Don't Tease Me Because I'm Your Girlfriend
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Chapter Fou Don't Tease Me Because I'm Your Girlfriend
Tiffany didn’t go far after she was kicked out of Jessica’s room. She only went as far as the next room over, Jay’s room.
She made refuge on the cold floor beside Jay’s desk and pressed her tired back to the cold wall that was immediately separating her from Jessica. It was almost silent, but she could hear the soft sobs penetrating the plaster, and with those sobs enwrapping her mind, she meditated.
She knew she wasn’t a responsible person to begin with, but she never knew she was this reckless either. She had prided herself in some sense of knowledge and tolerance, but this goes to show how much she still lacked.
All she wanted to do tonight was sing a song, but that was all forgotten the moment she pressed her sinful lips to Jessica’s naïve and innocent ones.
What was she thinking?
That it’d be all fine and dandy and Jessica wouldn’t have any qualms?
Leaving now was out of the question for Tiffany. For once in a long time, she doesn’t want to leave something undone and ruined.
The people she’s left before were fine, they were already messed up and disdainful, but Jessica was different. Most likely due to her age, but that wasn’t the point. Tiffany’s attached to her and she wants to go back and grab what she just threw out the window, hers and Jessica’s sanity.
She reflected relentlessly within herself as she pulled her knees up and pressed her forehead to her knee caps. Her back is becoming sore from sitting for so long, but she’s aware this is just the beginning of it.
Ruefully, she realized she wouldn’t have chosen anyone else if given the choice between Jessica and some other girl, but in her defense, she hadn’t even known Jessica was a willing choice.
Tiffany hadn’t spoken up while face-to-face with Jessica because she was confused and still processing the moment. She hadn’t intentionally hurt her, and she wants a second chance for that moment. She desires to be above Jessica again and stroking her fingers through that long brown hair.
Precariously, Tiffany bites into her knee. She’s frustrated and regretful, and she can’t just walk back into Jessica’s room averring a “Just kidding!” so they can go back to their cuddling.
She’ll be thrown right back out for being something insensitive with a curse word attached to the end.
With a long, exhausted sigh, Tiffany notices the soft noises from the other side of the wall had stopped. Jessica was either sleeping or lying there with her tear ducts emptied.
Slowly, Tiffany’s own eyes began to droop and she leaned against the hardwood desk for comfort.
That night, she dreamt about her father and his crude infidelity that had been burned into the back of her mind. He was everything she was taught to hate and she’ll never forget what he did to her and her mother.
After a long day of school and homework, she remembers seeing her father leave that evening and she just thought he was going back to work so she followed him. She followed him all the way to another large piece property on the other side of town.
It didn’t take long to figure out it was a mansion of high class escorts, especially when women in expensive dresses had come out to greet her only a few moments after she’d witnessed her father walking in.
It broke Tiffany in a way she’d never imagined recovering from. Her mother was moribund while he was sleeping with high class prostitutes, and after a little more inspection, it was a certain salacious escort that smelled like rotten peaches and bitter melon that her father favored most.
And Tiffany didn’t want to remember, but she could already smell the stench of that woman, as if she was standing in front of her, breathing against her neck, again.
A year after her mother died and only a day after she literally shot her father in the foot, she took his whole joint bank account and purchased the same whore only to witness for herself what could have been so great about the woman that her father had found so worthy to spend more of his precious time with than he did his family.
She was ultimately disappointed when all that was to greet was an ingénue who only wanted money and fancy clothing. Maybe there was more deep down, but Tiffany doubted there was much left of her anyway, she was already insufferably crude.
By then Tiffany had already been enrolled into her drug dealing and music making.
She has yet to sell a record, but she keeps her fingers crossed and mind focused on the goal.
Everything else: her health, security, emotional stability, they were all forgotten in a silent prayer that she wouldn’t have to live with her current self much longer. Either success would engulf her or death. She had to have either of the two and she never took into consideration the possibility of Jessica happening.
Not the young girl, never a young girl.
Tiffany shifts in discomfort and unwillingly opens her eyes. It’s already the crack of dawn and Jessica’s probably still sleeping.
She forces herself to get up and move, her joints cracking uncomfortably, but she wills herself forward. It’s undeniably cold and Jessica has her sweater.
Frigidly, she heads over to Jay’s closet and picks out a jacket that’s hopefully clean and pulls it over her head, then goes to her bag with her stuff in it. She’s convinced she should do something before Jessica wakes up; she needs to clear her head.
She picks out her wallet and silently heads out, but not without checking the clock, timing herself and keeping track of how long she’ll be away from Jessica’s side.
Once she’s out in the chilly city air, she decides to jog to the convenience store.
It’s five in the morning, and the streets are desolate. People are enjoying their mornings in bed while she’s out getting something to snack on, and who knows, maybe, perhaps, miraculously, she’ll stumble upon the solution to all her problems.
*
When Tiffany gets back to the house she decides to peak into Jessica’s room to check on her, only to find the door locked, of course.
She solemnly stalks back into Jay’s room and sits in her new favorite spot with a plastic bag from the convenience store and two strange tall purple flowers. She hadn’t stumbled upon any solutions during her journey, but she did find this pretty flower bush on the way back, so she decided to pick a couple, no matter how stupid and childish she felt at the moment; besides, if it’s any competition of who’s stupider, Jessica wins by default.
Tiffany played with its many little purple petals hanging off of the stem, they were soft and inviting, with residue clinging to its skin. She admired it for its uniqueness and decided roses are extraordinarily cliché and these are totally cool, Jessica will like them.
After inspecting the flowers thoroughly, Tiffany put them down and dug through her plastic bag before pulling out the store-made sandwich. She was starving and she didn’t know how to cook.
Jessica didn’t seem like she’d be coming around anytime soon either so Tiffany took this time to revitalize herself and figure some things out.
Dating Jessica would be fine as long as they kept it a secret, especially from her crew. And this is a big leap, no, a huge leap, as a matter of fact. There were so many things Tiffany would have to deal with. Jessica’s only sixteen and she’s twenty three. This isn’t legal, but when was anything she did legal? It was quite a thrill, anyway.
Jessica didn’t like her drug dealing, though, and how was she supposed to deal with that if she hurt the girl’s feelings every time she went out to get money?
Tiffany began chewing her food slowly, deducing the pros and cons.
She can’t really have sex with the girl either, especially if children’s underwear is the only thing awaiting her arrival besides Jessica’s desperate need for her affection.
Sighing, Tiffany took a large bite of her sandwich. What would she do if she wanted to get off? She never liked the thought of using her own hands, and going out to get other women would be out of the question with Jessica.
This was a big leap indeed, but one she was willing to risk if she could make her old dreams of a perfect relationship come true. All she wanted was something real; something to hold onto and work with towards a shared dream.
That was the ultimate goal of a relationship right? Like what she imagined her parents’ marriage to be like before everything went downhill. Everything would be worth it if she could have that feeling of someone walking with her again.
She wanted someone to walk through life with and look back on memories with. She faintly remembers the family albums her mother kept in their family room. They were on the very bottom shelf, polished and clean because Tiffany would always take them back out and gaze at all the different memories.
She can see herself doing that with Jessica. They’d remember their first date as the day Tiffany first took Jessica out to eat and before they could even get to the restaurant, Jessica was throwing a fit over her jokes.
A small smile made its way onto Tiffany’s lips as her sandwich rested between her two fingers, only a single bite left. She was awfully melancholic about her past, but she wanted enjoyment in her life now. Brooding over how terrible her life is became boring a long time ago, and everything had just become routine.
But this was new, this was fresh, this was an opportunity for another kind of success. An opportunity Tiffany would’ve shot in the face if she had slept with Jessica in their recent state. She made the right move, just not in the right way. Jessica struck her in the nuts with a curve ball.
Finishing the last bite of her sandwich, Tiffany stood up. It was time to come tête-à-tête with the devil herself.
Tiffany picked up the flowers and retrieved a bag of War Heads from the plastic bag. Quickly checking her appearance in the mirror, Tiffany ran her fingers through her soft tresses and put on a gentle smile that didn’t really come out right, but it was close enough for her.
Taking a deep breath, Tiffany readied herself and grabbed the cold doorknob before swinging the door open and marching over to the door just a few feet away from her.
Bringing up her hand, Tiffany struck the door a few times with her knuckles and began counting down from ten. When she received no response from the other side, she knocked again.
Still nothing.
Tiffany pursed her lips. She was trying for this stupid girl and taking a huge leap, and she didn’t even want to open the door for her? Not even a squeak? She had better be still sleeping if she wasn’t giving any kind of response.
She started knocking a little softer, but longer this time, and suddenly a voice replied.
It was soft and uninviting, but it was Jessica.
“What do you want?"
Tiffany straightened her back and squared her shoulders.
“Can we talk?”
It took approximately three seconds before the door was cracked open and a set of eyes peered through at her.
“Talk.”
Tiffany gestured to the objects in her hands to her. The bag of War Heads making that crinkling noise as Jessica finally notices them.
“A peace offering,” Tiffany states.
Jessica reaches through the crack in her door to grab the items, but Tiffany pulls them back.
“Can I come in?”
The older girl asks politely, and Jessica brings her hand back in through the door before tentatively opening it.
Tiffany walks in an immediately inspects the room. The sheets on Jessica’s bed are a mess, but nothing else has changed. She turns back around to look at Jessica when the door clicks shut again.
Again, she gestures the gifts out and Jessica plucks the bag of War Heads from her hands, leaving the flowers and silently side stepping her. The girl quietly stalks back to her bed and deftly gets under her covers.
Tiffany doesn’t speak until she hears the crackling of the bag of candy being open.
“You don’t like the flowers?”
It takes a moment too long for Jessica to reply, and Tiffany can tell it’s because she’d been popping a candy into her mouth.
“Do you know what they mean?”
Her voice is stale and hoarse, but Tiffany ignores it.
“No.”
Jessica doesn’t miss a beat before replying with a lighter voice, almost amused.
“It means a deadly foe is near.”
Tiffany’s immediately crestfallen as she looks down at the flowers. She liked them.
“Are you not gonna share the candy?”
“No.”
Tiffany shifts on her feet. She wanted some.
“Can you at least come out from under the covers?”
Jessica takes another moment too long to reply and Tiffany can tell a new piece is in her mouth.
“No. A deadly foe is near.”
Tiffany grimaces and that’s the last straw. She trudges over to the large bundle on the bed, ready to tear it off the girl.
Once the blanket is in her hands, she flings it up, ready to face the girl of her dreams, only to be met with the girl’s back.
Slowly, Jessica glances back at Tiffany with a scowl.
“Peekaboo, mother fucker.”
Tiffany purses her lips, almost gripping her hair in frustration as Jessica goes right back to the bag of candy.
“What? Is your bitch ass still upset you didn’t get any last night? Fuckin’ face me!”
Jessica instantly whips her head back to face Tiffany.
“I didn’t even want you!”
Tiffany immediately points down to a garment still strewn on the floor.
“Tell that to your Hello Kitty training bra still lying on the ground you little cunt!”
She’s had enough of Jessica giving her attitude this morning. She put effort into everything she’s done up to now and Jessica’s not the least bit grateful or aware. What a stupid, ignorant teenager.
Jessica’s countenance immediately drops and darkens. She snarls before snapping at the older girl.
“Get out. You stupid slut!”
She throws down her candy and abruptly jumps off the before attempting to shove Tiffany out the door.
Tiffany instantly shoves back and they struggle against each other for only a moment until Jessica loses her footing.
She’s tumbling to the floor and immediately shuts her eyes, awaiting the forceful impact to wrack her body, but an arm wraps around her waist and a hand is gripping her hair. Her whole body is tense and frozen in place, but it only takes a second for her to realize she’s being kissed.
She begins pushing away, trying to pry Tiffany’s lips off of her, but her feet are off the ground and she’s hardly making any progress.
Turning her head away, she’s able to get out few protests out before the hand gripping her hair pulls her right back in.
She doesn’t want this; she hates the pleasant feelings and constant burn in her gut, they make her sick, but they make her feel so loved at the same time.
Tiffany can taste the candy on Jessica’s lips. The girl is slowly giving in to her, but her arm is burning in exhaustion from holding Jessica’s body against her.
Jessica notices Tiffany’s struggle and instantly wraps her legs around the older girl’s waist. She’s given in and Tiffany breaks the kiss only to take a deep breath before diving right back in.
Jessica’s still upset, though, and she shows it through the kiss; taking Tiffany’s bottom lip between her teeth and cruelly biting down.
Tiffany winces and a whimper escapes her, but Jessica doesn’t let up until she’s tasting copper on her tongue.
The older girl quickly begins walking them back to the bed; she can’t hold them up forever, Jessica’s making her feel weak in the knees.
Jessica’s nipping at Tiffany’s wounded lip as she’s hurriedly lowered to the mattress. The girl lands with a soft grunt, temporarily breaking away from Tiffany and their kiss. She quickly grabs onto Tiffany’s forearm, jerking her to the side and throwing a leg over her, flipping their positions, efficiently holding her and straddling her down.
Meanwhile, Tiffany’s dazed and… just dazed. It feels so good.
She almost stops breathing completely when she feels Jessica’s hand firmly gripping onto her neck, stilling any form of reaction other than a struggle; just how she likes it.
Her mind becomes even more dazed and dizzy for that matter, but she’s feeling Jessica even more than she’s had before. The way the other girl is shoving her tongue down her throat like an inexperienced preteen, and the way her other hand is tightly gripping and pulling her hair, making sure the woman is her disposal.
She knows Jessica’s taking out her anger on her from last night, but she can’t help the boiling pot of conflicting emotions in her gut and stomach telling her to stay still and let the moment pass, and to reciprocate; turn the whole experience into something much kinkier than the little girl is ready for.
Tiffany’s hands are currently against the girl’s thighs, itching to move under her sweater and take back her rightful place on the throne that is Jessica’s body, but she doesn’t.
Jessica’s slowed down and released the woman’s neck so she can breathe properly, and so she can ravage and stain her skin with hickies.
The older girl sighs. The moment’s passed and as much as this was a better path, she can’t help feeling a little rueful that she didn’t take the other.
Tiffany throws the back off her hand across her eyes before jutting her chin up and allowing Jessica more skin to paint. She’s fighting back moans and her legs and feet are shifting uncomfortably, but she can’t ask Jessica to stop; she doesn’t want her to.
But, alas, the dreaded moment when she does comes just as the blissful ones had passed.
Tiffany sighs again. Jessica’s laid her head next to hers with her breaths tickling her ear. The girl’s hand is still threaded through her hair, but it’s limp and unmoving; just like Tiffany’s dick would be if she had one, but she doesn’t and she’s just currently disappointed with the moment.
“You can go on if you want.” Tiffany offers, or rather, suggests.
Jessica glimpses at what she’s already done before replying, “No thanks.”
The way Jessica answers makes Tiffany wonder how bad the damage is; she figures the worst outcome would be a hand print splayed across her neck.
Tiffany breathed in deeply, figuring she has to confront the girl sometime.
“Are you still mad?”
The girl nods and Tiffany continues.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you what you were feeling. I still kinda don’t, but I have a vague understanding.”
She turned her head to look at Jessica, but the younger buried her head into the crook of her neck.
Tiffany became a little nervous at this.
Jessica wasn’t giving her any solid leads to go on and she wanted to propose the idea of a relationship.
“Are you gonna say anything?”
Jessica hummed before kissing Tiffany’s neck. The older woman shuddered. This was getting uncomfortable; especially since Tiffany knew this intimacy wasn’t going to go any further at a time like this. She was trying to be romantically serious with the girl.
“Please say something.”
Jessica finally pulls back, looking the woman dead in the eye.
“Did you want a confession?”
Tiffany doesn’t know what to take from her expression but answers positively; in which Jessica replies, “I like you and once spring break ends, I never wanna see your face again.”
Tiffany’s instantly surprised and utterly insulted. Did she not just let Jessica take her anger out on her? Did she not just try to confront and console the girl? She gapes, harshly pulling back from Jessica.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Tiffany bellows in exasperation.
Jessica purses her lips while looking Tiffany in the eye.
“Wasn’t that your plan in the first place?”
Tiffany scoffs, staring the girl down.
“Yeah, like a year ago. I wouldn’t waste my time on a child for a one night stand- it’s called dignity, have some.”
Jessica hastily sits up, ready to serve another nasty retort, but Tiffany punches her in the underside of her elbow and has her quickly back down on the bed. She then rolls over beside Jessica and forcefully covers the girl’s mouth with her hand.
“I swear to god, start another fight with me and I will have your ass.” Tiffany cruelly states and waits for a confirmative signal from Jessica, which is the best glare the girl could muster under the pressure of her hand.
Tiffany takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but she wants to ask the question. She wants to just throw it out there and be done, but it doesn’t feel right. It feels to out of character and something too generous for the girl beneath her.
“Will…” Tiffany pauses and decides against asking as Jessica gives her a judging and questioning stare.
Instead of asking, Tiffany steels herself over, bringing herself back to the reality of their lives.
“You’ll be my girlfriend.”
It feels awkward on Tiffany’s tongue and her stomach is fluttering with anxious excitement, but this is good. The woman gazes into Jessica’s widened eyes as she slowly removes her hand from the girl’s mouth so she can speak, but for a moment Tiffany thinks Jessica would rather still have her hand covering her mouth so she wouldn’t have to talk.
Saying Jessica was surprised is an understatement. She’s utterly baffled and stupefied. Tiffany something was asking her out- well, not really asking, but proclaiming a relationship between them, and she didn’t even know the woman’s last name, which would be her future last name in the very distant future.
Jessica’s cheeks flushed bright red as her mind caught up with her in the moment and her throat suddenly feels choked up by an invisible force that’s possibly coming from her gut with all its overwhelming waves of something like pleasant nausea.
“Jessica?”
Said girl was frozen with an extraordinarily apparent blush and Tiffany’s starting to worry if she was going to pass out on her. It took a lot of guts to come out and say what damning words she had said. To state it as a fact and plan might have been too much, but Tiffany was sure it was what they both wanted.
“Jessica.”
The girl seemed to come to as her eyes rapidly blinked and her lips parted.
“What?” Her voice sounded like a gasp.
She was still out of it, but slowly coming to. Had Tiffany just asked her something?
“You’re my girlfriend.” Tiffany claims this, and the girl, and their relationship. It’s hers and it’s Jessica’s, and she’s irritatingly nervous and biting her lip while playing with a stray strand of Jessica’s hair.
Jessica’s a little wide-eyed, but slowly nods. She’s finally back in the present and processing everything just fine, but she’s just as nervous as Tiffany, if not more.
“Okay.”
Tiffany nods in return and slowly leans forward, lips puckered, and eye lashes slowly fluttering closed. Jessica stares for a moment longer before closing her own eyes. She can hear her heartbeat thrumming in her chest as she waits for that romantic life changing event.
And once soft lips meet softer lips fireworks are shooting up into the air, a parade is marching through their chests with blasting music and dancing women; they’ve never felt more alive than in this moment embraced in each other’s arms.
Chapter Fou Don't Tease Me Because I'm Your Girlfriend
Tiffany didn’t go far after she was kicked out of Jessica’s room. She only went as far as the next room over, Jay’s room.
She made refuge on the cold floor beside Jay’s desk and pressed her tired back to the cold wall that was immediately separating her from Jessica. It was almost silent, but she could hear the soft sobs penetrating the plaster, and with those sobs enwrapping her mind, she meditated.
She knew she wasn’t a responsible person to begin with, but she never knew she was this reckless either. She had prided herself in some sense of knowledge and tolerance, but this goes to show how much she still lacked.
All she wanted to do tonight was sing a song, but that was all forgotten the moment she pressed her sinful lips to Jessica’s naïve and innocent ones.
What was she thinking?
That it’d be all fine and dandy and Jessica wouldn’t have any qualms?
Leaving now was out of the question for Tiffany. For once in a long time, she doesn’t want to leave something undone and ruined.
The people she’s left before were fine, they were already messed up and disdainful, but Jessica was different. Most likely due to her age, but that wasn’t the point. Tiffany’s attached to her and she wants to go back and grab what she just threw out the window, hers and Jessica’s sanity.
She reflected relentlessly within herself as she pulled her knees up and pressed her forehead to her knee caps. Her back is becoming sore from sitting for so long, but she’s aware this is just the beginning of it.
Ruefully, she realized she wouldn’t have chosen anyone else if given the choice between Jessica and some other girl, but in her defense, she hadn’t even known Jessica was a willing choice.
Tiffany hadn’t spoken up while face-to-face with Jessica because she was confused and still processing the moment. She hadn’t intentionally hurt her, and she wants a second chance for that moment. She desires to be above Jessica again and stroking her fingers through that long brown hair.
Precariously, Tiffany bites into her knee. She’s frustrated and regretful, and she can’t just walk back into Jessica’s room averring a “Just kidding!” so they can go back to their cuddling.
She’ll be thrown right back out for being something insensitive with a curse word attached to the end.
With a long, exhausted sigh, Tiffany notices the soft noises from the other side of the wall had stopped. Jessica was either sleeping or lying there with her tear ducts emptied.
Slowly, Tiffany’s own eyes began to droop and she leaned against the hardwood desk for comfort.
That night, she dreamt about her father and his crude infidelity that had been burned into the back of her mind. He was everything she was taught to hate and she’ll never forget what he did to her and her mother.
After a long day of school and homework, she remembers seeing her father leave that evening and she just thought he was going back to work so she followed him. She followed him all the way to another large piece property on the other side of town.
It didn’t take long to figure out it was a mansion of high class escorts, especially when women in expensive dresses had come out to greet her only a few moments after she’d witnessed her father walking in.
It broke Tiffany in a way she’d never imagined recovering from. Her mother was moribund while he was sleeping with high class prostitutes, and after a little more inspection, it was a certain salacious escort that smelled like rotten peaches and bitter melon that her father favored most.
And Tiffany didn’t want to remember, but she could already smell the stench of that woman, as if she was standing in front of her, breathing against her neck, again.
A year after her mother died and only a day after she literally shot her father in the foot, she took his whole joint bank account and purchased the same whore only to witness for herself what could have been so great about the woman that her father had found so worthy to spend more of his precious time with than he did his family.
She was ultimately disappointed when all that was to greet was an ingénue who only wanted money and fancy clothing. Maybe there was more deep down, but Tiffany doubted there was much left of her anyway, she was already insufferably crude.
By then Tiffany had already been enrolled into her drug dealing and music making.
She has yet to sell a record, but she keeps her fingers crossed and mind focused on the goal.
Everything else: her health, security, emotional stability, they were all forgotten in a silent prayer that she wouldn’t have to live with her current self much longer. Either success would engulf her or death. She had to have either of the two and she never took into consideration the possibility of Jessica happening.
Not the young girl, never a young girl.
Tiffany shifts in discomfort and unwillingly opens her eyes. It’s already the crack of dawn and Jessica’s probably still sleeping.
She forces herself to get up and move, her joints cracking uncomfortably, but she wills herself forward. It’s undeniably cold and Jessica has her sweater.
Frigidly, she heads over to Jay’s closet and picks out a jacket that’s hopefully clean and pulls it over her head, then goes to her bag with her stuff in it. She’s convinced she should do something before Jessica wakes up; she needs to clear her head.
She picks out her wallet and silently heads out, but not without checking the clock, timing herself and keeping track of how long she’ll be away from Jessica’s side.
Once she’s out in the chilly city air, she decides to jog to the convenience store.
It’s five in the morning, and the streets are desolate. People are enjoying their mornings in bed while she’s out getting something to snack on, and who knows, maybe, perhaps, miraculously, she’ll stumble upon the solution to all her problems.
*
When Tiffany gets back to the house she decides to peak into Jessica’s room to check on her, only to find the door locked, of course.
She solemnly stalks back into Jay’s room and sits in her new favorite spot with a plastic bag from the convenience store and two strange tall purple flowers. She hadn’t stumbled upon any solutions during her journey, but she did find this pretty flower bush on the way back, so she decided to pick a couple, no matter how stupid and childish she felt at the moment; besides, if it’s any competition of who’s stupider, Jessica wins by default.
Tiffany played with its many little purple petals hanging off of the stem, they were soft and inviting, with residue clinging to its skin. She admired it for its uniqueness and decided roses are extraordinarily cliché and these are totally cool, Jessica will like them.
After inspecting the flowers thoroughly, Tiffany put them down and dug through her plastic bag before pulling out the store-made sandwich. She was starving and she didn’t know how to cook.
Jessica didn’t seem like she’d be coming around anytime soon either so Tiffany took this time to revitalize herself and figure some things out.
Dating Jessica would be fine as long as they kept it a secret, especially from her crew. And this is a big leap, no, a huge leap, as a matter of fact. There were so many things Tiffany would have to deal with. Jessica’s only sixteen and she’s twenty three. This isn’t legal, but when was anything she did legal? It was quite a thrill, anyway.
Jessica didn’t like her drug dealing, though, and how was she supposed to deal with that if she hurt the girl’s feelings every time she went out to get money?
Tiffany began chewing her food slowly, deducing the pros and cons.
She can’t really have sex with the girl either, especially if children’s underwear is the only thing awaiting her arrival besides Jessica’s desperate need for her affection.
Sighing, Tiffany took a large bite of her sandwich. What would she do if she wanted to get off? She never liked the thought of using her own hands, and going out to get other women would be out of the question with Jessica.
This was a big leap indeed, but one she was willing to risk if she could make her old dreams of a perfect relationship come true. All she wanted was something real; something to hold onto and work with towards a shared dream.
That was the ultimate goal of a relationship right? Like what she imagined her parents’ marriage to be like before everything went downhill. Everything would be worth it if she could have that feeling of someone walking with her again.
She wanted someone to walk through life with and look back on memories with. She faintly remembers the family albums her mother kept in their family room. They were on the very bottom shelf, polished and clean because Tiffany would always take them back out and gaze at all the different memories.
She can see herself doing that with Jessica. They’d remember their first date as the day Tiffany first took Jessica out to eat and before they could even get to the restaurant, Jessica was throwing a fit over her jokes.
A small smile made its way onto Tiffany’s lips as her sandwich rested between her two fingers, only a single bite left. She was awfully melancholic about her past, but she wanted enjoyment in her life now. Brooding over how terrible her life is became boring a long time ago, and everything had just become routine.
But this was new, this was fresh, this was an opportunity for another kind of success. An opportunity Tiffany would’ve shot in the face if she had slept with Jessica in their recent state. She made the right move, just not in the right way. Jessica struck her in the nuts with a curve ball.
Finishing the last bite of her sandwich, Tiffany stood up. It was time to come tête-à-tête with the devil herself.
Tiffany picked up the flowers and retrieved a bag of War Heads from the plastic bag. Quickly checking her appearance in the mirror, Tiffany ran her fingers through her soft tresses and put on a gentle smile that didn’t really come out right, but it was close enough for her.
Taking a deep breath, Tiffany readied herself and grabbed the cold doorknob before swinging the door open and marching over to the door just a few feet away from her.
Bringing up her hand, Tiffany struck the door a few times with her knuckles and began counting down from ten. When she received no response from the other side, she knocked again.
Still nothing.
Tiffany pursed her lips. She was trying for this stupid girl and taking a huge leap, and she didn’t even want to open the door for her? Not even a squeak? She had better be still sleeping if she wasn’t giving any kind of response.
She started knocking a little softer, but longer this time, and suddenly a voice replied.
It was soft and uninviting, but it was Jessica.
“What do you want?"
Tiffany straightened her back and squared her shoulders.
“Can we talk?”
It took approximately three seconds before the door was cracked open and a set of eyes peered through at her.
“Talk.”
Tiffany gestured to the objects in her hands to her. The bag of War Heads making that crinkling noise as Jessica finally notices them.
“A peace offering,” Tiffany states.
Jessica reaches through the crack in her door to grab the items, but Tiffany pulls them back.
“Can I come in?”
The older girl asks politely, and Jessica brings her hand back in through the door before tentatively opening it.
Tiffany walks in an immediately inspects the room. The sheets on Jessica’s bed are a mess, but nothing else has changed. She turns back around to look at Jessica when the door clicks shut again.
Again, she gestures the gifts out and Jessica plucks the bag of War Heads from her hands, leaving the flowers and silently side stepping her. The girl quietly stalks back to her bed and deftly gets under her covers.
Tiffany doesn’t speak until she hears the crackling of the bag of candy being open.
“You don’t like the flowers?”
It takes a moment too long for Jessica to reply, and Tiffany can tell it’s because she’d been popping a candy into her mouth.
“Do you know what they mean?”
Her voice is stale and hoarse, but Tiffany ignores it.
“No.”
Jessica doesn’t miss a beat before replying with a lighter voice, almost amused.
“It means a deadly foe is near.”
Tiffany’s immediately crestfallen as she looks down at the flowers. She liked them.
“Are you not gonna share the candy?”
“No.”
Tiffany shifts on her feet. She wanted some.
“Can you at least come out from under the covers?”
Jessica takes another moment too long to reply and Tiffany can tell a new piece is in her mouth.
“No. A deadly foe is near.”
Tiffany grimaces and that’s the last straw. She trudges over to the large bundle on the bed, ready to tear it off the girl.
Once the blanket is in her hands, she flings it up, ready to face the girl of her dreams, only to be met with the girl’s back.
Slowly, Jessica glances back at Tiffany with a scowl.
“Peekaboo, mother fucker.”
Tiffany purses her lips, almost gripping her hair in frustration as Jessica goes right back to the bag of candy.
“What? Is your bitch ass still upset you didn’t get any last night? Fuckin’ face me!”
Jessica instantly whips her head back to face Tiffany.
“I didn’t even want you!”
Tiffany immediately points down to a garment still strewn on the floor.
“Tell that to your Hello Kitty training bra still lying on the ground you little cunt!”
She’s had enough of Jessica giving her attitude this morning. She put effort into everything she’s done up to now and Jessica’s not the least bit grateful or aware. What a stupid, ignorant teenager.
Jessica’s countenance immediately drops and darkens. She snarls before snapping at the older girl.
“Get out. You stupid slut!”
She throws down her candy and abruptly jumps off the before attempting to shove Tiffany out the door.
Tiffany instantly shoves back and they struggle against each other for only a moment until Jessica loses her footing.
She’s tumbling to the floor and immediately shuts her eyes, awaiting the forceful impact to wrack her body, but an arm wraps around her waist and a hand is gripping her hair. Her whole body is tense and frozen in place, but it only takes a second for her to realize she’s being kissed.
She begins pushing away, trying to pry Tiffany’s lips off of her, but her feet are off the ground and she’s hardly making any progress.
Turning her head away, she’s able to get out few protests out before the hand gripping her hair pulls her right back in.
She doesn’t want this; she hates the pleasant feelings and constant burn in her gut, they make her sick, but they make her feel so loved at the same time.
Tiffany can taste the candy on Jessica’s lips. The girl is slowly giving in to her, but her arm is burning in exhaustion from holding Jessica’s body against her.
Jessica notices Tiffany’s struggle and instantly wraps her legs around the older girl’s waist. She’s given in and Tiffany breaks the kiss only to take a deep breath before diving right back in.
Jessica’s still upset, though, and she shows it through the kiss; taking Tiffany’s bottom lip between her teeth and cruelly biting down.
Tiffany winces and a whimper escapes her, but Jessica doesn’t let up until she’s tasting copper on her tongue.
The older girl quickly begins walking them back to the bed; she can’t hold them up forever, Jessica’s making her feel weak in the knees.
Jessica’s nipping at Tiffany’s wounded lip as she’s hurriedly lowered to the mattress. The girl lands with a soft grunt, temporarily breaking away from Tiffany and their kiss. She quickly grabs onto Tiffany’s forearm, jerking her to the side and throwing a leg over her, flipping their positions, efficiently holding her and straddling her down.
Meanwhile, Tiffany’s dazed and… just dazed. It feels so good.
She almost stops breathing completely when she feels Jessica’s hand firmly gripping onto her neck, stilling any form of reaction other than a struggle; just how she likes it.
Her mind becomes even more dazed and dizzy for that matter, but she’s feeling Jessica even more than she’s had before. The way the other girl is shoving her tongue down her throat like an inexperienced preteen, and the way her other hand is tightly gripping and pulling her hair, making sure the woman is her disposal.
She knows Jessica’s taking out her anger on her from last night, but she can’t help the boiling pot of conflicting emotions in her gut and stomach telling her to stay still and let the moment pass, and to reciprocate; turn the whole experience into something much kinkier than the little girl is ready for.
Tiffany’s hands are currently against the girl’s thighs, itching to move under her sweater and take back her rightful place on the throne that is Jessica’s body, but she doesn’t.
Jessica’s slowed down and released the woman’s neck so she can breathe properly, and so she can ravage and stain her skin with hickies.
The older girl sighs. The moment’s passed and as much as this was a better path, she can’t help feeling a little rueful that she didn’t take the other.
Tiffany throws the back off her hand across her eyes before jutting her chin up and allowing Jessica more skin to paint. She’s fighting back moans and her legs and feet are shifting uncomfortably, but she can’t ask Jessica to stop; she doesn’t want her to.
But, alas, the dreaded moment when she does comes just as the blissful ones had passed.
Tiffany sighs again. Jessica’s laid her head next to hers with her breaths tickling her ear. The girl’s hand is still threaded through her hair, but it’s limp and unmoving; just like Tiffany’s dick would be if she had one, but she doesn’t and she’s just currently disappointed with the moment.
“You can go on if you want.” Tiffany offers, or rather, suggests.
Jessica glimpses at what she’s already done before replying, “No thanks.”
The way Jessica answers makes Tiffany wonder how bad the damage is; she figures the worst outcome would be a hand print splayed across her neck.
Tiffany breathed in deeply, figuring she has to confront the girl sometime.
“Are you still mad?”
The girl nods and Tiffany continues.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you what you were feeling. I still kinda don’t, but I have a vague understanding.”
She turned her head to look at Jessica, but the younger buried her head into the crook of her neck.
Tiffany became a little nervous at this.
Jessica wasn’t giving her any solid leads to go on and she wanted to propose the idea of a relationship.
“Are you gonna say anything?”
Jessica hummed before kissing Tiffany’s neck. The older woman shuddered. This was getting uncomfortable; especially since Tiffany knew this intimacy wasn’t going to go any further at a time like this. She was trying to be romantically serious with the girl.
“Please say something.”
Jessica finally pulls back, looking the woman dead in the eye.
“Did you want a confession?”
Tiffany doesn’t know what to take from her expression but answers positively; in which Jessica replies, “I like you and once spring break ends, I never wanna see your face again.”
Tiffany’s instantly surprised and utterly insulted. Did she not just let Jessica take her anger out on her? Did she not just try to confront and console the girl? She gapes, harshly pulling back from Jessica.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Tiffany bellows in exasperation.
Jessica purses her lips while looking Tiffany in the eye.
“Wasn’t that your plan in the first place?”
Tiffany scoffs, staring the girl down.
“Yeah, like a year ago. I wouldn’t waste my time on a child for a one night stand- it’s called dignity, have some.”
Jessica hastily sits up, ready to serve another nasty retort, but Tiffany punches her in the underside of her elbow and has her quickly back down on the bed. She then rolls over beside Jessica and forcefully covers the girl’s mouth with her hand.
“I swear to god, start another fight with me and I will have your ass.” Tiffany cruelly states and waits for a confirmative signal from Jessica, which is the best glare the girl could muster under the pressure of her hand.
Tiffany takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but she wants to ask the question. She wants to just throw it out there and be done, but it doesn’t feel right. It feels to out of character and something too generous for the girl beneath her.
“Will…” Tiffany pauses and decides against asking as Jessica gives her a judging and questioning stare.
Instead of asking, Tiffany steels herself over, bringing herself back to the reality of their lives.
“You’ll be my girlfriend.”
It feels awkward on Tiffany’s tongue and her stomach is fluttering with anxious excitement, but this is good. The woman gazes into Jessica’s widened eyes as she slowly removes her hand from the girl’s mouth so she can speak, but for a moment Tiffany thinks Jessica would rather still have her hand covering her mouth so she wouldn’t have to talk.
Saying Jessica was surprised is an understatement. She’s utterly baffled and stupefied. Tiffany something was asking her out- well, not really asking, but proclaiming a relationship between them, and she didn’t even know the woman’s last name, which would be her future last name in the very distant future.
Jessica’s cheeks flushed bright red as her mind caught up with her in the moment and her throat suddenly feels choked up by an invisible force that’s possibly coming from her gut with all its overwhelming waves of something like pleasant nausea.
“Jessica?”
Said girl was frozen with an extraordinarily apparent blush and Tiffany’s starting to worry if she was going to pass out on her. It took a lot of guts to come out and say what damning words she had said. To state it as a fact and plan might have been too much, but Tiffany was sure it was what they both wanted.
“Jessica.”
The girl seemed to come to as her eyes rapidly blinked and her lips parted.
“What?” Her voice sounded like a gasp.
She was still out of it, but slowly coming to. Had Tiffany just asked her something?
“You’re my girlfriend.” Tiffany claims this, and the girl, and their relationship. It’s hers and it’s Jessica’s, and she’s irritatingly nervous and biting her lip while playing with a stray strand of Jessica’s hair.
Jessica’s a little wide-eyed, but slowly nods. She’s finally back in the present and processing everything just fine, but she’s just as nervous as Tiffany, if not more.
“Okay.”
Tiffany nods in return and slowly leans forward, lips puckered, and eye lashes slowly fluttering closed. Jessica stares for a moment longer before closing her own eyes. She can hear her heartbeat thrumming in her chest as she waits for that romantic life changing event.
And once soft lips meet softer lips fireworks are shooting up into the air, a parade is marching through their chests with blasting music and dancing women; they’ve never felt more alive than in this moment embraced in each other’s arms.