Fast Food Fucking

Part 1

"Starbucksss. I'm boooored," Wendy whined, flopping dramatically over the couch and sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

"What do you suggest we do, then?" Starbucks asked, observing her nails indifferently. Wendy thought for a second and then giggled, sitting up and positioning herself in Starbucks' lap. She draped her arms over her shoulders, smiling mischievously. "Mm, don't you have a girlfriend, Dee?"

Wendy raised her eyebrows and looked around the room, then back at Starbucks. "That's funny, because I don't see one..."

Starbucks shrugged and placed her hands on Wendy's hips, leaning in for a kiss that quickly grew heated and desperate. Wendy slipped her tongue into Starbucks' mouth, and she tasted exactly how she'd imagined—like caramel frappuccinos, pairing pleasantly with her comforting scent of cinnamon and something fruity that Wendy couldn't quite identify.

Starbucks slipped her hands under Wendy's dress, running them up her legs and rubbing circles on her inner thighs with her thumbs. She pulled her face back from Wendy's, a trail of saliva still connecting their mouths, and looked up at her. They made eye contact for a few seconds, blue eyes meeting green, both clouded with lust. Starbucks quickly flipped them over, pushing Wendy down so she was lying on her back on the couch while Starbucks looked down at her. She twirled one of her ginger pigtails around in her finger, smirking.

"Come on already," Wendy pouted again. Their faces were both a little flushed (Wendy's the most) and she was sure it was getting hotter by the second. Starbucks leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"What do you want, baby?" Starbucks' warm breath feathered down the other girl's neck and she shuddered beneath her.

"Fuck me, Bucky, please," Wendy was begging enough with her eyes, looking up at her desperately. Starbucks slipped off Wendy's dress, tossing it carelessly away and kissing down her neck. She sucked and nipped at the skin, leaving a trail of pink and purple splotches down from her jawline to her collarbone. She discarded her own shirt and slipped her fingers under Wendy's panties (which were white with unicorn, burger, and fries emoji print), touching her without penetrating because she just loved to tease—and the way she'd get so impatient...mmm.

"Starbucks~ohh," Wendy moaned, about to ask for more when the front door burst open.

It was Panda. Her eyes widened at the sight before her, and she tried to say something, but it only came out as a strangled rasp.

Yeah, she'd had her suspicions that there was something going on between Wendy and Starbucks, but she chose to trust her girlfriend instead of let those doubts get to her.

How could she be so blind?

She never even shut the front door, stepping right back out and slamming it behind her. She sat on the porch and buried her face in her hands, letting her panda tears flow freely.

Starbucks looked down at Wendy.

"So...I don't know about you, but I'm still horny," Starbucks said.

"Same! Make me scream loud enough to drown out the sobs out there!" Wendy replied cheerfully.