Clarke
Avalon smoothed the crumpled bill before sliding it into the machine. She leaned back, fixing her hair in the tiny mirror. I glanced at my reflection—suddenly hyperaware of my shoulders, my arms, my face.
People assumed I couldn’t be insecure because I fit the beauty standard. But insecurity didn’t care about standards.
“Okay, ready?” Avalon asked, leaning closer.
“How do you want to do this?” I pressed my cheek to hers and flashed a peace sign. She grinned and flipped off the camera. The flash went off.
We scrambled for the next pose, pinching each other’s cheeks and making ridiculous faces. Two pictures left.
Avalon shifted, then turned to me. “I want to try something. If that’s okay.” My heart hammered. “Okay.”
She looked at me—really looked—her gaze tracing my face slowly, reverently. The camera flashed. One picture left. Boom. Boom. Boom. She leaned in, inch by inch, until there was no space left.
“Can I kiss you, Clarke?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please kiss me.”
She smiled—small, nervous, devastating—and cupped my face.
“Jesus, I’m nervous now,” she whispered.
“Do you not want to—”
“Shut up.”
Then she kissed me.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t careful. It was hungry—a collision of breath and heat and wanting that stole the air from my lungs. Our mouths moved together like we’d been waiting for this exact moment. Her hands slid to my waist; mine tangled in her hair.
The booth disappeared. The world narrowed to her lips, her breath, her body pressed against mine.
The camera flashed again, unnoticed. Avalon kissed down my cheek, my jaw, my neck— slow, deliberate, reverent. I pulled her back up, kissing her until my chest ached. “God, you’re so pretty,” she murmured against my mouth.
“You’re so pretty,” I whispered back, breathless.
She climbed into my lap, straddling me, her thigh braced against the wall. My jacket slipped off my shoulders. Her fingers skimmed my skin, leaving sparks in their wake. “Is this, okay?” I asked, tugging at her jacket.
She laughed. “I’ll take mine off if you take yours off.”
“Deal.”
We shed our jackets, and she kissed me again—deeper, slower, and with a kind of hunger that made my whole body tremble.
Maybe she really did want to eat me.
Avalon's fingers wandered across my neck, moving aside anything that got in her way. My hair, my necklace, the strap on my dress; anything that came between my skin and her lips needed to be moved.
The sensation building between my thighs and at the base of my belly that had been growing all night became almost unbearable as her soft mouth and touch traveled across my chest, her teeth digging into the soft flesh of my neck.
The moan that passed through my lips quickly turned into a gasp as the sharp tug was replaced with the cool wetness of her tongue, my fingers digging into her arms. I was a ticking time bomb, a volcano just milliseconds away from erupting.
Avalon's fingers reached my thigh and danced up my skin, causing my breathing to come out in low, staggered huffs. My back arched, pressing my body into her hardened nipples. I sunk my teeth into her soft neck, satisfaction curling inside me as she moaned.
It was soft, like a gentle hum. Music to my ears.
Avalon's fingers fluttered across the lace of my panties, brushing against my clit.
I gasped as pleasure rippled through me, my own fingers clinging tightly to her again.
God, I was so close. A soft sound floated into the air, and it took me half a second to realize she was mumbling to herself as she fumbled with my underwear.
"Would you like some help down there?" I stifled a giggle behind my hand.
The other girl's dark head looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with no doubt the same look of lust that painted my face.
A smirk tugged at her lips, her mouth was a bright red despite the liner having nearly disappeared due to our hunger filled kisses, and plump from my teeth.
Her dark hair was a frizzled mess that tumbled over her shoulders, and she might have been the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
“No, I think I got it,” she glanced down, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth.
“If you could just lift your ass up for me, love.”
I steadied myself on my elbows, lifting up my thighs as Avalon slid my daisy print panties down my legs, trying to keep my face neutral at the sound of the nickname.
She said it easily and casually, like she just went around calling people that.
It made my belly flip and my thighs grew slick with arousal.
A smile of satisfaction spread across Avalon’s face as she held my panties up. “I knew I’d get them off eventually, didn’t kill the mood, did I?”
I shook my head. “It only took you half a century.”
She tsked and shook her head. “You wound me, King.” She placed a hand over her chest and bowed her head. “Allow me to make it up to you?”
I giggled and nodded. Avalon placed two fingers between my knees, prying my legs apart.
That hunger from before lit her light eyes again and her tongue swept across her lips.
Pushing up my dress until it reached my hips, she continued muttering to herself.
How I wished I knew what she was saying, or thinking.
Leaning forward, Avalon hovered over me, one hand between my thighs. She didn’t ask to kiss me this time, simply pressed her lips to mine; at the same time she sunk one finger, and then another inside my dripping pussy.
“Jesus, have you been this wet all night?” She asked half handedly against my mouth.
I couldn’t answer; partly because it would’ve been embarrassing to admit that, yes, I had been this wet all night; and partly because every time I opened my mouth to try and answer, Avalon’s tongue and mouth cut me off.
I gripped her arm as her fingers pumped in and upward, hitting that sweet spot from the inside. I gasped and moaned into her mouth, my chest heaving and core throbbing. With two fingers inside me, Avalon brushed her thumb across my pulsing clit. The pain was sharp and a small cry passed my lips.
She stared down at me, a purring sound coming from her throat. “Do you like that? Yeah, does it feel good?”
I nodded, open-mouthed, and gripped her arm tighter.
She pumped into me, bottom lip between her teeth.
The pressure in my abdomen kept growing, heavier and heavier.
The volcano inside me was close to erupting.
With each pump and curl upward, Avalon kissed me.
My swollen lips, my temple, my throat; every inch of visible skin she claimed as her own.
“C’mon, tell me it feels good.” She ran her thumb over my lip before hooking her fingers under my chin, forcing my eyes up. “Use that pretty little mouth of yours, tell me I make you feel good.”
I swallowed, suddenly shy. Why was this embarrassing? God, why did this have to be happening now.
Avalon cocked her head, sensing my shift in body language. “Clarke King, do you have performance anxiety?”
I leaned back and looked at her incredulously. I know she did not just…
“I do not have—“
Whatever words and thoughts I had suddenly disappeared when Avalon cut me off with a kiss. She smiled into my mouth.
“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.”
God, this girl. This fucking girl.
Somewhere on the floor, my phone buzzed. Then again. Then again.
Avalon pulled back, breathless. “Do you need to get that?”
I sighed. “It’s probably my sister. She’s sick and… she’s been itching to call.” Avalon nodded, handing me my jacket and underwear with a teasing smile. “Changing in front of someone is personal, huh?”
“And having sex in a photo booth isn’t?” she teased. “You’re amusing, King.” I blushed so hard I thought I might combust. She kissed my cheek. “I’ll be right outside.” When I stepped out, she wasn’t gone—she was crouched beside the booth, cursing at it. “What are you yelling about?” I asked.
“It ate your pictures,” she grumbled.
My heart sank. “Oh.”
She stood quickly. “Hey—I’m sorry. We can take more. I’ve got cash.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay.” It wasn’t. But the moment was too raw to replicate. “Come on,” she said, pulling two ivory chess pieces from her pocket. “Let’s finish the night.”
I laughed. “Have you had those the whole time?”
“Maybe.”
“Isn’t that cheating?”
“Only if you tell. You’re not a snitch, are you?”
“Scout’s honor.”
She held out her hand. I took it—eagerly.
“What else do you have planned?” I asked.
A mischievous smile curved her lips. “Aunt Brie has a dirty old karaoke machine behind the DJ booth. I think it’s time we put it to good use.”