Peach And Black Lace

Krissy cannot believe that this happened. Cassie and Jenny talked her into going out to this brightly colored, overly noisey, overpriced bar. And now that she finally agreed and they had spent nearly an hour dancing like idiots, and just this side of dirty, on the dancefloor, now that she was actually having fun. That was when her friends abandoned her.

She knows that it's not really on purpose. Jon had showed up and that alone had been enough to draw Cassie away. The oldest of the three girls was basically over the moon for that guy. He had been the entire reason she had decided to take photography this semester. So, like she said. Jon Walker shows up and makes a beeline for Cassie. Krissy is half tempted to believe that Spencer texted him a tip off that the girl was at the bar.

Jon Walker shows up and he smiles that world famous Jon Walker smile, offers to buy Cassie a drink, asking for a dance in return and Cassie looks back at Krissy and Jenny. Big pleading blue eyes and despite Jenny's frown, theres no way in hell they could say no. So, she goes and thats where she still is. Sitting halfway down the bar on a stool with Jon's hand tangled in her hair and they're making out.

After Cassie, that left Jenny and Krissy. And they were still having fun despite Jenny's slightly inebrieted theories that 'That Jon Walker is up to no good'. Jenny maybe spends a good amount of her time on the dancefloor, stalking Cassie and Jon.

"Cause Cassie is like soooooo wrapped up in Jon, she trusts him too much. He could totally do disgusting things to her and she would go along with it. You know what I mean?" Jenny shouts at Krissy while they dance to some high pitched techno song. Krissy pinches the bridge of her nose and curses the day that Jon ever got interested in Jenny's best friend.

Jenny is so preoccupied with her stalking that she doesn't really notice that someone is checking her out. It's a guy whose sitting in one of those big plastic booth tables. He's sitting with this tall very round black guy and a few other people who kind of look like they were randomly thrown together.

Krissy hasn't had enough to drink for her not to recongize this guy but it does take her longer than usual. The guy is named Clay. He actually has a ton of classes with Cassie and Jenny does kind of thing he's the most gorgeous thing on their college campus. So, one would normally think that because Clay has almost every class with Cassie and since Jenny happens to be Cassie's best friend. One would think that Clay and Jenny would've been super close by now. But the funny, maybe slightly tragic thing is that they're not.

But tonight, tonight Clay is watching Jenny. And he's drinking water, laughing with his friends but his blue eyes are trained on the girl. Krissy points this out to Jenny and the youngest of the three girls suddenly forgets all about her little 'Make sure Jon Walker does nothing disgusting to my Cassie.' Plan.

Jenny finds Clay through the slight crowds around them. Their eyes meet like, in those romantic comedies and Krissy is thanking anyone who will listen that no one cues the cheesy love song. Clay and Jenny stare at each other for a few long moments before Clay slides out of his booth and is making his way towards them.

"Oh shit. Krissy, what should I do?" Jenny asks, not bothering to remove her gaze from the approaching boy.

"Talk to him, you know, like people do." Jenny nods just as Clay reaches them. Throwing on a grin and taking Jenny's hand in his own for a proper southern shake.

"How are you tonight Jennifer?" Clay asks, his southern drawl apparent. Jenny blushes and maybe giggles like an idiot and this is the time that Krissy manages to slip away.

Jenny and Clay had been talking right there in the middle of the crowded dancefloor. Talking before he led her back to the booth with his friends. That was an half an hour ago. So, lets check where things currently stand, shall we?

Currently Jon is helping Cassie put her coat back on and Jon has his car keys in hand. Currently Cassie is throwing a mix between a sheepish and apologetic smile at Krissy. Krissy just smiles back, can't fault her friend for wanting to be with the guy of her dreams. So, Cassie is leaving with Jon and Jenny is...Jenny is in a different booth with Clay, one located in a darker, more secluded corner. But Krissy, well, she doesn't want to brag but she has excellent vision. So she can pretty much see everything.

Jenny is straddling Clay, sitting in his lip and making out fiercely.

So, currently both of her friends are hooking up and where does that leave Krissy?

Krissy is at the bar, ordering another drink and catching snippets of the other patrons conversations. The blonde sighs deeply, fingering a brown cardboard like coaster as she waits for the bartender to deliver her drink, not too strong because she kind of had been hoping to drive home tonight.

The whole reason Cassie and Jenny had wanted to take Krissy out is because they were worried. They were worried because Krissy hasn't done anything fun since she and Brendon decided to 'Take a break' That was how they put it. Really, it had been more like Brendon was a jackass and was too scared to make a commitment to move in with Krissy and then Krissy sort of broke up with him because she needed to evaluate things. In fact, Krissy's other theory about Spencer was that Brendon sent him here tonight to keep an eye on her. A mission she considered unsuccessful because he was currently chatting up Ryan Ross. Whatever. She was here tonight to NOT think of Brendon Boyd Stupid Dick Face Urie.

The bartender delivers Krissy's drink. Krissy sort of loves the bartender for that.

Just as the blonde girl is taking her first sips of the mix of peach alcohol and orange juice, she hears her name coming from behind her.

"Krissy? Krissy Kaiser?" The voice is soft and one that Krissy's sure she recongizes. She turns, drink in hand and okay, so now she's facing a girl. A blonde girl, shorter than Krissy herself but much prettier..and cooler...and a better singer...in Krissy's own opinion. "Ah, I just knew that was you." The other blonde says, smiling lighting up her pale face.

"Hi, Greta." Krissy sets her drink down behind her and smiles at the girl. She can't believe that Greta Salpeter comes to dive bars like these, she always kinda pictures Greta hanging out at a speakeasy kind of place. "What are you doing here?" Stupid question because she obviously came to hang out.

Greta laughs, "I could ask you the same question." She says, her finger comes up and waggles in Krissy's direction. "I'm the regular here but you..you I've never seen here before."

Krissy can't believe this because that would imply that someone as awesome as Greta actively notices when Krissy's around...or when she's not. The taller of the two blondes shrugs.

"What can I say, my friends kinda dragged me out for some fun...and then abandoned me for boys." Greta's laugh tinkles like music around Krissy and her soft small hand is on Krissy's shoulder.

"Looks like you need better friends." She's kidding of course because Krissy really likes the friends that she has. If she didn't they wouldn't be her friends.

"They were just trying to cheer me up after my break up with Brendon."

Greta's soft blue grey widen just a bit.

"Oh yeah, you were dating Urie weren't you?" Krissy sometimes forgets that pretty much everyone on the campus knows Brendon. She nods and reaches back for her drink. Anything to keep Brendon out of her mind. "Bad break up?" Greta presses, her pretty face downcast.

Krissy gives a weird shoulder shrug, nod move that might look like a form of interprative dance or a slight seizure. God bless Greta Salpeter because the girl doesn't even blink.

"Not really. I decided that we needed a break because he was being an asshat." Greta smiles and nods.

"Guys are sometimes like that." There's a small only kind of awkward silence between them. Krissy maybe steals more sips of her drink. Okay, so she might have to call a cab to get home tonight. "But I'm really glad I ran into you. You don't come to math class anymore." Greta kinda pouts, Krissy finds that oddly adorable.

"I don't have that class this semester." The taller girl points out. Greta frowns.

"You don't? That totally sucks! I miss you."

Krissy must be drunk because it sounded like someone as amazingly cool as Greta Salpeter just said that she missed her. Krissy really looks up to Greta, might even go as far as saying that she idolizes the slightly older girl. And now Greta's saying that she actually misses Krissy?

Yeah, must be the alcohol.

"I'm sorry." Krissy mumbles out, polishes off her drink. Greta shrugs.

"Doesn't matter. I'll just have to make more of an effort to see you now."

Before much else can be said the song overhead changes over and Greta's eyes light up.

"Oh! I love this song! Krissy, come dance with me!" Greta chrips, doesn't exactly wait for an anwser before her soft, yet strong hand is wrapped around Krissy's wrist, tugging her to the dancefloor. The taller blonde goes along, limbs feeling all nice and fluid. She's not drunk but she's got a nice, edge killing buzz going on. At least Greta is sober.

Greta releases Krissy's wrist but pushes up close to the girl. Doing a sort of slow wiggle in front of Krissy. The song is fast paced and Krissy likes to consider herself a good dancer but even she's having trouble keeping up. Greta is really into it though. She presses herself closer to Krissy, grinding up against her just slightly. Black, semi-short dress shiny in the neon lights. Her long curly hair fans out around her as she sways and she smiling.

"Here." She says suddenly, voice low but perfectly audible. Greta places her warm hands on Krissy hips, she can feel the heat even through her insanely tight jeans. "Move like this." Greta is saying, keeping her hands steady as she helps move Krissy's hips. Greta is still moving and they're sort of grinding in opposite beats of eachother. "Yeah, just like that." Greta says once Krissy picks up the rythym. Krissy notices how Greta neglects to remove her hands from the taller girl's hips.

The song continues it's fast pace and neither of them have really slowed down. Greta turns so that her back is facing Krissy and she grinds back against the girl. Her pert ass rubbing against Krissy's front. The taller girl isn't really thinking anything of it. Girls dance like this all the time. So what if Cassie and Jenny never danced this way with her? That didn't mean that this was anything strange.

Greta grinds back a bit more before she's turned back around. Now she's all up in the younger girl's personal space. Their stomachs and breasts are pressed together as they wiggle and grind in sync. Greta flings an arm around Krissy's shoulders, draps it around her neck and okay...yes, those are Greta's fingers playing with the ends of Krissy's hair.

The shorter blondes other hand is back on Krissy's hip and their faces are a little more close than Krissy's used to. Still...just a girl thing she convinces herself of that. But she also notices the way the boys are staring, lust in their eyes and slightly slacked jaws. Krissy goes pink because maybe she's just realizing how hot this is.

And okay, so maybe she has this really weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. One that she usually only gets when she thinks of Brendon. There's practically no space between the two of them, their tight bodies crushed together. Moving in time with the music, with their breathing, the crush of the people and the sense that this is different. There's no sharp angles on the girl, all soft and curvy. There's not a hardness being pressed against her thigh, this is different, this is new. This is something Krissy likes.

The song ends and Krissy finds herself wishing that it wouldn't. The music slows dramatically but she and Krissy are still pressed together. Their hips slowing and it's only then that the taller girl realizes that Greta's staring at her. With the music gone, only their breathing remains. Krissy's surprised to find that she's breathing quite heavily.

"You...you uh, wanna get a drink?" Krissy asks suddenly, pulling away from the blonde girl and heading back towards the bar. Greta nods and gives a little shrug, follows after a quickly moving Krissy. Back to the bar and Krissy orders herself and Greta the same drink. More peach and orange juice, fuzzy navels. The taller blonde lets her icy blue eyes scan around the bar, looking for anyone who might have witnessed the intense scene on the dancefloor.

Jenny, still in Clay's lap, her hands on his face, tipping his jaw and claiming his mouth.

Spencer, not so subtlely holding on to Ryan Ross' hip.

Ryan, giving Spencer a devious smirk as he licks his bottom lip.

Cassie, probably already in Jon Walker's bed.

Back to Greta. Greta, watching Krissy carefully.

Krissy, swallowing nervously and snatching up her freshly made drink.

"If you're drinking. How are you intended on getting home?" Greta presses, barely sips at her drink before she's setting it back down. Krissy smiles around her straw and takes a long drink.

"I was thinking a cab. But I'll have to come back in the morning to pick up my car."

"Ah," Greta perches herself up on a leather stool. Smiles at the girl whose still standing. "Well, you can save yourself a little cash by letting me take you home." Greta says. "You know, if you want."

Oh, hmm. Greta is a smart girl. Krissy trusts Greta more than she would trust a weirdo cab driver at two in the morning.

"Sure, yeah. That sounds good." Greta smiles again. Krissy scans the bar. Jenny and Clay are gone, disappeared from their plastic booth. Ryan is tugging Spencer towards the bathrooms. And huh, Krissy's drink is gone. She's quickly discovering that she has a pretty high tolerance for alcohol. By now Jenny would be wasted, Cassie would be about halfway there. "Actually. Maybe we could go now?" Krissy asks Greta. Her friends are gone, her drink is gone. Really no other reason to stay is there?

Greta smiles and nods, gets up and smooths her hands over her shiny black dress. Krissy fishes out a couple of bucks out of her purse and sets it on the counter. Greta leaves the taller girl for a moment. Goes to a plastic booth and gets her own black purse, matches her dress. She returns and leads Krissy out of the bar.

It feels really good outside. A nice gentle breeze that's blowing across the parking lot. A few people are out here smoking. Looks like Joe and maybe that tall guy that Krissy thinks is named Travis. They're more than likely not smoking cigarettes. Greta's parked up front near the bar. Her car is awesome too, dark green and brand new. She hits the little button that unlocks the car and it beeps and flashes loud against the quiet darkness of the night.

Krissy slides into the leather covered passenger side seat. The neon lights of the club flash from outside. Greta gets in the drivers seat, starts the car and they're driving away from the most popular bar in their college town. The windows are down in the car and Greta's hair is blowing in the entering breeze. It's almost enough to make Krissy want to grow her hair out.

The younger blonde gives the older directions to the apartment that she shares with Cassie and Jenny. It's a nice place and living together was just about the only way they could manage to afford it. Greta takes the winding streets, up to the house on the grassy hill, that's where they live. It's two stories, Cassie lives upstairs because she happened to win the game of rock, paper, scissors.

Krissy and Jenny live on the ground floor, their rooms close together. Greta pulls up in the driveway and Krissy is only slightly surprised to see that Clay Aiken's car is parked in their driveway. Which means that; Drunken Jenny+Clay Aiken's car in the driveway= Total sex in Jenny's room.

Thank god for math class.

"Oh, shit." Krissy says, brushes her curls out of her face. Greta looks over at Krissy, hands gripping loose on the steering wheel.

"What's wrong?" She asks, her voice is so soft and graceful. Krissy scrunches up her mouth.

"My roomate has...uh, company." The girl says, Greta laughs. It's kind of a rule that they have where if one of them has someone over, the other two find somewhere else to go for a while. Case in point, Cassie had actually been smart enough to go to Jon's house. Not that Krissy was intending on hooking up with anyone tonight anyway.

"Ah, the good kind of company. I get it." Greta's eyes flicker in thought before she's smiling. "Well, that's okay. You can just come spend the night at my place."

Wow, Greta just keeps getting better. Krissy kind of loves her a lot.

So that's where they go. Greta drives smoothly along the streets, passed the bookstores and apartment buildings, resturants and even their college. Greta lives in a nice duplex just off the west side of the college campus. Krissy kind of wants to point out that Greta's house looks like the one off the television show 'Full House'. She doesn't point that out and yes, that's a good thing.

They get out and the it actually is a really nice night. The moon is bright and shining in the sky, sending white rays to drip over Greta's driveway, over them. Greta looks back at Krissy and puts her hand out for the younger girl to take. The sleek material of her dress is shining, Greta's shining. She looks like she was plucked straight from the stars.

The inside of the house is equally as cool as Krissy had once imagined. All glossy hardwood floors, soft brown furniture, white intricately carved wooden tables and chairs. Tons of space to be found in the living room. Greta releases Krissy but the taller girl can still feel the warmth of her fingers against her wrist. Greta stands out starkly against the white walls of the duplex.

The shorter blonde girl is weaving gently into the living room, hovering around the couch, staring at Krissy with those intense blue eyes. Krissy's stomach feels tight, might be the alcohol turning on her. But that's not usually what this feels like, this feels more like those five seconds before she and Brendon kissed for the first time.

"If you're tired. You can sleep here." Greta suggests, small pale hands sliding along the back of the couch. Krissy isn't really tired. If she remembers correctly, Greta lives with a guy named Bob.

"Don't you...don't you live with Bob?"

Greta smiles, nods. "Yeah, but Bobby's not home tonight."

Krissy doesn't know why she feels like that's an important fact.

"I'm not tired." Krissy says, an afterthought to the statement that Greta had made about sleeping arrangments. Greta lights up.

"Great!" She says, "Then we can have a good old fashioned girl's night, you know?" The blonde is saying, she scampers back through the house towards the back bedrooms. "We need pajamas like, right now." She calls back, returning a few moments later with two sets of pajamas.

She gives Krissy one set and pushes her off towards the bathroom, which is down the hall and to the left. Krissy only stumbles a little as she hits the bathroom. Only wobbles a bit while she takes off her skinny jeans. She's only a bit surprised to find that she and Greta are almost the same size, what with the height difference she was thinking it would be a more drastic change.

Krissy comes back dressed in a light pink pair of Greta's pajamas, long pants and a nice tank top. There's a little flash of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the pants. Greta is redressed in pajams too, her's a little less cute and a little more revealing. Black, almost nighty with lace on the bottom, silver bow on the front between her breasts.

Wait...since when has Krissy noticed breasts?

The shorter blonde smiles at Krissy. She flops down on one end of the couch, motioning for Krissy to join her. Krissy does. She eyes the clock. Three in the morning and she's at Greta Salpeter's house, settling down for some girl talk.

"So," Greta starts, props her hand under her chin as she folds her legs up under her. "Was your break up with Brendon terribly bad?"

Krissy furrows her brow. "I broke up with him." Greta tilts her head.

"Just between you and me. I happen to think you're out of his league." Warm small hand on Krissy's forearm.

"Ah, what about you Greta? Aren't you and Bob..together?" Krissy had heard as much but that could all just be dorm room gossip. Greta pulls a face.

"God, no. Bobby's just my roomate, my BFF if you will." She laughs, like music.

"Are you dating someone?" Krissy asks, that question is girl talk appropreit right? Greta's eyes flicker and she shakes her head, bites her lip a bit. Krissy sighs and flops back against the couch, covering her eyes with her hand. "Well, if someone like you can't get a guy. Then I have no hope." She mumbles out.

"Well, if it is worth anything. There is someone that I like." Greta points out, Krissy peeks at Greta through her fingers. "But they don't feel the same." She adds, smiles despite the subject matter. Krissy lowers her hand, eyes searching Greta's.

"No way. You're amazing and any guy that doesn't like you must be sick in the head." Okay, so Krissy is kind of being an ass kisser..is that the right word? She doesn't know but she's pretty sure that Greta won't talk to her again after tonight.

"Does it change things if I say that it's not a guy that I like?" Greta asks, her voice is so light and innocent that she could be talking about all the horrors in the world and Krissy would gladly sit and listen. Krissy shrugs.

"Then the girl is sick in the head."

Greta smiles a tight smile.

"Or the girl just broke up with her boyfriend." The shorter blonde suggests. She's watching Krissy with big blue eyes.

"Oh." Krissy's brain might have been a little fuzzy but not anywhere enough to make her not comprehend just what the other girl was saying. Her stomach was in knots as Greta continued to stare. If Krissy was being perfectly honest with herself then she had to admit that she did always find herself drawn to the older girl. But she had thought it had just been a want to be like her not an attraction, not a want to be with the girl like she was with Brendon.

But thinking of that now. It didn't seem so bad. In fact, it seemed almost right, almost easier.

Greta's mouth tugs down at the corners, her eyes flash with something, too quick for Krissy to catch. Maybe this is what Greta expected, that Krissy would be freaked out, maybe this wasn't the first time that Greta had professed a love for another girl.

"I'm sorry." Greta starts, her slender fingers twist around the long curls that fall level with her chest. "Just forget what I-" Krissy doesn't let the rest of Greta's words leave her soft mouth. She's propelling herself forward, catching their lips together, bumping teeth and mouths open in surprise.

It's all new, dangerous and Krissy cannot get enough of that feeling. She keeps her lips pressed against Greta's for a long moment, shaky hands coming up to cup the older girl's jaw. Greta's hands slide around Krissy's wrists and she's gripping loose and warm. The taller blonde pulls away, her eyes closed but their mouths are close together.

"Please...don't take it back." Krissy never knew she really wanted this but now that she is having it...she doesn't want it to stop. Krissy can feel Greta's breath against her mouth. She smells good, like flowers and soap and maybe something spicy. Not like a guy. Kissing her isn't like kissing a guy either.

Greta nods against Krissy's hands and moves forward again, locking lips. It's warm and soft and just a little wet. The shorter girl tastes like lipgloss and maybe a little like the peach alcohol they had been drinking earlier. Greta's hands slide up the other girl's arms, to her shoulders, to her neck and Krissy just wants to get closer.

There's a low heat unfurling in Krissy's stomach. A want that she's all too familar with. But this is crazy isn't it? Since when did she like girls? Never in her life had she ever wanted to be with another girl but Greta...something about her. The other girl seemed to have a sort of power over her, a pull, one that Krissy thinks would be awfully stupid to resist.

Their kiss deepens, dueling tongues chasing and wanting dominance. Greta wins out, tangles her fingers in Krissy's hair and keeps them close together, like Krissy even had an argument against that. It really isn't like kissing Brendon. It's softer, Greta doesn't bite...but maybe she could? Maybe if Krissy asked nicely?

It becomes clear pretty quickly that Greta is taking the lead in this activity. It doesn't really matter to Krissy, even if she was the one who kissed the other girl first. Greta leans against the girl and sort of slowly gets her down on her back on the soft material of the couch. The sounds of their kissing, wet and slick, probing tongues, it all fills Krissy's ears. That's fine, a distraction to the things that she could be thinking about right now.

The kiss breaks because, well they need to breath sometime. Greta is on top of Krissy, one hand propped against the cushion, holding her up. The other hand is cupping Krissy's cheek, thumb smoothing along her jaw.

"I don't want to push you or anything." The feather light voice of Greta Salpeter says. Krissy mimics Greta, cups the shorter girl's cheek, soft hair brushing against her fingers. It might be the smart thing to do. Krissy's been drinking and she just got out of a serious relationship, should she be doing this? Does she even know if she can go through with it? She's very surprised to find out that she wants to try.

"You're not." Krissy whispers, her eyes move from Greta's red mouth up to blue grey eyes. "I-I want this to happen. Whatever this is...I want it to happen."

Who cares about tomorrow anyway? Krissy wanted to live this new kind of life, live for tonight, live like you're not going to wake up tomorrow. Greta smiles and leans back down, kisses her soft, Krissy just catching her lips before she pulls away.

"But you've never been with a girl?" Greta asks, Krissy shakes her head. She's joked about it, maybe thought about it once or twice but no, she's never done anything with anyone besides Brendon of course.

"Will you teach me?" Krissy asks, her own voice soft and light. Greta bites her lip, makes a growly noise that could be considered want, definitly could be.

"Fuck yeah, I will." Greta says before they're kissing again.

Slow hot kisses, Greta's tongue memorizing every square inch of Krissy's mouth. Gentle soft hands that rest against Krissy's stomach, that push up her tank-top. Technically Greta's tank-top but it's not like it matters much because it's getting pushed, up, up, up. All the way to Krissy's neck so that her deep red bra is exposed.

Their kissing slows but they're still at it, maybe Greta thinks that Krissy needs a distraction as to just where her hands are sliding. Krissy gasps into Greta's mouth as the girl pushes her bra up as well, getting slightly chilled hands on warm, warm skin. The younger girl arches into the warm hands cupping her breasts, gasps at the slender fingers tracing her nipples.

They stop kissing and Greta is staring down at Krissy. Maybe she likes the reactions she's getting or maybe she's expecting Krissy to back out while she still could. Krissy doesn't back out, isn't going to. She's a pretty determined person once she sets her mind on something.

Krissy takes some initative and raises her hands to Greta's slender shoulders. The younger girl slides the silky black straps of Greta's almost nightgown down her shoulders, the older girl shivering under her touch. Krissy keeps a hold of Greta's gaze as she slides the top of the nighty down, revealing the slender blondes ample chest.

Krissy copies Greta's ministrations, had the blonde arching and panting, even moaning when Krissy got brave enough to add her mouth to the mix. Their hips ground together, trying to find friction.

"Want...want to go to my room?" Greta pants out, sweeping her hands gently through Krissy's curly mop of hair. Greta pulls away and nods, allows herself to be pulled up by Greta and lead back into the girl's bedroom. Satin sheets, large bed, soft blue colored walls. Greta pushes Krissy down on her back, comes up to straddle the girl.

Krissy breifly wonders just how many other girls Greta's been on top of. How many people she might know that have done the same thing she's doing now. Greta grinds down and Krissy groans at the friction. Her hands come up to grip curvy hips, the older girl leaning down to press a wet kiss to Krissy's mouth.

"Can I do something for you?" Greta asks, her eyes are shining and her beautiful breasts are still exposed. Krissy props herself up on her elbows and brushes a hand through her hair. She's not stupid, not by a long shot and she knows what Greta wants to do. Something that Brendon never really did well. "I promise I'll make it very enjoyable for you." Greta coos out, her voice so innocent but her words tinged with filth. The girl punctuates the words by grinding down in Krissy's lap, the younger girl shudders.

"Yes, anything you want. Please, Greta." The girl on top flashes a sly smile before she pushes forward and kisses Krissy again. She sinks down lacing kisses on her neck. The combined effort of the two of them they manage to get Krissy's shirt and bra off the rest of the way. Greta traces the pale skin with her tongue, leaving wet shiny trails behind. Krissy shivers, runs her fingers through the older girl's wavy blonde hair.

Greta reaches the waistband of the soft pink, almost peach pants that Krissy is wearing. She grins and waggles her eyebrows at the girl and for one brief second, Krissy sees Brendon before she manages to push him away. She has a feeling that this will be greater than Brendon.

Greta pushes nimble fingers into the waistband of Krissy's pants, tugging them down, the younger girl raising her hips automatically for Greta. No hesitation. The pants are gone and Krissy is exposed, laying there in her cute purple boyshort underwear and no bra but she feels alright, content, excited.

"Cute." Greta mumbles out before she dips her head and presses her tongue to the fabric of the underwear, to Krissy through the underwear. The younger girl releases a high pitched noise and her fingers skitter over the silk sheets. Greta grins as nimble fingers slide into the underwear, tugging them down, Krissy lifting her hips for the girl.

So, now Krissy's completely naked and Greta isn't and she might be saying something about this. Might be saying that Greta should probably get naked too, she would be saying something if she could even speak right now. Her voice is lost, okay, not lost but more like, reduced down to garbled moans.

Greta's between her legs, kissing her way up the younger girl's thighs. It's all hot, wet, sensations and Krissy barely notices her legs getting nudged open just a little more because then there's a hot tongue in her most sensitive of places and yeah...thought just kinda goes out the window.

God, Greta's got a skilled tongue. Krissy's clutching the sheets and Greta works her over, fingers and tongue, flicking and licking. Krissy thinks she might be babbling and grinding her hips. She wants to touch the older girl, god, she wants to but she's afraid that she won't really be able to control herself. Greta's rubbing with increased friction on Krissy's clit and okay, she can't hold back any longer, her fingers threading into the older girl's soft blonde hair.

Greta moans, moans like she's the one whose getting ate out and Krissy tightens her grip.

Normally she'd be using her hand to guide the person, let them know where she wants it the most but she doesn't have to with Greta, the girl already knows. Then there's the slick slide of Greta's fingers pressing in and out of her, fucking her.

This is so much better than Krissy ever thought it would be. She's far more relaxed then she imagined she would be in this situation. Because, hi, yeah, it's Greta Salpeter whose got her mouth all over you and her fingers fucking you and sex will never quite be the same.

Greta has her free hand planted firmly on one of Krissy's milky thighs, holding her open. The sounds are locked somewhere between insanely hot and potentially embarressing. Wet, slick noises, the younger girl's moans.

"Greta...god..." Krissy grits out, her hips rolling. Greta makes an approving noise and increases her ministrations. What with the alcohol and the excitement and the brand new sensations, is it any wonder that Krissy can't hold out long at all? "Greta...I'm...I can't." That's really all the warning Krissy can give out before she's coming.

It just might be the strongest orgasm of her life. Toe curling, back arching, finger gripping, moan ripped from her chest, orgasm. Greta stays there, licks her through it. Krissy's body is shuddering and shaking but Greta doesn't let up, not yet. She keeps up her ministrations. Tongue, fingers, flicking, licking and it's almost too much for Krissy, almost. She isn't surprised to find herself coming again, harder this time and she moans out Greta's name, her whole body feeling flushed and boneless.

Greta pulls away from Krissy, kissing her way back up her thighs, her stomach, her chest, neck. Krissy had never in her life let Brendon kiss her after he would go down on her but now, Greta's face is hovering in front of her own and god help her she leans up and kisses the older girl.

It isn't bad, not at all. Greta's on top of her again, straddling her and Krissy can feel the intense warmth and slight wetness of the girl rubbing against her thigh.

"Do..do you want me to do you?" Krissy asks, breaking their kiss and staring up at Greta. The older blonde grinds against Krissy, her soft curls of blonde cascading down over her chest.

"I-" She pants, her hips still grinding, maybe she'll wind up coming just like this. "You don't have to eat me out...just, can you touch me? Please?" Greta whines, Krissy grins and nods.

She gets them flipped over so that Greta's on her back with Krissy over her. The younger blonde dips her fingers into Greta's black panties, pulling them down and pushing the nighty up, the material bunching around her slim waist. Greta doesn't seem to mind as she licks her lips and eagerly awaits Krissy.

This isn't hard. It isn't. And why should it be? Krissy has the same equipment downstairs, all she has to do is work her over the same way she would work herself over. Do all the things to Greta that she likes to do to herself.

Krissy touches her, softly, dancing across her thighs before she strokes along the outside of Greta's pussy. The older girl shivers and spreads her legs obscenely, opening herself up for the other blonde. Krissy takes that as all the invite she needs. Presses her fingers inside of the older girl slowly, testing to see what the reaction will be.

It's good. Greta writhes under Krissy's ministrations, moaning lightly. Krissy presses deeper, uses her thumb to rub and press against Greta's clit. The older girl moans again. Her hands are shaky as she reaches for Krissy, gets at her hips and tugs her closer.

"I want you close to me." She moans out, tugs her closer so that their hips meet, their crotches rubbing together. "Want you to fuck me." She groans and rolls her hips. Krissy knows what she's getting at, what she wants.

"Okay, anything you want baby." The younger girl whispers. She rearranges herself so that she and Greta are scissoring now, legs hooked and locked in an extreamly sexy pretzel. Krissy grinds her hips up against Greta, their clits rubbing together and igniting sparks through both the girls bodies.

Greta's holding Krissy's hips and rocking against her. Her head tipping back as she moans out the younger girl's name. Krissy licks her lips and grinds harder, wanting to get both of them off. She loves this, loves seeing Greta this way. Seeing the girl she idolized so much being reduced to a mass of writhing, moaning, want and knowing that she was the cause for it. God, Krissy couldn't get enough of that feeling.

Greta works her hips faster and Krissy thinks that the older girl must be close. She's close too but she wants the other girl to come first. They rock together and Greta freezes, grinding against Krissy whiles she comes. She's beautiful when she comes, her head thrown back, biting her lip and moaning out the other girl's name.

That's really all it takes for Krissy to come too.

Afterwards, the two of them are snuggled in bed together. Greta is carding her fingers through Krissy's soft blonde hair. They share kisses, slow gentle kisses. Greta pulls a blanket up over the two of them, curls herself around the older girl.

"Are you alright?" Greta asks, Krissy shifts a little so she can see the other girl better.

"Yeah," she smiles. "I'm fine." Greta is smiling now too.

"That was nice." She comments and Krissy nods. She's not exactly uncomfortable like she thought she would be. Sure, this night didn't end like she thought it would but that's alright. Being here, being with Greta is brand new but it doesn't feel that way. It feels like the two of them have been doing this for forever, comfortable and safe and warm. But most of all.

It feels right.