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Girls night at Steph’s was supposed to be low-key. With Robin and Nancy both gone for university, the three remaining girls had been spending most of their time at each other’s homes, comforting through nightmares. Even over six months later, they enjoyed the bond that bled across their different social circles.
This night started off much the same as usual, with them each claiming a corner of Steph’s bedroom. Steph and Eddie always looked much more comfortable in their skins than Chrissy felt. With the Harringtons’ strong central heating, there was no need to bundle up. Eddie clearly wasn’t feeling a chill, sprawled out over Steph’s baby blue beanbag chair. Chrissy’s eyes skimmed over Eddie’s long legs in what appeared to be men’s boxers, up over the muscle tank that she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra under. Chrissy felt her cheeks warm and turned away before her eyes could meet Eddie’s amused ones, ringed in black eyeliner and framed by her curly mullet.
Steph was no better, in a Hawkins Softball practice tee that Chrissy had a funny feeling that Eddie had been the one to chop off into a crop. Her abdominal muscles flexed where they led under the tiny athletic shorts spread wide over her crossed legs; her deep tan stood out against the white faux-fur throw carpet. (Chrissy knew that Steph was wearing a bra, as the other girl was constantly complaining about back pain and the need to increase her strength training to better support her body.)
And then there was Chrissy, feeling overdressed in a frilly white satin set, the tank top showing off much more than she was used to.
The weed helped for sure. Chrissy settled into the fluffy pillows at the head of Steph’s bed as the discussion led to sex, this time in more depth than usual. As Eddie and Steph compared notes, Chrissy sunk deeper and deeper into the bed. Steph had been in a threesome! Multiple times! And Eddie often went clubbing with a fake ID, in Indianapolis!
And then it came out that Chrissy had never had sex, never even kissed anyone other than Jason. She explained how her mom had terrified her of the idea of becoming pregnant and Jason had puffed himself up in pride at having a girlfriend who knew her value and to save herself for marriage.
“You’ve really never played truth or dare or seven minutes in heaven, or even made out for the fun of it?”
“No!” Chrissy could feel herself blushing.
“So when you started dating Jason, did you know how to kiss?”
“No, he liked the idea that no one else had touched me.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a funny look cross Steph's face before it smoothed out again.
“I can’t imagine.” Steph sounded sardonic as she lifted herself off her rear and crept closer, until she was sitting to Chrissy’s left. “Carol and I practiced kissing as soon as we got to middle school.”
Chrissy’s eyes flew open. “You kissed another girl?”
It was Eddie’s turn to move to sit at her side, this time at her right.
“Princess, it’s just a fact of life that girls are better kissers than boys. And you can’t get pregnant from it.”
“Chrissy,” Steph placed her hand on Chrissy’s arm. “Would you like to see what I'm talking about?” Her large, golden brown eyes were mesmerizing. Chrissy’s gaze dropped to Steph’s pink lips, and, without even realizing, she nodded.
Steph leaned in, lifting a hand to gently cradle Chrissy’s jaw, placing the softest of kisses upon her lips.
“Okay?” Steph had a small smile on her face.
Chrissy’s mind was abuzz as she nodded and leaned back in without thinking. Steph pressed a little harder this time, turning it into a real kiss. Eddie’s hand on her calf tightened and almost pulled. Chrissy withdrew her lips from Steph’s to turn to Eddie.
“Want to kiss your third person?” This time, Chrissy barely hummed in agreement before Eddie’s lips were crushing hers, her free arm now wrapped around Chrissy’s waist. She whimpered and Eddie took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, guiding her mouth open with her cinnamon-and-weed-flavoured tongue.
She was so swept up in it that she barely heard Steph grumble, but she broke away to turn and look questioningly at her. And Steph just leaned back in.
Chrissy almost felt like a piece of meat, being passed back and forth between the two other girls, their hands slowly creeping to touch more and more of her body. She shuddered as she felt Steph’s hand brush a nipple through her satin top, jolts of pleasure shooting straight down between her legs.
“Okay?” Steph checked in again, and that itself almost made Chrissy nod.
“Please,” she choked out, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice. Steph’s deft fingers began to play with her nipple, tweaking it into a hard point and only pausing to give her full breast a squeeze, a teasing stroke to the underside.
And at the same time, Eddie leaned down and hovered her mouth above Chrissy’s other nipple, latching on through the satin as soon as Chrissy nodded frantically.
With her pussy throbbing between her legs, the heat of the room was becoming unbearable. So when Steph began to slide the strap of her top down, Chrissy pulled back and tugged her top off completely. After only a brief pause, she reached down and began to wriggle out of her bottoms as well.
Eddie’s and Steph’s huge eyes turned to look at each other and then pounced on her, nudging her back to lay on the pillows as they ravished her mouth, her neck, her breasts.
“Wait, I want to see you both too,” Chrissy panted, barely believing the words coming out of her own mouth.
Steph shot her a sloping grin before standing and efficiently stripping; she was hairier than Chrissy had expected, silently admitting to herself that she had thought about a naked Steph many times. Though she’d already seen that her underarms and legs were bare yet stubbly, the sight of a barely trimmed bush between Steph’s legs fascinated her.
Grin widening, Steph leaned in for a kiss. “What, not used to seeing hairy girls?” At Chrissy’s blush, she continued. “After years of shaving for swim, I stopped giving as much of a shit. Besides, it itches less.”
Eddie seemed equally obsessed with Steph’s nude form, reaching out to run her hand down the slope of Steph’s heavy breast, extra gentle where a bat bite scar lay. Chrissy watched as Eddie tugged Steph in by a nipple, lifting her other hand to cradle her face in a deep kiss. Pulling back, Eddie turned to look at Chrissy.
“My turn,” her grin turned wicked, stripping even faster than Steph had, her ringed fingers almost blurring in their haste.
As hairy as Steph was, Eddie was completely bare. Chrissy’s sneaky peeks at other girls in the change room had never shown anything like this, with not a hair left below Eddie’s neck, other than some sparse arm hair. At Chrissy’s gasp, Eddie dragged a slow finger down her body, tracing a snake tattoo that curved over her hip and lower belly. Chrissy’s eyes were laser-focused on the sight of Eddie’s black-tipped finger against the pale pink of her mons.
“I’m the opposite of Steph - I get itchy from having any hair on my body.” She turned to Chrissy. “Besides, don’t you think it makes my tattoos pop?” Chrissy felt as though the weed had taken over her mind, as dizzy she’d become watching the two gorgeous women strip in front of her. And she could admit that. Both Steph and Eddie oozed sex appeal in their own ways, years of experience showing in their stance and their focus on her.
And that focus was on her, for sure. Because other than that one kiss, Eddie and Steph seemed dedicated to torturing Chrissy with pleasure.
Bracketing her body with theirs as they lay on the bed, Steph and Eddie return to swapping Chrissy’s mouth back and forth between theirs in intense kisses. But this time, their bodies were pressed firmly against hers. Steph’s fingers were back on her breasts, while Eddie’s dipped lower and were gently stroking between her legs, driving Chrissy insane.
“Please, I need -“ and though Chrissy didn’t know what she was so desperately craving, Eddie sure did, pressing a finger deep into her.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re dripping for me.” Eddie’s husky voice in her ear triggered a full-body shudder, just as much as the gentle nibbles on her lobe did. Chrissy moaned into Steph’s mouth as Eddie worked her magic.
Eddie inserted another finger, then slowly began to move them both in and out, building in intensity. It wasn’t long before she was slamming her fingers in repeatedly, heel of her hand pounding against Chrissy’s pubic bone. With a great wail, Chrissy’s body exploded in pleasure, pussy rippling in tremors around Eddie’s fingers.
“Let it out, baby,” Steph murmured against her cheek as she pressed gentle kisses. “You sound incredible.” Eddie crawled back up Chrissy’s body to drop her entire weight on her.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Eddie grinned at the other two girls, limp in her exertion. “My hand is numb for the best reasons.” Chrissy couldn’t even respond, tiny aftershocks rippling through her body where it was tight against Eddie’s.
Steph snickered. “Eds, come up here and relax.” Under Steph’s careful manipulations, the girls reoriented so that Eddie was propped up against the pillows with Chrissy’s back against her front, pierced nipples and all. The two exchanged lazy kisses, only breaking to watch Steph move down the bed to stick herself between Chrissy’s open legs.
“Ready for round two?” And without waiting for Chrissy to respond, Steph dove in, licking a broad stripe up her center. Chrissy just about squealed - she had never felt anything like it. Bit by bit, Steph slowly took her apart again, mixing delicate licks up her lower lips with quick flicks and then sucks to her clit. It was when Steph made her tongue a bit more rigid and stuck it inside her that Chrissy collapsed into another orgasm, pussy pulsating around Steph’s tongue.
But when Chrissy gently pushed her away, Steph didn’t remove herself and just simply dropped her head lower. Chrissy was confused until she felt Eddie’s hand on her breast tighten and a throaty moan in her ear. It seemed Steph was taking care of both of them.
And then, once she’d come twice under Steph’s talented tongue, Eddie pushed herself and Chrissy further down the bed and practically begged Steph to come sit on her face. With Steph on Eddie, it had gotten a bit awkward for Chrissy to be lying back on Eddie’s front, so she slithered off to watch from the foot of the bed as Steph’s strong back writhed. That is, until she noticed Eddie’s smooth pussy, flexing along with Eddie’s hands on Steph’s ass.
Surely Eddie wouldn’t mind if Chrissy just reached out and - oh gosh, it really was just as soft as it looked. Imitating what Eddie was doing to her earlier, she stroked her finger up and down the folds, fascinated by the glistening layers. After her earlier orgasm, Eddie’s inner lips were swollen and poking out, so Chrissy used her pointer and middle finger to spread them wide. Eddie’s legs mirrored this action, giving her even easier access. She wondered if the skin down smelled as intoxicating as the rest of Eddie, so pressed her nose against the soft, soft, soft skin where Eddie’s leg met her hip. Gosh, the scent was overpoweringly enticing, drawing Chrissy’s attention just a bit to the left, where Eddie’s wetness was reflecting in the low light of Steph’s pastel yellow lamps.
It was a bit scary, not knowing what she was doing, but Eddie seemed to be enjoying it. And if Eddie could lick Steph, why shouldn’t Chrissy be able to lick her?
And so she leaned down further and traced her tongue along Eddie’s folds.
“Fuck, Chrissy,” Steph panted from above. “Whatever you’re doing back there, don’t stop. She’s moaning into me and it feels - fu-uck.” She broke off in a groan.
Chrissy felt even more out of her depth, but the tart taste of Eddie was salivating. Trying to imitate what had been done to her earlier, Chrissy grew more and more bold, until suddenly, Eddie’s legs wrapped around her body and squeezed, heels digging in to Chrissy’s back. She must have been moaning up a storm, sending vibrations through Steph’s pussy, because she tumbled over the edge just a moment after.
Trembles slowly subsiding, Steph twisted her gorgeous upper body back to face Chrissy and take her in.
“You are beautiful, Chrissy Cunningham.” And what could Chrissy do but lean up and kiss her? Eddie wiggled out from between them as well, and then Chrissy was experiencing her first threeway kiss, their unique flavours blending together.
Eddie pulled back first, sliding over to grab a fresh joint from the bedside table.
“Come on, let’s get cozy,” she said, reaching out to tug on Chrissy’s wrist. Taking her cue, Chrissy tucked herself under Eddie's arm, where the older girl was now lounging against Steph’s fluffy pillows. Immediately after, she felt said girl wrap an arm around her from the other side, baby blue-manicured fingers reaching behind her to scratch the sweaty hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck.
And as the spent girls passed the joint back and forth, heart rates slowly returning to normal, Chrissy knew she could never return to boys.