SSSD - Partake of the stash

“Um, if you insist.” If Ro can’t be confident, she can at least be committed. She has to trust her ability to read social cues, which has not historically been the best. She feels as though she has read this in a way that’s more or less grounded. Marit is not madly in love with her. Marit and Birgitte, who are basically decent people, want to make sure that she’s not alone with her thoughts and anxiety tonight. Marit isn’t trying to seduce her; these Norwegians do not think about nudity that way.

But Ro is at the very least confident that Marit is keeping an open mind.

She takes the bag of that looks the most commercial and least sketchy from the tin. She can’t read the writing on it, which is not Norwegian, but she can see the numbers: 25. That’s a lot. Marit looks on as Ro breaks the gummy and puts half in her mouth. She offers the other half to Marit, who takes it with a look of amusement. Marit probably has enough tolerance that she won’t even feel a single 25. Meanwhile, half of one will probably hit Ro like a truck in about twenty minutes.

That means she’d better make the most of those twenty minutes.

Marit hasn’t even finished chewing when Ro kisses her. It feels, and maybe is a little abrupt, but they can’t do small talk. It just… seems like the thing to do.

The gamble pays off, although only to a point. A part of Ro had hoped that Marit would voraciously accept the invitation and ravish her hungrily. That doesn’t happen. Ro’s kiss is soft and hesitant, and while Marit doesn’t seem hesitant, she is soft and gentle.

Ro is not complaining. Gummy-flavored making out naked in bed with a Norwegian in Antarctica isn’t on the bucket list, but only because it hadn’t occurred to her.

Marit is content to kiss and Ro lacks the courage to escalate, although their bodies get closer together under the covers until she can feel all of Marit up against her. She’s warm, smooth, and as far as Ro is concerned, Angelic.

Time flies when Ro is living her dream, and Marit has overwritten whatever dreams Ro had before. Somehow, Ro’s hand has gotten onto Marit’s chest and one modest breast is under her palm as they kiss. This is it. This is as good as it gets. Ro will spend the rest of her life trying to recapture this feeling.

Inevitably, the THC starts to hit. Things get a little more heated and giggly. Ro has never been wetter, but she’s not really thinking about that until Marit slips her some tongue. It’s hard to maneuver in such a small bed, especially when they’re both on their sides. Ro’s body wants what it wants. She moves her hips and spreads her legs, and Marit obligingly moves to accommodate her with one smooth thigh. Ro isn’t about to overtly hump Marit’s leg, but she squeezes closer.

That lets Marit feel hot and wet things are down there. She pulls back from the kiss and gazes curiously at Ro, stroking her face and hair. Then she takes Ro’s hand and places it on her wrist.

With or without the gummy, it’s a puzzling thing to do. When it’s clear that Ro doesn’t understand, Marit touches her chest, then her neck, then caresses her hip. She tries again with Ro’s hand, and Ro understands. Without words, Marit is asking Ro to tell her what she likes.

This worked up and high, Ro doesn’t even remember what embarrassment or self-consciousness are. She takes Marit’s hand and moves it decisively to her bottom.

Marit’s eyes pop open. It’s not judgment, just a surprise.

“Oh! No,” Ro says quickly with a laugh. “Not like that. Like this.” She takes Marit’s hand, lifts it from the smooth flesh of her buttock, then brings it back.

Marit understands and snorts. There’s maybe a little judgment in the amused look on her face, but Ro doubts that Marit is seriously going to kink-shame anyone.

Ro lets go, leaving Marit’s hand on her ass. Marit lifts it, then brings it down. It can hardly be called a smack, spank, or any other suitable word, but it gets the point across. Ro is not going to apologize to anyone for her kinks. She shivers.

Marit feels Ro’s hot, shuddering breath and seems to like that reaction. She delivers a slightly sharper smack and Ro lets out a slutty cry that doesn’t even sound like her. She buries her face in Marit’s neck and moves her pussy urgently against the Norwegian’s thigh.

Delighted, Marit pushes back and gives her a few more light spanks, turning Ro into a breathless mess. It’s when Marit grabs her buttock and squeezes that Ro can’t handle it. Marit holds her tightly, stroking her body as pleasure overtakes her.

It’s good enough that it might’ve knocked Ro out even without the gummy.

Marit doesn’t let go of Ro when her body stops trembling and becomes limp. Only when Ro starts to snore softly does Marit carefully reach down for the blankets, which slipped off a while ago. She covers their naked bodies and turns off the light.

SSSD

Ro wakes up in Marit’s arms with a dry mouth but not too much fog in her head.

Marit getting up is what woke her. She rolls over to see Marit pulling on a pair of simple, black, cotton panties. That’s enough to wake Ro up completely. Already, this has eclipsed every crush she’s ever had. She would do literally anything for Marit, her goddess.

Marit squeezes into some black skinny jeans, then an artfully ripped, long-sleeved tee, then a hoodie with a big, metallic, pointy, golden ‘S’ on it. She tugs on black socks and sits in her chair to put on her black sneakers, pausing when she sees that Ro is awake. She hesitates for a moment.

“Um,” Ro says.

Marit proceeds with tying her shoes.

<Good morning,> Ro says.

Marit avoids eye contact. <Good morning.>

“You look nice.”

Marit looks up. Ro thinks fast, trying to push the fog away.

<Pretty,> she says desperately. <You. Pretty.>

Marit stares as though Ro is something alien. She yanks her shoelaces tight, then gets to her feet, still staring.

Ro looks up at her nervously. Now she’s self-conscious, keeping the blankets up so that only her face is visible. The seconds become an eternity. Marit is unreadable.

Then she walks over to the bed and bends.

It is the quickest, briefest, shallowest smooch on the lips in recorded history, but it happens. It’s all the affirmation that Ro has ever wanted.

Marit sees the way that Ro glows, beaming up at her. Visibly embarrassed, Marit hurries out of the room.

The bed is warm and it smells like Marit. Ro doesn’t want to get up, but she has to. There’s no walk of shame here; her room is only a few steps away. She puts on lots of deodorant, dresses, and takes a drink straight from the faucet in the bathroom before emerging.

Her eyes fall on something that doesn’t belong the moment that she steps into the corridor: a coffee cup lying on the ground. Coffee has been spilled. Very strange.

Find everyone?

Or clean up the spill?