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“This shit is so ass.”
Andi couldn’t control the giggles that spilled out of her and made her spit her drink partially on the floor. It wasn’t much of a loss considering how the alcohol tasted like acetone.
Frankie wasn’t exactly the most lady-like person in the world. She could curse like a sailor when she wanted to, but it always made Andi laugh to hear it. Andi drunkenly shushed her, finger pressing against her cheek instead of her lips.
Frankie was right though, this party was kind of ass.
Every year the labs that Andi worked at would offer promotions and every year actual hard-working scientists were passed on so the higher-ups could move their families and favorite nepo babies up the ladder. It was corrupt, but it was either grit your teeth and bear it or face losing your job with hundreds already hungry on the street.
Still, there was always some little inkling of hope from the scientists that maybe one of them might be good enough to land a promotion. And every year that hope was squashed and they all got drunk in an abandoned storage facility instead.
Getting drunk with your coworkers is kind of funny. There’s something so unintentionally hilarious about watching 40 year olds with kids devolve into high schoolers sneaking bathtub brew for the first time right before your eyes. People who had spent the last year being uptight sons-of-bitches were now getting messy and drinking beyond their limits.
At least Andi and Frankie had an excuse to not know their limits; they were only 22.
Andi skimmed through the crowd, trying to see if she could find the group that she had interned with. As fun as watching people who were almost middle aged get blackout drunk, she wanted to be around people she could relate to more.
She found them all huddled against a closet, laughing loudly.
“What’s u-?”
Before she could finish her sentence, a couple burst out of the closet door. They were only half dressed and one of them was covered in what looked like… teeth marks? Everyone burst into screams of laughter and applause as they emerged.
She was so fucking confused.
“What are we doing?” Andi asked the guy next to her.
Big mistake.
“7 minutes in heaven.” He answered with the biggest shit-eating grin imaginable. “And you’re next!”
“Hey-! Ow!”
With about as much gentleness as a savage water buffalo, Andi was shoved into the closet with Frankie beside her.
“Not funny!” She screamed, jiggling the handle to no avail. They were already locked inside.
“7 minutes!” A voice called from outside. Andi sat back on her heels and groaned.
“I’m sorry.” She muttered. She let her head fall against the wall in defeat.
Frankie just whistled, scorching over next to her and sitting cross-cross on the floor. “It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.”
She hummed for a second before continuing. “Besides, there’s nobody I’d rather be stuck here with than you.”
Andi coughed to distract from the blush creeping up her face. “Yeah-uh, me too.” She twiddled her fingers together, practically staring a hole in the wall.
“I’m glad I’m not stuck here with anyone who would actually want to do anything- you know? Especially since like… you know. I’ve never even kissed anyone.” Andi’s voice was small, sheepish even.
Frankie did know that. It was something Andi had mentioned in passing when Frankie would try to get her to come out to the bar or wherever else with her. When Frankie had dated some guy off and on a few years back, being a virgin without a first kiss had become a touchy subject for Andi.
In Frankie’s booze-addled mind, she came up with a solution.
“It’s super easy, I could show you… if you wanted?”
“I…” Andi stuttered, trying to formulate a sentence that wouldn’t make her sound like a complete dumbass. She wanted this, she wanted to say yes, she wanted an excuse to kiss Frankie. She’d wanted it so bad and for so long. But there was still that little excuse worming its way into the back of her head.
She loved Frankie. Platonically for sure, romantically- maybe? She never let herself think about it for long. Frankie was her best friend and she’d never do anything to sabotage that.
“… Yes.”
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
Frankie was in front of her immediately, her calloused hand against Andi’s face. Andi stood still, not really sure of what to do. Frankie giggled at the serious expression on your face.
“You gotta close your eyes, Dee.”
“Right.”
And they were kissing. Well, more so that Frankie was kissing her. Andi’s heartbeat echoed in her ears making it hard to hear anything other than her blood rushing. She did her best to kiss back, awkwardly bumping noses and foreheads while she tried to match Frankie’s rhythm, but Frankie made no mention of it. Thank god.
Andi’s mind wandered to her hands. What the hell was she supposed to do with them? She pressed one against the wall to steady herself and threaded the other into Frankie’s hair.
Frankie whined, instinctively pulling her closer.
God.
Andi thought she might have a heart attack from the way her heart was beating. She was hopelessly putty in Frankie’s hands and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Frankie’s free hand roamed Andi’s body with a thirst, running up and down her waist before settling on her ass with a squeeze.
Andi gasped and Frankie took it as a sign to deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth desperately.
Even in her messy state of bliss, Andi found her mind flashing with a reminder of Frankie’s ex boyfriend. She almost growled. He had such a habit of forcing himself into her head even when he wasn’t around and hadn’t been around for years.
You know what they say- jealousy is a disease. And for Andi, it was chronic.
She struggled to pull away from the kiss, toppling over slightly as she fought her way out of Frankie’s arms. She didn’t want to stop, she didn’t want to ruin the moment, but the question that was rolling around in her mind would haunt her if she didn’t.
“W-wait-!” She panted, catching her breath. A string of spit still connected her lips to Frankie’s and she swatted it away with an obvious blush.
Frankie obliged immediately, dropping her hands and sitting back with a worried look. It should have been impossible for someone to look so much like a kicked puppy, but here she was.
“I-uh…” Andi swallowed, trying to give herself the courage and just spit it out.
“Frankie, are you straight?”
Frankie’s expression twisted in every direction as if she was experiencing the 5 stages of grief all at once. She stuttered, looking Andi up and down before raising a hand to gesture to her.
“I- obviously not?”
“Okay.” Andi forced herself to laugh or she might cry. She avoided eye contact to stare down at her shaking hands.
“I just… I didn’t want you to do this with me if you were only doing it because you see me as a boy. I guess.”
She was humiliated for even saying it. She had a moment that she had been dreaming of for years in her hands and she let go of it because of some stupid insecurity. She thought she might throw up.
“Andrea-“
Frankie was interrupted by a loud banging sound coming from somewhere outside the closet. It sounded as if someone had just broken a table or pulled a cabinet off a wall.
There was a roaring sound of laughter and drunken footsteps that got softer as they dissipated. The group went to check out whatever was going on in the other room, leaving the two girls completely alone.
Andi stumbled to her feet and practically pounced at the door, grabbing the handle with a vengeance. It jiggled loudly to no avail.
“Fuck!” Andi yelled, kicking the door in frustration. “They’ve still got us locked in.”
“Dee, hey-“
Andi would do literally anything other than have this conversation. She banged on the door in a full-blown tantrum, screaming for someone to let them out immediately.
Frankie was unphased. She simply stood up, grabbed Andi, and sat back down with her.
“Andi, you know me. You know I’ve never seen you as anything other than a woman- or a girl when we were growing up.”
“I know!”
She shot back, nearly in tears. “It’s like- it’s just- why didn’t you ever say you weren’t straight?!”
It was nothing but a cowardly dick move for her to try and throw the whole situation back on Frankie like it was her fault. Andi knew this, but it still somehow felt better than facing her insecure impulses.
“I didn’t think I had to! Look at me!” Frankie gestured to herself and those dingy little overalls she always wore.
Andi couldn’t help it, she started giggling. “Shut up. Just, shut up. Okay.” She managed out between embarrassed laughter. The entire situation was so unrealistic and stupid, yet here it was. She was living a sitcom nightmare.
Frankie chuckled for a second before turning away, her face suddenly serious. “Did I do something to make you feel like-“
“No.”
Andi interrupted her immediately.
“It’s just… me. It just happens sometimes. I overthink, I guess.”
Frankie’s face softened with relief. “You don’t gotta be insecure around me, Dee. It’s just me. I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.”
Her hand moved down to rest on Andi’s hip.
“Every part of you.”
Andi swallowed. She knew what the intent behind the words was, she wasn’t stupid. She felt the atmosphere change but still, she wasn’t ready to face her own body in that way.
But she couldn’t resist Frankie. Now or ever. She was her weakness.
“Can I keep my clothes on?”
“Anything you want.”
Frankie guided Andi to the floor before climbing on her lap. She leaned over on top of her and planted a string of kisses from her forehead, down her neck, and to her chest. She nipped and sucked on the skin that her uniform hid, leaving little secret hickeys along her collarbone. Andi tried to keep her breathing steady, but she was already unbelievably hard and needy.
Her hands made their way to Frankie’s waist with less gracefulness, awkwardly bucking her against her lap. Frankie gave her a smug smile, obviously pleased with herself for making a horny, writhing mess of Andi so quickly.
She leaned back and ground into Andi with an erratic, desperate pace. Despite her trying to act cool and collected, she was also craving this way more than she let on.
Frankie could feel Andi’s clothed dick twitch against her and she thought she might come undone from that alone.
“Good girl.”
She teased, one hand moving to Andi’s breast. Even through her bra she could feel the peak of her nipple. She toyed with it lazily, running her thumb back and forth over it.
Andi whined, doing her best to buck against Frankie’s hips and match her movement. Her core muscles were already groaning. She was so out of shape but she’d worry about that later.
Stupid fucking office job.
The friction between them was building and even through the dark shadows, Andi could tell that Frankie’s face was splotched with red blush. She was practically dripping, the wet slick of her pussy coating through multiple layers of fabric. She was so warm against Andi.
“F-fuck, I-“
Andi panted out, the words falling into gibberish as her entire body tightened. She closed her eyes and fell into a mess of moans as she came, grabbing Frankie’s ass and rocking against her as she rode out her orgasm with bated breath. Frankie’s hand moved from her breast to her hair, brushing it out of her face and kissing her forehead as Andi came down.
“You ready to go home?” Frankie whispered.
“The door’s still locked.” Andi groaned, covering her face with her hands in frustration.
“So?”
And just like that, Frankie took out a bobby pin and picked the lock in record time.
Andi stared at her in disbelief.
“You could have done that the whole time?!?”