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There’s something mesmerizing about the way smoke looks in the night. How it curls against the black sky and dissipates like it was never there.
Or maybe that’s just Frankie being high out of her mind and choosing to believe everything she sees is poetic. She nearly teared up at the sight of the sloppiest graffiti she’s ever set eyes on in the alley behind a broken down bar in Jersey because the colors were some of her favorites and she swears there was a deeper message behind the scrawled tag. There hadn’t been, so the girls had told her, but none of them were exactly sober enough for anyone to really know.
Frankie leans back against the smooth side of the busted van they’ve been trudging along the roads, in absolutely no shape to be crossing state lines, but it’s not as if a group of daydreaming college dropouts have much in their bank accounts to afford a more luxurious method of transportation. Besides, Frankie’s fond of the rusty old thing even if a bad odor permeates it and it shudders to a halt in the middle of no where on occasion. The greatest time had been in a place between states where there was nothing but wheat fields and Gee was mesmerized enough to walk out far enough for Mikey to have to shout her name at the top of her lungs to lure her back. Frankie didn’t see the appeal to wheat and settled for smoking the remainder of her supply in the back of the van with the windows down to let the scent out. Truly a lost purpose. The smell is just part of the van now.
Their clunky van managed to bring them to a venue in a state Frankie can’t really remember after losing track of her mental map. Wherever it is, there’s a chill in the air that nips her nose rosy and she wishes for once that she was wearing a shirt that actually fits and covers the strip of skin that’s always poking out between the hem of her homemade shirts and the top of her baggy jeans. (Today’s shirt has “tell your girlfriend I said hi” on it today in careless Sharpie.) She can’t protest much about the cold since she nearly suffocated from the sweaty stale air in the venue during their show. The band was a hit and the crowd was exhilarating to interact with, but god, Frankie feels like the heat stuck to her lungs. Cleansing with a cigarette and weed makes sense, right? She doesn’t fucking know.
Ray and Mikey somehow aren’t put off by the atmosphere in the venue and they stayed back to grab drinks from the bar, hang out a while with the new fans and old friends. Frankie and Gee hang out against the van behind the venue and smoke in comfortable silence.
Again, maybe Frankie’s just high, but when she looks over at Gee and traces the lines of her side profile with half-lidded eyes, she very much likes what she sees. No— it’s not her being high. She always thinks Gee looks good, sometimes it makes her heart flutter or her “bits” ache. Gee’s the type of person that everyone wants a chance with, whether that’s to take her out on a charming date with candlelight and expensive, glorified rich people food or bring her back to a motel after a few drinks and fuck the shit out of her. Sometimes Frankie wants to do both. Right now, the latter option sets her off more.
It’s nothing they haven’t done before. Their hands have been curious, the same goes for their mouths, and it’s comfortable for them to continue without question.
“Hey,” Frankie drops her cigarette and it hisses as it comes in contact with a murky puddle. “Wanna find a place to shower around here?”
Worth a shot. Shower sex might be her favorite kind. Frankie also likes being clean, Gee doesn’t exactly care. Either way, Frankie’s gonna be in the mood.
Gee shrugs nonchalantly. The streetlight makes her lily white skin looks translucent as she tips her head back and looks at the sky. “Eh. Not really.”
Frankie smirks. She plucks Gee’s cigarette from between her lips and ignores her whine to suck a puff from it. “I wanna fuck you.”
Gee’s eyes light up like she’s just been told she’s won a vacation to an exotic resort. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
”Is that why you’re trying to get me to shower? You’re weirdly enthusiastic about fucking me in slippery places.”
Frankie’s laugh is made raspy by smoke. The cigarette wilts and she drops it in the same puddle hers disintegrates in. “Caught me red-handed. I don’t care where we do it, in case you’re wondering. Was just asking.”
“You haven’t fucked me in a while.” Gee hooks her fingers into the loops of Frankie’s jeans and tugs her back towards the van, popping the door open.
“It’s kinda hard when we’re hardly ever alone.” Frankie breathes.
Gee’s hum is lost in the connection of their lips. Their kisses are always a cross between tender and filthy, a combination of smooth lips and warm tongue before it heats up to something desperate. Frankie responds to Gee the way a fucking Christmas tree lights up. She thinks the kisses alone are gratifying and she can hardly contain herself as her hands start to wander on their own, tangling into Gee’s tangled black hair and cupping around her neck or face to pull her deeper into the kiss. Gee pulls back with a smug little chuckle and yanks them into the space in the back that can hardly fit the two of them, but they manage to worm their way in, kicking clothes and other miscellaneous things out of their path.
“Ow!” Gee cries out.
She digs around and pulls out Mikey’s hairbrush from under her back, the one where all the spikes are practically needles by now.
“Fucking Mikey, I’m always telling her to watch where she puts this before someone bleeds to death.”
Frankie laughs and yanks it from her hands, tossing it somewhere to the front. “Do you need a hospital?”
“Nah,” Gee slurs the tiniest bit and lays on her back to pull Frankie over her. “I could use a little lovin’ right now.”
Frankie snickers and the two of them shake in a pile of laughter as they try to kiss sloppily, hands roaming places and gripping. Frankie yelps when Gee swats her ass harder than expected.
“Watch the goods.” Frankie mutters between kisses to Gee’s neck.
“You have a tiny little ass,” Gee grips it tight, “I like it. It’s got spirit.”
“You’re way too fucking high.”
“Says the one slobbering on my neck.”
Frankie starts practically tearing Gee’s clothes out of the way. “You’ll be begging for me to slobber on something else.”
Gee wants to say something back, but she hiccups and tilts her hips up as Frankie frees her tits from the thin shirt that’s hardly necessary, Frankie can make out the shape of her nipples from across the bar. The weight of Gee’s tits is perfect in her hands, spilling handfuls of smooth skin she’s always eager to get her mouth on. She does just that, making Gee pant and whine beneath her, tugging Frankie’s short orangey-bleached hair hard enough to make her moan while her nipples are in her mouth. Frankie sucks ostentatious marks on Gee’s sensitive skin until she’s satisfied and keeps traveling down, getting to her jeans and opening them fast as humanely possible.
Frankie giggles at the Hello Kitty cotton panties Gee’s sporting. They ran out of clean underwear a couple days ago and needed to make an emergency stop at the dollar store, all the underwear they could find was either granny panty style or covered in cartoon prints. Frankie yanks them down— sorry Hello Kitty— and nudges Gee’s legs apart. She gets to business immediately and hopes to god no one hears Gee’s needy cries outside.
The smell is strong, the taste salty and tangy under Frankie’s tongue. Gee feels soft beneath her and so fucking wet that Frankie can’t resist lapping at her, sucking at every sensitive place and making Gee keen up to the heavens. She has her squirming and Frankie thinks about how much she likes seeing Gee’s hips shake trying not to lift them to ride Frankie’s mouth. Her hips are cute. Fleshy and pale, lined in faded stretch marks much like her full thighs Frankie just wants to crush her head between. Frankie encourages Gee to ride her face. She moans at the jerky movements as Gee shoves her pussy against Frankie’s mouth and just makes her take it.
Frankie gets her fingers in her and the sound is filthy slick as she pumps them hard and fast.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” Gee whimpers, “Frankie, holy shit.”
Frankie grins and returns her mouth to Gee’s clit to suck on it as her fingers sink deep inside.
By the time Gee comes, Frankie’s entire face is glistening. She swears she feels stickiness in her lashes and it’s so fucking hot she can hardly believe she’s this lucky.
“Get your pussy out.” Gee pants and pulls at Frankie’s pants until they’re caught around her thighs. She reveals her lack of underwear and Gee moans.
Frankie nearly falls over on Gee the second she feels her fingers rolling over her clit. She gasps hearing how wet she is and blushes warm in the stuffy van. For a tiny moment, she catches Gee’s gaze by chance and they linger on each other. Frankie’s mouth feels dry when Gee looks at her that way, dark and full of wanting, so she goes in to kiss her hard and nudge at her tongue to taste the remnants of cherry Coke and cigarette smoke that’s resting there.
Frankie pushes Gee off and confuses her. She just shakes her head, twisting her body around and laying on the opposite end of the space between them. When she starts scooting in at an angle and slotting her legs between Gee’s, it clicks instantly. Gee scrambles, propping herself onto her elbows the same as Frankie and meeting her in the middle so their pussies touch. They both gasp, hips twitching, but when they bring their hips together again, it unlocks a whole new round of breathless noises and a feeling so unbearably good.
Gee’s pussy is soft and wet against Frankie’s, the slide between them easy and making the most delicious fucking noise she’s ever heard when they click together like two pieces of a puzzle. Her neediness kicks in hard and clenches fiercely in her stomach. Frankie coils as her hips move harder, faster, riding against Gee’s pussy that presses into her with the same fervor. She can hardly keep her eyes on Gee because it’s too much; the way her tits sway and her pale skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, her black hair falling into her half-lidded eyes, her slick mouth hanging open. Looking at where their cunts slide against each other is even worse— or better? Frankie can see and feel the stickiness spreading all along the inside of their thighs, their clits brushing and pulling choked moans from the both of them.
“Holy fuck,” Frankie gasps, “God, Gee— harder, feels so good.”
“You’re so fucking wet,” Gee tosses her head back, “I’m— you’ve gotta fuck me like this again, Frankie, please.”
Frankie stops for the most challenging second of her life. She pushes Gee all the way back so she’s laying flat on the van floor and hoists herself up, letting gravity press her down against Gee’s pussy. Like this, she’s riding her, grinding down hard and digging her fingers into Gee’s soft thigh. Gee slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle the cry that comes out of her. The van rocks with their movements, but Frankie doesn’t care. She keeps moving her hips in a rhythm, faster, shuddering every time she feels Gee pulsing against her until and fucking the absolute shit out of her—
Gee comes so hard that Frankie feels it against her. Every wave, fresh slickness, her body shaking apart that she’s becoming one of those things that’s so beautiful Frankie feels the urge to shed a tear or two. Except she thinks she’d feel the same even if she weren’t high because Gee’s just beautiful like that. It encourages the coil in Frankie’s stomach to snap and she comes so hard that it punches through her like god’s fucking fist. Her skin is drenched in sweat and glowing with a rosy hue that matches Gee’s furious flush. Frankie cries out, riding out the wave against Gee’s sensitive pussy, her shaking hands holding onto her leg for some form of support or else she’ll collapse on top of her.
Frankie rocks her hips gently until neither of them can handle it. She releases Gee and slumps on the floor, trying to ease off Gee, but it’s impossible not to be mashed together in the small space. She can smell the mixture of sweat and sex that’s definitely going to disturb the girls when they return to hit the road in search of a motel for the night, but Frankie can take a few whiny complaints and accusations if it means she’ll carry this fucked out blissful feeling with her until the morning.
“So,” Gee purses her lips and presses her legs against Frankie’s. “Um. That thing you just did. Yeah. You should do it again in a couple minutes.”
“Minutes? Give my aching grandma hips a rest.” Frankie giggles. Gee grins bright in the shadows of the van.
“Guess I’ll just take the wheel then.” Gee leans in for a filthy kiss, sticking her tongue down Frankie’s throat, and the first thing Frankie does is mentally thank the van for not reducing to shambles so they’re given the chance at a repeat.