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It starts innocently enough: with a hotel room featuring two queen beds separated by a small canyon, with several mid-sized bottles of alcohol and the victory against Lakewood pumping fresh through the team’s veins.
It ends innocently enough for everyone else, too, with creeping yawns and drowsy ‘good night’s as they file past Shauna and Jackie’s bed on the way out, until the two of them are left alone again with Taissa and Van, their roommates for the night. This is when they should all brush their teeth, say ‘good night’ to each other, and go to sleep. And that’s what Shauna thinks will happen, until she emerges from the bathroom as the last to brush her teeth, only to find the others all wide awake, apparently having decided it’s time to play one last game—and Shauna, approaching from behind Jackie, is last to see the empty 500ml she just brandished.
“You want to play spin the bottle at eleven thirty after a long day?” Van’s asking, but she doesn’t sound overly incredulous.
“It’ll be fun!” Jackie insists.
Shauna flops down on the bed next to Jackie. “There aren’t even any guys here,” she says, more to play at keeping her cover and Jackie’s intact than anything else. She certainly doesn’t want to kiss any guys right now, and she knows Jackie doesn’t either. Tai and Van clearly don’t, but for the sake of protesting against the game, Shauna pretends not to know that.
“Exactly, no guys means it’ll be more fun,” says Jackie, in her hello, Captain Obvious voice. “No guys to make it weird.”
Oh, so Jackie’s barely paying lip service to cover right now. Shauna looks over at Tai and Van, who... are looking back and forth at each other, probably running similar calculations. See, Shauna’s almost positive Tai and Van are a couple couple now, and she’s almost positive they know she knows about them, and what’s more she’s almost positive they know about her and Jackie.
Or in other words: they all four share an elephant in the room and an aversion to mentioning it. Shauna’s just not sure how far that aversion will last, when pushed.
“You... are cool kissing any of us?” Shauna asks. The thought of Jackie kissing Taissa or Van begins to swirl conflicting feelings in her stomach. Lower, she adds, “You’re okay with me kissing them?”
Jackie only shrugs, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “If the bottle says so.”
Taissa glances at Van, then at Jackie, and finally at Shauna. She shrugs too. “I’m game.”
Van’s shrug completes the set. Shauna huffs an incredulous grin.
“Fuck it. Let’s spin the bottle.”
Jackie heaves herself off the bed, walks to the open space by the window past the beds, sits down heavily on the floor, and raises her eyebrows until the others join her—Shauna and Taissa either side, Van across from her.
Tai looks around. “So... who wants to go first?”
“Youngest first?” Shauna suggests. Three sets of eyes turn to Van, who rolls her eyes.
“By like two weeks, but sure,” she scoffs.
Van spins matter-of-factly, and Shauna watches as it goes round, glittering and softly ringing on the rough carpet. The neck comes to rest pointing vaguely at Jackie. Van raises an eyebrow and cocks her head.
“Okay, okay,” she says, nodding and pulling the corners of her mouth down into a ‘not bad’ expression.
Jackie says nothing, just purses her lips to one side and shrugs. Van leans forward over the bottle, puckering up dramatically, and Shauna’s stomach goes from calm to roiling in the span of a second. She’s not sure she can watch this. But then Jackie leans forward a little, and over her head Shauna locks eyes with Taissa—whose face is crumpled into a frown that Shauna imagines must be a pretty good match for her own, so... the two of them are in it together, at least. Then Van’s lips meet Jackie’s, and like a switch being flipped glowing heat joins the nausea deep inside Shauna. Shauna blinks in confusion.
Van kisses Jackie slowly, gingerly, like she’s not convinced Jackie won’t get cold feet half a second into kissing another girl, or probably more like she’s not convinced Taissa or Shauna won’t bite her head off for her crime. It lasts just a few seconds, then it’s over and done and Jackie and Van are both returning to their places.
Okay, that wasn’t so bad, Shauna thinks, because now it’s Jackie’s turn to spin and that means a one in three chance it lands on Shauna herself. She holds her breath for a moment as the bottle whirls around—embarrassing, probably, but nobody can tell—and lets out as subtle a sigh as she can when the business end slows to a stop in front of Taissa.
Jackie hums, and Tai shrugs. Shauna braces herself.
Taissa dives in with much more confidence than Van did, and Jackie responds in kind: Tai pushes forward, Jackie pushes back, and with both their heads angled the way they are, their lips mate more completely. It’s... goddammit, yeah, it’s actually pretty hot. Shauna’s starting to get a handle on the alternating stabs of rage and revulsion making a pincushion of her gut, and the more she gets used to the mix the more prominent the pangs of desire grow. She glances at Van, who doesn’t even notice Shauna for how intently she’s watching the kiss.
When Jackie pulls away, Tai chases the contact for a split second before pulling back as well. Tai licks her lips and flashes a brief smile at Van. Jackie smiles shyly at Shauna, her cheeks faintly pink.
Taissa spins with a flourish, leaving her hand up in the air for a second until the bottle begins to slow; Shauna briefly thinks it’ll land right back on Jackie again, but then the neck has come to a stop and fuck, it’s pointed directly at her—one spin too late.
“How about it... Shipman?” Tai asks through a grin. Shauna chooses to ignore the way Jackie bristles beside her—and wishes she could ignore the way her heart suddenly hammers at her neck—instead lurching herself forward onto her hands and knees to meet Tai in the middle of the circle. Tai brings up a warm hand to cradle the back of her neck as she leans in.
Taissa’s lips are soft. She kisses with purpose, nuzzling Shauna’s cheek a little with her nose, but it’s that alluring softness Shauna notices most; the softness, and a familiar taste... Shauna swipes her tongue across Tai’s lips to see if she can identify the flavor, and at once realizes two things: Tai’s lips part automatically to allow her entrance; and it’s Jackie’s chapstick she tastes on Tai’s lips. Shauna takes full advantage of both before she can convince herself otherwise. Pushing, swirling, licking, and tasting, her tongue in Tai’s mouth, Tai’s tongue in hers—Shauna’s well on her way to an intoxicating rhythm when a quiet cough cuts through her focus and reminds her of the limits of the game. She pulls away and Taissa drops the hand on her neck to do the same. Suddenly a little self-conscious, Shauna clears a lump in her throat before daring to look at Jackie.
What she finds is both worse and better than she could’ve expected. Jackie is frowning, and worse than that she looks a little hurt... but at the same time, her breathing is a little more ragged and her cheeks are noticeably darker than they’d been a minute ago. Her throat bobs as she swallows heavily. Shauna flashes Jackie what she hopes is a reassuring smile, and reaches for the bottle. Maybe she’ll get lucky with her spin and the two of them can finally kiss.
But of course Shauna has no such luck—her spin lands solidly on Van, and god, it’s like the fucking universe has something to prove. So, too, does Van, apparently. Gone is all the hesitation she showed Jackie. Practically the moment their lips connect, Shauna feels Van’s tongue begging entrance, and her body answers for her before she really has a say in the matter, letting Van lick into her and licking into Van in return. This time Shauna does a better job remembering the game, though, and after only a few clashes of tongue against tooth, she pulls away.
When Van reaches out to spin again, Jackie beats her to the punch lightning-quick—she snatches the bottle off the floor and jumps to her feet. Van stifles a snort and Taissa a cackle.
“Okay, everyone got one spin!” Jackie says, and maybe Tai and Van don’t notice how strained her voice is, but Shauna does. “That’s probably enough for tonight.”
“Aye-aye, cap’n,” Tai drawls, smacking both her hands on her knees and uncrossing her legs dramatically.
Shauna kind of wanted to see where Van’s next spin was going to land, but now Jackie’s holding a hand out all cute to help her up, so she rolls her eyes and takes it. By the time she’s splitting off from Jackie as they pass the canyon between the two beds, Tai and Van are already fluffing pillows and pulling back the covers on their bed, so Shauna squeezes past Taissa to flop onto her side of her own bed above the covers. The mattress sags a moment later as Jackie reaches her side.
Shauna closes her eyes and listens to the hum of the air conditioner, the subdued ‘good night’s Jackie and Van trade, and the slam of a door down the hall. Her heart is still thumping loud in her ear.
She just kissed both Taissa and Van. No, scratch that, she just made out with both Taissa and Van. In front of Jackie. Jackie, her best friend, her girlfriend. Jackie who is being conspicuously silent at the moment. Tai and Van are very quiet as well, actually; nobody is saying anything. But why? It was just a stupid game, right? Shauna’s played spin the bottle before, and hell she’s even kissed a girl or two in the process, but something about tonight felt, and feels, different. Why should it feel different? It was just a game, same as always. But the image of Jackie kissing Tai keeps flashing across her mind—the way they’d both leaned into it, the way their eyes had closed, the way Jackie’s...
Wait, did they use tongue? The thought twists Shauna’s stomach into knots. Fuck, they probably did. Jackie wasn’t just kissing for show with Tai, no, Shauna could tell she was really into it. They must have used tongue. Fuck! She hates that. She hates that so fucking much—Jackie should never be touching anyone else, let alone kissing them, let alone kissing with tongue. Fuck Tai, honestly, it doesn’t matter how good she is at kissing. She should’ve fucking known better than to kiss Jackie. What was Shauna thinking, agreeing to this game? Sure, it sounded fun, but look where it got her: now she knows what Taissa’s tongue feels like sliding against her own, and now she has to think about Jackie’s tongue in Tai’s mouth.
Shauna thinks about it. She thinks about Tai tasting Jackie’s tongue, and Jackie tasting Tai’s tongue, and she thinks about how she herself can remember both sides of that at once now, and fuck, she doesn’t want it to, but the thought sends a firm pulse of heat rolling through her abdomen.
Shauna needs to sleep. She needs to cool off. She needs to stop thinking about this shit. She rolls to her left and reaches up toward the lamp on her side of the shared nightstand—and is met with a pensive gaze from Taissa, barely more than a yard away, lying on bare sheets with her hands folded across her stomach, long legs on display beneath her over-large tee. Shauna blinks, Tai blinks, and neither of them say anything. Shauna switches off her lamp, but Tai makes no movement to switch off her own. Shauna rolls back onto her pillow. She wills the heat to cut it out, to little avail.
Just as soon as Shauna’s beginning to think she should pull up the covers and start trying in earnest for sleep, Jackie abruptly pushes herself up on one elbow and flops over fully on top of her. Shauna chokes back a laugh and reflexively brings her hands up to rest on Jackie’s waist.
“Hi?” she says.
“Hi.” Jackie echoes. Then, much closer and quieter: “Didn’t get to kiss you earlier.”
Jackie’s pouting. She’s using her frustrated voice, her I made a plan and it didn’t go my way so now I’m gonna be grumpy until you fix it for me, Shipman voice.
“Poor you,” Shauna murmurs through a sympathetic grin, as if she didn’t just spend five minutes in a miniature spiral of her own making. The grin, however, is as far as she gets before Jackie leans in to press their lips together. Shauna starts a little in shock—is Jackie not worried about Van or Taissa seeing her kiss Shauna outside the context of the game like this?—but then Jackie is angling her head better and swiping her tongue across Shauna’s lips, and Shauna decides fuck it, either Jackie doesn’t care or she hasn’t thought to care, and both of those right now amount to Jackie’s tongue in Shauna’s mouth—Taissa’s tongue in Shauna’s mouth, Jackie’s tongue in Taissa’s mouth—so she’s not complaining.
After a long, blissful minute Jackie breaks away from the kiss, but only to make her way down Shauna’s jaw and up to her ear, planting kisses every step of the way. Shauna keeps her eyes closed and sighs. Jackie pulls away again, this time for longer.
“Oh,” Jackie breathes.
Shauna opens her eyes and looks up at Jackie to see what that “oh” was about, but all at once Jackie is grabbing her chin and turning her head to the left, giving Shauna a view of Taissa and Van perched on the edge of their own bed: Tai leaning backward into Van, Van’s chin resting on Tai’s shoulder with one hand on her stomach and the other on her waist—both watching Jackie’s movements with darkened eyes. Jackie trails kisses down Shauna’s neck and back up, and Shauna feels something shift in the air a moment before Jackie speaks.
“Wanna give them a show?” Jackie breathes, far too loud against Shauna’s ear to be anything other than a stage-whisper. Shauna tracks the way Tai and Van’s eyes go wide in unison, and she looks back up at Jackie—she knows that husky tone of voice and what it always entails, but her mind is already hazy and won’t wrap itself around what exactly Jackie is asking. Then Jackie plants a wet, open-mouthed kiss on her cheek, smears it down to her lips, and lazily pushes inside with her tongue before pulling away with a raised eyebrow to look back and forth between Shauna and the other bed, and something finally clicks:
Jackie wants to let Tai and Van watch them have sex.
Heat flips Shauna’s stomach on its axis and suddenly she can’t nod fast enough. “Uh-huh,” she’s pretty sure she manages. She hears a shaky intake of breath from off to her left, and a low “holy shit” from Van. Taissa hums. Jackie smiles into a renewed kiss as she runs a hand up Shauna’s stomach to cup her breast and begin squeezing and kneading, gently at first, but building.
Shauna should hate this, letting Jackie take charge of her in front of other people, but it’s that second part that has her keening and canting into Jackie’s lips and hips like an animal in heat—Jackie is willing to express their relationship in front of other people. She’s willing to behave as a couple in front of their friends, with no holds barred, absolutely nothing reserved, in a way she can’t take back. ‘Remember that time you guys fucked like, five feet away from us?’ Jackie can have all the control she wants right now if she’s handing over that in return. Shauna's worked up from the day, worked up from exploring two of her friends' mouths while Jackie watched, worked up from all the places Jackie's body presses against her own, and worked up from what Jackie's just proposed; she's already aching, and right now she's not sure she's ever needed this more than she does at this exact moment.
Shauna hooks one leg around the back of Jackie’s to pull her closer, and Jackie obliges by pushing a knee up between both of hers. The first real rut of Shauna’s hips catches the seam of her boxers between her clit and Jackie’s thigh, and a whine escapes her lips at how incredible the friction already feels. She gets away with two more thrusts—criminally low if you ask her, which nobody does—before Jackie splays her fingers on Shauna’s abdomen, pushing her back into the mattress, snaking her hand down into Shauna’s boxers. So, okay. That’s a worthwhile tradeoff.
Or it would be, if Shauna had any patience tonight, or if Jackie wasn’t intent on being a tantalizing bitch. Jackie’s rubbing her fingertips gently over the top of Shauna's thighs either side of her center, alternating sides, working her way inward at altogether too slow a pace. The other hand is pushing upward under her shirt, slowly cupping Shauna’s breast then squeezing gently.
Okay, fuck this. Shauna reaches down, grabs Jackie’s wrist and pulls it to the middle, bucking into Jackie’s hand like she did with her thigh a moment ago. Jackie gasps, then snickers, but she gets the message. She circles a few times, then sweeps lower and—god, finally—dips inside. The relief is immediate, but Shauna acclimates fast and all too quickly she aches for more.
“Another,” Shauna pants after just a few thrusts. Jackie adds another. Shauna arches her back and shivers against the building heat. Out of the corner of her eye she can see the way Tai and Van are glued to the scene before them.
The air is cool against her stomach where her shirt has ridden up, and Jackie’s hand on her tit is kneading and pinching just right, and the hand in her boxers has two—or did she sneak a third in there—fingers inside her, working in and out, in and out. Her whole body sways with the motion. Jackie’s pumping harder now, beginning to curl her fingers, and she’s doing that thing with the ball of her thumb where she catches the base of Shauna’s clit just right on the down stroke, and it’s all really, really working for Shauna, and Jackie’s face is flushed above her, and across the canyon Van now has one hand up Tai’s shirt to play with her tit, just like Jackie’s doing, while the other has snaked lower to dip inside Tai’s underwear, and god the heat is already sparking electric and Shauna’s almost there and she knows Jackie can tell. Jackie can always tell when she’s riding the cusp.
“Jackie,” she gasps.
Jackie looks fucking smug, of course. “Yeah?”
Shauna feels more than hears another moan escape her lips. “Jackie,” she repeats. She was going to say something else, but for the life of her she can’t remember what—her mind is a revolving door of nothing but Jackie, Jackie, Jackie.
Jackie bites her cheek, probably thinking—definitely thinking—then leans in closer to brush her lips maddeningly close to Shauna’s.
“Look at them,” she says in a voice that betrays her a little with its shake, nudging Shauna’s head with her nose. Shauna looks to her left to lock eyes with Taissa, and Shauna can tell Tai is having a hard time maintaining composure herself. Van’s lower hand is working in firm circles. “They want to see it,” Jackie says, aloud. “You want to show them?”
The best Shauna can manage is: “Uh-huh—yeah,” and a frantic nod. Jackie kisses the corner of Shauna’s mouth, then tightens her grip, rolls her fingers, and Shauna crashes over the edge with a strangled cry. The last sight she registers is Taissa’s jaw dropping and her eyes fluttering, then the blinding heat from Shauna’s core spreads all the way to her fingertips and that’s where she floats for a moment.
When the best of it starts to subside, Shauna finds that Jackie’s peppering her face and neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, whispering little nothings into her skin. She gives herself a count of ten Mississippi to savor any aftershocks, then decides it’s time to give Jackie a taste of her own medicine. Shauna surges up and forward, wrapping Jackie in her arms to reverse their positions and lean Jackie against the pillows.
“Take my shirt off,” Jackie breathes against her ear almost at once. Fuck, she’s eager tonight; still taking charge. Shauna will have to fix that. She frowns into the kiss she’s planting on Jackie’s neck.
“Are you sure?” she whispers when she can tear herself away.
Jackie nods. “Uh-huh, fuck it. Come on.”
Shauna leans back in to scrape her teeth along the skin beneath Jackie’s ear, and slips her fingertips beneath the hem of Jackie’s shirt. Jackie huffs out a breathy giggle, a little too nervous to be entirely the fault of the kiss or even of any potential tickling. Shauna firms up her grip on Jackie’s waist, either way.
Jackie murmurs “C’mon, do it,” and reaches back up to pull Shauna around into another proper kiss.
Shauna obliges, pushing the fabric up and over Jackie’s stomach, trailing her thumbs over the indentations of Jackie’s ribs; pausing when the tips of her thumbs reach the swell of Jackie’s breasts, but in response Jackie only raises both arms and leans deeper into the kiss. Shauna doesn’t dare check to see whether Tai or Van are watching. Heart beating out of her chest, she continues pushing the shirt up and up until she’s forced to break their kiss in order to pull it over Jackie’s head and drop it to the side. Jackie immediately dives back in for another quick kiss before pulling away again.
After drinking in Jackie’s body with her eyes for the millionth time—she thinks the sight will probably never lose an ounce of potency—Shauna finally does look over at the other bed, and just as quickly almost averts her gaze out of habit long-trained in the locker room. She has to remind herself she’s probably allowed to look, probably expected to, even. Van has mirrored Shauna’s actions: Tai is sitting upright, as bare as Jackie... and she’s staring openly at Jackie’s now-exposed boobs. Van looks hypnotized, too. Shauna reflexively checks on Jackie, expecting her to be self-conscious or even trying to cover up, but what she finds is neither—instead, Jackie is smirking as she bites the tip of her tongue and preens a little, raking her eyes up and down Taissa’s body in return. Shauna looks back at Taissa to really take her in, and gives up entirely on sorting out the heat in her stomach from the jealousy. Jackie is really fucking hot. Tai is really fucking hot. And they’re both half-naked, and apparently everyone is allowed to look tonight, shamelessly, to her heart’s content.
So Shauna looks. She drinks of Taissa’s body with her eyes like she did a moment ago with Jackie, from Tai’s collarbones to her nipples standing at attention to her tensing and untensing abs to the hint of dark curls peeking from the top of her lilac underwear. Every last bit of the vision arcs directly to Shauna’s core.
Tai has eased Van into a reclined position so she can thread their legs together and straddle Van’s hips. Shauna is starting to feel a little overwhelmed at all the sights. She distracts herself from the renewed ache between her legs by gently pushing Jackie down to lie flat on the bed, mirroring Tai’s actions this time, and Jackie pulls her into a hungry kiss. Shauna swipes her tongue across Jackie’s, claiming a low grown for her efforts, but doesn’t stay for long, instead turning her attention to Jackie’s jaw, then her neck, then her collarbones—she can’t run her tongue along Tai’s collarbones the way she wants, but she sure as hell can do it with Jackie’s so she avails herself generously of the privilege—and down her upper chest to her breasts.
Shauna captures a nipple between her lips and massages it; bites gently, soothes with her tongue, sucks and releases like a desperate kiss. She looks over to find Van watching intently, flushed crimson from the sight and presumably from Tai’s ministrations. Shauna holds Van’s eye as she scrapes her teeth down the curve of Jackie’s breast, nuzzling at the nipple with her nose while she sucks a hickey into the underside of the breast. Jackie makes a low noise in her throat, somewhere between a hum and a moan. Shauna breaks her eyeline with Van to look up at Jackie, who has let her eyes close and her head fall back on the pillow. She’s not flushed enough or breathing hard enough for Shauna’s liking, so Shauna runs her tongue over the soft fuzz covering Jackie’s skin and plants another mark on her breast, this one on the outside in clear view of Van and Tai. Another mark, another soft hum. Shauna gently rolls the other nipple between her fingers the way Jackie likes; teasing, drawing it out, then a sharp pinch and a quick release, and back to cupping. More kisses, more tongue, more teeth and marks on the left breast, then switching sides to mark the right and cup the left. Jackie’s moans are proper moans now, threadier and more explosive.
More moans join Jackie’s from across the canyon—tonight, Shauna is apparently learning what Tai and Van sound like in bed at the same time she leans on her expertise with Jackie. She can already tell by the way Van’s voice is thickening and Tai’s voice thinning that they’re both getting pretty close from rocking their hips together, and fuck if that new knowledge doesn’t stir a fresh wave of heat deep inside Shauna’s abdomen. Her mind betrays her, wonders for a long moment what Taissa tastes like or how silky Van’s folds would feel under her fingertips, how each might differ from Jackie and how they might be the same... all at once, she’s dying to find out. She aches to put her mouth on them and lap and swirl and suck and thrust until they fall apart—until Shauna makes them fall apart.
Maybe. Maybe tonight will lead to more. Maybe Jackie gave an inch and next time Shauna can take a foot, if not the full mile.
But for now Jackie’s chest has been positively littered with love bites and her breathing has become erratic and impatient, so Shauna begins the journey down—nuzzling into Jackie’s abs, nipping at her navel, smirking at the way her stomach trembles when Shauna breathes warm air across it. Jackie’s already clenching around nothing, which is exactly where Shauna wants her. By the time her attention reaches Jackie’s hips, the underwear she finds is more dark spot than not. Normally at this point she’d just pull the fabric to the side and give Jackie what she wants, but now... ‘Wanna give them a show?’
Taissa is breathing heavily as she grinds her own way against Van below her, staring at Shauna’s activity with naked want, her attention no longer split between Van’s face and Jackie’s chest. Shauna smirks at her—I get all of this—then lifts Jackie’s far thigh and begins peppering the inside with wet kisses where Tai can clearly see. She starts just above the knee and works her way higher, but when she reaches the hard tendon leading to Jackie’s center, she switches sides to repeat the same journey on the other leg.
“Shaunaaa,” Jackie whines, squirming.
Shauna releases the suction from her lips with a pop and examines her latest hickey. “Yeah?”
“Please...”
“Please what?” Shauna cups Jackie’s ass to support her hips with one hand and reaches up to spread the other on Jackie’s stomach. Jackie quickly covers the latter with her own hand. Tai is still looking right at Shauna, eyes beginning to lid, breathing ever heavier and hips working quicker, and her breasts move in hypnotic, frankly maddening ways as a result. Shauna wants to touch every part of her, sink her teeth in and chew. Jackie’s hips buck.
“Please, Shauna...”
Shauna holds Taissa’s gaze as she bends down to gently rub her cheek on the softest part of Jackie’s mound, using her cheekbone to give Jackie just a taste of what she wants. Jackie whines and bucks again, but Shauna moves away quicker.
“Okay,” Shauna says. She lets her eyes flick down to Tai’s chest; lingers for a moment, down to the patch of dark curls just barely visible in this position, lingers, then back up to her eyes. Tai’s lips parted long ago, but now they widen further. Her eyes do the opposite. Van is watching now, too, face beet-red and furrowed with effort and a half-frozen snarl. Perfect.
Smoothly, quickly, Shauna peels Jackie’s underwear away from her—salivating at the glistening strands that trail behind as she does so—and works them down and off. One last kiss on a thigh, over a blooming purple bruise. Hand under ass, hand on stomach, eyes on Van, eye contact with Taissa. And finally, a languid stroke of her tongue through Jackie’s folds, from her entrance up to her clit, where she wraps her lips and kisses firmly. Jackie groans and clenches her approval. Tai, who once again captures Shauna’s gaze, bends over Van, and with a final, heavy roll of her own hips, she comes.
Shauna’s never seen another woman have an orgasm, not counting herself or Jackie; the novel thrill of it shoots through her like lightning. She watches the way Tai’s abs appear and disappear with a rhythm to them, the way Tai doubles over suddenly and sharply, the way she struggles to hold herself up with one arm while the other darts between her legs to assist, the way her brow arches and wrinkles in concentration, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Even from a bed away the series of unvoiced gasps Taissa lets out are intoxicating, and Shauna soaks them up, commits them to memory. Then Jackie whines and reaches down to the back of Shauna’s neck, and Shauna remembers the task at hand.
“Sorry,” she murmurs in response to Jackie’s raised eyebrow.
But Jackie’s lip curls and she whispers back almost reverently: “I was watching, too.” She threads her fingers through Shauna’s hair and tugs gently, wiggling her hips a little. Shauna wastes no time in diving back in to eat.
Jackie often jokes, usually with a breathless giggle born of lingering aftershocks, that Shauna ought to take up scuba diving—hold the scuba—with how long she’s down there uninterrupted sometimes. “Wowza, I think you just set a new record, Shipman,” is something that’s come out of her mouth on more than one occasion. And Shauna always shrugs with one shoulder or the other, trying to contain her grin, before moving on. It’s not like she’s actually trying to set a record—usually—it’s just that once she gets going she doesn’t want to stop. It’s so easy to focus on working her lips, tongue, and fingers, and to let the entire world narrow to nothing but Jackie’s thighs, Jackie’s cunt, and Jackie’s moans. It’s not her fault time passes quicker like that.
When next Shauna thinks to look up, the first thing she notices is Jackie’s hand: though her right still squeezes tight in Shauna’s hair, the left is up higher—squeezing, kneading, and pinching at her own tit. She’s arching her back, too, and gazing across the canyon. Shauna doesn’t need to follow her eyeline to know Tai or Van, or both, are staring back. So Jackie is preening again. She’s flushed, she’s biting her lip, and she’s loving the attention.
“Hips up,” Shauna hears Taissa whisper after a few moments, followed by the rustle of fabric, and okay, Shauna’s only human. She looks.
Taissa seems to have shed her underwear at some point, leaving her a complete match for Jackie’s nudity, and she’s just finished removing Van’s boxers, as well. Van still has her shirt, though. (Shauna’s starting to feel just a little overdressed in her own boxers and faded tee.) But what really catches Shauna’s attention is the way Tai has spread Van’s knees wide and is flopping down onto her stomach to nestle herself between Van’s thighs, just like Shauna’s doing for Jackie, and fuck, Shauna suddenly needs to watch this happen. Jackie finally seems to register the loss of contact where she needs it and pulls Shauna’s head closer to herself, whining again. An idea springs to mind: Shauna waits until Taissa goes in for the first swipe, then tries to match her movement, but on Jackie instead.
She fumbles miserably. Distracted, she misjudges the distance, and her nose catches against the fold of Jackie’s outer lips. She winds up planting her entire forehead in a bed of thatched curls.
Jackie hisses. “Ow?” she giggles. “Watch where you’re going!”
Shauna puts on her best shit-eating grin. Jackie snickers fondly.
Across the way, Van’s sharp breaths have metamorphosed into short, low moans; proper moans that build and then burst. Taissa is making little sounds of her own, though those Shauna can’t hear quite as well. This position sees Tai’s face completely buried between Van’s thighs, but what it also does is give Shauna an uninterrupted view of the arc of Tai’s back and the sweeping curves of her ass, and Shauna savors the view as long and hard as she can while keeping her lips sealed around Jackie. Tai’s kicked her feet up into the air above her ass, and she’s moving them back and forth in opposing motions as she works—subtly, maybe unconsciously, Shauna thinks. It’s really cute. And it sends fresh heat dancing right to her core.
That ache is starting to become a real distraction, actually—between the noises Jackie’s making and the noises Van’s making and the noises Tai’s making, and the sight of Jackie before her, arching, flushed, and naked as Eve in the Garden, and with the impression of Tai’s naked body behind her eyelids and the taste of every tongue in the room weighing heavy in her mouth—yeah, the ache is demanding attention. Shauna hesitates for a moment, because getting herself off with her hand in front of two of her friends seems like crossing some kind of line. But tonight is a night for crossed lines, she figures in the end, and snaking her own hand down her own underwear in front of Tai and Van is hardly a line at all compared to what’s been crossed already, so she does it. She has to bring one knee up and twist herself to the side to get enough clearance between her abdomen and the mattress. The elastic grates against her wrist and the angle isn’t great, but the first pass around her swollen clit has her groaning into Jackie’s folds and the ephemeral flame is feeling pretty fucking solid and compliant right now. Shauna rubs for effect, getting herself off quickly and efficiently—gasping steamy breath across Jackie’s clit as she works herself through her orgasm—then renewing her focus on Jackie.
Shauna collects as much slick on her fingers as she can before withdrawing her hand from her boxers, then brings the hand up beneath her chin to dip inside Jackie and give Jackie a taste of her, in spirit if not in actuality. After barely a minute, Jackie’s moans break and crash like waves, her hips bucking and back arching violently as Shauna curls the fingers she can’t withdraw, working Jackie through it with firm pressure and firmer kisses. When Jackie’s walls begin to release their hold, Shauna gets right back to work moving again, gently at first then steadily intensifying. In what feels like no time at all, Jackie is clenching around her again, writhing now, sobbing her ecstasy into a pillow. Shauna’s still weighing whether to push her luck on a third when Jackie’s hand slips beneath Shauna’s nose and Jackie covers herself from clit to entrance.
“Easy, easy,” Jackie pleads. “Give me a minute, Shipman.”
Shauna nuzzles into the back of Jackie’s hand, then kisses it.
“Okay,” she murmurs. She carefully licks her fingers clean, then pulls herself up along the bed to cover Jackie’s body with her own as completely as she can. Jackie automatically wraps arms around her, rubbing one hand up and down Shauna’s back with a contented, shuddering sigh. Shauna kisses her lazily, letting Jackie lick softly into her mouth to taste herself on Shauna’s tongue. When Jackie’s seemingly had her fill, she wiggles back and forth until Shauna lifts herself up enough for Jackie to flip them both over and drape herself over Shauna. Shauna wraps her in a firm one-armed hug. She looks across the canyon to see Taissa likewise curled into Van’s chest, a self-satisfied smirk playing across her face as she watches Shauna and Jackie. Shauna returns the grin and nuzzles closer to Jackie.
The air conditioner under the window clicks back on.
Jackie is the first to giggle—a giddy, nervous thing that steadies and builds until first Van, then Taissa and Shauna eventually join in.
“Sooo...” Jackie starts.
“Hot,” Van says simply, and Shauna finds herself nodding with an uncontrollable grin.
“So hot,” Tai agrees.
When the round of giggles has faded a little, Shauna puts on her driest voice and asks:
“So, did you enjoy the show?”
Jackie stiffens almost enough to make Shauna regret saying anything, but Tai and Van burst into renewed laughter.
“Yeah, where the fuck did that come from, Jackie?” Taissa cackles. “Zero to a hundred just like that? Hell of a way for us all to come out.”
Shauna snorts before she can stop herself, because yeah, she guesses they are all out to each other now. Jackie shifts a little, tensing more at Tai’s words, but she steadies herself and relaxes after a moment. Shauna brings up her other arm to deepen the hug, rubbing Jackie’s back in what she hopes is a grounding way. She’s still not sure what exactly possessed Jackie earlier tonight and got her so fired up to come out—especially in such a spectacular way—but she can hardly argue with the results.
“I liked it,” Shauna murmurs into Jackie’s hair, and lets out a small giggle of her own as she continues: “but yeah, that was a little... unexpected? You sure you're okay?”
Jackie huffs and extracts one arm from underneath Shauna’s to sweep a middle finger around the room.
“Okay, fuck you all,” Jackie says.
Van lets out a muffled “oooh,” leading into a protracted chuckle. “Already setting the agenda for next time, are we?” she teases, but at the words “next time” her voice falters and trails off.
Shauna swallows, her mouth suddenly dry. The room fills with the silence of four minds working overtime.
“Good night,” Jackie squeaks suddenly. She reaches behind her back to pull the covers over herself and Shauna, drawing them up to her nose and pointedly staring at Shauna’s collarbone. Shauna studies the ceiling. From her left she hears a rustle and a click, and Tai’s lamp goes out.
“Good night,” Tai says in the most strained voice Shauna’s ever heard her use. Shauna hums.
For a long, long time after that, Shauna lies on her back with an arm around Jackie, staring into the dark, trying hard not to think about anything that just happened. Her efforts are in vain.