The Blue Mustache Squad (a fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Capítulo Dieciséis

This is dedicated to my bestie Channa, whom I wrote this chapter specifically, and especially, for. You mean the absolute world to me girl. My life would be a twirling void of nothingness, if you weren't in it. You bring out the best in me and I can't thank you enough for allowing me to get to know you over the years. I love you, best friend. From the bottom of my blood valve chamber! Happy Birthday :') (yes I know it's in April, but still)

P.S. I hope you and your lovely gal forgive me for being so strange in this one.

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Miranda plopped onto the couch, plugged in her charger, and turned on the living room flat screen. Channa hung her keys up in the kitchen and placed her leftovers in the fridge, a grin plastered ear to ear. The ride in Miranda's Lambo was thrilling. It was definitely something to cross off some universal bucket list.

She sighed, happily. It was obvious the night couldn't get any better.

At least that's what Channa thought as she ambled through the hall to her room on the left. She was going to call Lizzie and check on her. She hadn't heard from her all day, the suspense was making her a tad anxious. With a turn of her wrist, she pushed the door inwards and without delay, dropped her arm to her side.

Lizzie sat at the foot of Channa's bed, head tilted downwards and lustful eyes cast upwards at her. The moonlight showered her in a pearly, magical gleam that drew Channa fully into the room. Channa drank in her curves, which were wrapped in risqué black lingerie, as her sexy smile tied it all together like a gorgeous bow on top of the best present in the world. Lizzie was seriously the epitome of all that was beautiful in Channa's strange little life and she wanted to give her everything, tell her how much love she held deep inside for Lizzie and only Lizzie. She wanted to take her in her arms and show her too, but she was still so weak from the visuals her girlfriend was gifting her with.

"I was waiting for a long time, babe." Lizzie's voice was everything. It was the air in Channa's lungs, the blood pumping into her heart, the hitch in her breath, and the tingle of pleasure dancing in the pit of her stomach.

Lizzie rose slowly off the mattress and took a few steps forward, backing Channa into the door until it was completely closed. She pressed her chest against Channa's as she slid her hand up Channa's neck to caress her cheek, and the other eased around her waist to lock the door.

Their eyes met, each already making love to each other, but they remained still, lips near but not touching. Channa soaked in Lizzie's fragrant scent, it was very Victoria's Secret. She loved it.

"Do you trust me?" Lizzie asked.

"Of course I do."

"Good."

Out of thin air, Lizzie gently pulled a soft plush mask over Channa's eyes. There was nothing but darkness, and Lizzie's voice now. Channa didn't mind though. She wasn't keen on the dark, but as long as Lizzie was there, it didn't matter.

Lizzie took her hands and led her a couple steps, then around in a circle, before pushing her back onto the coolness of the comforter. An involuntary gasp snuck past Channa's lips as Lizzie's hands traveled over her breasts to the button on her jeans. Soon, came the sound of loosening and unzipping. It was too much to bear hearing it, feeling it was equally agonizing. Oh, how she wanted to taste Lizzie's lips.

Lizzie shared this desire and more.

She tugged at Channa's pants until they came off entirely, spreading her legs, and simultaneously, igniting a whole forest of passion in Channa's belly. She wanted Lizzie so bad, she reached down for Elizabeth just as Lizzie was planting feathery pecks on her thighs. Channa brought her face up to her's and kissed her ardently.

Lizzie straddled Channa, returning the fervor and ran both hands under Channa's blouse.

"Sit up." She ordered.

Channa did as was demanded, allowing Lizzie to unsnap her bra and slip her Supernatural tee up and over her head. Channa took this opportunity to lightly dig her nails into Lizzie's back, and swiftly, bring them down. She sucked on the soft skin of Lizzie's neck, which she immediately arched in response to Channa's stimulating affection. They were both breathing heavy now, Lizzie mostly.

"Oh my G-"

Channa pressed her lips to Lizzie's again, before ultimately, being pinned to the mattress.

"That wasn't a fair move, babe." Lizzie tsked, punctuating her point with a bite to Channa's bottom lip. Channa trembled below her, the silk of Lizzie's panties tickling her stomach.

"I wanted to taste you doeeee," Channa whined.

"I know," Lizzie replied, sensually. A smooth line of something mysterious snaked around Channa's wrist and then the other. "But, I wanted to taste you first."

Suddenly, it was yanked tight. She was totally restrained and utterly vulnerable. Before Channa could take her next shaky inhale, her underwear was off, and Lizzie was between her thighs, tongue already searching for Channa's sweet spot.

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I've reached an all new level of weird...

An aaaaaall new level.

😶

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