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“Jecka, you’re piss fucking drunk.”
Jecka rolled her head towards Nicole and snorted. “And you’re not?”
“Yeah but at least I don’t handle it like a bitch,” Nicole fired back with a playful eyeroll.
The two girls sat on the floor of Nicole’s dirty, cramped room. It was…three AM? Jecka hadn’t checked the time in a while. She couldn’t remember much from the night so far, but a few memories bubbled to the surface.
The first was the shot of Vodka Nicole poured down her throat. They were drunk in the kitchen when Nicole began to pour a shot neither of them needed. Jecka assumed it was for her friend, but, in the blink of an eye, blue eyes met her own. No words were exchanged, rather a hand was placed on Jecka’s, and another grabbed her jaw. The touch tingled and the warmth of Nicole’s hands radiated throughout her body, causing a slight shiver. She felt a blush creep across her face as her eyes darted around, attempting to settle on a site that wasn’t Nicole. She felt her head tilt back and a cold shot glass touch her lips. A drop of bitter alcohol slipped into her mouth before she was ready. Instinctively, the blond tried to turn her head, but a gentle push of Nicole’s hands pulled her back. One manicured finger parted her lips as lukewarm vodka flowed down her throat. The last thing she could remember hearing was a chuckle from Nicole and a sarcastic “Good girl.”
The second was the cold air meeting now bare skin. In seemingly one second, Jecka was dragged by a hand up a set of stairs. After tripping a few times, the two girls stumbled into Nicole’s dimly lit room. The only sources of luminosity were the moon and Nicole’s shitty lava lamp. It was also hot in there: likely from the girls rotting in there all day binging shitty rom coms. Jecka snapped into reality for a second when Nicole faced her again.
“It’s hot as balls in here,” she bitched. Suddenly, Nicole was dropping trou and ripping off her tank top. Jecka eyes immediately fell to Nicole’s tits. God, they were nice: framed with a simple, black, lacy bra that matched her panties. Holy fuck, her panties: a cheeky pair with a bow, worn so low the outline of a V was visible just above the waistband.
“Jecka don’t be a perv, I know I’m hot, but Jesus-“
“Sorry Nicole…I uh spaced out.”
“No shit,” she scoffed as she turned around. Without thinking, Jecka mimicked Nicole’s behavior and undid her shorts. Her pyjamas fell to her feel and she stepped out of them, following Nicole further into the room. Slowly, the cold began to creep below her skin as she exposed herself. Nicole flopped onto her bed whilst Jecka gently unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off. She felt her nipples get hard and hugged herself in attempt to warm up. Clearly she wasn’t as hot as Nicole was. Now, she stood clad only in a matching, bright pink thong and bra.
“Ugh Jecka lay down already, I wanna put you on some good shit.”
Jecka flopped beside Nicole, staring way too long at her ass when she leaned over to put on a CD. Jecka didn’t remember much after the first trash emo song started to play.
The last thing Jecka remembered was the bathroom floor. She didn’t like, throw up or anything. At least she didn’t think she did.
After the LP Nicole had put on finished, the weight on the bed shifted. It took Jecka a long time to realize Nicole had gotten up and that the door was open, letting the hallway light in.
“Uh…Nicole?” Jecka called out. “Nicole!!” She continued, slowly leaving the doorway with a blanket around her shoulders.
“I’m in here!” Nicole replied from the bathroom, door wide open.
“Jesus, Nicole, are you throwing up? I knew you shouldn’t have drank so mu-“ Jecka cut herself off mid sentence as she entered the bathroom. Nicole was sitting on the toilet, pissing like a racehorse. “Ew, Nicole, why the fuck didn’t you just say you were peeing?!?”
“Cause you asked where I was!” Nicole replied like it was obvious. Jecka didn’t have the gusto to argue, so she sat on the bathroom floor.
“Why the fuck are you still here?” Nicole questioned.
“I need to pee too, duh!”
Jecka spaced back into the present, mildly dazed. She turned to Nicole who had her head tilted back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She had no clue how long they’d been sitting there. Jecka’s eyes and mind wandered to Nicole’s chest, admiring her beauty. She was the most perfect girl Jecka had ever seen: silky black hair, bright blue eyes, soft pale skin, and a perfectly balanced figure. Staring at Nicole, her stomach flipped. She felt warmth move from her hips up to her chest, finally settling on a flush that spread across her cheeks. Thankfully, Nicole had yet to notice her stare.
“Nicole, why the fuck are you single?” Jecka blurted out without thinking. She didn’t object to the words, just simply didn’t anticipate them.
Nicole suddenly whipped her head towards her friend. “Huh?”
“Like, you’re literally so stunning. You’re just fucking model perfect. And boys are always humping your legs and you love attention so it just doesn’t make sense to me. Why haven’t you found someone yet?”
Nicole didn’t reply right away. Jecka felt like she was going to throw up. Why the hell would she say that?
“Damn Jecka, keep it in your pants,” Nicole giggled in reply. “I don’t know, I guess I just haven’t found a guy worth caring for yet. I hate them all anyways. Like, I can get my rocks off on my own time, why spend my energy on some pathetic loser that just wants to drool on my tits? I don’t know, just never seems worth it, you know?”
“…yeah,” Jecka muttered, a new found ache settling in her chest. She didn’t know why, but she felt like crying. Before she could process, a hand landed on her shoulder.
“Same question for you, blondie. Like, you’re every guys wet dream, yet you kick around with me most of the time.”
Jecka was blushing harder now. It might not of been a direct hit, but it was enough to cause Jecka to look away in embarrassment, shifting her position.
“Well, I guess I’ve never really…liked a guy. I date one, everyone says we’re so perfect for each other, but then I kiss him and he tastes like bacon or something and I just wanna throw up, you know? I steal his drugs then I break up with him. It’s not worth it for me. I just keep holding out hope one might make me feel ANYTHING,” Jecka cut herself off. She glanced over and saw Nicole listening intently.
“Can I tell you something Nicole? You have to promise to never mention this again though, because it’s actually blackmail worthy. I just gotta get it off my chest,” Jecka implored.
“Sure, man. I mean, no promises on the secret thing, but I won’t tell if it’s not that interesting. You’re probably fine,” she joked. Jecka prayed that was more sarcastic than serious.
Jecka started: “I’m like, a full on fucking masochist. Like, call the cops cause I’m getting hit masochist.”
“Holy shit, girl, that was not what I was expecting,” Nicole chuckled. “I…didn’t peg you for that type,” she followed up with an undeniable sense of intrigue that made Jecka nervous to continue. She did anyway.
“Yeah like, I just can’t give that kinda power to some dude cause he could actually really hurt me, you know? I just know that it would come out at some point and then I would be completely and utterly screwed. Then I’d be some housewife in Texas going to the drugstore every weekend for full coverage concealer and a bottle of wine, and I’m WAY too hot for that.”
Instead of replying, Nicole moved to kneel directly in front of Jecka, hands in between the blond’s thighs.
“What type of shit exactly? Cause anything can leave a mark, you know?” Nicole was leaning in closer now, causing Jecka to close her legs in a flustered manner. Nicole repositioned so that her knee was dangerously close to Jecka’s crotch. She was absolutely sure that she was bright red. Her heart raced and her entire body was shivering, but she wasn’t cold. In fact, everything below Jecka’s stomach felt like it had erupted in flames.
“Well I uh-“ Jecka stuttered, throat too dry to finish the sentence without swallowing. “I don’t really uh know I haven’t exactly tried anything,” she choked out.
Without another word, Nicole sat up straight and delicately raised her hand. Never once did her blue eyes unlock with Jecka’s. The blonde was entranced, watching the way the beauty before her moved. Slowly, Nicole cupped Jecka’s burning red cheek, causing a shock to run down Jecka’s spine. She gasped at the touch, unable to control her gut reaction. She was ablaze.
Without warning, Nicole wound her arm back and laid a painful slap directly against Jecka’s cheek. The force of the hit almost knocked her over. She felt the pressure through her cheek and on her gums. Jecka let out a loud, sharp cry that sounded much more like a moan. Tears formed in her eyes without an associated emotion.
Jecka grabbed her face, still facing away from Nicole. She was panting, not from the pain, but from the pure bliss she found herself feeling. The fire was so strong now she felt like she was on the brink of an orgasm. She gulped, took a breath, and finally looked up at Nicole with a warped face in an attempt to hide her pleasure. Nicole wore a smug ass grin, looking down at Jecka. She looked so powerful; only lit from one side, darkness surrounding her. Jecka spoke after what felt like hours.
“What the FUCK Nicole! You can’t just…you can’t just do that,” she screamed, losing confidence halfway through her statement.
“Awe, c’mon! I know you liked it.” Nicole’s voice was sultry and sadistic, still not done messing with Jecka. She clearly enjoyed this. Nicole got up and flopped onto the bed without another word.
“I’m going to bed. Join me if you want.”
Jecka remained sitting at the edge of Nicole’s bed for a while longer. She leaned her head back and listened to the sound of Nicole snoring. What the FUCK was that?