Two girls, two sports, two different worlds, all eyes on them at all times. So what happens when these worlds unexpectedly come crashing together? Will it all be alright or will it all break?
"You look fucking hot. Stella is gonna die just looking at you," Chlose said as I added the finishing touches to my outfit. Christmas had come and gone. Stella came by to drop off cookies for my mom and I while wishing us a Merry Christams and then I was off to Albuquerque to visit my grandparents.
I looked in the mirror, smoothing over my outfit. While it was freezing this time of year, I had on a short strapless leather dress that barely covered my ass with red leather boots. I had a very heavy coat to top it off, but it didn't match the outfit. I looked myself one more time over before a horn outside signaled us our die was here. We scrambled outside the house and into the Uber.
We took about 5 Tito shots each in the back of the Uber. My body was immediately warm from the alcohol. As we arrived, I sobered up enough to walk straight. As we walked into the house, an immense heat wave hit me, making me shed my coat. Chloe and I walked further into the house before Chloe found her new boy toy of the night. I walked deeper into the house, taking a few shots here and there before feeling a hand on my lower waist.
I turned around to shove the person when I saw that the culprit was Stella. She looked good, really good. She wore a black crewneck, black sweats, and black shoes. She had on her famous Carhartt jacket and beanie. " Aren't you hot?" I asked, pulling into her. She shook her head and replied, "The only thing hot here is you."
My cheeks reddened immediately as the words left her mouth. She smiled, and I pulled her into the dance floor and jumped around. This was my first party being out, and for the first time, I felt free—like I could move anyway and do anything. I danced for what felt like hours before running off to the kitchen to get a drink.
As I was walking in, I bumped into someone. "Fuck, I'm sorry," I said. The person shook it off, and then I realized it was Alice.
"Oh hey, Isabel. How are you?" she asked. I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up as I chugged a beer. She laughed and copied my actions. We ended up talking about nothing important until she took a sigh. "I don't know how you did it. When I met Stella, she was fresh off of Faye and so broken. But she got better, and I thought she would want a relationship. But I guess I wasn't the one," she said.
I didn't know how to respond, so I poured a drink and took a long sip. She sighed, shaking her head and speaking again, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound desperate; I'm just thinking." I nodded before replying. "I got lucky, is all I can say. Youll find them though, your Stella, if not and me and her somehow blow up you can have her," I joked. She laughed, and I took it as a good time to wrangle up Stella before the countdown started.
It was 11:58 when I found her outside. The boys were setting up fireworks as the countdown began to start. Stella stood in front of me. I could tell she was drunk, and I knew I was drunk from the way my feet didn't hurt anymore. "Im going into the new year with you, holy shit," she said. I laughed as I pulled her close and watched Countdown. 5...4...3...2..1..! HAPPY NEW YEAR. I grabbed Stella by the hair, pulling her in. Somehow, she had lost the beanie and jacket, which allowed her to move freely.
The fireworks behind us exploded, but I only felt her. The way her mouth moved against mine. She pulled my waist closer as she moved her lips to my ear. "Happy New Year, Iz; I hope I have many more with you," she said. I smiled and pulled her back to my lips. Everyone around us was chugging champagne or kissing someone. I smiled as I saw all our friends kissing someone. As Stella's mouth moved to my neck, I saw Alice standing alone, looking at us with weepy eyes. I looked away before it got weird and pulled Stella back to my mouth, where she kissed hungrily.
I pulled away, biting my lip. "Did you drive?" I asked, smirking. She nodded, and we giddily walked to her car. As we arrived, I pulled the backseat door open, making her eyes widen. But she was quick to enter as well.
In almost seconds, I was under her as her mouth moved against my neck. I pulled at her sweater, which she had removed swiftly. She groaned as I ran my fingers over her abs. She froze as I pulled her waist closer, and she collided with my hips. I groaned, and she let out a gasp.
I laughed as she blew a raspberry on my neck. Her hand crept down between my dress, and I practically jumped down to feel her touch. She laughed at me and slowly inserted two fingers. I gasped, and she flipped us over so that she could have a better angle.
She slowly thrust her fingers in and out of me as my breath quickened. I threw my head back and began mindlessly moving my hips against her fingers. She looked up at me, coming undone by the second, and slowed her actions down even more.
I was so angry because I wanted to release but this felt different. It was so slow, and I could feel and sense everything. I was high off of her touch. I grew impatient and grabbed her jaw. "Okay, I like this slow shit, but I need you to fuck me hard," I said. She laughed, looking up at me, "Drunk Isabel is so needy," she replied.
I rolled my eyes, and then they shut as I felt her actions speed up. With one hand, she thrust her fingers in and out while pushing on my clit. With her other hand, she moved my hips. I was feeling everything even more now. My legs shook, and I slapped my hand against the foggy window, dragging it down.
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"Stella," I moaned out. This only made her intensify all her actions, and I screamed out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling. She groaned back as I held tight to her. It wasn't long until I was so close, and we heard a loud pounding on the window. I jumped off Stella as we turned and looked.
Casey and Chloe stood outside with very embarrassed faces. I groaned as I felt the climax slipping away and rolled down the window. While Stella's car had tint, I'm sure the foggy windows and car shaking gave us away. Casey cleared her throat, not daring to look us in the eye, "Luke said to come...help him clean up," she said. Stella choked back a laugh as I punched her in the arm.
They walked off, leaving us alone again. I groaned as I needed the release badly. "What baby?" she said, pulling her shirt back on. "I needed to... you know," I whined. She smiled and pulled me back into her lap. "Well, I can guarantee they can wait one minute," she said confidently.
I rolled my eyes. " 60 seconds? Okay, sure," I said, not believing her. She gave me an all-knowing look and reached down.
I was very wrong. 60 seconds later, I was gasping for breath. Stella chuckled under her breath as she exited the car. My legs felt heavy, and every step I took hurt. As we walked to the house, Stella tried to hide her laughter. "Fuck you," I said, gazing at her.
"I just did," she replied, laughing. I pushed her softly, and she grabbed me up, making me squeal. She carried me the rest of the walk up, giving my legs a rest. By the time we arrived, I felt good enough to walk.
We spent the rest of the night kicikng polpe out and cleaning spills I didn't even want to know what they were. We finished cleaning by 4 am, and everyone slept in the living room.
All the couples were cozy, and the singles all slept cuddled. Everyone was dozing off as Stella grazed her hands over my back. "I can't believe we got caught," I said. "Wouldn't be the first time," we both said. I laughed quietly and turned to face her.
"Stella, I love you," I said. She smiled, tucking her fingers through my hair. "Isabel, I love you," she replied. And with that, we fell asleep, not worrying about anything...
