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It’s her first week at a new university and Mira is already sexually frustrated.
Things had been going as expected, a flurry of class schedules, moving boxes, and hundreds of unfamiliar faces. Five days after moving into her dorm, she’s starting to feel settled; she’d decided to spring for a single this year, since her previous roommate situation had not gone swimmingly, and with her schedule finally sorted and various deposits paid, she’s busying herself decorating her space the way she wants and checking out the extracurricular offerings in the hopes of meeting some like-minded people.
And girls, honestly. She didn’t get a single room for nothing.
Not that she had applied for a transfer purely to increase her chances of getting laid, but her time at private university had been pretty stifling in more than a couple of ways. Between not being able to study what she wanted (fashion design and marketing) and her old roommate (homophobic), Mira had found her best option was to piss off her parents (nothing new) and enroll elsewhere for her second year.
In any case, she had just spent all night at the orientation mixer hitting on a girl who turned out to be straight, and now she’s in bed, alone, still a little buzzed from the free beer, convinced that everyone on campus is getting laid tonight except for her.
So. Laptop out, headphones on out of habit, Mira tipsily browses for some porn.
She doesn’t do this often. But she’s just spent her entire winter break being hounded by her parents about her life choices, and the memories of her few-and-far-between flings were now distant and uninspiring. She’s pent-up. She wants to watch some cute girls come. So sue her.
Mira jumps around various lesbian subreddits, spending an inordinate amount of time searching for a post with a title that doesn’t make her roll her eyes; she might be particularly horny tonight but she’s still pretty picky. After what feels like endless scrolling, she eventually stumbles across:
i love my girlfriend! :)
It’s so unlike the surrounding cumslut takes my strap and mommy domme with huge tits that it makes Mira snort. She clicks through to read the full post and comments.
User: squirtlexxxsquad
hey!! me and my gf just started a HM account! first vid is free, the rest will be one-off payments. just two vids up so far but more to come! heheUser: throwagay696969
nice username lol, you guys pokemon fans?User: squirtlexxxsquad
me more than her, but we’re both squirters so there’s that too hahaUser: throwagay696969
… do you have a vid of that
User: squirtlexxxsquad
hahahah yesss! but that one you’ll have to pay for
Mira cracks a smile. Maybe she’s just horny and feeling whimsical but it’s enough to intrigue her. She follows the link to the HonMoan page.
The new account is pretty empty, and the most recent video is payment-locked, as the user had stated and Mira had been expecting. She scrolls past it, down to the next one that isn’t blacked-out. It’s less than ten minutes long and titled first vid! my gf makes me come with her hands.
The thumbnail is surprisingly tasteful, which Mira appreciates; softly-lit, a simple 45-degree angle close shot framing a girl’s body from roughly the hips down to mid-thigh on white, clean sheets. Creamy skin, soft lower belly, a smattering of freckles on the tops of her thighs, wearing a pair of sheer black panties with an opaque heart at the crotch, just a teasing hint of pink beneath the mesh.
Mira’s cursor is already hovering over the play button when she realises the opaque part isn’t material—the girl has shaved her pubic hair into the shape of a heart.
Cute.
Mira hits play.
The thumbnail turns out to be a frame from the very beginning of the video. The girl is rubbing her thighs together in anticipation, the sound of her shifting on the sheets being caught by what must be a decent microphone. In the background, someone speaks.
“How’s it looking, baby?”
She’s speaking Korean, which is another surprise, and she sounds pretty close to the mic; the voice is soft and low, oddly musical. Kind, Mira thinks, a bit ridiculously, just as another voice responds.
“Yep, perfect.” This voice is a little higher but just as soft, and from the direction the sound is coming from in Mira’s headphones, she can guess that it’s the girl lying down who is speaking. “Just don’t lean in too far—make sure your face stays out of the shot.”
On cue, a pair of disembodied hands appear as well. Small, soft-looking, nice hands, nails trimmed and neat and lightly polished. They slide soothingly up the freckled thighs, which quiver beneath them as they glide back down.
“But what if I want to taste you?” the lower voice says.
The way she says it isn’t sultry or even teasing. It sounds almost bashful, a little shy. It’s endearing, and Mira exhales sharply through her nose in a quiet laugh just as the other voice giggles—a soft, sparkling sound.
Mira turns the volume up.
“Save it for the next video, okay? Or just, y’know, later.”
“Hm. Okay,” replies the owner of the nice hands—presumably the titular Girlfriend—and Mira can practically hear the pout. “Ready?”
“Already recording.”
“Oh, oops.”
The hands smooth up the freckled thighs again. Slowly. Not tentatively, or even all that teasingly, just the slow movement of someone who does this often and enjoys taking their time. Thumbs press into the supple flesh as the thighs spread apart, the sound of a soft sigh echoing in Mira’s headphones.
“Love what you’ve done with your hair,” Girlfriend says.
Freckles giggles again. “I’m thinking I might dye it next.”
Are they going to be talking like this the whole video? Mira sort of hopes so.
“Yeah?” Girlfriend asks. “What colour?”
“Blue, maybe.” Freckles’ voice goes a little breathier as one thumb teases the very edge of her panties. “Or pink.”
“Pink,” Girlfriend echoes thoughtfully. “I like pink.”
As Mira’s own hand comes up to tuck a strand of her pink hair behind her ear, she realises that her face is warm. She’s blushing. Why the fuck is she blushing? She’s engaged in her fair share of dirty talk, but for some reason hearing these two girlfriends chat about pubic hair is making her flush like a virgin schoolgirl. Maybe she shouldn’t have had that last shot.
“A dusty pink would be cute,” Girlfriend is saying. “It’d match your, um…”
Freckles laughs. “You can say pussy, baby. It’s the internet.”
“It’s just so… crude.”
“Aw, I thought you liked mine?”
“I do,” Girlfriend says, and Mira can hear in her voice just how much she means it. The pad of one thumb brushes more firmly down the centre of the sheer panties. “I love it.”
Freckles lets out a breathy sound. “Get me naked, then.”
Girlfriend apparently doesn’t need telling twice. Her fingers curl beneath the waistband of the panties and there’s a slight shuffle and jostling as the garment is removed, and then the freckled thighs are open again, displaying a very pretty vulva that’s—sure enough—dusty pink, and just slightly glistening.
Girlfriend makes a cooing sound. “Excited?”
“I’m always excited for you to fuck me—oh.”
Freckles lets out a soft moan as a thumb passes over her—the slick sound of it easily picked up by the microphone. The noise reminds Mira that there actually was a reason she wanted to watch this video, and rearranges her laptop a little so she can get her hand down her pants. She’s oddly just as wet as Freckles looks onscreen. Wetter, maybe.
Mira begins playing with herself idly, just as Girlfriend is doing with Freckles onscreen. She uses both thumbs to spread her open a little, displaying her to the camera; Mira sees her clench around nothing and inadvertently does the same herself.
“How do you want it?” Girlfriend asks.
“Fast,” Freckles says, a little breathless, hips canting up to chase some friction. “I’ve been waiting hours.”
“You’re the one who spent so long playing with the lighting,” Girlfriend chides.
“It has to be perfect!”
“You’re already perfect,” Girlfriend says, unbearably fond, and twists her wrist to rub Freckles with the pads of two fingers instead.
Freckles moans again at the contact. “Please—”
She makes a high, keening sound as Girlfriend presses one finger inside her, thighs quivering already as the digit sinks into her all the way to the knuckle. It looks—and sounds—so enticing that Mira automatically does the same thing to herself, even though she isn’t usually a fan of penetration when she’s on her own. Oh well. When in Rome.
Girlfriend slowly drags the finger out and back in. Freckles makes a strangled sound.
“Oh, god—yes, one more—”
Girlfriend adds a second finger just as Mira does; she lets out a hitched gasp not unlike the one Freckles makes onscreen.
“Another?” Girlfriend asks.
“No, no, it’s enough—just fuck me, please,” Freckles says.
Girlfriend obliges.
They’re talking a lot less, now; Girlfriend seems to be very focused on what she’s doing and Freckles is apparently having a hard time forming words. The fingers onscreen move quickly but expertly, steady and relentless, pressing in and out with a delicate curl that Mira tries to replicate on herself. She feels clumsy and a bit ridiculous in comparison, a little desperate with her desire to keep up with them, basically holding her breath and straining to hear Freckles’ soft moans and gasps over the obscene sounds of the fingers fucking in and out of her.
Girlfriend whines a little. “I want you on my mouth so bad.”
“After—after, I promise, just—oh, fuck, feels so good—”
“You close?”
“Yes—yes, I’m coming, I’m—”
Mira comes just as Freckles does, fingers curled inside herself, grinding against the heel of her palm, thighs shaking just as much as the freckled ones onscreen. She’s silent apart from a breathy whimper, transfixed by the video as she rides out her climax along with Freckles, watching as Girlfriend gradually slows, pumping her fingers gently in time with the twitches of Freckles’ hips, Mira’s headphones filled with broken, keening gasps until they taper off into a long, soft sigh.
Girlfriend carefully withdraws her fingers. Freckles whines and clenches in protest and Mira almost does the same; she doesn’t want this to end, she realises.
The hand with the glistening fingers moves up and out of frame. From the wet sounds that proceed, Mira guesses that Girlfriend is sucking on them, and feels a little lightheaded.
“God,” Girlfriend says, a little heady. “You always taste amazing.”
Freckles giggles. “Let me try.”
There’s some jostling as Freckles appears to sit up a little and Girlfriend leans forward, bringing her lower body into view—purple underwear-clad hips pressing in-between Freckles’ spread legs. For a moment, there’s nothing really happening onscreen, just the unmistakable sounds of them kissing in the background, until Freckles pushes her hips up against her girlfriend and they let out adorable twin sighs.
“Can we turn this off so I can go down on you, please?” Girlfriend mumbles.
Freckles laughs breathlessly, and there’s a fumbling sound as she grabs for the camera. “Yeah, yes, let me just—”
The screen goes black.
The video ends.
Mira slumps fully back against her pillows with her hand still down her pants.
Breathes, “Holy shit.”
Mira doesn’t buy the other video immediately.
She has work, and classes to keep up with, and while she does have a healthy libido she also has an imagination that usually suits her just fine. But she can’t stop thinking about those voices, those hands, those freckled thighs. So after a couple of weeks, once her pay comes through from her part-time job, and she’s paid her bills and restocked her fridge, she figures she has enough left over to splurge a little.
She settles into bed with a half-finished glass of wine to watch making my gf squirt with her (second!) favourite toy.
It seems to be shot basically the same way as the first video; soft lighting, close-up from roughly the waist down, 45-degree angle. Only this time, there’s a dark grey towel spread out on the bed beneath her, and the girl is freckle-less, with slightly more abdominal definition, hipbones a little more prominent. She’s also underwear-free and fully hairless—which is fine, Mira has no preference.
As soon as the video starts, the girls are talking.
“The bigger one, please,” Girlfriend is saying, a little breathless. She’s pink and swollen and already shining all over with slick, or maybe saliva, so it’s possible they’ve already been going for a while.
Freckles’ voice sounds far away, likely fetching a sex toy. “They won’t see you come properly with that one!”
“Okay, okay, the metal one.”
“Yay!” The camera jiggles a little as Freckles presumably returns to the bed. “Sit up a bit, let me get in behind you.”
More jostling. It’s easily the most well-lit, tastefully-shot amateur porn Mira has ever seen while simultaneously being a bit chaotic and ridiculous. She sips her wine and watches as a pair of freckled thighs appear onscreen, bracketing the unfreckled ones, and an arm wraps around Girlfriend’s waist. Girlfriend appears to twist around a little, and then the only sound is of them kissing for a while, interspersed with breathy little noises.
It’s fucking cute.
“Okay,” Freckles says softly. “Do you want the bigger end?”
“Please,” Girlfriend responds, equally soft, shifting to get more comfortable and spread her legs wider.
A hand appears, holding a silver toy. It’s C-shaped and slightly tapered, made from what must be stainless steel, with balls on either end. Freckles holds the thinner side and snakes it down between Girlfriend’s legs, and then Girlfriend reaches down as well to help guide the thicker end inside her.
The sound she makes is devastating. Mira sets her wine glass down and gets her own hand down her shorts.
She touches herself as Freckles fucks her girlfriend with the curved toy, listens to Girlfriend’s moans and whimpers and soft cries, watches as her thighs shake and her abdomen tenses and how the toy glistens with slick as Girlfriend gets wetter and wetter the more she takes it. With her headphones on it’s almost like Mira is there with them, Girlfriend moaning into her neck, Freckles whispering yes, yes, you’re doing so good, baby into her ear until Girlfriend’s voice cracks as she says—
“Baby, baby—oh, god—”
Girlfriend comes with a wail and a gush of clear fluid, immediately soaking the toy, Freckles’ hand, and the towel beneath them. Mira, utterly transfixed, forgets that she’s even supposed to be masturbating, watching as Freckles withdraws the toy to drop it on the towel and wraps both arms around her girlfriend’s waist.
“Oh, fuck,” Girlfriend is saying, sounding a bit teary.
“I know—I know, baby, it was a lot,” Freckles soothes. “You’re okay.”
“Did I get the sheets?”
“No, no, you didn’t, you were perfect.”
Girlfriend sniffles. “I love you.”
“I love you so much.”
Girlfriend twists around again until she’s lying on her side between Freckles’ spread legs. The final three minutes of the video are like that—the two of them just holding each other and kissing and murmuring so quietly that the mic doesn’t fully pick up the words. Mira watches the whole thing, hand unmoving but still down her shorts, until Freckles lets out a soft hum.
“Okay,” she says. “You need some electrolytes.”
“M’sleepy,” Girlfriend mumbles.
“You gotta rehydrate, babe.”
“Mm. Okay.”
A hand reaches for the camera.
The video ends.
Mira removes her headphones, shuts her laptop and moves both to her side table. She lays down on her back and stares at the ceiling for a while, then finishes herself off—desperately, achingly—imagining soft skin and sighs and kisses and two girls whispering I love you against her neck.
Mira attends classes like usual and works a few nights a week at a local bar. Her classes are fun and interesting, her teachers kind and informative, and she’s friendly with her fellow students and a couple of coworkers. She hooks up with someone one time after work, but the girl doesn’t stick around for cuddles after so it doesn’t really go any further, so Mira finds herself alone most nights, fantasising about nice hands and freckled thighs and two warm bodies pressing in on her from either side.
squirtlexxxsquad posts a new video every few weeks. As the end of the first semester looms, Mira has purchased, watched and somewhat shamefully mentally reviewed each one.
They’re all reasonably priced and similarly shot, usually from the waist down to preserve their anonymity. Soft lighting, sound and image quality impeccable, and the sex itself is always extremely giggly and chatty and enthusiastic. The video titles are equally enthusiastic and usually self-explanatory, with no further text or descriptions:
gf fucks me with our favourite strap!
scissoring with my gf (simultaneous orgasms!)
doing my gf from behind (squirting!)
gf overstims me with a vibe (i come 6x!)
gf rides my fingers on the couch oops
playing w/ a double-ended toy with my gf (we both squirt yay!)
edging my gf until she kinda comes untouched? (sorry babe lol)
size training with biiiiig toy ft. cheerleader gf haha
Mira is only human and also a pathetic lesbian, so obviously she likes the ones where the girls show a little more of their bodies—they both have pretty boobs and cute nipples and peachy butts, delicious enough to bite. But mostly she enjoys the way they talk to each other, the way they laugh together, and the way that they’re clearly, adorably, disgustingly in love.
gf sits on my face til she comes is one of their quieter videos, since Freckles’ mouth is occupied, but it’s still ridiculously hot. The shot frames Freckles’ body on the bed from the waist up, displaying her freckled chest and neck and just her chin and lower lip as her girlfriend straddles her face. The viewer can’t see much more than that, but watching the way Freckles’ jaw works and how she tweaks and kneads and massages her own breasts with Girlfriend writhing and grinding and making the prettiest, softest sounds as she comes on her mouth is enough for Mira to fling her own underwear across the room.
She gets off to it maybe six times over the course of a couple of weeks. It’s her favourite for a while, until she’s packing to go home for the summer and gets an alert that a new video has been posted.
pillow talk & naked cuddles with my gf
Mira immediately clicks the link. The video is free, and has a description for a change:
free vid this time! we’re both fucked (not in the fun way) from end of semester stuff so we’re not really boning rn, but we always make time for some nakey cuddles at the end of the day!! nobody will watch this hahah it’s probs super boring, we’ll be back to making sexy content after our summer break but enjoy my gf’s cute butt in the meantime
So they’re students. Mira isn’t all that surprised—from their bodies and voices they seem pretty young. The realism of them being too tired from school to actually fuck is kind of refreshing, and the fact that they make time to cuddle every day is—
Cute. Tooth-rottingly cute. Mira sighs and hits play.
They’re both on the bed when the video starts, completely naked and framed from the shoulders down. Girlfriend has her back to the camera with her cute butt fully on display, and their legs are all tangled together, and for a full twenty minutes they just talk vaguely about their respective days and their plans for the summer, all the while exchanging kisses and soft touches and giggles.
“I missed you today,” Freckles says at one point. “This is so nice.”
Girlfriend hums warmly. “I’m so glad I get to come home to you every day.”
“Love you. So much. I hope you never forget that.”
“Never. I love you, too.”
They start kissing again. Mira thinks the camera has gone out of focus for a moment but apparently she’s just tearing up a little bit.
“Jesus,” she mumbles, wiping her eyes under her glasses. “What the fuck is wrong with me.”
Mira goes back to her family’s estate for summer break, spending her time swimming and sunbathing and feigning deafness when her parents decide to brag about her brother’s mediocrity despite the fact that Mira is acing all of her classes. Something about being under her parents’ roof kills her sex drive in general, and she has the irrational concern that her mother might read her mind if she were to actually watch porn, but still—at night, maybe a couple of times a week, she puts her headphones on and just listens to the pillow talk video, letting the sounds of soft, murmured voices and kisses and sighs carry her off to sleep.
Things pick up again when Mira returns to school for her second semester. She’s taking an eight-week photography intensive as an elective, and when Mira slides into a random chair on her first day, the girl sitting next to her immediately rounds on her and asks, “Hey, can I borrow a pen?”
She’s devastatingly cute; petite, dark hair done up in space buns with bangs and some loose strands framing her face. A very pretty, freckled face—soft cheeks, brown eyes, and a wide, dimpled, apologetic grin.
“Oh, sure,” Mira says, and fishes out a spare from her backpack. “Here.”
The professor arrives soon after and starts running through the course structure and curriculum and how they’ll be graded for their final project at the end of the eight weeks. Mira tries to pay attention but keeps getting distracted by the girl beside her as she takes the most haphazard notes Mira has ever seen, doodling little stars and hearts and turtles in the margins of her notebook. She quietly accepts the fact that she will most likely not be getting the pen back at the end of class.
She turns out to be wrong, though, because as everyone begins moving around and packing up, the girl turns to her and hands it back.
“Thanks!” the girl chirps. “I managed to get here on time today but forgot everything I actually needed.”
Mira huffs in amusement as she stows the pen away. “Can’t win them all, I guess.”
The girl laughs. “I’m Zoey, by the way. What brings you to photography 101?”
“Mira,” Mira replies, as both of them get up to leave. “I’m studying fashion design and marketing. Figured an additional photography course would be useful. You?”
“Film production major. I need the extra credit—my professors say they love my vision but I lack focus.”
“I see.”
“Hey, look—sorry if this is too forward,” Zoey says, and Mira’s heart flips a little bit, hardly allowing herself to dare to think that this cute girl she barely knows might actually be—
“Did you want to work together for the final project?” Zoey continues. “I mean, I know they’re individual, but like a two-person study group? I already have a bunch of equipment and lenses and editing software, so it’ll save you from having to rent everything from the office. Their cameras are usually pretty beat up.”
Oh. So that’s all it is. But, hey—it’s still an opportunity to spend some time with her, and who’s to say it won’t go somewhere?
“Sure,” Mira says. “That’d be great, actually.”
“Great!” Zoey grins, all freckled and dimpled again. Fuck, she’s cute. “Free equipment and expertise in exchange for holding me accountable.”
“Is that all I am to you?” Mira asks, light, teasing. “Accountability?”
Zoey laughs. “My ADHD meds work wonders but not miracles. At least that’s what my girlfriend says.”
Something in Mira deflates and shrivels. Of course she’s already taken. Oh well.
“You busy right now?” Zoey asks. “You like boba?”
“I do,” Mira says. “But I have to get to a lecture. Next time?”
“Yes!” Zoey fumbles in her pocket for her phone. “Lemme get your number.”
She meets Zoey for boba. Zoey brings her favourite camera—“My precious son, my baby boy—” and a few lenses and walks Mira through the various functions; Mira knows the basics but nothing super in-depth. Zoey knows what she’s talking about, and they meet up multiple times to plan out their projects over the next couple of weeks, and text pretty regularly. Zoey likes memes far more than the average person, Mira discovers.
There’s something oddly familiar about her, in her voice and her laugh and even the way she types. But Mira might be imagining it. She’s become comfortable with Zoey pretty quickly. She likes her—likes the way she talks with her hands and somehow retains knowledge about everything and nothing, likes the way she walks and dresses and smells. Normal things. She definitely likes her way too much, considering she already has a girlfriend.
Zoey mentions her girlfriend frequently. Not in an annoying way, though Mira doubts she’d be annoyed by anything Zoey wants to talk about, but just enough to paint a picture. They’ve been together a couple of years, her name is Rumi, she’s double-majoring in business management and psychology, and she’s brilliant and kind and maybe the most beautiful person on earth, if Zoey’s flailing descriptions are to be believed.
Again, oh well. Mira enjoys Zoey’s company, and that’s enough. It’s nice to have a friend.
A couple of days after another study-lunch with Zoey, squirtlexxxsquad posts a new video.
gf fucks me spooning style with new strap!
Mira is already settled down for the night, just sending off some emails in bed, and it’s been a while, actually, so she preemptively gets her pants off and settles down more comfortably before finalising her purchase and hitting play.
Freckles is lying on her side in bed, displaying her wide hips and freckled thighs and soft belly. The framing barely catches the underside of her breasts and just a hint of her nipples, and as Mira watches, Girlfriend moves in behind her and hooks a hand under her knee to spread her thighs apart a little, just enough for Mira to glimpse a flash of Freckles all flushed and wet, before a translucent pink strap-on blocks the view.
Freckles sandwiches the toy between her thighs and Girlfriend starts rocking, the silicone not penetrating her but just dragging wetly against her over and over. Freckles sighs, grinding back and down against it for a while, before she giggles and her torso twists a little as she turns to speak to her girlfriend.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you worked up,” Girlfriend replies.
“I’m already worked up!”
Girlfriend hums, and there’s the sound of an open-mouthed kiss being pressed somewhere—a neck, or shoulder, maybe. “I like the sounds you make.”
“You’ll like them more when you’re inside me,” Freckles says reasonably.
“Okay, okay,” Girlfriend laughs, and Freckles spreads her legs a little more, and Girlfriend re-angles the strap to push it inside her.
The wet sound it makes, and the exalted, desperate gasp it elicits from Freckles, is enough to make Mira salivate. What she wouldn’t give to have her mouth down there, to feel Freckles against her tongue as she stretches and yields and clenches around the toy. Totally normal horny thoughts.
“What got you all worked up already, hm?” Girlfriend murmurs as she starts fucking her steadily. “Did you have fun with your friend today?”
Freckles keens. “Fuck—fuck, babe, she’s soooo pretty.”
That’s different. Freckles and Girlfriend seem completely swept up in each other and have never mentioned anyone else in their videos before, but Mira supposes it’s possible that they’re open and sleep with other people. She feels a completely irrational twinge of jealousy, but it’s quickly soothed by the feeling of her own fingers pushing into herself. She’s been fucking herself like this more often, some part of her trying to match the goings-on onscreen; she really should buy herself a more appropriate toy, maybe that C-curved stainless steel one, or just something with a bit more girth.
“Do you think she’d be soft like this?” Girlfriend is saying, drawing Freckles’ leg up to spread her wider. “Or harder?”
“Please—please harder, oh my god—”
The sound of their hips meeting makes Mira groan, and for a while, that’s the only sound in the video—sighs and gasps and soft little mewls, Mira rocking her hips up in time with Girlfriend’s thrusts as the noises and visuals inch her ever closer to climax. They don’t speak again until Freckles starts making those telltale keening sounds that Mira has learned to mean that she’s close to coming, and Freckles snakes her hand down to touch herself.
“Baby, no,” Girlfriend objects gently, reaching around Freckles’ body to touch her, too. “This is for you, let me—”
“M’close—”
“I know, let me do it—”
Freckles doesn’t fight her on it. How could she, when her girlfriend’s hands can do that? Mira still isn’t over them—those slender, dexterous, gentle fingers with pretty, sensible nails. God, she’s so fucking gay. She’s going to come so hard watching this.
She does come hard, at the same time as Freckles does—Mira’s thighs clamping shut around her hand while Freckles’ spread wider. Girlfriend patiently touches her through it, drawing it out, which extends Mira’s orgasm too, until she’s coming down and panting along with the girl on the screen.
Girlfriend doesn’t withdraw yet, just drags her hand up Freckles’ body in a slow caress until she presumably catches her chin in her hand to turn her face towards her. Mira strains to hear them kissing, a little messy and breathless, thinking how badly she wants to see it, until Freckles sighs and murmurs, “Love you.”
“Mm. Love you,” Girlfriend says. “Did you like the new one?”
Freckles giggles. “I love the pink.”
“I bet you do.”
Freckles gives her girlfriend another kiss as she moves to pull out. “You want a turn?”
“Yes please.”
“Vibe, or?”
“Just you.”
Freckles reaches for the camera and the video ends.
Life happens. The days crawl but the weeks feel short, and the weight of her schoolwork and work-work follows Mira around like a thick shadow. It’s not the worst thing—she likes working hard, likes seeing her design projects come together and the emails full of praise from her professors and the money that comes into her bank account. It’s nice to have a normal university experience after her lacklustre first year.
She keeps watching squirtlexxxsquad. Not as often as she did in the beginning, and they haven’t posted a new video since the spooning one, but she still watches occasionally. When she’s lying in bed at night with her head still buzzing from work or class or an abnormally busy day, unable to shut her brain off, a quick, self-induced orgasm can usually sort that out, and it’s nice to have a visual aid.
She’s fallen asleep to the pillow talk video far more times than she cares to admit. She doesn’t get off to it—there’s just something about it that puts her at ease, the little murmurings of I love you and soft sounds of skin-on-skin.
Mira meets with Zoey almost every day. To work on their projects, sometimes just sitting in silence on their laptops as they do their respective coursework, but more often than not they just get food and hang out. There’s still something familiar about Zoey, but everything about her is familiar by now; it’s hard not to feel like you know everything about a person when they talk a million miles a minute.
And Mira still has a raging crush on her, but when she mentions Rumi and gets that dreamy look in her eyes, Mira forcefully tries to douse the flames. She’s happy that Zoey is so clearly, deeply in love. She’s happy for her friend.
The Friday before the week their final projects are due, they’re on-campus, catching up over boba and making some final edits before they take everything to get printed, when Zoey’s phone rings.
“One sec,” she says to Mira, then answers. “Hi babe! Yeah—no, I’m in the quad. Oh, you’re—?”
Her head jerks up, eyes scanning the sparse crowd, and her face lights up as she starts waving at someone behind Mira’s back. “I see you—I’m waving—yes, hi!"
Zoey laughs and hangs up. “That was Rumi,” she tells Mira. “You good to meet her?”
“Oh, sure,” Mira says, nonchalantly turning in her chair. “Is she—”
Maybe Zoey wasn’t exaggerating when she described her girlfriend as the most beautiful woman on earth. Dressed in tailored trousers that make her legs go on for miles and a high-necked tank top that accentuates her broad shoulders and toned arms, hair done up in a long braid, topped off with a soft face and kind eyes and pouty pink lips that Mira is looking at extremely respectfully.
“Hey, babe,” Zoey says brightly.
“Hi, baby,” Rumi says, stooping a little to press a kiss to her hairline. “Well, this has to be her.”
Zoey giggles. “Yeah, this is Mira. Mira—meet my girlfriend.”
“Hey.” Rumi smiles at Mira, her voice soft and low and… also oddly familiar? “It’s great to finally meet you, Zoey’s told me a lot about you. I’m Rumi.”
She reaches out for a handshake, and with one glance at her fingers, it hits Mira like a bus.
Oh god.
She couldn’t see it out of context before, but now, looking at Zoey and Rumi together, it’s fucking undeniable. Their body types. Their voices. Their giggles. The hands. It’s all so fucking familiar because Mira’s been getting off to them for literal months.
Oh god.
Mira extends her own hand and forces her voice to work. “Hey, hi, yeah, I’m Mira.”
Nice, smooth, this is fine, Mira’s brain isn’t going to explode. Rumi’s hand is soft and warm in hers and oh god oh god—
“Sorry,” Rumi says, taking her hand back. “That was probably weird. Force of habit, I’m a business major.”
Right—she thinks that Mira’s hesitation was about the handshake itself and not because Mira is internally crashing out because she’s just realised that she has definitely, one hundred percent been paying to watch these two women have sex with each other since the beginning of the year.
“It’s cool,” Mira says, and it is cool, it’s fine, she’s so fine. “Zoey mentioned you’re double majoring. Psych, right?”
“Good memory,” Zoey says, shutting her laptop and standing up. “I should use the bathroom before we go. What time—?”
“Six,” Rumi says, automatic. “You know how Celine likes to eat early.”
“You like to eat early,” Zoey says and oh god, oh fuck, Mira wants to melt into the ground. “Be right back.”
Zoey scurries off as Rumi sits down, and then Mira is left alone with her, and Mira doesn’t know if this is better or worse, but she’s already in hell so she supposes she doesn’t have much lower to go.
“Sorry to steal her away,” Rumi says. “We’re meeting my aunt for dinner.”
“Oh, yeah,” Mira says, as normally as she can muster. “No problem.”
“But Zoey was saying that we should have you over to eat sometime?”
Maybe Mira’s horny brain has fully taken the wheel, but she’s certain she heard that wrong. “Sorry?”
“We’d like to have you over at our place for dinner,” Rumi says smoothly. “Zoey says you’ve been a huge help to her with this project.”
That’s really sweet, actually, Mira manages to think, despite all of everything. “I mean, she was the one helping me, really—I’d have had to rent everything, if it weren’t for her.”
“Still.” Rumi smiles and Mira’s brain melts. “You kept her on track.”
Mira laughs, somewhat incredulously. How is this her life? “Yeah, sure, I guess.”
“She considers you a friend,” Rumi says, soft and lovely and unreasonably honest. “I’d like to consider you a friend too.”
Shit. “Yeah. I’d—yeah, I’d like that.”
“So, dinner? I have some things I need to wrap up, but maybe in a couple of weeks?”
Shit. “Yeah, of course.”
Zoey reappears at that moment, bumping Rumi’s hip with hers before packing up her stuff. “Never mind, there was a line—I’ll go at the restaurant. What’d I miss?”
“We’re having Mira for dinner,” Rumi says cheerfully.
“Yay!” Zoey exclaims, though Mira’s internal monologue does not exactly agree. “Okay, we gotta go, but I’ll message you, Mir—I’ll let you know how the prints turn out.”
“Cool. Thanks,” Mira says hollowly. “Uh, have fun tonight, I guess.”
“Oh, we definitely will,” Zoey grins.
Rumi lays her hand on Mira’s arm. “It was really great meeting you, Mira.”
Rumi’s hand is hot. Or maybe it’s Mira. Maybe Mira’s whole body is hot.
Mira watches them walk away, hand-in-hand, her heart simultaneously somersaulting and exploding and sinking.
It’s okay. She can be normal about this.