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Linda

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”

Noa’s sitting in the backseat with me, one arm thrown over my shoulders, the other caressing my leg with soothing circles. It’s so dark outside. Power must be down. Bet I could see the stars so clearly now.

“Earth to Linda. Where are you, pretty girl?”

I turn my head and smile at Noa. “I was on the shooting team in high school. I’m not secretly a cop undercover at FSU.”

Her typical grin blooms on her face and I grow lightheaded when I realize just how close it is.

“I didn’t think you were an undercover cop, baby.

” I squirm in my seat at the nickname. Seeing as she’s pressed against me, it doesn’t go unnoticed.

With a self-satisfied gleam in her eyes, she closes the gap between us and presses her soft lips against mine.

I exhale at the gentle, yet electrifying touch, my mouth opening for hers, but she doesn’t take advantage this time.

“Are you alright, Linda?” she asks instead.

“I don’t know. Am I?”

The world is ending, I’m kissing a woman, and I killed a man who threatened her.

Axel speaks up from the front: “You were badass there, Winnie.”

His praise chases away some of the numbness I feel in the aftermath of violence. I’ve never seen that much blood before…

“Definitely saved our asses.” Noa nods with a smirk.

I bite my lip, still tingly from Noa’s kiss. “If this happened a few days ago, I’d have been arrested. ”

Noa shakes her head, her once-perky fauxhawk lying flatter, her bubble-gum blue hair looking darker in the gloomy lighting from the dash.

“We’d never let that happen,” she vows. I picture her swooping in and rescuing me from all my problems with that quiet confidence she exudes.

The scenario warms my insides and I get the overwhelming urge to hug her.

Not fighting my impulses for physical contact for once in my life, I turn and wrap my arms around her.

I breathe in her scent, dreading when time on the road and the end of civilization will make it fade away.

When she squeezes me back, it feels as if her hands are iron bands holding me together like a rickety barrel.

The emotions of what I had done finally breach the shield of numbness, and tears start flowing from my eyes, wetting Noa’s neck.

As I gasp for air, she gently shushes me and kisses the top of my head.

Minutes pass while I unload my pain onto her, feeling more and more comfortable in her arms by the second.

It’s like we’re two puzzle pieces that fit together and not a poorly positioned Tetris block. I could get used to cuddling with her.

It happens slowly, and at first, I don’t notice it.

Probably like I didn’t notice it earlier this week when I was distracted by Noa’s flirting as I was leaving class.

God, that feels like it happened ages ago.

Air pressure bears down on us, making my ears ring.

When the hairs on my body stand at attention, my eyes pop back open, and I pull back from Noa’s embrace.

We share a wide-eyed look as my breathing picks back up, this time not from sadness, but pure animal fear.

Vibrations start shaking the car, and Axel eases off on the gas pedal, the vehicle slowing down.

A metallic screech sounds and I cover my ears with both hands.

“Turn the lights off!” Noa yells at Axel in the aftermath. “And get into the forest!”

Swearing, Axel pulls onto a forest maintenance road, then plunges us into complete darkness, turning even the dash lights off.

As we bounce around, the car hitting what feels like every pothole and root, I pray that we don’t ram headfirst into an oak tree.

When the foliage around us starts cracking and snapping against the car, Axel brings us to a stop.

That’s when I realize I’m clinging to Noa again.

No one dares to speak as the noise and the eerie static presence accompanying it continue – I hardly dare to even breathe.

Even when it begins to fade, we stay still.

I’m lulled into a surreal sense of safety by Noa’s thumb brushing over my shoulder, and when Axel breaks the silence, I twitch so violently that I feel like I jump up a foot, narrowly missing headbutting his sister.

“I need to take a leak,” he says.

“Right now?” Noa asks in a hiss. My eyes ping-pong between the dark shapes of the siblings, numbly fascinated by the exchange.

“They’re gone. And if they’re not, the sight of my monster cock will chase them away.

” With that, Axel opens the door, gets out of the car, and shuts it behind him.

Meanwhile, Noa gags, much like her brother did when he caught us kissing.

I flush, remembering how the touch of Noa’s lips against mine made me forget everything around us.

My body, already flooded with adrenaline, gets a new dose of hormones, and the fluttering sensations in my stomach are just too much. I start giggling.

Noa looks at me like I fell out of the sky along with the satellites, her eyes wide at first, then narrowing when her lips stretch into a grin. “You doing alright there, pretty girl?” she asks with a purr.

“I think I’m losing what’s left of my mind,” I say through my laughter.

I realize how much my eyes have adjusted to the dark when I see Noa’s silver ones flash with mischief. Her hand comes up to grab my chin, and she brushes the pad of her thumb over my lower lip. My laughter dies in my throat as my entire body shudders from the sensation. These darned butterflies…

Noa inches closer until our breaths mingle. I open my mouth to say something, but I’m not sure what. Do I… want her to kiss me again?

“Noa,” I breathe and she moans in return.

That moan turns into a growl when the door on Noa’s side opens suddenly, scaring the bejesus out of me.

“We should sleep here, wait for daylight,” Axel says, either not knowing he interrupted something or not caring. “Go take care of nature’s calls, ladies, I don’t want you waking me up in the middle of the night with doors slamming or by getting abducted.”

Yeah, he makes leaving the car sound so appealing. But Noa takes a deep breath, then disentangles herself from me, making me blush harder. I didn’t even realize I was clinging to her again. She leaves the car and I follow, shuffling behind it so I can pee in a facsimile of privacy.

***

I squirm, quietly moving against the blankets I have piled behind me against the car door. My knees are pulled up because Noa decided to sleep in the back with me rather than in the front with Axel. I don’t mind, though – her body heat is warming my cold toes.

“Can’t sleep?” she whispers now, startling me. I didn’t know she was awake. Axel’s snores assure me that at least he is sleeping.

“I’m scared. And worried,” I admit in the dark. A rustling of blankets precedes Noa’s scent becoming stronger.

“I think that’s pretty normal, under the circumstances,” she breathes.

I bite my lip and nod. “How about you?” I ask. “I’m not keeping you up, am I?”

I think I see her smirking in the dark. “I’m used to you keeping me up,” she says. When her meaning registers, I stop breathing. Desire punches me in the stomach, hard, and I squeeze my legs together.

Oh, darn it , I think when Noa starts crawling toward me. Of course, she saw that. She sees everything I do. Her tattooed arm extends to pull my blanket off, exposing the sweatpants and T-shirt I’ve been sleeping in these last few days.

“What are you doing?” I ask on an inhale.

“I know of a way to relax you so you can sleep,” she whispers.

My throat clicks when I swallow, and I gape at the beautiful woman, her face coming closer by the second. She leans her forehead against mine.

“Lift your butt, pretty girl,” she instructs, speaking so quietly you could hear a pin drop.

“W–why?” I stutter.

“So I can reach your pretty pussy,” she replies, making the car spin around me.

“H–how do you know it’s pretty?” I ask inanely, not knowing why that’s the first thought that popped into my mind.

Noa growls quietly, a sound that seems to squeeze my ovaries in a vice grip.

“I pictured it so many times,” she confesses.

Her hand taps against my side, and I obey the command without thinking, lifting my bum off the seat.

Her lips move to my earlobe. “I fucked myself so often thinking about it,” she continues.

I stop breathing and hang on to her every word as she pulls my sweatpants down, taking my pink cotton undies with them.

She takes the soft flesh of my earlobe between her lips and sucks on it. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

“You did?” I prompt, all but begging her to continue. I know she realizes that because I feel her lips spread into a grin. Her hand slides under the hem of my top, stopping just below my aching breasts.

“Yeah,” she whispers, moving her lips down from my ear to my neck.

I arch into the caress. “I’d edge for hours.

Then I’d come so fucking hard,” she growls quietly, biting down on my sensitive skin.

I moan involuntarily, squirming, begging for her hand to move to my breasts, my nipples.

“Shhh. You can’t wake up Axel, or this will stop,” she chastises.

I can hear the satisfaction in her tone.

Like a hussy, I move my own hand to my mouth, covering my lips with my palm.

Noa’s body shakes with her silent laughter.

Suddenly, she pulls back, but before I can do more than whine in protest, she pushes my top up over my heaving chest. My body is now completely exposed to her in the dark and I can feel a flush covering it – not a lot of people have seen me like this, and when they did, I always wondered if they saw the stretch marks on my hips, the love handles above my waist. But the way Noa stares before wiping a hand over her mouth makes me feel like I could float away. She thinks I’m desirable.

“Fuck, none of my fantasies have done you justice, beautiful,” she whispers.

“Keep that pretty mouth covered,” she commands with a low, husky voice, before descending.

The moment her lips close over my nipple, my hips shoot off.

The way she pushes them down with both hands to hold me still ignites the flames inside me to a fever pitch.

I want to hump the air but she won’t let me and it’s driving me insane.

The touch of the barbell on her tongue over my tightened nipple makes me shut my eyes hard.

Oh my God. I feel like I’m about to come just from having my breasts played with for half a minute.

When she lets go of my hips to spread my legs, I almost cry with relief. She rests one arm on my tummy, gently pulling the skin taut as the other spreads my pussy lips with a soft touch.

“Noa,” I moan against my hand, but it comes out muffled.

Still, she must understand because she lifts her head from my chest and says, “Fuck, I can’t wait to hear you scream my name.” Her finger presses against my throbbing clit. “Now, come for me, baby,” she says on an exhale. “Don’t worry if you need to take your time. I won’t get bored, trust me.”

Take my time? I’m about to explode on the spot!

When her fingers gently probe my opening, fucking it shallowly, I bite my hand to stop from screaming for her right now, with her brother sleeping a couple of feet away.

“Mmm,” she says when she finds me wet and I can’t find it in me to feel embarrassed.

The only thing I’m thinking about is coming over this woman’s fingers.

When her mouth returns to my breasts and her fingers to my clit, I lean back against the car door with a thud.

Uncaring, I shake as she draws tight circles over my throbbing nub, doing it better than I ever did to myself.

Noa picks up the pace, sucking on my breast so hard I think she’s going to leave bruises.

Tears leak from the sides of my eyes as I near the peak of a mountain so high, I’m scared to let go.

When she turns her hand to finally breach me with her fingers and presses the heel of her palm against my clit, I let go.

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming. A girl made me come.