All Too Well

"SCARS"

(Please play "I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys")
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"Thanks for uh—letting me stay over, Sam." Y/n, looks at the much older girl.

"No problem. Plus, Tara wouldn't stop asking." She says, making both of the girls slightly laugh, as they're in the kitchen. "Are you guys like..?" Sam trails off.

"Dating—? No—I don't know. It's a little complicated with ghost-face in the way an all."

"Yeah. Definitely."

"What about you and..'cute boy'?" Y/n uses the nickname Quinn gave. She just shrugs.

"I guess..I just don't know, it's hard to trust." Sam shrugs.

"I get that one hundred percent." Y/n reply to her. Considering, both of their partners were ghost-faces, so Y/n does get it.

"Yeah. Um—you're dad.." Sam trails off, the younger girl looking confused at what question was about to be asked next. "Do you ever—I don't know..get visions of him?" Y/n raises her eyebrows, surprised the girl is actually becoming vulnerable for a second. But still, Y/n doesn't know what to say. Not wanting anyone to know That would make her more of a suspect.

"Sam..I—"

"Please, I just wanna know Im not alone." Sam confesses. Y/n thinks a moment, before saying fuck it.

"Yeah." Y/n sighs. "If it makes you feel any better, I see both of them. Roman and..Amber." She just nods at her.

They stand in silence, while Sam stirs the pot of dinner.

"Can we go to my room?" Tara walks up to me.

"Yeah, of course." Y/n whispers back.

"Door must be open three inches." Sam tells us, as we're walking away.

"Whatever," Tara groans, taking my hand. Chad eyes us down, on the couch.

"Where are you guys going—?" He asks.

"None of your business." Y/n instantly replies to the boy. Tara hits Y/n's shoulder.

"Just in my room." With that, Tara takes both of them in her room, closing the door, shut.

"But Sam said—"

"I don't care what Sam says." Tara crashes her lips onto Y/n's, but Y/n pulls away.

"Tara, I don't know if we should be doing this." Y/n admits, and sits on the edge of Tara's bed. The other girl just sighs.

Tara now standing in front of, Y/n, she gets on her knees.

"Please.." Tara begs, looking up at Y/n. Both of their eyes meeting. "I'll take care of you." Her hands now in Y/n's lap.

As much as Y/n wanted to say no, it was hard at the sight she was seeing. Being turned on fast, at Tara's antics.

"I want you..in me." Tara mumbles. Her words making it harder for Y/n to reject.

I guess you could say Y/n was absolutely being seduced by the smaller girl on her knees.

However, Y/n doesn't say anything. She just pulls Tara onto her lap, kissing her on the lips. Both of them moaning at her action. They make out intensely, on the edge of Tara's bed.

"I want you so bad. Please." Tara moans, grabbing Y/n's hand, and putting it on her lower stomach. Y/n goes lower into Tara's pants. Rubbing the front of her center, Tara moans, and unbuttons the rest of her pants.

Tara still couldn't believe this was happening. The girl that she's wanted since freshmen year, hooking up for a third time. Tara's mind hazy, not only from the fact she was being pleased.

"You're so wet." Y/n groans, as she sticks her ring and middle finger into Tara.

"Oh—fuck!" Tara stunned at first, but slowly rocked her hips into Y/n.

"Is everything okay?!" Sam knocks on Tara's door. "I heard some yelling."

"Yeah everything's fine. We just found out some news." Y/n replies, for the both of them. Tara still riding Y/n's fingers.

"Okay, dinners almost ready!" Sam starts walking away from the door.

"Whats taking them so long?" Chad asks, as Sam walks past him, then into the kitchen.

"I don't know." Sam shrugs.

Meanwhile, Y/n helps Tara ride out her orgasm she was just given. Y/n had to cover her mouth at some point, scared the others would here.

Mindy would scold her for breaking a Stab rule, while Sam would scold her for fucking her sister.

"Thank you for that." Tara stays in the exact same position, the only difference is Y/n doesn't have her fingers in her. Y/n just nods, before kissing Tara.

"You're so beautiful." Y/n looks down at the scars on Taras stomach. The scars from her dead girlfriend. She leans down kissing the scars.

Tara just softly giggles, holding Y/n's head against her stomach. The two engulfing one another.

But, no matter how much her actions were justified, she still felt guilt. I mean, she was fucking her dead girlfriends best-friend, who wouldn't feel guilt?

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BRO FUCK I DONT KNOW WHO I WANT ENDGAME.

TARA N YN ARE SOO CUTEEEEE

BUT I MISS AMBER.