[RA] Princess Charming

The following takes place during Scarlet and Elise's date at the Cinema.

I'm gonna kill this bitch.

"Yes, the only reason I could have put highlights in my hair is for a man. Thanks for realising, I didn't know how to bring it up." I growl. All fucking night I've been putting up with her bullshit. What, getting up the duff magically makes your casserole not taste like powdered shit? Sure Minnie, that's totally how it works. It's like how I absolutely care about the new colour of drapes you want.

"I knew it!" Minnie smiles proudly. I will not hit a pregnant woman... I won't... I mean... No, I'm better than that at least. I grab my phone and look for backup. Scarlet's a lost cause, she's either knee deep in her own tears or knuckle deep in Elise. That leaves my nuclear option, time to make my escape.

I type out the address, and add 'SOS, come pick me up.' and send it to Trish. Worst case scenario, she tries another hundred shitty chat up lines on me. I'll take it over this. A few minutes of small talk pass until I get my response. 'I'm outside.'

"I need to go to the bathroom." I state, leaving the dining table and then the room. And then the house. Fuck 'em. I head round to the passenger door and get into Trish's car.

"Your text made it sound like you were getting murdered." My knight in shining armour jokes.

"Oh, trust me. Someone would have died." I answer. "Just... Take me anywhere, yeah? Anywhere except here and home." I'd settle for just driving at random.

"Rouge, I've been trying to take you for days, can't believe this was all it took." Trish grins as the car sets off. This has been our dynamic since the party. She comes up with a thousand different ways of chatting me up, I knock her back every time... Just, not too hard.

I'm straight. I am. No, I actually am, but Trish treats me like I'm actually worth desire, and I kind of need that after my boyfriend dumped me for a rando and my sister went from useless virgin to committed relationship in like a day. Who wouldn't need a confidence boost right now? For her part, Trish seems well aware of her progress... Annoyingly so

"Bitch just pisses me off, makes me want to break something, and she just smiles through it all, which makes me angrier." I explain through gritted teeth. So, here's the truth of the matter than no one seems to want to mention. Minnie cheated. A couple of years ago now. Jasper was a mess. And then as soon as the drama started everyone moved on. Like they just wanted to forget. I don't forget. I see who that whore is, even if they don't.

"Trish. Why are we at Honey's?" I ask, realising where we've parked up.

"We're not going to the shop, we're going round the back." She replies. Oh Good. Can't wait to be surprise fingered in a dirty alley. She really know how to treat a girl. We make our way round to the back of the store where there's several garage doors lined up, she unlocks the second from the left and slides the door open. "After you." She offers as she pulls the cord to turn on the light. I enter the small space and find it... Surprisingly decked out. There's sofas, a mini-fridge, a stereo, even an old TV with a VHS player.

"What, is this your break room or something?" I ask. "Looks like something you'd find in a shitty porno... Or a documentary about serial killers. Probably both." I consider, taking a seat on the sofa.

Trish shuts the door and takes off her coat. She's wearing jeans and a white tank top, I never noticed how muscular her arms are... She'd probably feel like a man if she held me... Fuck off, I don't need cuddling right now. What do I need right now?

"Drink?" She offers. That. That's what I need right now. I hold out my hand and await my beverage. "We've only got cans of beer, so I hope you're not fussy." she laughs, handing me one and sitting down on the sofa next to me.

"Knowing what I like isn't being fussy, it's called preference, I wouldn't expect the bi girl to understand." I smirk. I actually don't mind beer. I'd take anything at this point, I'm way too stressed out.

Trish laughs again. "Oh, you know what my preference is, Princess." Right. Walked into that one. I decide that a glare is enough to dissuade that topic of conversation.

"What is this place meant to be anyway?" I ask, referring to the several boxes laying around.

"Oh, some stuff Roz is holding onto until they get vintage value, classic porn films, stylish lingerie, Marie Curie's butt plug, I dunno, stuff that she might be able to sell one day, plus anything reduced to clear, just generally stuff we don't want on the shop floor." She clarifies, glancing around. "I figured you didn't want to go home, this was the only other place."

"It's not like I don't want to go home, but the last thing I need is either finding out Scarlet's date went badly, and having to console her, or hearing it went well, and hearing them fucking all night. No thanks." I correct her.

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure Elise is secretly the dirtiest out of all of us, it wouldn't surprise me." She grins. "Good for them." Hang on a fucking minute.

"I literally had a threesome, and you think Frenchie's the sexual prodigy?" I argue. I understand it's a weird thing to be offended by, but come on, they wouldn't even be in that situation if it wasn't for me.

Trish just shrugs awkwardly. "How did that work, by the way? I mean mechanically?" She asks forwardly.

"Why? So you can picture it when you're wanking?" I snarl.

"Yes. Obviously." She responds bluntly. Can't fault her honesty.

"There wasn't exactly a blueprint, just a lot of fucking and lockjaw." I reply, equally honestly. The real story of that night is a guy wanting to hook up with the other guy, but he would only agree if I was involved, I figured, why not? Fun experiences, helping out, win-win. Turns out trying to satisfy two guys is a lot of effort, and it's not like they knew how to please a woman. Think they live together now though, so it worked out for them.

"No sore arse?" She asks. I kind of wanted to reward the honesty before, now this is getting oddly specific.

"No. No one touches my arsehole." I command. Really, the actual concept doesn't bother me, and I don't mind a bit of pain for pleasure, but letting someone fuck my arse makes me feel... Submissive, powerless, I always have control over the men, it's how I work.

Trish listens intently, as if learning from a wise sage. "Hmm... Pretty sure Elise would be into anal, that's one up on you." She decides.

Motherfucker.

"Theoretical anal doesn't count." I bark. There's silence for a moment, then a slow build of laughter from Trish. Alright, out of context, that's the weirdest thing I've ever said. "How do you always manage to make things sexual?"

Trish looks offended as she takes a sip of her beer. "Me? You brought up Scarlet and Elise's sex life, I just followed your lead, your majesty." She argues. Okay, that's a good point, maybe I have sex on the brain lately, but my last sexual encounter was interrupted, it's hardly my fault. I have a right to a libido too.

"Right, you follow my lead now, but when I'm literally fingering myself you won't touch me." I spit. I know it's unreasonable, shut up.

"But then I wouldn't get to hear you try and bluster your way out of admitting you're more pent up than a blocked drain." She smiles sweetly. Wow, what a complement. I love being compared to plumbing.

I mean, she's right, but that's not relevant.

"Ooh, you finally found it, the perfect chat-up line was comparing me to a U-bend. Take me now!" I mock her, knocking back another swig of my beer.

"Sure, make jokes, that'll make you come." She retorts, smugly. I refuse to be judged on my libido by a virgin. And a bisexual virgin at that, it's like double virgin.

"Fine, it's been a little while. I'm a tad frustrated, are you happy now?" I admit. If this is a seduction technique it's not going to work, I don't care how horny I am, it takes more than paying attention to get me into bed.

Trish groans. "Urgh, same, I swear, the motor in my vibrator is dying from overuse." She reveals. Huh. Okay, maybe she was just looking to relate. Sometimes I forget Trish has the mind game capacity of a drunk sparrow.

"You could just get laid. You've got like twice as many options as everyone else." I snort. I try not to think about her with my sister, even if it didn't really happen, but I guess that'd be pretty frustrating too.

"So could you, what happened to 'If I want a snog there's always a guy spare' or whatever it was?" She asks. Truthfully. I just don't want to be around men at the minute. Feels like I've had nothing but bad luck with them.

"No one that takes my fancy." I answer shortly. "That's not an invitation for women though." I add. Can't let her get too big-headed, she might stop trying, and then no one's chasing me.

"Snap. Not about the women, but no one really clicking. Feels like until I get the whole virginity thing sorted I can't seem to make a move. I have the soul of a slut, trapped in a cage!" She jokes. That might be the most relatable thing she's ever said. Weirdly.

I snort at her erotic poetry. "If that's your attempt at getting a pity fuck it's not gonna happen."

"Pity? Nah, you're gonna fuck me when you want to, I'm just enjoying the ride before I... Enjoy the ride." She chuckles. "Just sucks we both have to be horny, while the girls who couldn't even talk about porn have wild sex."

Wild's probably pushing it. "They're both vanilla, it's probably some light fingering and trying to figure out how much they should moan." I correct her with a smirk.

"More than we're getting." Trish points out. Fuck you, that's not my point. "Still, I'd rather hang out with you and fuck myself than have mediocre sex with some dickhead." She adds, raising her can for cheers. She really means that... Doesn't she? I'm not going to deny, it's nice having someone who does things solely on my terms... I push my can into hers and down the remainder.

"Go on then." I order.

Trish's face is one of confusion and a glimmer of hope. "Go on... What?" She asks timidly. Fucking virgins, they have no tact. I stand up and walk over to one of the boxes of tapes. I grab one of the tapes, before taking it over to the TV and putting it in.

"If you want to hang out with me, and fuck yourself, I don't see why we can't do both at the same time." I explain. It's not sex. It doesn't count. Might relieve the stress though.

"So... You want to watch me this time?" She asks, still confused. How would that be fun?

"No, I want to watch the film, and get off, like you do. We're going to do it anyway, might as well do it together." I clarify honestly. No tricks this time... Well, maybe being watched at the party did spark a little excitement, but it's not like I'm hiding that. "Only rule, no touching me. We're not having sex." I order, taking my seat on the sofa.

Trish's reaction slowly changes from fear to determination, then to opportunity. "But you can touch me?" She clarifies with a smile. Why would I do that?

"A good rule to follow is I always do whatever I want." I state blankly. The film starts up and it's monotone acting and mildly attractive people. Must be 80's or something. I start massaging my left boob through my shirt, I need to get myself more in the mood. Suddenly a tank top falls to the ground. Trish now sits next to me clad only in jeans and a bra. "I didn't say get naked." I object.

"Didn't say not to, and I like to be naked when I touch myself, not a problem is it? Unless you see something you like?" She grins as she reaches back and unhooks her bra, sliding it off her arms and throwing it to the ground. Wow. Her tits are... Fucking impressive. They make mine look like bee stings. She continues undressing, unzipping her jeans and sliding them down her long tan legs, leaving only her lacy knickers, before they follow the same path off of her body. "Now you've seen me naked too. Looks like I've lost my advantage."

That bitch, she doesn't care about shit like that, she just wants me to look at her. Which I won't I'm not. I'm not looking at her pinching her nipples, or her other hand tracing circles around her toned stomach. I'm not looking at her opening her legs, giving me a clear view of her cunt and the landing strip of hair highlighting it. I'm not observing every detail of her body. No. Fuck this.

I stand up, making Trish jump in surprise. I'm always in control. I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the ground, followed by my bra, then my skirt, my leggings, and my underwear, before returning to my seat. "No touching." I repeat, as my hand glides down to my now slick cunt. Fuck, I think being watched really does something, the guys never had the patience, but as I begin to massage my clit I notice Trish is staring straight at me, rather than the film.

I meet her gaze, her hand thoroughly working her clit in the periphery of my vision. She's looking straight at me as I pleasure myself... And I don't want her to stop. The minutes pass and soon the film barely registers as we stare directly at each other, all I can smell is our juices flowing, all I can hear is the wet sound of both of us fingering our holes, and the occasional moan that slips form one of our mouths. Why am I so wet from just being looked at? From feeling so ****? Why does it feel so good?

"Ask me again." I order breathlessly.

"Can I fuck you?" She moans.

"No." I reply. Fuck. It's like a bomb goes off inside me, I need more. "Ask me again."

"Can I eat your pussy?" She obeys.

Oh fuck, another wave of pleasure flows from my twat, this is way more intense than when I'm on my own. "Ask me again." I beg.

Trish is clearly enjoying this too, as she moans before responding. "I'm not asking, I'm gonna fuck your asshole." Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I can't contain it, as my leg starts shaking, it feels like my entire body's being ripped apart by my orgasm. My eyes roll back in my head, and my breathing loses control. I scream out in awe of how good this feels. Oh fuck. I've missed decent orgasms.

Trish continues fingering herself, I can tell she's close. There's no decision to be made anymore. I lean forward to whisper in her ear. "Tomorrow. You're gonna fuck me tomorrow." I inform her as I put my come-covered fingers in her mouth. A taste of what to look forward to. Trish's orgasm is equally intense, I move away as she begins shaking as moaning.

"Did... Did you mean that?" She asks, trying to regain her senses.

As if I'd lie about something like that for her benefit. "Bring some toys." I advise her, as I start to dress myself. "Not a word about this. If you're good... Maybe we'll discuss future arrangements." I add formally.

I don't care if I'm straight, I deserve a good fucking, I'll take what I can get.

Fuck, she better be good.