SSSD - Earnest

“Hmm,” Ro says, thinking hard. “Of course I’ll help. I don’t think it would be that hard. She’s pretty easy to talk to and approachable. And she’s in CCL, so even if she hadn’t been, uh, doing the stuff that she’s been doing, you kind of know that she’s down.” Ro catches herself there; she’s not only repeating herself but saying stuff that she probably shouldn’t. That’s the weed talking. “I mean, you can pretty much just flirt with her and I know she’ll flirt back. She likes Shibari. I know that. Uh… but sure, I’ll help you. If you tell me what you need.”

Marit nods, unreadable. Her eyes flick toward Birgitte, who pretends not to notice.

“I don’t think you need to do all this edging. I don’t think that’s necessary,” Ro adds nervously. “You’re really pretty and I’m sure you’re really nice. I think that’s probably plenty.”

<CCL,> Marit says, sounding out the three syllables slowly.

“Yeah. It’s a sorority. A bunch of college girls. Do they have those in Norway? They live right outside of town up on a hill in a big, spooky mansion,” Ro says, taking a freshly rolled joint from Birgitte and a modest hit. She passes it to Marit. “It’s so haunted-looking. I’ve seen it once. And there have been a gazillion murders there. A gazillion. It’s like so bad. It’s probably so great, though. Because there’s like all these stories. And they do these parties that everyone talks about and wet T-shirt contests and they raise money for like stuff in the community all the time. And I know they’re doing like sexy sleepovers and stuff, or I don’t know if it counts as a sleepover, but I’m picturing them do that in each other’s rooms and like pillow fights and stuff. And I heard they watch like old-school erotic thrillers together like Basic Instinct and that good one with Jennifer Tilly, and I’m always picturing like this room full of girls masturbating together and that’s not even getting into like the initiation stuff. I heard they spank you. I’d get murdered for that. I heard there’s something with toys and that they have a whole S&M dungeon and stuff…” Ro blinks a few times and looks over at Marit, who’s listening intently while lightly stroking her pussy. “That’s so hot,” Ro says.

Marit smiles graciously.

Birgitte reaches over and softly rubs the top of Ro’s head.

<Thank you for that important information,> she says.

<What did she say?> Marit asks.

<I don’t know. Masturbation.>

<Is she talking about me?> Marit seems puzzled.

<I don’t think so.>

<Strange girl.>

<She likes watching you do that.>

<Does she?>

<Look at her.>

<I am looking at her.>

Ro coughs and accepts a half-empty bottle of beer from Marit. She gratefully takes a drink.

“Thanks,” she says. Birgitte pats her head.

Marit lets out a long, complicated sigh. She settles back and shifts her hips, then turns on her egg and places it above her clit. This time, she uses her other hand to flick at the hood of her clit. She grits her teeth and her body tenses. She grunts softly and her pale thighs squeeze together.

Birgitte watches with a little smile. Ro watches the same way she watched a certain Disney movie when she was little and just realizing that girls made her feel weird.

Marit is now limp and Ro is the tense one. The simmer between her legs is going to boil.

She comes to her senses and sits up.

“Oh gosh,” she says, heady with the smell of weed and Marit. “I should get back to work. Um, thanks for letting me hang out with you guys.” She shakes her head to clear it. It doesn’t really work. She’ll need to shower to get this smell off her and sober up a little bit, although this was nice.

Birgitte catches her wrist as she tries to stand up.

<What did you say about spanking and ****?> she asks.

“Huh? Oh, uh… I was being funny.” It’s not as though she can get any redder. “Like, I would totally let myself get murdered if it meant some CCL girls would spank me… I’m not trying to be weird, I just don’t smoke much. Sorry. Sorry.”

Birgitte releases her and Ro scurries out of the room, heading straight for the showers. There, she sheds her clothes and gets under the water. The ten seconds or so that it takes to heat up are painful, but soon she’s enveloped in steam. She hopes that she won’t get in trouble for smoking, but she doesn’t think that she will. It’s unlikely that Marit and Birgitte are the only ones who partake. It’ll be fine… as long as she doesn’t lose focus and ramble again.

Even without Marit literally doing a live masturbation show, all that fantasizing about CCL with the power of THC is such a turn-on. Those are the fantasies that she unironically touches herself to at night. She’s feeling it now as the hot water runs over her body.

Should she rub one out?

Or wait until later?