Contours
Title: Contours
Pairing: Greta Salpeter/Hayley Williams
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Enjoying the party?" Hayley asks, hand on Greta's thigh through her dress.
Disclaimer: I don't own these girls and this never, ever happened.
Author's Note: Happy 2008, everyone!
It was one of those parties that Greta didn’t really want to go to, but it was better than staying home and watching reruns of Jon & Kate Plus Eight all night again. So she paints her nails light pink, puts on the dress she had bought next week and calls Darren because she doesn’t like walking into parties alone. Darren calls twenty minutes later to say he’s pulling into her street and she slips into her shoes and locks the door behind her.
They have to park a little away from where the party’s being held, actually, because it’s a suburban neighborhood and the streets surrounding the house are already lined with cars. The night air is just a little crisp and Greta wishes she had though to grab a jacket as the wind raises goosebumps on her bare arms. The house that’s hosting the party is a two-story brick place with minimal landscaping: just some bushes around the driveway and a flowerbed next to the front door. However, the lawn is decorated with people, plastic cups glinting in their hands, outside for a breath of fresh air but still swaying to the beat that can be heard from inside the house.
Greta holds Darren’s arm as they stumble up the driveway and in the front door, but looses him about as soon as they step into the hallway. He spots someone he recognizes and then he’s off, darting between people in the crowd. She spots him later, leaning against a wall, arm around a pretty brunette, sipping from a plastic cup and gesturing wildly with his free arm. Luckily, half the world seems to be packed into the house and Greta runs into the Butcher and his girlfriend in the living room.
She talks to them for a while, until the Butcher’s hands start slipping lower and lower on his girlfriend’s waist and the girlfriend starts pressing her face into the Butcher’s neck. They stumble towards the front door and she moves into what must be an entertainment room where she is swept up into a hug by Pat D’Andrea. They chat for a while, idle, meaningless chatter because they haven’t seen each other in a while. Eventually he gets pulled away by a kid in a bright green shirt and she’s left, shoulder pressed against the wall, reminded why she doesn’t go to parties a lot.
She wanders a little, down a hallway and out a sliding door onto a deck. There’s a couple making out on a lawn chair to her left and she moves away, twirling a little to the left and looking up at the sky. It’s still cold and she shivers a little and closes her eyes. She’s more tired than she realized; maybe staying home would have been better.
“Cold?” A soft voice asks from next to her. Greta suppresses a jump and opens her eyes, turning toward the glint of red to her right.
“A little,” Greta replies with a soft laugh. The girl next to her is tiny, short and petite with bright red hair hanging to her shoulders and bangs hiding her eyes. She’s smiling, bright and big showing white teeth and lighting up her face. She’s recognizable, immediately to Greta though they’ve only met briefly, as Hayley Williams.
Hayley presses up against her side. “Body heat?” She offers and giggles, sending a new shiver down Greta’s spine.
Greta presses closer. “Always works,” she replies.
“Enjoying the party?” Hayley asks, hand on Greta’s thigh through her dress.
“Been to better.”
“Yeah,” Hayley smiles again. “I’m not much of a party person.”
“Well, it’s a little less pathetic than staying home and watching TLC all night.”
“Jon & Kate Plus Eight?” Hayley asks. “Those kids are so adorable.”
“I know,” Greta mutters. Hayley’s head is right next to her cheek and her hair smells vaguely fruity and soapy.
Hayley leans back a little so she can look up into Greta’s face. “Your hair is nice,” she comments, reaching up to tug on a curl, cold fingers brushing Greta’s jaw.
“Really?” Greta says. “So is yours.”
“My’s kind of . . . wild. Your’s is very traditional pretty.”
“Well, thank you.” Greta states, reaching out to brush a strand of hair off Hayley’s cheek. Hayley’s hair is soft under her fingers and her body is comfortable against Greta’s.
Greta runs her fingers down Hayley’s face, ghosting them over the corner of Hayley’s mouth. Hayley turns just a little so her lips press against Greta’s fingers. Greta’s finger is sticky with lipgloss as she pulls it away.
Hayley’s biting her lip and glancing into Greta’s face and down at the compacted wood of the deck. “I don’t usually do things like this,” she says and laughs. “That sounded really stupid. But you’re kind of gorgeous.” And she surges up onto her tiptoes and presses her lips against Greta’s.
Greta’s kissed girls before, only a couple. Her best friend back in high school. Emily the tour manager, mostly for the entertainment of the guys during long tour nights. But this is different. She wants it this time, wants to wrap her hands around Hayley’s slim waist and pull her soft body into Greta’s. Hayley’s lips are a little chapped and a little sticky with lipgloss, but Greta’s own are dry.
Greta pulls back first, but only because she’s running out of air. She slips a hand onto the curve of Hayley’s waist so the girl can’t back away.
“Wow,” Hayley comments. “Well, you’re not running away and I guess that’s a good sign.”
“Definitely a good sign,” Greta replies.
“So I’m maybe being a little forward,” Hayley giggles and Greta’s insides grow warm. “But do you wanna, maybe, get out of here?”
“Love to,” Greta says, leaning down to press her lips against Hayley’s again, briefly.
“So do you have a car here or something? `Cause I don’t.”
“Ack,” Greta mutters. “No. I rode with Darren.”
“That’s a bit of an obstacle, then.”
“Maybe we can steal Darren’s car. I’m pretty sure he’s not in any state to be driving, anyway.” Greta says. It’s kind of mean, but Darren can probably find another ride home.
“So, should we find Darren?” Hayley asks.
“Yeah,” Greta replies and reaches down to grab Hayley’s hand so they don’t get separated. They move quickly back inside and only have to search two rooms before they find Darren on a couch, the same pretty brunette from earlier in his lap.
“Darren,” Greta says sweetly, dropping Hayley’s hand and slipping down into the small amount of space between Darren and the guy sitting next to him.
“Hey, Greta!” He exclaims excitedly.
“Darren,” Greta repeats, “Can I take your car?”
“You want,” he states after a minute, “To take my car?”
“Yeah,” she replies. “I’m kind of ready to go home and without a ride.”
Darren seems to contemplate this for a moment and then smiles wide, squeezing the brunette’s waist. “Okay.”
“Really?” Greta asks.
“As long as you don’t wreck it or anything.”
“Of course not,” Greta says, accepting the keys from him. “Just, call Chris or Bob or someone if you need a ride home, okay?”
She stands up and grabs Hayley’s hand again. Hayley smiles and slides closer to Greta as they walk away.
“Ooh, Greta!” She can hear Darren call behind her.
“You need to tell anyone you’re leaving?” Greta asks right into Hayley’s ear, so close that her lips brush the cool skin. Haley shivers.
“Probably should,” she replies and they have to search two more rooms until they find Zac in the middle of a crowd of boisterous people and Hayley breaks away to talk to him. She gestures a little at Greta and a knowing smile spreads over Zac’s face. He claps her on the back and goes back to his conversation as Hayley makers her way back to Greta.
They manage to weave their way through the rest of the party and out the front door. Hayley slips her arms around Greta’s waist as they wander down the street towards Darren’s car. They find it with relative ease and Greta adjusts the driver’s seat while Hayley slips into the passenger seat. Darren’s got This Is Me Smiling playing low on the stereo and conversation is light, mostly about music and books as they navigate the streets to Greta’s apartment.
Greta parks in visitor parking and leans over to kiss Hayley, a tangle of tongues and fingers on waists, before getting out. She locks the car behind them, a loud click and the headlights flash, sending orange and yellow tones over Hayley’s face and hair.
They kiss in the elevator on the way up to Greta’s floor, slow and leisurely, exploring each other’s mouths, hands safely on waists and tangled in hair. By the time the elevator door slides open, Hayley’s lips are swollen and red from Greta’s kisses.
Greta digs for her key as they come to her door and opens the door with only a little trouble. She slips her shoes off as soon as she gets inside, out of habit, and notices Hayley does the same. Greta turns to Hayley and presses her against the wall as the door falls closed behind them. Hayley gasps as Greta’s fingers press hard into her hips and Greta’s lips press against her jaw.
They make their way down the hallway, not bothering to turn on any light. Greta shoulders the door of her room open and kicks it closed behind them; she almost trips over a laundry basket in her rush to get Hayley onto the bed. There’s only a little light in the room, spilling through the window from the streetlights and stars outside, but it falls just right on Hayley’s face so Greta can see the freckles decorating her cheeks and the hazy gleam in her eyes.
Hayley reaches up and grabs the back of Greta’s head, pulling her into a kiss. Hayley’s hands shift from Greta’s waist up to rub at her breasts through her dress and bra. Her hands make wide, soft circles, just brushing Greta’s nipples. Greta gasps into Hayley’s mouth and pulls back a little. She shifts back so she’s sitting in the V between Hayley’s legs, thighs thrown over Hayley’s. She reaches over to pull at the side zipper on her dress, pulling it down, letting the dress gap open to show golden skin and the lacy material of her bra. She pulls the dress up, over her head and hears Hayley’s breath catch as she’s left in pale pink panties and a white bra. She puts both hands just above Hayley’s knees and slides them up until she reaches the junction of Hayley’s thighs. She snaps the elastic material in the leg holes of Hayley’s underwear before moving back down to tug Hayley’s dress up. Hayley raises her hips and arches her back off the mattress to allows Greta to tug the dress up her body. She raises her arms and Greta pulls the dress completely off, leaving Hayley’s hair a little messy.
One of Greta’s hands moves to stroke Hayley’s hair and she leans down to kiss her again, hard and passionate. Hayley locks her arms around Greta’s back and rolls them so she’s on top. She breaks the kiss and her hands travel to the clasp of Greta’s bra behind her back. She lowers her mouth to the curve of Greta’s breast and kisses and licks gently. Her hands struggle just a little with the clasp and then Greta’s bra is undone, hanging lose around her arms and Hayley’s tugging it off and tossing it on the floor. Her mouth moves down a little and Greta gasps as Hayley’s mouth closes around her nipple, sucking and nipping. Hayley’s hands move forward to trial up the curve of Greta’s stomach and squeeze her breast as she continues to suck.
“H-Hayley,” Greta mutters as Hayley moves to the next nipple. “Hayley,” Greta repeats and pulls her up to kiss her. Hayley pulls back from the kiss, sucking Greta’s lower lip into her mouth, and sits up, balanced on Greta’s hips. She reaches back to undo the clasp on her own bra and it falls onto to Greta’s stomach; Greta brushes it onto the floor and pulls Hayley back down to another kiss. Hayley’s skin is warm against Greta’s and her breasts press against Greta’s. Greta’s never felt anything like it, the soft curves of Hayley’s body and the warmth enveloping her all over.
Greta’s hands make their way to Hayley’s back and slide down the back of her panties as Hayley kisses up her cheek, across her nose, and back down to her mouth. Greta’s hands rest lightly on Hayley’s ass and the muscles clench beneath Greta’s fingers. Greta moves her hands back up to hook in the waistband of Haley’s underwear and tug it down, over her hips and down her thighs. Hayley pulls a hand back to push her underwear down to her ankles and then kicks them off. Her fingers then move to the waistband of Greta’s underwear and Greta lifts her hips, forcing Hayley’s body up, so Hayley can tug her underwear down and off.
Hayley collapses back down, completely naked, on top of Greta. Hayley forces a hand between their bodies and runs it down Greta’s pussy, pushing between the lips and moving to rub circles into her clit. Greta moans, low and loud into Hayley’s mouth. Hayley smiles against Greta’s lips and pulls back to rest her forehead against Greta’s. She rubs Greta’s clit harder and then starts to slide down Greta’s body, her nipples dragging across Greta’s stomach. She starts kissing at Greta’s bellybutton and kisses her way down. She stops to press one light kiss to Greta’s clit and then moves further down to press her tongue into Greta. Greta gasps and tries not to buck her hips up into Hayley’s mouth. Hayley moves her tongue in and fucking, fucking Greta with it, and then moves back up to suck Greta’s clit into her mouth. She replaces her tongue with two fingers, pressing them in hard. Greta writhes and Hayley sucks harder. She works her fingers in and out of Greta, adding a third and Greta can’t do anything except lay there and moan. Hayley presses her tongue against Greta’s clit and moves her fingers harder and faster and Greta cries out and comes, hard, hard, almost forcing Hayley’s fingers out of her.
Hayley moves up a little to rest her head on Greta’s stomach and kiss her hipbone. Greta takes a couple of deep breaths and pulls Hayley up into another kiss. Hayley tastes familiar, like Greta, a little sweet and stale. Hayley sighs into Greta’s mouth and Greta rolls them over again so she’s hovering over Hayley. She moves down to suck one of Hayley’s nipples into her mouth, moving her hand to cup Hayley’s other breast. Hayley moans just loud enough for Greta to hear. Greta smiles and moves to the other nipples before licking her way down Hayley’s stomach. She drags her nose through Hayley’s pubic hair and stops to suck on Hayley’s clit. She moves one hand to press into Hayley, just one finger at first. She rotates the finger, moving it slowly in and out. Hayley gasps and groans and pushes her hips down onto Greta’s hand. “More,” she forces out, and Greta uses her teeth to brush lightly over Hayley’s clit as she adds a second finger, equally as slowly. She adds a third soon after and begins to pick up pace, slowly and steadily. Soon her fingers are moving in and out of Hayley so fast they’re a blur and she’s sucking hard on Hayley’s clit. “Greta,” Hayley moans, “Greta,” and she tightens around Greta’s fingers, body shaking as she comes.
Greta withdraws her fingers from Hayley’s clit and inserts them into her mouth, sucking off anything that might be clinging to them. She moves up to press a close mouthed kiss to Hayley’s lips. “You’re amazing,” Hayley whispers with an exhausted smile as Greta draws back.
“You’re pretty good yourself,” Greta replies, reaching up to tug the blankets on her bed out from under their sweaty bodies. She pulls them down enough that they can both struggle under them and throws a leg over Hayley’s thighs. Hayley presses a kiss to Greta’s temple and snuggles closer.
Pairing: Greta Salpeter/Hayley Williams
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Enjoying the party?" Hayley asks, hand on Greta's thigh through her dress.
Disclaimer: I don't own these girls and this never, ever happened.
Author's Note: Happy 2008, everyone!
It was one of those parties that Greta didn’t really want to go to, but it was better than staying home and watching reruns of Jon & Kate Plus Eight all night again. So she paints her nails light pink, puts on the dress she had bought next week and calls Darren because she doesn’t like walking into parties alone. Darren calls twenty minutes later to say he’s pulling into her street and she slips into her shoes and locks the door behind her.
They have to park a little away from where the party’s being held, actually, because it’s a suburban neighborhood and the streets surrounding the house are already lined with cars. The night air is just a little crisp and Greta wishes she had though to grab a jacket as the wind raises goosebumps on her bare arms. The house that’s hosting the party is a two-story brick place with minimal landscaping: just some bushes around the driveway and a flowerbed next to the front door. However, the lawn is decorated with people, plastic cups glinting in their hands, outside for a breath of fresh air but still swaying to the beat that can be heard from inside the house.
Greta holds Darren’s arm as they stumble up the driveway and in the front door, but looses him about as soon as they step into the hallway. He spots someone he recognizes and then he’s off, darting between people in the crowd. She spots him later, leaning against a wall, arm around a pretty brunette, sipping from a plastic cup and gesturing wildly with his free arm. Luckily, half the world seems to be packed into the house and Greta runs into the Butcher and his girlfriend in the living room.
She talks to them for a while, until the Butcher’s hands start slipping lower and lower on his girlfriend’s waist and the girlfriend starts pressing her face into the Butcher’s neck. They stumble towards the front door and she moves into what must be an entertainment room where she is swept up into a hug by Pat D’Andrea. They chat for a while, idle, meaningless chatter because they haven’t seen each other in a while. Eventually he gets pulled away by a kid in a bright green shirt and she’s left, shoulder pressed against the wall, reminded why she doesn’t go to parties a lot.
She wanders a little, down a hallway and out a sliding door onto a deck. There’s a couple making out on a lawn chair to her left and she moves away, twirling a little to the left and looking up at the sky. It’s still cold and she shivers a little and closes her eyes. She’s more tired than she realized; maybe staying home would have been better.
“Cold?” A soft voice asks from next to her. Greta suppresses a jump and opens her eyes, turning toward the glint of red to her right.
“A little,” Greta replies with a soft laugh. The girl next to her is tiny, short and petite with bright red hair hanging to her shoulders and bangs hiding her eyes. She’s smiling, bright and big showing white teeth and lighting up her face. She’s recognizable, immediately to Greta though they’ve only met briefly, as Hayley Williams.
Hayley presses up against her side. “Body heat?” She offers and giggles, sending a new shiver down Greta’s spine.
Greta presses closer. “Always works,” she replies.
“Enjoying the party?” Hayley asks, hand on Greta’s thigh through her dress.
“Been to better.”
“Yeah,” Hayley smiles again. “I’m not much of a party person.”
“Well, it’s a little less pathetic than staying home and watching TLC all night.”
“Jon & Kate Plus Eight?” Hayley asks. “Those kids are so adorable.”
“I know,” Greta mutters. Hayley’s head is right next to her cheek and her hair smells vaguely fruity and soapy.
Hayley leans back a little so she can look up into Greta’s face. “Your hair is nice,” she comments, reaching up to tug on a curl, cold fingers brushing Greta’s jaw.
“Really?” Greta says. “So is yours.”
“My’s kind of . . . wild. Your’s is very traditional pretty.”
“Well, thank you.” Greta states, reaching out to brush a strand of hair off Hayley’s cheek. Hayley’s hair is soft under her fingers and her body is comfortable against Greta’s.
Greta runs her fingers down Hayley’s face, ghosting them over the corner of Hayley’s mouth. Hayley turns just a little so her lips press against Greta’s fingers. Greta’s finger is sticky with lipgloss as she pulls it away.
Hayley’s biting her lip and glancing into Greta’s face and down at the compacted wood of the deck. “I don’t usually do things like this,” she says and laughs. “That sounded really stupid. But you’re kind of gorgeous.” And she surges up onto her tiptoes and presses her lips against Greta’s.
Greta’s kissed girls before, only a couple. Her best friend back in high school. Emily the tour manager, mostly for the entertainment of the guys during long tour nights. But this is different. She wants it this time, wants to wrap her hands around Hayley’s slim waist and pull her soft body into Greta’s. Hayley’s lips are a little chapped and a little sticky with lipgloss, but Greta’s own are dry.
Greta pulls back first, but only because she’s running out of air. She slips a hand onto the curve of Hayley’s waist so the girl can’t back away.
“Wow,” Hayley comments. “Well, you’re not running away and I guess that’s a good sign.”
“Definitely a good sign,” Greta replies.
“So I’m maybe being a little forward,” Hayley giggles and Greta’s insides grow warm. “But do you wanna, maybe, get out of here?”
“Love to,” Greta says, leaning down to press her lips against Hayley’s again, briefly.
“So do you have a car here or something? `Cause I don’t.”
“Ack,” Greta mutters. “No. I rode with Darren.”
“That’s a bit of an obstacle, then.”
“Maybe we can steal Darren’s car. I’m pretty sure he’s not in any state to be driving, anyway.” Greta says. It’s kind of mean, but Darren can probably find another ride home.
“So, should we find Darren?” Hayley asks.
“Yeah,” Greta replies and reaches down to grab Hayley’s hand so they don’t get separated. They move quickly back inside and only have to search two rooms before they find Darren on a couch, the same pretty brunette from earlier in his lap.
“Darren,” Greta says sweetly, dropping Hayley’s hand and slipping down into the small amount of space between Darren and the guy sitting next to him.
“Hey, Greta!” He exclaims excitedly.
“Darren,” Greta repeats, “Can I take your car?”
“You want,” he states after a minute, “To take my car?”
“Yeah,” she replies. “I’m kind of ready to go home and without a ride.”
Darren seems to contemplate this for a moment and then smiles wide, squeezing the brunette’s waist. “Okay.”
“Really?” Greta asks.
“As long as you don’t wreck it or anything.”
“Of course not,” Greta says, accepting the keys from him. “Just, call Chris or Bob or someone if you need a ride home, okay?”
She stands up and grabs Hayley’s hand again. Hayley smiles and slides closer to Greta as they walk away.
“Ooh, Greta!” She can hear Darren call behind her.
“You need to tell anyone you’re leaving?” Greta asks right into Hayley’s ear, so close that her lips brush the cool skin. Haley shivers.
“Probably should,” she replies and they have to search two more rooms until they find Zac in the middle of a crowd of boisterous people and Hayley breaks away to talk to him. She gestures a little at Greta and a knowing smile spreads over Zac’s face. He claps her on the back and goes back to his conversation as Hayley makers her way back to Greta.
They manage to weave their way through the rest of the party and out the front door. Hayley slips her arms around Greta’s waist as they wander down the street towards Darren’s car. They find it with relative ease and Greta adjusts the driver’s seat while Hayley slips into the passenger seat. Darren’s got This Is Me Smiling playing low on the stereo and conversation is light, mostly about music and books as they navigate the streets to Greta’s apartment.
Greta parks in visitor parking and leans over to kiss Hayley, a tangle of tongues and fingers on waists, before getting out. She locks the car behind them, a loud click and the headlights flash, sending orange and yellow tones over Hayley’s face and hair.
They kiss in the elevator on the way up to Greta’s floor, slow and leisurely, exploring each other’s mouths, hands safely on waists and tangled in hair. By the time the elevator door slides open, Hayley’s lips are swollen and red from Greta’s kisses.
Greta digs for her key as they come to her door and opens the door with only a little trouble. She slips her shoes off as soon as she gets inside, out of habit, and notices Hayley does the same. Greta turns to Hayley and presses her against the wall as the door falls closed behind them. Hayley gasps as Greta’s fingers press hard into her hips and Greta’s lips press against her jaw.
They make their way down the hallway, not bothering to turn on any light. Greta shoulders the door of her room open and kicks it closed behind them; she almost trips over a laundry basket in her rush to get Hayley onto the bed. There’s only a little light in the room, spilling through the window from the streetlights and stars outside, but it falls just right on Hayley’s face so Greta can see the freckles decorating her cheeks and the hazy gleam in her eyes.
Hayley reaches up and grabs the back of Greta’s head, pulling her into a kiss. Hayley’s hands shift from Greta’s waist up to rub at her breasts through her dress and bra. Her hands make wide, soft circles, just brushing Greta’s nipples. Greta gasps into Hayley’s mouth and pulls back a little. She shifts back so she’s sitting in the V between Hayley’s legs, thighs thrown over Hayley’s. She reaches over to pull at the side zipper on her dress, pulling it down, letting the dress gap open to show golden skin and the lacy material of her bra. She pulls the dress up, over her head and hears Hayley’s breath catch as she’s left in pale pink panties and a white bra. She puts both hands just above Hayley’s knees and slides them up until she reaches the junction of Hayley’s thighs. She snaps the elastic material in the leg holes of Hayley’s underwear before moving back down to tug Hayley’s dress up. Hayley raises her hips and arches her back off the mattress to allows Greta to tug the dress up her body. She raises her arms and Greta pulls the dress completely off, leaving Hayley’s hair a little messy.
One of Greta’s hands moves to stroke Hayley’s hair and she leans down to kiss her again, hard and passionate. Hayley locks her arms around Greta’s back and rolls them so she’s on top. She breaks the kiss and her hands travel to the clasp of Greta’s bra behind her back. She lowers her mouth to the curve of Greta’s breast and kisses and licks gently. Her hands struggle just a little with the clasp and then Greta’s bra is undone, hanging lose around her arms and Hayley’s tugging it off and tossing it on the floor. Her mouth moves down a little and Greta gasps as Hayley’s mouth closes around her nipple, sucking and nipping. Hayley’s hands move forward to trial up the curve of Greta’s stomach and squeeze her breast as she continues to suck.
“H-Hayley,” Greta mutters as Hayley moves to the next nipple. “Hayley,” Greta repeats and pulls her up to kiss her. Hayley pulls back from the kiss, sucking Greta’s lower lip into her mouth, and sits up, balanced on Greta’s hips. She reaches back to undo the clasp on her own bra and it falls onto to Greta’s stomach; Greta brushes it onto the floor and pulls Hayley back down to another kiss. Hayley’s skin is warm against Greta’s and her breasts press against Greta’s. Greta’s never felt anything like it, the soft curves of Hayley’s body and the warmth enveloping her all over.
Greta’s hands make their way to Hayley’s back and slide down the back of her panties as Hayley kisses up her cheek, across her nose, and back down to her mouth. Greta’s hands rest lightly on Hayley’s ass and the muscles clench beneath Greta’s fingers. Greta moves her hands back up to hook in the waistband of Haley’s underwear and tug it down, over her hips and down her thighs. Hayley pulls a hand back to push her underwear down to her ankles and then kicks them off. Her fingers then move to the waistband of Greta’s underwear and Greta lifts her hips, forcing Hayley’s body up, so Hayley can tug her underwear down and off.
Hayley collapses back down, completely naked, on top of Greta. Hayley forces a hand between their bodies and runs it down Greta’s pussy, pushing between the lips and moving to rub circles into her clit. Greta moans, low and loud into Hayley’s mouth. Hayley smiles against Greta’s lips and pulls back to rest her forehead against Greta’s. She rubs Greta’s clit harder and then starts to slide down Greta’s body, her nipples dragging across Greta’s stomach. She starts kissing at Greta’s bellybutton and kisses her way down. She stops to press one light kiss to Greta’s clit and then moves further down to press her tongue into Greta. Greta gasps and tries not to buck her hips up into Hayley’s mouth. Hayley moves her tongue in and fucking, fucking Greta with it, and then moves back up to suck Greta’s clit into her mouth. She replaces her tongue with two fingers, pressing them in hard. Greta writhes and Hayley sucks harder. She works her fingers in and out of Greta, adding a third and Greta can’t do anything except lay there and moan. Hayley presses her tongue against Greta’s clit and moves her fingers harder and faster and Greta cries out and comes, hard, hard, almost forcing Hayley’s fingers out of her.
Hayley moves up a little to rest her head on Greta’s stomach and kiss her hipbone. Greta takes a couple of deep breaths and pulls Hayley up into another kiss. Hayley tastes familiar, like Greta, a little sweet and stale. Hayley sighs into Greta’s mouth and Greta rolls them over again so she’s hovering over Hayley. She moves down to suck one of Hayley’s nipples into her mouth, moving her hand to cup Hayley’s other breast. Hayley moans just loud enough for Greta to hear. Greta smiles and moves to the other nipples before licking her way down Hayley’s stomach. She drags her nose through Hayley’s pubic hair and stops to suck on Hayley’s clit. She moves one hand to press into Hayley, just one finger at first. She rotates the finger, moving it slowly in and out. Hayley gasps and groans and pushes her hips down onto Greta’s hand. “More,” she forces out, and Greta uses her teeth to brush lightly over Hayley’s clit as she adds a second finger, equally as slowly. She adds a third soon after and begins to pick up pace, slowly and steadily. Soon her fingers are moving in and out of Hayley so fast they’re a blur and she’s sucking hard on Hayley’s clit. “Greta,” Hayley moans, “Greta,” and she tightens around Greta’s fingers, body shaking as she comes.
Greta withdraws her fingers from Hayley’s clit and inserts them into her mouth, sucking off anything that might be clinging to them. She moves up to press a close mouthed kiss to Hayley’s lips. “You’re amazing,” Hayley whispers with an exhausted smile as Greta draws back.
“You’re pretty good yourself,” Greta replies, reaching up to tug the blankets on her bed out from under their sweaty bodies. She pulls them down enough that they can both struggle under them and throws a leg over Hayley’s thighs. Hayley presses a kiss to Greta’s temple and snuggles closer.