, Elphaba.”

Galinda’s dozenth time saying it at this point, but she’d repeat it as often as Elphaba needed to hear it.

“I can’t move back into our dorm room either.”

“I know. That’s okay.” Although Galinda desired it with every fiber of her being. She wanted to fall asleep and wake up with Elphaba right beside her. “Just don’t leave Shiz, Elphaba. Please?”

Beseeching.

Elphaba took a moment before nodding.

“I have somewhere I need to be right now though,” the green woman noted before stepping backwards.

Right. Galinda had accosted Elphaba on the street and probably made Elphaba late for a date meeting.

“Someone waiting for you?” Galinda asked pryingly, already suspecting a certain dark-eyed junior.

“Something like that. Bye, Galinda.”

Then she rushed away.

. . . . .

Elphaba did not leave Shiz University, thank Oz. In the following weeks, Galinda would often see the green woman in the hallways or in their shared sixth period class. Elphaba sat on the front row like the good little nerd she was, Galinda behind her and to her left, barely paying attention in class. Galinda would watch Elphaba take lines and lines of detailed notes, observe her lithe green fingers, and remember how they pistoned inside her. Remember how Elphaba once used her thumb to swipe a line across Galinda’s lip.

Galinda hungered.

. . . . . .

They were…cordial.

Galinda would say hello when they passed each other between classes. Elphaba would wave or give a muted smile. It was an improvement from Elphaba outright avoiding her, but Galinda wanted more.

Galinda specifically wanted Elphaba to fuck her hard while staring into her eyes.

She also wanted Elphaba to say “I love you” back.

Elphaba needed time and Galinda promised to give it to her.

But Galinda Upland wasn’t a patient woman. She also wasn’t not jealous.

The dark-eyed junior, Genevieve, would push Galinda to her limit.

. . . . .

Galinda decided to surprise Elphaba with snacks in the library and (hopefully) speed up their reconciliation. Nothing too scandalous or untoward. This plan was solely about nutrition! The green woman missed far too many lunches studying nonstop in that dreary place. Galinda put together the adorablest picnic basket of dried figs and salted cashews, rosemary crackers and fresh peaches, and that woodsy herbal tea Elphaba adored. She traipsed her way to Elphaba’s favorite corner of the library expecting a gap-toothed smile and warm(ish) welcome and possibly lingering, thank you hug.

What she found instead in that balcony alcove was Elphaba cozied up with Genevieve, reading from the same textbook. The junior’s arm was flung around the back of Elphaba’s chair and dangerously close to Elphaba’s waist.

The scene, to Galinda, looked far too intimate for innocent scholarly inquiry. Did Elphaba intend to fuck Genevieve right on this study table? How indecent! Galinda briefly recalled being marvelously fucked by Elphaba on a table similar to this one, but she shooed that thought away promptly (For the time being. Galinda would store that imagery for later tonight when she touched herself in the privacy of her own room).

Galinda made sure her heels announced her as she approached the studious pair. And, look, even their legs were touching beneath the study table! Genevieve’s bare thigh pressed noticeably against Elphaba’s trouser leg.

Galinda frowned.

It was Elphaba who looked up first, her eyes widening when she saw Galinda approach. Genevieve noticed a second later and seemed not the least bit disturbed by Galinda’s sudden appearance. If anything, Galinda could swear the junior moved even closer to Elphaba; the arm on the chair coming down to rest loosely against Elphaba’s back.  

Galinda’s lips curled. “I knew I’d find you here, Elphie!” she said with false cheer.

Creating a nickname on the spot to substitute for how she really wanted to greet Elphaba:

My love, my baby, my sweetheart. Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine!

The green woman seemed confused by both the nickname and Galinda’s presence.

“Galinda, what are you doing here?”

“Delivering food to my dearest friend, of course. I didn’t see you during lunch and grew worried about your nutritional needs.” Her eyes slid to Genevieve. “I only bought enough food for two, I’m afraid. So sorry.”

She didn’t look sorry at all.

“That’s okay,” Genevieve responded with an equally insincere smile. “I’ve been making sure that Elphaba eats plenty.”

She said it suggestively, and Galinda had to refrain from throwing the picnic basket at Genevieve’s face.

“So sorry you made the trip for nothing, Galinda,” Genevieve said sweetly.

It was an opening for the blonde to excuse herself from their study session. An opening that the blonde flat out ignored. Galinda pulled a chair out, sat, and began unpacking lunch.

“I’m afraid the tea isn’t warm anymore, Elphie, my sweet—”

Once again, Elphaba blinked confusedly at the term of endearment and contraction of her name.

Galinda continued: “But the figs are the tastiest, most expensive from the village delicatessen. I also got fresh fruit for you, since I remember how much you enjoyed eating my peaches.”

Genevieve wasn’t the only one who could make pussy innuendos. Galinda pressed a fresh peach into Elphaba’s hands and batted her eyes innocently.

“Sweet and juicy just like you like it.”

Genevieve sneered at Galinda. Elphaba goggled, taken aback.  

“Thanks, Galinda…” the green woman stammered. “We could use a break after so much study…”

Elphaba shot a friendly glance at Genevieve, but the junior rose to her feet.

“Actually Elphaba, I’d rather take my break in my dorm room. I like meat with my meals and to eat that meat in private.”

Oh, this bitch wanted to innuendo Elphaba’s dick too?! Galinda readied herself for basket throwing but lost all steam when Genevieve bent down to press a lingering kiss to Elphaba’s cheek.

“Find me in my room later,” Genevieve told Elphaba. “I’ll have hot tea waiting for you, and we can finish what we started.”

Genevieve cut her eyes at Galinda before striding away.

The moment the other woman was out of earshot, Galinda dropped the pretense.

“If you’re going to fuck her in the library, at least find some place more discrete,” she accused.

“Like next to the microfiche machine?” Elphaba asked sarcastically.

The comment sent Galinda from pissed to really pissed. “Oh, have you fucked her there already?!”

The fucking nerve! The fucking…plagiarism!

Elphaba rolled her eyes while Galinda seethed. “Relax. Genevieve and I haven’t even had sex.”

“She just implied that you eat her out regularly!”

“Eat her food. She bakes.”

“Hmmmph!”

Galinda wasn’t sure she believed it. She’d seen the way Genevieve openly stared at Elphaba’s print.

“Has she seen your dick?” Galinda asked tactlessly.

Elphaba blushed. “Geesh Galinda, stop speaking so loudly. Besides, that’s none of your business!”

How many times did Galinda have to remind Elphaba that everything Elphaba-related was her business? Galinda herself stared down at Elphaba’s crotch:

“And, to think, I haven’t seen your dick in weeks.”

Galinda said this like it was a tragedy. Like it was a crime requiring immediate investigation.

“If Genevieve sees your dick, she’ll want to suck you off. Or ask you fuck her repeatedly. So it’s best to keep it zipped up.”

This Galinda said offhandedly as if she were delivering practical advice.

“You’re ridiculous, Galinda,” Elphaba said, genuinely baffled. Still, the green woman reached for a handful of cashews and took small, delicate bites. “You got to have sex with Fiyero for weeks and do Oz knows what to and with his body but now warn me against even showing my dick to Genevieve. Not that I would...I just feel the need to point out the double standard.”

Being sexually desired by three people now hadn’t made Elphaba all that much more confident in her body or desirability. Especially not when the first person to show real interest in her unique body had discarded her so casually. Even the thought of it made Elphaba sad. The green woman stared morosely out the library window.

Galinda watched Elphaba watching the sky. The green woman was so pretty silhouetted in dappled sunlight, mouth moving slowly as she swallowed remaining cashews. Galinda missed her terribly.

She missed being inside Elphaba’s mouth. Missed being chewed and swallowed so carefully. What a curious, crackling thought to have in a library alcove. Galinda could feel herself grow wet.

“So the two of you aren’t fucking?” she asked single-mindedly.

Elphaba would not look at her. “Genevieve and I are just friends, Galinda. Don’t believe the rumors.”

“Elphaba, that woman wants you.”

Most likely in a prone position. Galinda wanted Elphaba like that too. All positions actually.

Galinda was done for when Elphaba finished her handful of cashews and moved on to the peach still clutched in her left hand. The green woman bit into the fruit indelicately, sending juice spurting from its insides and painting her chin in rivulets of wet.

Galinda audibly groaned. “Your mouth, Elphaba. Fuck.”

Elphaba wasn’t even trying to be sexy which only made things worse. She looked at Galinda shamefacedly. "Did you bring napkins? I didn’t mean to make a mess…”

“I’ll clean it for you, don’t worry.”

Galinda launched herself across the table and seized Elphaba’s lips in a kiss.

. . . . .

Elphaba fucked her on the table.

It was in public, it was improper, and it was absolutely perfect.

Any moment, someone could turn the corner and find them like this. But Galinda honestly didn’t care when Elphaba was hitting her spot like that.

Galinda pulled Elphaba down against her, needing the heat and pressure, the body contact.

“Don’t stop fucking me, Elphaba, please…”

A request of a woman who never failed to follow instructions. Elphaba maintained her forceful thrusts, her innate mnemonic timing.

Galinda moaned and bit into Elphaba’s neck, shoulder, upper chest—any spot she could reach. Leaving grooves behind and traces of saliva; she wanted to mark Elphaba as hers. Let Genevieve—let everyone—see.

Elphaba bit Galinda back, more deliberate with her marking. She left a single blemish beneath Galinda’s left ear and continued to mouth and lave it as if willing it to stick. Galinda trembled from the pleasure.

“You feel so good inside me,” she whimpered.

Elphaba hadn’t even bothered removing Galinda’s panties. When Galinda crawled onto the table and kissed her out of the blue, Elphaba returned the kiss willingly, hurriedly swept away snacks and books, pressed Galinda down flat on her back, then pulled her panties to the side.

She released her dick from her pants.

Galinda took over from there. Grabbing Elphaba’s dick like it was hers (because it was) and sliding it across her clit and through her wetness again and again.

“You have no idea how much I missed this,” Galinda gasped against Elphaba’s lips.

But Elphaba did know, because she had missed it too. She held still as Galinda positioned her dick against her opening.

“I want you to come inside me this time. But you can’t come inside me then leave,” Galinda stipulated.

Elphaba stared down at the blonde, her green eyes unguarded for the first time in ages. “Galinda, I’ve never wanted to leave you. It was the furthest thing from my mind.”

She’d only left because Galinda left first.

Elphaba passed a thumb across Galinda’s lips, soft and reverent. The blonde nearly wept from the simplicity and wish fulfilment.

“Fuck me, Elphaba.”

And Elphaba did.

Slipping inside and finding that sweet spot immediately. Galinda gripped Elphaba with both her hands and internal muscles.

“You can’t fuck anyone else like this,” she demanded of Elphaba as her breath hitched.

“I don’t want to.”

Galinda’s legs tightened around Elphaba’s waist.

“You’ll break up with Genevieve?”

Asking even as Elphaba’s dick moved inside her; as her pink heels fell off from the incessant toe-curling; as Elphaba stared down at her oh so tenderly.  

Elphaba kissed Galinda to silence her. “Genevieve and I aren’t together, Galinda. Still, I’ll talk to her…”

Elphaba groaned helplessly when Galinda clenched around her. “You’re going to make me come.”

“That’s the point,” Galinda panted. The blonde clenched again and even more wetness met Elphaba’s dick. The green woman trembled, barely holding herself up. “You should warn Genevieve that you have a girlfriend with advanced witching skills.”

That heterosexuality spell might have had some impact on ShenShen after all. TBD.

“Galinda, baby, I’m about to come.”

The gasped baby sent Galinda over the edge immediately.

“Don’t pull out,” she commanded as her own body shook against the table. Galinda saw lights behind her eyes then blinked her eyes rapidly to clear them because she wanted to see Elphaba's face when she came inside her. 

At the first spurt of Elphaba’s cum—filling and warming her, commingling with her own sticky wet—Galinda came again.

“I love you so much, Elphaba!”

Her mouth, her heart, her pussy was full of it—the way she felt about Elphaba and craved her; the way she wanted to hold her and keep her and do this every day.

Elphaba nuzzled into Galinda’s neck, sweaty and overtired.

“I love you, too,” Galinda finally heard.

The blonde had never felt so good in her life.

. . . . .

Elphaba moved back into their dorm room. She had to, really, since—upon tidying themselves and the study table—Galinda accompanied Elphaba back to the green woman’s new living space (and no wonder Galinda had never found it! Morrible had pulled strings and got her favorite pupil a private suite in the adjunct faculty building) and began packing Elphaba’s things.

“I miss our nightly rituals. Plus, we have to make up for lost time,” Galinda explained conversationally as she sorted socks and folded clothes.

And Elphaba didn’t complain since she’d missed Galinda too.

They carried Elphaba’s two small boxes and backpack to their old dorm. And Galinda would never admit this to anyone other than Elphaba, but the blonde could feel Elphaba’s cum inside her as they walked across campus. Some of the cum had stuck to Galinda’s labial folds and the blonde couldn’t wait to get back to her full-length mirror to study the cum’s configuration against her still flushed skin. Galinda wondered what else of Elphaba’s she could carry inside her. Would Elphaba let Galinda spit into her mouth and kiss it back it out?

Galinda had never had such crude thoughts before and briefly wondered if something was wrong with her. Some door or compartment broken inside of her that was spilling out unseemly contents.

But when Elphaba smiled at her and linked their hands as they walked the final few steps to their room, all those self-doubts vanished.

Elphaba was hers again and they would figure things out. The nice and the nasty, the in-between.

She’s mine and I’m hers for as long as she’ll have me.

Galinda hoped Elphaba would have her for the rest of their lives.

(Maybe also have her tonight in their standup shower, hitting her from the back).

“Elphaba, it’s mandatory that we have two more rounds of makeup sex,” Galinda suggested seriously.

Elphaba agreed with this proposition, so they did.

. . . . .

The next day, Elphaba “broke up” with Genevieve.

Galinda rewarded Elphaba’s loyalty with a blowjob in the supply closet.

“It still reeks of bleach in here,” Elphaba complained before Galinda yanked down her pants.

Elphaba stopped speaking after that (intelligibly at least) and Galinda ruined a fancy dress from kneeling on the dirty floor. But it was worth it when Elphaba came so spectacularly that she bit into her tongue and made herself bleed.

Galinda did her best to kiss it better.

(It was in this moment that Galinda discovered that Elphaba would let her spit into her mouth. It was a sinfully delicious finding and Elphaba grew hard again).

. . . . .

Days following the supply closet incident, Galinda had another wish fulfilled as she successfully sat and came on Elphaba’s face in the biography section of the library.

This was their third time having sex in the library and this time they were caught. By the head librarian herself who went to investigate garbled screams. To her horror, Ms. Weaver found a blonde student who never ever patronized the library straddling the face of Shiz’s most decorated student.

“Elphaba, are you being assaulted?” Ms. Weaver had inquired worriedly. 

Thank goodness for bad lighting, low prescription eyeglasses, Elphaba’s pristine reputation, and Galinda’s lying skills. The two students scrambled to their feet and were able to convince the matronly librarian that Galinda had tripped and landed on Elphaba’s face

Thank goodness, too, that Galinda hadn’t removed her clothes and had instead rode herself to completion with her skirt covering Elphaba’s face. Gifted liar or not, Galinda wasn’t sure Ms. Weaver would have believed their story had Galinda been bare ass and rutting against Elphaba’s chin. (But, oooh, what a visual. Maybe she and Elphaba could attempt this naked version on a night the library was deserted?).

. . . . . .

Galinda continued to let Elphaba come inside her which would become an issue some time later.

. . . . . .

For now, she loved it, the way Elphaba’s hot cum would fill her to overflowing. The way Elphaba would pull out completely and rest her dick on Galinda’s stomach before rubbing the still-hard shaft across Galinda’s clit. Only when Galinda was damn near begging for release would Elphaba sink back inside her and resume her measured pace. Elphaba would fuck into her own cum, making wet, lewd noises. Galinda loved how messy it was. It felt so, so good to Galinda and Elphaba both.

. . . . . 

Galinda wondered if she was addicted to Elphaba.

Whenever the green woman pulled back even an inch, Galinda felt the loss of her and took that inch back.

(Galinda could make a joke about her ability to take not just one but nine inches comfortably. But she was sleepy after being fucked so well. And they had classes tomorrow that Elphaba insisted they attend, so this time was better spent on sleep than wisecracks).

. . . . .

Galinda did skip one class (Elphaba would undoubtedly scold Galinda later once she found out), but Galinda had the urge to go into town and buy inconsequential items. Like more dried figs and peach-blossom tea. And, oh yeah, an engagement ring. Because why not?

Galinda was rich, she was in love, and she was the teensiest territorial.

Engagements rings communicated: “She’s taken”. They also represented forever.

Galinda wholeheartedly approved of both those messages.

She bought the ring then walked next door and purchased a full set of roomy workout shorts.

No more ogling Elphaba’s dick print in gym (Galinda had forbade ShenShen directly then given a more general notice to the student population).

No more of Elphaba swinging around a sparring staff with her hands while also swinging around that staff in her pants.

If Galinda could procure a second, larger engagement ring to place around Elphaba’s dick, she would. But these shorts would do for now and make her meaning clear:

This dick is mine exclusively and forever. Eyes and hands off (mouths too, ShenShen). 

Which, granted, weren't the most romantic vows. But they were honest and they were mutual since Galinda had no plans to share her body with anyone else ever again either.

. . . . .

When they fucked these days Galinda said “I love you” at least a dozen times throughout. She couldn’t help herself. The words leapt from her, breathy ecstatic utterances.

Sometimes she said it in the aftermath, with Elphaba languid above or below her.

“I love you, Elphaba Thropp.”

Galinda never tired of saying it. She never tired of meaning it.

Elphaba didn’t tire either.

“I love you, Galinda Upland.”

. . . . . .

A year later:

“I love you, Galinda Upland-Thropp.”

“Then fuck me like you mean it. I want to be able to feel it tomorrow.”

. . . . . .

And years after that, Galinda Upland-Thropp had green babies. Twins. One infant girl with wavy blonde tresses. Another baby girl with the curliest, fluffiest afro.

Perfect pocket-sized humans who were replicas of their mothers and who uncorked even more of Galinda’s sublimated feelings.

Galinda felt rich beyond calculation.

She had a career, a devoted wife, and the most precious babies.

And when her babies fell asleep every night…

Galinda Upland-Thropp had really really good sex.

Even after all this time.

Galinda was a new mom but an old horndog, and she would squirm on her beloved’s lap until she got the desired reaction: nine swollen inches tenting tailored trousers, ready and willing to fuck Galinda into a blissed-out, babbling mess.

“Don’t forget to come inside,” Galinda requested this evening. As she straddled Elphaba in her office chair and bounced up and down frantically on that (still) perfect dick.

Elphaba’s hips responded with a tell-tale jerk; still, the green woman hesitated.

“Galinda, I don’t know…We’re both fertile. You might have triplets next.”

“Elphaba, we’re married. You swore vows. You can’t refuse me your cum. Now come inside me this instant.”

So Elphaba did.

 

Notes:

Happy Pride!

I bet someone a fancy lunch that this story would make them feel things. Was I successful?

Musical inspo for this fic:

- For Elphaba, Meshell Ndegeocello’s “Fool of Me” from which I drew the line “You so easily put me aside” (poor baby)
- For Galinda: Megan Thee Stallion's “Cocky AF” and “Pressurelicious” where Meg compares pussies to CapriSuns (quality hydration), promotes pussy reverence, and endorses spitting during sex