#ssftss series

[collecting-stories]

Vanilla Sundae - t. 04 - Sarah Cameron

Summary: Just light smut.

A/N: If you haven’t listened to the playlist at all...definitely listen to this song! Vanilla Sundae is incredible. 

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

✰  I may never find another like you ✰

There were things in the distance that you were mildly aware of. Your record player humming some song that was a little too sad for the moment, or maybe that was just a foreshadowing undertone. The sort of thing you read about or see in a movie that you just know is going to play into the greater story later on. For now, though, much like the candles burning on your desk, it was just a background prop. Another thing that was happening that added an unneeded ambiance to the room.  

You could light a million candles and play every song you knew, you could be laying in complete darkness without a sound being made, or you could turn every light on. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was Sarah, though to be fair that was usually where your head was at.  

There had been no clothes to be rid of, that had been done hours ago. After John B had called the day before you had spent a significant amount of the day in bed, letting it turn to night before Sarah told you that she thought she made up her mind. And even though her voice was a bit wavering when she said she was done with John B, she kissed you so surely that you believed her. And maybe it was just so she could feel something different but you had a hard time caring about that. Even now, in bed with her after the night before, you couldn’t bring yourself to think long term.  

All that really mattered was her. The softness of her tanned skin as you kissed a path from her neck to her breasts. She wrinkled her nose at the slightly sticky feeling of your chapstick as it left a trail of where you had been. If the summer had given you anything it was an excuse to unabashedly stare at your best friend without feeling like a creep leering at some guy’s girlfriend. You could look and, happily enough, touch. Your hands brushed against her breasts, your touch so light it was like you weren’t even there, goosebumps erupting on her skin. You pressed a kiss above her right breast, soft skin molding in your hand as you ran your tongue over her nipple, the sweetest of moans escaping from Sarah’s lips.  

You didn’t linger too long on her breasts though you could have spent a lifetime if you were given the chance. Last night had felt a little rushed, like you had only an allotted amount of time to prove your devotion before she changed her mind. Left you in a haze as she went back to John B.  And even now, as you pressed feather light kissed to her stomach, watching her muscles contract from the ticklish sensation, you knew that you were only given what she was willing to let you have. A moment with her, a lifetime bottled in your childhood bedroom as rain mixed with the sound of the static from the record player and you held her hips.  

You took the time today, hands moving her legs apart as you kissed her inner thighs, letting yourself feel every part of her body. You weren’t usually one to care but you couldn’t deny that the smoothness of her skin as you ran your hands up her thighs, felt like velvet. There were millions of times, drunk on the couch in your dorm room, when you had declared your love for Sarah Cameron, telling her how beautiful, how stunning, how much of a goddess you thought she was. She was always drunk too, always doing something embarrassing like trying to show off her non-existent dance skills or singing off key and she always appreciated the compliments. You would’ve showered her in thousands of compliments a day if you could’ve. Drunk, sober, it didn’t matter.  

You were dumbly and ridiculously in love.  

“You’re amazing,” you commented, voice soft and reverent as you kissed just below her belly button, following an imaginary trail down until you were kissing just above her core. Sarah closed her eyes; hands already gripped the bedsheets as she bit her lip.  

“I’m not doing anything.”  

“I disagree,” you chided, pressing your fingers between her folds, breath hitching at the sensation as they slipped in with ease, soaked from her arousal.  

Without missing a beat, you moved back up, kissing her mouth. Her hands came up immediately, caging in your face as her tongue slipped into your mouth. You held yourself over her with one arm while your free hand continued slow ministrations, brushing her clit with feather light touches.  

“I love you,” Sarah breathed out, her voice like a whisper.  

You pressed a kiss to her jaw, closing your eyes as you let your forehead rest against hers. You wanted to say it back. To tell her that you loved her too and that you had, practically since you met her. How cliche was it? The best friend pining for the girl. You’d finally gotten her and when she said those words you closed your eyes and pretended, she didn’t. You worked her through her orgasm, kissing her when she got too noisy.  

“God you’re so loud,” you teased as she came down, eyes hooded and looking at you like she actually meant that it when she said she loved you.  

“You should be happy, means you didn’t suck.”  

“I didn’t but I can.” You replied. She laughed, squealing when you pressed your lips to her neck and sucked.

You laid down beside her, wrapping your arms around her and smiling when she draped a leg over yours. She pressed herself against you, running a hand up your side and brushing fingers just beneath your right breast. “I meant it, ya know? I love you.”

“Sarah-”

“I know what you’re gonna say, that I’m just saying it because I’m missing John B or because we’ve spent the entire morning in bed but I’m not. I mean it. I fucking love you.” She said, kissing your neck, your chin, your jaw, until she got to your mouth. The lightest kiss was placed there, her lips barely brushing yours.  

“You know how I feel Sarah,” you replied, eyes on the ceiling as you tried not to look at her.

“You don’t have to say it yet, I’ll just keep saying it until you believe me.” She said, moving so she was hovering over you, forcing you to look at her. Sarah brushed her nose against yours. “I love you.”

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[collecting-stories]

Bitch - t. 05 - Sarah Cameron

Summary: Sarah sees a video of John B and makes a final decision about the mess she’s in.

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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✰I've heard from everybody else, that you're so much better without me✰

She wasn’t sure exactly what she was feeling. Kiara had texted her, as if it mattered, as if she was still on the fence, telling her to watch John B’s story on Instagram. And there it was, a game of beer pong at someone’s house, she didn’t recognize it, though she spent several loops of the video just staring at the wall behind her maybe ex-boyfriend's head, and John B, kissing some girl. 

She had committed the video to memory, sitting on the oversized chair in your bedroom trying to decide what she was supposed to do with this. It all boiled down to the most basic of details. He’d kissed another girl, a different girl, and maybe Kiara felt like that was some sort of offence or maybe she was rubbing it in Sarah’s face, either way...what was there to say?

All she felt was annoyed that Kiara would send her that video in the first place, that John B would take the opportunity of being on the island to monopolize her friends. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked, coming in to the room, toweling off from the shower. Sarah’s eyes were glued to the phone and all you could hear was the sound of cheering and laughter coming from the speakers.  

“I don’t even know.” She held the phone out to you and you watched it replay once again. John B sinking a ball on Pope’s side of the table before cheering, a little too excitedly for your taste though you couldn’t think of a single thing, other than Sarah, that you and John B agreed on. He cheered and then he kissed the girl next to him. Wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.  

Sarah took the phone away after the second loop and opened her texts again, sending a single question mark to Kiara.  

“Who sent it to you?” You asked, unsure where you were supposed to be stepping right now. Where you the concerned friend because you certainly hadn’t been yesterday.  

“Kiara.” Sarah replied, “he’s calling me like twenty times a day and begging for me to hear him out and swearing that we’re still in love but all the sudden he’s macking on some random girl. Good for you John B, what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

“So you don’t wanna cry in a pint of ice cream or talk about how annoying that girl’s laugh is?” You asked, pulling your t-shirt over your head and wedging yourself onto the seat with Sarah.  

“I thought I would. Like I watched it the first time and I was sitting there like, okay, feel sad. But nothing happened.” Sarah replied. “I meant what I said yesterday. It wasn’t some mind game to make you feel like I liked you. I’m not running back to John B or calling him and begging him to take me back. I don’t give two shits who he kisses. Like. I just want to be done with it.”  

“I’m just a little cautious of that feeling, cause it wasn’t that long ago that you told me you didn’t know how you felt.” You replied honestly. You wanted to believe Sarah every single time she kissed you and told you that she liked you. But you were trying so hard to be cautious of what this was and wasn’t.  

“Yeah, I know.” Sarah chewed on her bottom lip as she checked her phone, a response from Kiara. Wasn’t she pissed or anything? “I thought I was confused...I thought I needed this summer to just have some time away from John B and then we could figure things out. But the longer I’m with you the less I care about him.”

“But this is such a controlled environment.”

“It’s not rehab, babe.”

“You know what I mean. What if you don’t feel the same when we head back down to North Carolina? What if you get down there and John B is there...I don’t want to sound selfish but I don’t want this to end.” You admitted. Being a good friend, be damned. You loved Sarah and that kind of heart break was terrifying.  

“Do you really think that’ll happen?” Sarah asked, shifting to face you, legs draping over your lap.  

Your eyes met hers and you bit at your bottom lip, shaking your head, “no.”  

Fears and insecurities be damned, you knew Sarah. She wasn’t just some girl, some Victoria from Poly Sci. She was your best friend. You knew all the things that made her happy, that pissed her off, that made her scared. You knew her and whether you had wanted to let yourself believe it in the moment you knew that when she told you she loved you she meant it.  

Sarah brushed damp hair away from your face and leaned forward, kissing you. For a brief moment something in the back of her mind told her that she should post this on her stories. John B thought he was so clever, so irresistible, that kiss over beer pong was nothing compared to this. But just as quickly as the thought came, she lost it. Occupied instead with hitching her leg over you so that she could straddle your lap, bringing herself as close to you as possibly.  

“You know, we should really try actually going somewhere,” you teased, “we head back down soon.”  

“What did you have in mind?” She asked, hands traveling under your shirt, trying to convince you to stay in. She didn’t care too much about the sights outside of your bedroom.  

“We could go to the beach?” You offered, swatting her hands away.  

Sarah pouted, “with other people?”

“It’ll be so fun. Promise.” You did your best to persuade her, “come on, you owe me a proper date then.”  

“We went out like...three days ago.”  Sarah replied, pouting at you as she slumped down in the chair.  

“Yeah...” you said, drawing out each letter of the word, “but that was before...ya know.”  

“I know?” She asked, a teasing tone in her voice as she sat up. She knew exactly what you were saying. This would be the first proper date since the other day when she told you that she loved you and since she seemed completely over John B. It wasn’t something you knew exactly how to put into words. You didn’t want to call her your girlfriend and have her freak out but you had been mulling the word over in your brain since the other day.  

“Sarah.”  

“Before I told you I loved you?” Sarah said. She had said it enough times since then that she was completely comfortable saying it. The words didn’t feel like a lie. She didn’t feel like she was just saying something to push away feelings that she had for John B. Sarah knew she meant them.  

“Yes, before that.” You replied. You hadn’t said it yet, you weren’t sure you could. You knew you did, you had loved Sarah since September but saying it meant letting her know. It meant that you put yourself at the risk of being completely shattered by her and you didn’t have the nerve for that yet.  

“Fine. The beach it is, but then we’re coming right back here.”  

“How can you not want to go to the beach?” You asked, happy for the change in subject. “You practically live on one.”

“Exactly!” She stressed. “I want to spend time with you.”

“You spend time with me every day, all the time.” You replied, “you have been since August. That’s like, almost a year of being stuck with me.”  

“Which has obviously worked out in both our favors cause now I’ve got this awesome girlfriend.” Sarah said, reaching out for you and pulling you back into the chair with her.  

“Sarah,” you bit your lip.

“I am not rebounding or having some summer fling or whatever...I like you. Love you. And I want you to be my girlfriend and yeah, I’ve never had a girlfriend before and it’ll take some getting used to on my end but I like you so much and I wanna be with you.” She insisted.  

“I wanna be with you to.”  You replied. And I love you. But that part you didn’t say. 

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[collecting-stories]

Girlfriend at the Time - t. 02 - Sarah Cameron

Summary: You and Sarah spend some time together in Philly and both of you struggle with your feelings. 

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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♡it’s like I can’t get enough, got me interested, so invested.♡

“Come here,” Sarah waved her hand for you to come toward her. She was standing on the other side of the small seating area in the back of the bodega you’d stopped in for soda. She stood by a shelf of snacks, shaking her hips jokingly as you walked over toward her. It was nearing midnight and despite the alcohol that you had taken in at Woody’s you had managed to drive to South street and walk to the bodega.  

“What?” You manuvered around one of the tables, holding yourself steady when one of your heels threatened to give out. “I’m gonna kill myself, I should’ve brought different shoes.”

“Yeah but at least you’ll look hot when you die.”

“Good point,” you laughed, finally reaching her, grabbing the shelf next to her for support. “Okay...what?”

Sarah looked back toward the register to make sure the cashier wasn’t watching the two of you before she turned back, placing a hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. Your eyes went wide for a second before you closed them, kissing her back. You held onto her waist with your free hand, your fingers slipping beneath the mesh crop-top to brush along her skin.  

“I think you’re still drunk,” you teased when she pulled away.  

“Maybe a little,” she shrugged, “you look really pretty tonight.”

“Thank you, but let's get some food in you okay?” You took her hand in yours and walked to the counter to pay. You knew it was dangerous to play this game with her and you couldn’t deny that things had been different since North Carolina and Annie’s party.  

Despite Sarah’s claims that the two of you could go back to being just friends, and your agreement, it seemed almost impossible. You were sure that it was just because she was missing John B but Sarah had been increasingly affectionate with you. When you got to your house the previous night she’d even shrugged off sleeping in the same bed and you’d woken up to her cuddled up beside you.  

It was enough to have your head spinning and you tried to distract yourself from your feelings and her confusing behavior by allowing yourself to be roped into all her tourist ideas.  

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She had started first thing in the morning, leaning over you with her head on your arm and her arm around your waist, reading off a list she’d made on her phone of all the places she wanted to go in Philly.  

“...and the Rocky steps-” Sarah said, her lips brushing your arm. 

“Technically that’s the art museum.” You said, rolling over so that she was hovering over you. 

“Did Rocky run up the steps?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Then it’s the Rocky steps.” She replied. 

“Sure.”

“Look, I do a great impression,” she said, running over to your bedroom window and leaning out, “yo Adrian!”

“Shut up, you lunatic!” You laughed, grabbing her t-shirt to pull her back into the room, “and Adrian is supposed to be in the window...Rocky was on the street.”

“Whatever.”

“What else?” You asked, busying yourself with finding clothes to wear while Sarah stripped out of her sleep shirt to change. Whether she was actively thinking about it or not you didn’t want to be that friend that leered at her friends.  

“The Italian market, the love sign, we can get our picture taken, uh, shopping...duh. A good like bar or something, South street...and Geno’s.”

“No Geno’s.” You shook your head.  

“What?”  

“No Geno’s...that shits for tourists. I mean, if you’re gonna go Geno’s or Pat’s then it’s Pat’s but if you’re legit it’s Jim’s.” You replied, glancing over at her as she shimmed into a pair of short shorts.

“So particular.”  

“We don’t have to do all this in one day you know?”  

“Yeah I know.” Sarah replied, “I need coffee before anything.”

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You spun on your stool, angling away from the counter and the tray that was holding your cheesesteak, to watching Sarah as she pulled her hair up away from her face.  

You’d left the bodega with her hand still in yours, walking down passed a few tattoo parlors and small businesses to the corner where Jim’s sat. Unimposing. There was already a line out the door and you had stepped into line with Sarah as she let go of your hand to wrap her arm around your waist. She kissed your cheek and leaned her head on your shoulder.  

“Getting sleepy?” You whispered.

“A little, I think it’s those shots I did.”

“Probably,” you laughed. She’d taken a round of shots with a guy who had a few years on her and a lot more alcohol tolerance. He’d told her that her and her girlfriend were so cute and she only said thanks as she blew you a kiss over her shoulder.  

When you finally got around the line you ordered for both of you, half supporting Sarah through the line while she told you that she didn’t understand a word of what you’d just said. You held the tray and pulled her to a spot upstairs, sitting along the window. Not too many other people were eating in at this hour and you relished the opportunity to be somewhere less crowded.  

“What?” Sarah asked, looking over at you. The glitter highlight she was wearing caught the fluorescent light, giving off a glow that was completely unfair after the two of you had spent the previous few hours dancing and drinking at Woody’s. You were sure you looked close to horrendous but she still looked gorgeous.  

“I don’t know how you’re not exhausted.” You laughed, “I’m literally gonna fall off this stool and die on the floor.”

“I’m getting my second wind.”  

“That’s like your twelfth wind.” You replied, choosing not to mention the kiss in the bodega.  

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After the Italian market and coffee Sarah had convinced you to drive to parkway so she could jog up the museum steps. She was determined to live her Rocky dream apparently, one she’d only started having that morning, and you were being roped into it.  

“Okay, ready.” Sarah asked, looking over at you, biting her bottom lip as she smiled.

“Ready.” You nodded.  

Sarah clicked the play button on her spotify, the familiar sound of the Rocky theme song playing through the speakers as the two of you ran up the stairs of the art museum. You could hear her breathing as she took the stairs beside you, trying to keep the pace as you made it to the top. The moment she was on the top platform she heaved a breath, leaning her hands on her knees. You stood beside her, catching your breath and taking a sip from your water bottle.

“I told you it was gonna be intense.”  

“Oh my god...no wonder Rocky was so good. That was brutal.” Sarah replied, clicking off her phone and taking the water from you. “Alright, take my picture.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, take my picture, I have to immortalize this moment.” She posed like Rocky at the top of the stairs and you took her picture.  

“You know I totally would’ve loved Rocky even more if he looked less like Sylvester Stallone.” You mentioned, looking through your phone at her. Short shorts and crop top, she looked like the perfect summer fantasy and you couldn’t help wishing that she’d come up to Philly under different circumstances.  

“And more like me?” She asked, smiling at you.  

“Yeah,” you laughed.

“Let me see,” she leaned into your space to look at the picture, “here take a selfie.”

“I took like twelve earlier and that was just us buying cannoli.”  

“I need to commemorate this trip!” Sarah laughed, grabbing your phone to set up the selfie. She wanted a picture of everything the two of you did together. She had thought about posting some of the pictures that morning but decided against it.  

For once she really didn’t care if John B was thinking about her. If he was wondering what she was doing or upset that she hadn’t returned to the Outer Banks for summer like they had planned. This was better already and she’d only been here half a day with you. But she didn’t want to post and gloat, she just wanted to keep all the pictures to herself, to enjoy herself and the way she was feeling with you.

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“After this we should get cookies and then go home,” Sarah mentioned, taking a sip of her soda. She was only a quarter of the way into her cheesesteak and she was pretty sure it was single greatest thing she’d ever eaten.  

“I thought you were on your second wind?” You teased, turning in your stool again to knock your knee against hers. She smiled at the touch.  

“I think second wind me wants chocolate chip cookies and a good cuddle while we watch a movie.” She replied.  

When she’d looked across the bodega at you all she wanted to do was kiss you. So she had. And she let you play it off like she was just tipsy but she knew that wasn’t even the half of it. If you were confused about her signals she was confused about her feelings. She knew she still felt something for John B but she couldn’t deny that being just friends with you, after she had been given a taste of what being more than that could feel like, had her wishing she could just throw caution to the wind and tell you she wanted to be with you.  

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[collecting-stories]

Test Drive - t. 01 - Sarah Cameron

Summary: After a bad breakup you convince your roommate and best friend to go to one last party with you where she makes an unexpected move.

A/N: I love Emily Burns’ EP/Album Seven Scenes from the Same Summer and I get serious Sarah vibes whenever I listen to it. 

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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♡don’t make me your test drive for the weekend♡

“I hate to be the one to say this but I think you need to get out of this room and do something. It’s been almost a week Sarah-” You commented, rummaging through the suitcases of already packed clothes for something to wear to the party you’d been invited to.  

The comforter on the other bed moved, Sarah’s head peeking out as she wriggled around to look at you. “We were together for three years! Three years of birthdays and holidays and dates and vacations-“

You rolled your eyes. It was no secret that you were not a fan of John B and his whiny ‘pay attention to only me’ attitude that demanded all of Sarah’s time when he was visiting. When they broke up you had practically thrown yourself a party. “I know, I know. But you aren’t gonna move on from that laying under your blankets. When was the last time you took a shower babe?” 

“Is my personal hygiene really all that’s important to you?” 

“No, my best friend not totally losing it over a guy is though. You’re 3 hours away from home Sarah and he’s acting like you live on another continent. If he ‘can’t handle’ you going to college then why do you wanna be with this guy anyway.” It was the same argument you had with her every time that she fought with him about their schedules, the only difference this time was that they were totally broken up. A screaming match that you were forced to endure too.  

“I love him.” 

“I know you do,” you said, trying not to sound sarcastic, “but let’s push all the love down and just focus on what kind of douche calls you two days before the biggest final of the year and tells you that you’re selfish for asking him to come out to visit for the weekend.”

“He knows I can’t leave during finals! I never focus when I study with him!” Sarah complained, pushing the blanket down a little bit further.  

“Why’s that?” You asked though you knew the reason. You were desperate to get Sarah to this party with you and you needed her to actually get out of bed to do that.  

“Because,” she said, “because he doesn’t let me! It’s always ‘I’m bored’ and ‘can’t you do that later’ and ‘aren’t I more important than stupid books’ like I’m supposed to drop everything for him!” 

“What a dick.”

“He is a dick...” she agreed, trailing off as she flopped over onto her back and pulled the blanket up.

“Oh my god, you were so close.” You cried in frustration.  

“I said-“

“Yeah, I got the train of thought that just happened.” 

“What am I gonna do? What if we never get back together?” Sarah asked, sitting up in bed and brushing her hair out of her face.  

“I can’t imagine.”

“I just want him to call me and tell me he changed his mind or something. Like it was all a dumb fluke.” She face was blotchy from crying and she was picking at a tangled piece of hair near the end.  

“Sarah,” You stressed.  

“I know!”

“Listen, that girl from the third floor, Annie, is having a party tonight. Why don’t we go? It’ll be nice.” You finally said, defeated that you couldn’t bribe her out of bed and trying it the straight forward way instead.  

“I don’t wanna go to some lame party, I just want to be left alone.” 

“Okay, well I’m gonna...Victoria’s gonna be there, from my econ class, so I’m gonna head up there.” You confessed.  

“You’re ditching me for a hook-up?” Sarah practically screeched looking at you in annoyance.

“You said you wanted to be alone!”  

“Yeah like, go in the other room and watch tv while I sulk not abandon me for Victoria from econ!” She hated Victoria from your econ class. And she hated that you were thinking about some girl while she wanted you to be thinking of her.  

“Well...depending on the night I might very well be in the next room before the parties over.” You said, offering her an awkward smile.  

“Hooking up with her is worse than abandoning me for a party.” 

You groaned and stood up, walking over to bed and laying down next to her. “I haven’t dated in months babe, and I endured countless weekends sitting on that couch or going to Starbucks while John B ‘visited my you. The least you can do is let me have this.” 

“Fine but I’m coming with you. The last thing I need is Victoria from econ thinking I’m a loser cause I’m moping in bed on a Friday night.” Sarah said, climbing out of the bed.  

“That’s the spirit!” You cheered, raising your arms in the air and fake cheering.  

“Seriously?” 

“Whatever gets you out of bed.” You replied.

“I’m still upset!” Sarah snapped, digging through the suitcases you had just been crouched in front.  

“I know, I know.” You insisted, sitting up, “wear the leopard print dress.”

“I’m not trying to hookup with anyone. I’m only going because I have a reputation to maintain and Victoria from econ is the worst!”

“Maybe, but I heard she’s really good in bed.” 

“Is that all you care about?” She laughed for the first time in two days.  

“I literally cannot explain to you how little sex I have had all year. Besides the last party I went to that kid from Poly Sci grabbed my boob...and only because he tripped and put his hand out accidentally. That was the highlight of the last three months.” 

“I’m not wearing the dress.”  

“You look so good in it!” You said, already imagining Sarah in the spaghetti strapped leopard print mini dress.  

“Really? I think it’s a little tight across my butt.” She confessed, pulling it out and holding it up.  

“It’s tight everywhere, that’s the point. Besides, you have a great ass so who cares.” 

“Oh tell me more.” Sarah teased, turning to the side and popping her leg to pose for you.  

You grabbed her pillow off the bed and threw it at her, “get a shower! We’ll do praise Sarah Cameron hour later.” 

“Fine but your starting with how great my ass looks.” She said, grabbing her toiletries bag off the back of the door.  

“Super! Get a fucking shower and let’s go! Victoria-“

“From econ awaits. I get it!” The door slamming behind her was the last sound you heard as you flopped back onto the bed and tried to  figure out what you were going to wear to the party.  

-

“Did you find her?” Sarah asked, sitting on the arm of the couch, turned in toward you, knees almost touching. You were sitting on the windowsill scoping out the party.  

“Yeah, Annie snatched her up, literally. They are already in Victoria’s room by now I’m sure.”

“Annie does not wait.” Sarah commented, taking a sip of her drink.  

You groaned, looking down at your chest. “God, I should’ve gotten like breast implants or something instead of the nose job.” You grabbed your boobs for a second, squeezing them and then crossing your arms under your chest to push them out more.  

“I don’t think fixing a deviated septum constitutes a nose job.” Sarah teased, casting a look down at your mostly exposed boobs. The top was low-cut already and when you sat like that it offered up more of them to look at. “And besides, your boobs look fantastic.”

“You really think so.” You pouted at her, leaning so she was almost forced to look at them.  

“Oh my god, yes now get them out of my face.” She laughed, pushing you away from her.  

“Ugh whatever. You’re no fun.”

“I’m loads of fun.”

“Incorrect. I dragged you all the way here to this banging party-” You said, bobbing your head on the word banging.  

“You’re so embarrassing, why are we friends?”  

“-told you how great your ass looks and you can’t even flirt with me to make me feel better.” 

“Were you that invested in Victoria?” Sarah asked.  

“No, I just really need a good hookup or something. A girlfriend preferably.” You sighed, slumping against the window.  

“Those are two different things. And I heard Victoria only does hookups.”

“Is it so wrong to imagine Victoria from econ going down on me and then realizing what a fucking hot girlfriend I would be?” You asked. You could definitely imagine it, even if it wasn’t Victoria that you wanted to have as a girlfriend.  

“How would that work?”

“Forget it, you’re not bringing me down to your level.”

“My level?”

“Yes, your level, of being in a shitty mood. I’m going to remain hopeful that Victoria from econ will come back to the party, sweep me off my feet and, preferably, fuck me into oblivion.” You said, matter-of-fact.  

“Amazing.” Sarah replied.  

You sat up a little straighter when you noticed the door open and two girls enter the party, going their separate ways. “Ha! Look, I knew it.”

“What? Oh my god, they’re back already?” Sarah caught sight of Annie going over to a group of friends and whispering. One of the guys in the group put his arm on her shoulder and for a second Sarah imagined herself at a party like this with John B. Dancing and drinking, his hands on her.  

“Annie has the stamina equivalent of a goldfish’s attention span. She never lasts and she barely reciprocates.” You informed, not noticing your best friend’s distracted state as you watched Victoria from across the room.  

“How do you know?”

“We hooked up in September.” You shrugged. Your first college hookup.  

“You never told me that!”

“We weren’t friends yet! You were just some weird straight girl with a hobo boyfriend.”

“Wow.” Sarah exaggerated the word, rolling her eyes at you.  

You smacked Sarah’s thigh when Victoria glanced your way, turning to your roommate and best friend, trying not to look too excited. “Oh my god, she looked over, act interested in me.”

“We’re already talking?” 

“Like, pet my arm or something.”

“Pet your arm?” Sarah asked in disbelief.

“Just-“

Sarah grabbed your face in her hands, throwing her last bit of caution out the window, crashing her lips to yours. Quite literally, she pressed herself closer to you as she kissed you and you somehow pulled yourself enough out of the haze to kiss back, eyes closing without even looking to see if Victoria was still paying attention. All you could focus on was Sarah’s tongue wetting your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. Her tongue caressed yours and her hand ran down your neck and over your back before she was groping your breast in her hand, squeezing the soft skin through your bralette. She captured your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently as she pulled away.  

When you opened your eyes, she was staring at you, wide eyed, hand still holding your breast and the other cupping your cheek. “I-“

“Dorm?” You chanced asking.  

“Yes.”

She stood up, straightening her dress with one hand while you held the other, leading her through the crowd of people as if you were trying to make it back to your room before the momentum wore off and you were just roommates again. Victoria called your name when you got close to the door, having seen the entire kiss from her spot. 

“Sorry, can’t talk.”

Sarah cocked an eyebrow at her as she passed, throwing up the middle finger before she was totally out the door. She had always been annoyed by Victoria and it always had everything to do with how much attention you paid the girl in your econ class. But now you were pulling Sarah along and Victoria had subsequently lost. 

-

Sarah felt for the handle, back against the door, as she kissed you. Her other hand was in your hair, pulling you as close as she could as she tried to get the door to the dorm open. She didn’t want to think too much what this meant for your friendship or her relationship with John B or herself, all she wanted to do was enjoy this moment and the feeling of you against her. She finally got the door, tumbling through it and almost losing her balance but your arm around her waist caught her.  

“Holy shit,” she laughed and kissed you, not wanting to lose the moment as she walked both of you backward through the small common room to your bedroom.  

“Maybe you should open this door the right way,” you teased, your hands on her waist gently guiding her to turn around.  

She stepped back just enough to press her ass against you, looking back over her shoulder and smiling, “does that only work on straight guys?”

“No, that definitely working.” You laugh.  

Once you were both through the bedroom door and had it swinging shut behind you Sarah resumed kissing you, hooking her hands around the back of your neck and connecting her lips to yours. She walked backwards until her knees hit the bed. You pressed your body against hers, hands on her waist trying to bunch her dress up from there.  

She disconnected from you for a second, pulling the leopard print dress over her head, hair flying over her shoulders, and leaving her in nothing but a nude colored thong. You choked down a laugh and she frowned at you. “Not the reaction I was expecting,” she said as she grabbed at the hem of your dress.

“We have the same underwear on.” You replied and Sarah looked at you, eyes sparkling with laughter. She could remember when you’d convinced her to impulse by half the collection of Skims and then you’d both spent weeks flashing each other at random points during the day to tell the other how comfortable your clothes were.

“I fucking hate you.” She mumbled as she kissed you again, pulling you down onto the bed with her.  

When you propped yourself up on your elbow to look down at Sarah you could totally understand why John B wanted so much of her attention, though you’d spent an entire school year with her so it wasn’t something you were clueless to before. But she looked beautiful, laid out on the bed with her hair fanned out around her. She smiled at you and you leaned down to kiss her, lips brushing against her and then moving along her jaw to her neck and collar. You kissed the underside of her chin down to her clavicle while your free hand ran up her side, running your fingers along the underside of her breast and feeling goosebumps rise on her skin.  

Sarah’s eyes drifted shut at the sensation of your lips sucking a bruise into the skin above her right breast while your hand grasped her left, brushing your fingers over her nipple and then twisting it between your thumb and finger. She moaned, running her hand through your hair and holding on at the base of your neck. She guided you further down her body, your mouth pressing kissing all around her right breast.  

She moaned when you finally licked across her nipple, flattening your tongue against it and then sucking on her breast making her dig her nails into your arm. Sarah had a way of making a person dizzy with her. She could make you forget everything but her just by smiling or biting her lip but feeling her under you, getting to taste her slightly sweaty skin had you more in awe of her than you’d ever been before.  

-

“It’s cool with me if this is just a rebound or whatever, I get it. But we’re friends and I should be totally honest with you.” You said, staring at the ceiling so you didn’t have to meet her eyes. “I’ve had feelings for you pretty much since August when we started texting. I didn’t say anything cause I didn’t want you to feel weird or to think that I was trying to encroach on you and John B cause I would never but...after what just happened, I feel like whatever you choose to do, you should know.” 

“That you like me?” Sarah asked, laying there with you in the afterglow, her fingers brushing designs into your stomach and sides. She had never even really thought about being with a girl before...not really. Sure, Kiara had a girlfriend and when they first started dating Sarah had wondered what it would be like but not seriously.  

“Yeah.”

“Since August?”  

“Oh yeah, hardcore.” You nodded as best you could laying down. She hadn’t let go yet, that had to be a good sign.  

“What about Victoria from econ?”

You shifted, sitting up so you could look at her. Sarah sat up across from you. Finally you explained, “She’s hot and the exact opposite of you and that was definitely the point. But hooking up with Victoria wasn’t going to change the fact that I liked you. It might’ve lessened the blow of ya know, not seeing you all summer. This definitely won’t do that.”  

“I don’t really know what to say.” She admitted.  

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just telling you, to be up front and cause...I want you to feel comfortable and I know you’re going through a lot with John B right now and the year is over. I also wanted to tell you that I totally understand if you want a new roommate next year.” 

“No, no, are you kidding me? Kiara’s roommate was a fucking psycho all year! I am not rooming with a stranger! My luck I’ll get stuck with fucking Victoria from econ!”

“You really hate Victoria.” You laughed.  

“Of course, I do! With her fucking stupid ‘I’m summering in Portugal’ and ‘once I made out with an ambassador’s daughter at a fundraiser for poor kids’ and ‘I speak three languages’.” Sarah said, mocking the way Victoria’s voice always sounded, “she’s the worst.”

“How many times have you talked to her? I’ve never heard any of those things.” You said, trying to think of how much you actually knew about Victoria.  

“Spring break that you bagged on! She fucking showed up and spent like three days telling me dumb stuff about herself, like, bitch I don’t care about you.” 

“Okay,” you laughed, “I think we’re getting a little off topic, let’s revisit the conversation we were actually having.” 

“I don’t wanna go back to the eight.” Sarah moaned, leaning over and pressing her face close to her ankles. “It’s gonna be Kiara feeling conflicted about who to hang out with and everybody being weird about parties and seeing John B pop up every five seconds because that would be my luck!” 

You bit your lip, weighing the options of asking Sarah back with you for the summer now that the two of you had just had sex. “Well I’m not sure how enticing it would be but, you could come with me back to Philly for the summer.” 

“What would we do in Philly?” Sarah asked, looking up at you.  

“We can go to museums or head to the shore for a day or go eat a 14oz burger or get cheesesteaks and giant slices of pizza or recreate the Rocky scene or go to a farm or see Amish people....” you listed, “any of these.”

“Eating. The cheesesteaks sound good.” 

“Philly has banging food.” You said, nodding.  

“Okay.”

“Seriously.”

“Yeah, okay, I mean we’re friends.” Sarah shrugged.  

“Yeah, of course, and we can stay friends.” You agreed. You knew you had feelings for Sarah and now she knew that too but you weren’t going to let them come in the way of your friendship.  

“Yeah. So, yeah I‘ll go to Philly with you.” 

“Okay.”

Sarah sat there for a moment before, looking around the room, before looking back at you and pouting. “Hey, do you think we could still cuddle cause I could really use it right now.”  

“Yeah, totally, I’m coming in for a cuddle.”  

-

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