In which Paige wishes upon a star she can make love to you. And she does.
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Before I can even comprehend what's going on KK is shoving me into the right door of this fuckass Honda Civic. The uber driver was a very strange looking old white man. Yeah this was gonna be an interesting night I could feel it. I was dressed as LMFAO, in low rise purple flare leggings, a zebra scarf wrapped around my waist, and a zebra tube top. Halloween was never my thing. I didn’t even wanna come out tonight, but here I am, now dropping into none other than Paige Bueckers’ lap.
See you might think this is exactly where you’d want to spend the night. Well I feel the exact opposite. Last year Paige was a junior while I was a freshman so she kinda took me under her wing and showed me the ropes of just about everything. That was until her “lessons” turned into flirting. The problem with this wasn’t that I didn’t like Paige. It was that I did, I really fucking do. But, in college basketball you can’t just go around dating your teammates. Especially Paige Bueckers. I think everyone under the sun would enjoy a shot with her, and worst of all she was a flirt and everyone knew this. So, I not only questioned every single thing that came out of her mouth, but I didn’t want to let myself believe it. Because if we really became a “we” I'm afraid we’d mess up, no I'm afraid I’d mess up. I know so many people say it's worth it to ruin the friendship for love, but in this case she’s not just my friend, she's my teammate.
Before I can even finish my own thoughts, Paige's hands slide around my stomach. Her cold veiny hands covered my whole exposed stomach. I suck in a breath and shift in her lap. How can someone's hands be so hot? Well actually, technically they were freezing.
“P!” I squeak, pushing her hands off of me. “Your hands are so cold.” I feel her breath hit the back of my neck and I know I’m already done. Her lips brush the skin just behind my ear for the smallest millisecond but I think I’ll replay that feeling a hundred times in the next week.
“I can warm you up mama.” Her raspy voice slips into my ears like I’m the only one that's ever meant to hear it. I think if anyone else were to call me mama I’d slap them across the face and cringe enough for the both of us. But when Paige does it, my face turns beet red and I do the only thing I can do. Deflect.
“Hands off or I’ll sit somewhere else.” I feel her hesitate, she thinks about it for a second, then drops her hands. She sits back in the seat and sighs. I can't even see her and I know she looks devastatingly pretty right now. She’s wearing a halfassed subway surfers costume. It's literally jeans and a white t-shirt with a beanie. But her boxers are just above the waist and of her jeans, and that damn beanie looks too fucking good. She wore her hair down tonight. She never wears her hair down anymore.
We’re cruising down the road for maybe five fucking seconds before the car screeches to a stop. My arms fly up to brace myself against the seat in front of me so I don’t genuinely give myself whiplash, but Paige beats me to it.
“Shit.” She mutters under her breath as her left hand grabs my waist and her right hand slides up to my chest. At the moment I guess that seemed like the most logical option. One of her arms wrapped completely around my torso while her other hand slid up my chest and her hand pulled me back to her chest right on top of my boob. My entire body presses against her and I kinda just go limp. I give up. “Is this okay? I don’t want my point guard thrown out the windshield.” This time her voice is soft and sincere. Her chin's resting against my shoulder and her hand travels down so both of her arms just wrap around my stomach.
I just nod, and I make the huge mistake of turning and looking at her. Her eyes are huge, Her big blue eyes, perfect fucking eyelashes, staring up at me like she wanted to memorize every single cell that made up my face. Before my eyes can travel anywhere else I hear her whisper.
“You look really pretty tonight.” The second her mouth starts moving my eyes lock onto her soft pink lips. I blush at her comment, my cheeks tinting pink and my nose scrunching up in a way it only does around Paige. Her hand comes up and brushes my hair behind my shoulder and brushes the tiniest little beauty mark near the outer corner of my eye. Her lips tilted into the sweetest smile and my eyes crinkle into an even more flustered grin.
“Blushing.” She grins, her head tilted the tiniest bit, her eyes glossy with what might just be affection. Her pupils are way too big for her own good.
“You make me nervous.” The apples of my cheeks are huge as I lick my lips nervously and finally tear my eyes away from her to watch out the window as we pull into the bar parking lot.
Fifteen minutes into the little party I’m sitting on the curb. I'm playing Cigarettes After Sex in my wired headphones and looking up at the stars. I’ve always loved the stars, not like astrology, just looking at the stars. I don't know any constellations but the big dipper, which is my favorite of course. Parties always overwhelm me, especially when I’m being tortured by the prettiest girl in the world. Somewhere along the line, listening to Cigarettes After Sex and watching the stars had become my favorite thing to do in the entire world.
I’m so lost in my own world I don’t realize Paige until she's sat right next to me. Her eyes are huge, her brows knitted together like I did something wrong. Her palm brushes my cheek and turns my face towards her. I feel so delicate in her touch. I pull out one of my earbuds and pause my music on my phone.
“Baby, what's wrong?” Before I even let my stomach freak out at the name, I realize she's brushing tears from my cheeks. I didn’t even realize I was crying. I look down at her hand, and back to those beautiful ocean eyes.
“I’m okay.” I give her a soft laugh assuring that I really am okay. I think I just haven't felt this okay in months, it was like a relief. “Really, I’m really peaceful right now. Those were good tears.” The genuine smile across my face must lead her to believe me because I see her entire face soften. She looks at me like she's stunned.
“God, you really are an angel.” Her lips brush against my cheek, clearing up the last of my tears and I smile, my cheeks tinted pink, and I know she can feel their warmth. I don’t mind.
“Well, whatcha doin?” She shifts so she's no longer holding my face, but her hand doesn't go far, just drops onto my thigh. Something about how big and familiar her hands were always brought me comfort. I pick up my phone and show her the song, “Bubblegum” by Cigarettes After Sex.
“I’m listening to music and looking at the stars?” I blink at her a few times trying to figure out if she’s just checking on me or if she really wants to stay out here with me. Because at this moment I’d kill to do this with her, so for the first time in my life I speak what I’m feeling.
“Stay with me. I want you to watch the stars with me.” I whisper softly, my breath ghosting over her features as I lean into her. I place my hand atop hers and tilt my head the tiniest bit. “Please?” She doesn't respond right away, but her lips curl into the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. She points to a grassy spot a few feet away.
“Let’s go.” We walk over and lay side by side on the grass. I feel like I couldn’t be close enough to her if I tried. I loop my arm with hers, only to take it out and tuck myself underneath it instead. She wraps it around me and I rest my head on her bicep.
I put one earbud into each of our ears and we lay in silence for a while. Not awkward silence, perfect silence. Like we were speaking, but through the stars rather than words. Something about her being here at this exact moment makes me feel a little more confident in myself. I turn to face her and brush my fingertips against her jaw. I bite my lip and stare into her eyes, she just lets me.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” My voice is soft, kinda shaky, but she knows I mean it. I can see it in the way her pupils dilate. For some reason that one moment was all we needed to confirm what we’d both been thinking for years. Before I can open my mouth to speak again she beats me to it. A soft gasp leaves her lips and her finger shoots up into the sky.
“Baby look, a shooting star.” I find it immediately and grin up at the beautiful night sky. Shooting stars always made my stomach flutter. I wasn’t religious, but sometimes I thought of the stars that way. The stars always had a plan for me, and a shooting star was a sign that I was doing it right. This was right.
“Make a wish.” I whisper, and I watch her face as she shuts her eyes and turns her head towards me. I watch her think and a small smile ghosts her face as she opens her eyes. “Whatchu wish?”
“I wanna make love to you.” Six words. Six words and my whole world flipped upside down. Fuck. “Like, I’m not saying I wanna fuck you. I want to touch every single inch of your body, I wanna kiss every single freckle and every single imperfection, even though you have none. I wanna be as close to you as I can be. You know, some people say souls connect during sex. I know that's fucking cringe, but you like cringe so maybe its okay. I want to be connected to your soul. You have the most beautiful soul anybody’s ever had. You’re like a star baby.”
My cheeks flush and I grin the biggest smile I’ve ever even thought of. The entire time she was talking I was falling deeper and deeper in love. I was playing with a few strands of her hair. The second she stopped talking I kissed her cheek. I linger for a little longer than I needed to.
“If that was a proposal, yes I’ll marry you.” Seeing the relieved laugh that comes from deep within her makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. Her hands wrap around my waist and push up my shirt so she's holding on real tight. “Let's go home.”
She held my hand the entire uber ride home. We both looked out separate windows but we stayed connected the entire time.
Before I know it she's lowering me into my bed and her hands are on my cheeks. “You’re so precious.” Her lips are warm, soft, everything I’ve ever imagined and more. And they're on mine. Paige’s lips, on mine. Her hands slide my tube top up and she unlocks our lips so she can slide it over my head and throw it across the room. Her eyes settle on my chest and all she does is smile. She doesn’t touch, doesn’t grab, she just looks. She shakes her head at me like I’m unreal. That’s something I’ve always admired about her. We never had to talk to understand each other.
“Oh wow beautiful girl.” She whispers as her lips find my neck. I sigh and push myself into her body like I want to be connected. Her hands run the length of my chest over and over again. Slow. Like she wants to memorize every inch. Her lips soon follow, touching every single inch of my chest until they rest on my right nipple. I think I’m seeing stars. She starts to swirl her tongue and suck the tiniest bit. I didn’t even realize my hands were deep into her hair until her beanie fell right onto my face. I giggle and throw it somewhere near my shirt.
Her hands untie the zebra scarf and slide down my pants. She stops before she pulls them over my butt and her jaw drops the slightest bit. Her eyes zero in on the small tattoo I had right along my pelvic bone. The big dipper.
“Fuck you are an angel.” Her lips and tongue slide over that spot so many times I don't even remember what’s supposed to be there anymore.
“I’ve always liked the stars. They make me feel safe. You remind me of the stars.” My voice is shaky, but no longer from nerves. From her. She finally slips down my pants and this time takes my panties with it. I see it in her eyes how badly she wants to take her time. But when a string of arousal leaves with my panties she can't help herself. I push my hips up the second she brings her lips down. She kitten-licks my clit and I throw my arm over my eyes. Is this what heaven feels like?
“Look at me sweetheart.” I push myself up on my elbows and I watch as her tongue glides between my soaking folds. Her eyes are on mine, and I swear to god I never want her to look away. Her head bobs up and down slowly as she sucks against my clit, her tongue sliding in and out of me at just the right pace. A whimper leaves my throat before I can even think and I hear Paige fully groan into me. That sets off maybe a hundred nerves in me and I buck my hips against her face. Her mouth moves down against my entrance as her tongue pushes deeper, her head moving side to side slowly so her nose brushes my clit just right. Paige whines and pulls my thighs around her face like she wants to drown in me. She crosses her own legs and I squeeze my thighs against her head. Her eyes squeeze shut as she fully moans into me. I let out the highest squeal that I possibly could and I let go, all over her tongue.
“Fuck-P, oh shit mommy. Fuck. God.” Paige wipes my arousal off her chin and gives me the most mischievous little smirk I’ve ever seen. She comes up and kisses me with everything she has. Her lips pepper my entire face before she goes down, presses a kiss to my tattoo again, and strips off her entire outfit. She lays her naked body on top of mine and sighs against my bare chest.
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