SSSD - Accept

“OK, just warning you that I haven’t smoked since like high school except for maybe two gummies, so this will probably fuck me up,” Ro says self-consciously as she sits on the bed between them. They make room for her. She puffs, coughs, and gives it back to Marit, then clears her throat some more. “Great. Tasty.”

Marit snorts and passes it to Birgitte, who’s still just reading.

Ro gets comfortable. It’s kind of nice that they’re being welcoming. Now, her job is to be cool and not act nervous. It seems like they weren’t talking when Ro arrived, so why would they talk now? The music plays on and Ro tries to observe Marit and Birgitte without being too obvious about it. She’s probably being pretty obvious, but the two Norwegians don’t care. They’re very chill.

Marit seems to be paying a lot of attention to her body. Ro doesn’t know how else to interpret it, but there’s nothing self-conscious about what Marit is doing, even with herself exposed this way. She watches the way that her flat belly moves with her breathing, and occasionally moves her legs slightly. Her nipples are rock-hard and difficult to look away from. Marit gives one the lights brush from the tip of her thumb, then she bites her lip and turns on the vibe. With her eyes closed and her head back, she places it just above the hood of her clit, careful not to touch it. She presses down, using her other hand to lightly stroke up and down her slit with a fingertip. Her legs quiver slightly and her breaths seem ****.

Sitting next to her, Ro feels like a cartoon thermometer filling up with red. Marit isn’t putting on a show for anyone.

Marit stops without finishing. Breathing hard through her nose, she looks down at herself. Her pussy twitches slightly and her thighs are soaked. She turns off the vibe and grimaces.

She’s edging. Ro wonders how long she’s been doing it. Marit places her hand on her belly, and then clenches her fingers. She must want to finish really badly.

If Alison were here, she would ask if Marit wanted some help. Ro is not Alison. She stays quiet and notices Birgitte watching her. Wordlessly, Birgitte offers the joint. Ro takes it, face burning.

<Is it working?> Marit asks.

Ro thinks she means the weed, but Birgitte replies. She looks past Ro at Marit, taking in the whole scene but focusing on her face.

<You look very sexy,> she says.

Marit doesn’t seem convinced. She was distracted all day and Ro hardly got to interact with her. The way that Marit dresses and the vaguely surly expression that she wears all the time doesn’t make her seem very approachable, but Ro hasn’t seen her actually be mean. Her personality is a mystery. Birgitte, meanwhile, seems to fully embody the aloof cool that she projects.

<You should ask her questions,> Birgitte says.

<I should ask you questions,> Marit replies a bit huffily, taking the joint from Ro. It’s about time to roll a new one.

<That is no fun,> Birgitte says. Ro has no idea what they’re talking about.

Marit nudges Ro. <Your friend,> she says.

“Huh? You mean Alison?”

Marit snorts and nods.

“What about her?” Ro asks.

Marit hesitates, then shakes her head. <It’s nothing.>

“Marit is in love,” Birgitte says without looking up from her book.

Ro chokes. Then she puts her face in her hand. Of course. Just as beautiful Norwegian women are fascinating and exotic to her, so Alison must seem to them. Especially with the way that she acts, doing her showoff teacher’s pet thing and driving it to the hilt.

Ro frowns. She’s not that baked yet. She gestures toward Marit’s lower half.

“How’s this help you with Alison?” she asks.

“She is displaying womanly charm,” Birgitte says in her broken English, trying not to laugh.

Ro’s smoky mind turns that over. Like, is Marit getting all horned up so that she’ll seem more sultry? Ro looks at her. Marit’s breathing, her parted lips, her rosy cheeks, and the look in her eyes.

“It’s working,” Ro tells her.

Marit seems to appreciate that.

<Birgitte made love to her and will tell me nothing,> Marit grumbles, flicking the roach at the other Norwegian. Birgitte patient puts it out and goes back to her book.

“Right,” Ro says, full of emotions.

<Tell me about her.>

“Um, well, she’s really nice,” Ro says bitterly. That’s true enough, even if she is vacuuming up all the comely lasses. “She’s in a famous sorority. And she likes to party, obviously. She’s easy to talk to.”

Marit narrows her eyes. She must have incredible THC tolerance. Ro’s already feeling a little sleepy.

<Will you help me talk to her?>

It’s a foregone conclusion that Ro will. She’s nothing if not a people pleaser, and it wouldn’t be the first time that she has agreed to do something that she didn’t really want to do. The question is how to go about it.

Should she earnestly try to help Marit get closer to Alison?

Or help her, but also leverage the situation for personal gain?