Get It On!
Kirsten stares hard at the trailer door. She has been staring at it for around five minutes now and is vaguely aware that she is drawing attention to herself. Not so much because she is staring, but that it is this trailer that she is staring at.
She takes a deep breath, adjusts her skirt, and walks up to the door. She knocks. Loudly.
The door is flung open and Eliza blinks into the sun. "Hey! A visitor. Great. Come. Relieve my boredom."
Kirsten is amused at the way Eliza speaks in short, disjointed sentences, as if she is dictating to a very poor typist.
"Okay. Cool. I will. It'll be fun!"
Eliza frowns, wondering if Kirsten is mocking her. She decides to let it go and just enjoy the feel of Kirsten sliding past her into the trailer. Breasts against breasts. Eliza blinks and tries to stop the flush that starts to rise up her neck.
"So, you got anything to drink?" Kirsten realizes she is being too perky and attempts to tone it down a little. "Juice, or something. I'm a little dry." She smiles at Eliza in what she hopes is a charming manner.
"Well, we can't have that." Eliza smirks and gestures to the refrigerator. "Sure, grab yourself something. I have soda and juice. Beer too."
Kirsten stops in the act of opening the refrigerator door. "Beer?" She stares at Eliza. "How come you have beer? Did they give it to you? Did someone sneak it in? Where is it from?"
Eliza laughs. "Why do you ask so many questions?" She scoots past Kirsten and yanks the refrigerator door open, letting the cool air blast in her face. "Here." She passes Kirsten a diet coke and smirks at her. "I was kidding. Trying to get a rise out of you."
Kirsten blinks slowly and wrinkles her nose. Elisa thinks that if Kirsten were any cuter, she could go head to head with a three-week-old kitten, and win.
"So." Kirsten drops into a chair, fiddling with her coke can.
"You want a glass for that?" Before Kirsten can answer, Eliza is up banging cupboard doors open and shut. She passes Kirsten a somewhat murky looking glass, shrugging an apology.
They sit and stare at each other in uncomfortable silence, punctuated only by the tick of the clock on the wall of the trailer kitchenette.
"So." Kirsten says again, "How's it going?" Once more she lowers her voice to erase the trace of perky nervousness.
Eliza wonders why Kirsten is so jumpy. She flicks back through her mental catalogue of interactions to see if she can find one where she has done something that would elicit this manner from Kirsten. Deciding that it is nothing she has said or done she settles herself into the couch and splays her legs out in front her.
Kirsten blinks and swallows. A tanned expanse of thigh leads tantalizingly up to dark, enticing shadows beneath Eliza's cheerleader skirt. Kirsten licks her lips, eyes flicking to Eliza's face. Eliza is staring back at her in amusement.
"See something you like?" Eliza's voice is low and seductive.
Kirsten is aware of how clammy her palms have suddenly become and resists the urge to wipe them down her cheerleader costume. She thinks this is bizarre. Two teenagers dressed in skimpy outfits, eyeing each other like tenderloin at a meat market. She giggles and, as she tries to quell her rising hysteria, begins to choke.
Eliza is off the couch like a shot, slapping Kirsten on the back and swearing loudly. "Fuck. Come on, breathe for god's sake. Water. You need some water, hang on." She leaves Kirsten wheezing and grabs another glass, filling it to the brim and spilling half of it before managing to thrust it at Kirsten.
Kirsten composes herself and sits back, wheezing loudly, eyes wet, nose running: she looks a mess. Blinking up at Eliza, she gives her a slightly forlorn smile. "Thanks."
Eliza sits back down on the couch and resumes her study of Kirsten, grinning as she wipes her eyes on a tissue and blows her nose. "Better now? I thought you were going to pass out on me there. Then what would I have done, huh?"
Balling the tissue, Kirsten tosses it nonchalantly into the waste-bin scoring a direct hit and beams at Eliza and moves to perch on the edge of her seat. Leaning forward, she rests her elbows on her knees and settles her chin in her palms. She effects her cute, pouty look and lowers her eyelids slightly, hoping the effect is seductive.
Eliza isn't fooled for a moment. She toes off her sneakers and flexes her feet. Straightening. Curling. Maintaining eye contact all the while. She watches as a rash of blotchy red works its way up Kirsten's throat, spreading across her chin and beyond her cheeks to her hairline. Eliza lolls her head back against the cushions of the couch and yawns. She doesn't hear Kirsten rise from her seat and move lightly across the trailer. When she lifts her head to remark that they should maybe head out to find something to eat, she is surprised to find Kirsten standing directly in front of her, nervously licking her lips.
Kirsten looks down at Eliza, her heart is pounding and her brain feels as though it is about to explode with all the hormones charging through it.
Seeing the indecision etched across Kirsten's face, Eliza takes the initiative, moving her hands to stroke gently across the soft, creamy skin of Kirsten's thighs.
Kirsten shivers; can feel the goosebumps explode across her skin. A soft moan echoes around the trailer and she blinks hazily - stifling a giggle - when she realizes that she is the one making the noise. Pushing her hands into Eliza's hair, she messes the ponytail, pulling at the band fixing it in place, until Eliza looks as disheveled as she herself feels.
Finally, when she has had enough of Kirsten's tugging and moaning, Eliza yanks at Kirsten's skirt and brings them both tumbling onto the couch.
"Hi there." Framing Eliza's face with her palms, Kirsten places a gentle, almost chaste kiss on Eliza's mouth. Lips open and then Kirsten's mouth reacts to the tongue lapping tentatively against her own. Kirsten figures that it's all very sweet but, damn if she doesn't want hot and sweaty; wants to get to the wildcat in Eliza.
Kirsten pushes Eliza down into the couch cushions so that she is spread beneath her, legs akimbo, arms stretched above her head. Straddling Eliza's thighs, Kirsten puts her hands either side of Eliza's head and bends over until her she can whisper into Eliza's ear, "The things I'm gonna do to you. Girl, you are gonna love every second."
The gasp she elicits when she pushes Eliza's skirt up and tugs at the waistband of her panties, sends a thrill straight to Kirsten's crotch. Making a show of it, Kirsten slowly pulls Eliza's panties down over slender hips; down over pale, muscled thighs; pulls until she can feel the tremor in Eliza's legs transmit itself to the couch.
Parting Eliza's legs, Kirsten runs her tongue along the inside of Eliza's thighs; lapping at the warm flesh until she comes to hints of dark stubble peeping through the skin below the dark curls of Eliza's crotch. "Oh, baby." Kirsten straightens up and stretches, arching her back, licking her lips. "You taste so good."
Eliza reaches up and lifts the bottom of Kirsten's t-shirt and gestures for its removal. "Come on, please. Don't be such a fucking tease, Kirsten. Take it off, take it all off."
"Well, you see, I'm not convinced that you really want that." Kirsten whispers, running her fingers lightly across her own, freshly exposed belly. "I think you may just have to beg."
"Fuck you. I'm not begging."
Kirsten smirks and slides her hands between her thighs. Lifting her skirt, she dips her fingers beneath her panties and begins to rub herself, holding Eliza's gaze the whole time, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "No? You sure about that?"
"Jesusfuck." Eliza's hands reach into Kirsten's panties, pulling them down. Moving Kirsten's fingers out of the way, she strokes across Kirsten's clit, dipping into the wet, slippery cunt to moisten her fingers. "Of all the reasons to keep your nails short, this has to be the best one."
Kirsten giggles and shifts back so that Eliza is left reaching for her. "Nuh ah." Taking Eliza's hand, Kirsten pulls the fingers into her mouth and sucks hungrily, tasting herself on Eliza's fingers.
"Oh, Christ. Come on Kirsten, stop fucking around." Eliza figures she might as well beg, if that's what's gonna get her sucked and finger fucked.
"Oh, I think you can do better than that." Kirsten shifts slightly so that their pubic bones nudge together in delicious friction. With teasing slowness she drags her top over her head and drops it unceremoniously on the floor next to the couch. "Well? You have anything to say, Missy?"
The use of her character's name makes Eliza laugh. The fun they have had trying to work out whether or not Missy, Torrance and Cliff ever have a threesome darts into Eliza's mind and she finds herself giggling uncontrollably.
"Hey! Stop that!" Kirsten's glare is flint-hard as she captures Eliza's mouth in a brutal kiss, her spiky-sharp girl-teeth pulling at the lower lip, biting down hard enough to pierce the flesh. Eliza tastes her own blood on her upper palate and moans, hips coming up off the couch as she tries to push against the body straddling her.
"Right, enough of this foreplay." Kirsten runs her tongue across her upper lip, making a show of savoring Eliza's kiss. Maintaining steady, burning eye contact, she unhooks her bra and does a teasing wiggle as she pulls it away revealing, high, pert breasts with shockingly dark nipples.
Eliza reaches out with shaking hands and pulls Kirsten towards her, runs her tongue across the puckered flesh of the aureole before taking Kirsten's nipple firmly in her mouth, nibbling and sucking, reveling in Kirsten's shudders and whimpers.
Kirsten's hands thread through Eliza's hair, digging fingers into her scalp - hard and frenzied - pushing her head back, pushing her down against the couch. The same hands yank and pull at clothes: underwear, skirt, top, bra, until both are naked and panting.
"Wow!" Kirsten stares down at Eliza, splayed and wanton beneath her; runs her hands across Eliza's stomach and slides them between Eliza's legs. Kirsten adjusts her position so she can rest her head against Eliza's thighs. Peering up, she almost loses it when she sees the look of pure desire on Eliza's face.
"Ready?" Kirsten's voice is lower and smokier than she was ever thought she was capable of. Dipping her head she traces her tongue across Eliza's clit and sucks in the taste and smell, whimpering slightly as the tart saltiness permeates her senses. Sucking and teasing in earnest, she can feel herself begin to move in time with each buck of Eliza's hips. Once she has a rhythm going, Kirsten slips first one, then two fingers deep inside Eliza, parting them gently when she feels muscles tighten around them. When Eliza has relaxed enough, Kirsten adds a third finger and begins to move her hand in firm, decisive strokes, trying to keep in time with the rhythm of her tongue tracing again and again over the swollen mound of Eliza's clit.
As Kirsten's tongue settles into a rhythm, Eliza bucks up, hips rising to meet the greedy mouth with its firm, sure lapping. She gasps and cries out, and there's hardly a moment for her to relax into the sensations that Kirsten's tongue are producing in her entire body, before the shock of fingers being pressed inside her pulls everything into sharp focus. This is different, this is the real deal. No hasty gropings, no sordid, fast fucks against a wall on the backlot of a studio. Eliza has to remind herself that the person pressing fingers into her - with such surety - is sweet little Kirsten. Choking back a laugh she gives herself over to it all. Moves with each thrust of Kirsten's fingers; concentrates - as much as is possible when every lick and stroke is sending sparks of heat through her veins - on breathing in time with Kirsten's mouth, Kirsten's fingers, Kirsten's little moans that punctuate every thrust.
Eliza's orgasm builds, sending electrical charges along her thighs and up through her stomach, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. She can feel the back of her knees begin to sweat and her feet scrabble for purchase on the rough fabric of the couch. She can hear her own low-pitched gasps echoing around the room, ricocheting off the counter-tops and the aluminum walls of the trailer. She digs her fingers harder into Kirsten's scalp, panting and chanting with every lap of Kirsten's tongue. When she finally comes, it's with more intensity than she has ever felt, and more noise than she has ever made. As the waves begin to subside, Eliza opens her eyes and blinks down at Kirsten, who is nestled comfortably between Eliza's legs smirking up at her.
"Hi." Eliza sounds like a complete dork, which makes Kirsten laugh out loud.
"So, was it okay?" The slight tremor in Kirsten's voice gives away how much she wants it to have been. Eliza is genuinely moved, and realizes that maybe Kirsten doesn't do this very often. Hell, she must have done it before, because that was... well, that was pretty damn good for a novice if she hasn't.
Pulling Kirsten up so that they are entwined together, Eliza strokes her fingers across Kirsten's lips and kisses her gently. "That was by far, without a shadow of a doubt, the best fucking head I have ever been given."
Kirsten's beaming smile and thrilled laughter are all the reply needed. Eliza figures that now - reciprocation being the polite response at times like this - it's her turn to get it on.