pairings â girlfriend! alysa x girlfriend! reader
content warnings â do i even have to say.
authors note â havenât wrote smut hcs in a while so cut me some slack
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who has a fixation on your tits. she 100% steals your braâs, shoving them in the back of the closet in hopes that eventually, youâll notice how most of them have disappeared from your drawers, forcing you to go braless, much to her satisfaction.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who takes a used pair of your panties out from the laundry basket and buries her face in them. she takes a long whiff, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of where your delectable cunt used to be. her. tongue darting out purely out of instinct, tasting you rather faintly on the fabric, nearly cumming on the spot.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who purposely buys you tight and revealing clothes for your birthday, holidays, or even randomly, just because she loves to watch your ass barely covered by the shorts, and your tits being perfectly propped up from the tight tank top as you walk around the house.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who stands close behind you so your ass can brush against her clothed crotch, the slight friction making her eyes roll back, and a breathy moan escaping her lips.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who canât cuddle without it ending in her head between your legs.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who scissors you every chance she gets. idc, this girl loves scissoring and will take every opportunity to have her cunt rubbing against yours.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who walks in on you changing on âaccidentâ and instead of walking out, she plops herself down on the bed to watch like her favorite show is on.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa whose camera roll is filled with pictures of you, and her hidden folder is just pictures of your boobs. only your boobs.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who loooovveessss burying her face between your breathtaking tits. she could spend hours with her face between your tits and not have a care in the world. she will throw a fit if you do decide to move which means she has to leave her rightful place.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who is a MUNCH. that girl could win another gold medal for eating you out. she lets out pathetic whines like sheâs the one getting pleasured, but she canât help it whenever you say her name, telling her how good sheâs doing.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who doesnât know what personal space is and is constantly clinging to you. in the shower, she canât keep her hands to herself. while watching a movie, her hand trails up and up and up your thigh. while your in the kitchen, making a snack, she always presses her chest against your back, wrapping her arms around your waist and putting her lips closer to your ear to whisper, âplease, baby. i need you so bad.â
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who dry humps your pillow whenever you arenât home. she rubs her cunt against your sheets, soaking them carelessly.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who canât keep her hands to herself at all, needing to constantly touch you 24/7. whether thatâs at a hangout with friends or even while youâre sleeping, consent provided of course. her hands always find their way towards your tits after a long day.
â€ïžâ perv! alysa who loves your pussy so much she worships it, and your body as well. she spends literal hours eating you out because she loves the taste of your perfect cunt and your bodyâs reaction to the pleasure she brings you. she has and will continue to cum untouched just because she has the privilege to the amazing work of art thatâs between your thighs.
>_< hiii so i been not actively writing for a QUICK minute bcuz writers block and bc i had to get ready for my dorm stuff like that n shit bcuz i did get into college!!! who wants to guess where? anyways, this is 18+ content right here sooo ya
reader has a cock!
the camp was supposed to be a dream, a chance to train with the best of the best before the season kicked off. you had packed your bags, ready to focus on drills, scrimmages, and sharpening your edge. then they handed you the room assignment and everything went sideways.
abbey murphy.
your name next to hers on the little slip of paper, like some cosmic joke. you had spent the last two seasons trading elbows, cheap shots, and trash talk across the blue line. every time your teams met, the refs had to step in. now the camp staff thought it would be funny to shove the two of you into one tiny room with a single bed barely big enough for one person, let alone two athletes who could barely stand each other.
you walked in first, dropped your duffel on the floor, and claimed the left side of the mattress without asking. abbey followed a minute later, her blonde ponytail swinging, her jaw already tight.
"you've gotta be kidding me," she muttered, kicking the door shut behind her. "one bed? this place is a joke."
"yeah, well, i'm not sleeping on the floor," you shot back, already peeling off your hoodie. "so figure it out."
she scoffed, tossing her own bag onto the single chair in the corner. the room was cramped, walls thin enough that you could hear the guys next door laughing. one narrow window let in the last of the evening light, and the air smelled like old wood and whatever cheap cleaner they used on the floors.
abbey stripped down to a tank top and shorts without any modesty, like she wanted to prove she wasn't going to tiptoe around you. her shoulders were broad from years of checking people into the boards, her arms defined, her legs still marked with the faint bruises that came with the sport. she caught you looking and raised an eyebrow.
"what? never seen an athlete before?"
"seen plenty," you answered, flopping onto the bed and stretching out so there was almost no room left for her. "just didn't expect to share a twin with my least favorite person on the ice."
"feeling's mutual," she said, but there was something in her voice that wasn't pure hatred. maybe exhaustion. maybe the fact that both of you had been skating since sunrise and the day had been brutal.
she climbed in anyway, shoving at your shoulder until you scooted over. the mattress dipped under her weight. your backs touched because there was nowhere else to go. heat radiated off her skin, still warm from the shower she had taken in the communal bathroom down the hall. you could smell her shampoo, something clean and sharp, and underneath it the faint trace of sweat that never quite left either of you after a long day on the ice.
neither of you spoke for a while. the camp had lights-out rules but no one really followed them. you could hear laughter echoing from the common area, the distant sound of sticks clacking in the parking lot as someone practiced toe drags under the streetlights. inside the room it was quiet except for breathing.
abbey shifted, trying to get comfortable, and her thigh brushed yours. neither of you moved away. the contact stayed, warm and solid. you told yourself it was just because the bed was small. that was all.
"this is stupid," she said eventually, voice low. "we're adults. we can share a bed without killing each other."
"speak for yourself," you muttered, but there was less bite in it than usual.
she turned onto her side, facing you now, one arm tucked under her head. in the dim light her eyes looked darker, the usual competitive spark softened by fatigue. her tank top had ridden up a little, exposing a strip of stomach. you kept your gaze on her face.
"you were a dick on that last drill today," she said, but it sounded almost conversational. "tripping me behind the net like that."
"you hooked my stick first."
"maybe." she smirked, small and tired. "still a dick move."
you rolled to face her too, the motion bringing you closer. your knees bumped. the bed creaked. outside, someone shouted goodnight down the hallway and a door slammed. inside, the air felt thicker, like the room was shrinking around the two of you.
abbey's breathing had changed, slower, deeper. she was studying your face like she was looking for something to argue about, but nothing came. instead her eyes dropped to your mouth for half a second before flicking back up. the silence stretched, heavy and electric.
you could feel the tension that had always existed between you shifting, morphing into something else. something that made your pulse kick harder against your ribs. her leg moved, sliding against yours, and this time it wasn't an accident. the contact lingered, deliberate. her skin was smooth where it wasn't bruised, warm where it pressed.
"we should probably try to sleep," she said, but she didn't sound convinced. her voice had dropped lower, almost rough.
"yeah," you agreed, not moving.
another beat of silence. then abbey reached out, her fingers brushing your arm like she was testing a boundary. when you didn't pull away she let her palm settle there, thumb stroking once over the muscle. the touch sent a spark straight down your spine.
you mirrored the movement, your hand finding her waist where the tank top had bunched. her skin was hot under your fingers. she inhaled sharply but didn't stop you. instead she shifted closer, closing the last inch of space between your bodies until you were pressed together from chest to knee.
her breath fanned across your collarbone. you could feel her heartbeat, quick and strong, matching the rhythm of your own. the rivalry that had defined every interaction for two seasons felt distant now, replaced by something rawer, more immediate.
abbey tilted her head, lips brushing the edge of your jaw in something that wasn't quite a kiss but wasn't nothing either. her hand slid down your side, fingers tracing the line of your hip before gripping tighter. the motion pulled you flush against her, and the friction made heat pool low in your stomach.
"this is a bad idea," she whispered against your skin, but her body told a different story. she rolled her hips once, slow and testing, and the soft sound that escaped her throat wasn't frustration anymore.
you answered by sliding your hand under her tank top, palm flat against the warm plane of her back. she arched into the touch, pressing her chest to yours. the thin fabric between you felt like too much and not enough all at once. her nipple hardened against your shirt, a small, insistent point of contact that made your breath catch.
abbey kissed you properly then, mouth opening against yours with the same aggression she brought to the ice. it was teeth and tongue and the taste of the mint toothpaste she had used earlier. her hand fisted in your hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, and you gave it right back, biting at her lower lip until she moaned into your mouth.
clothes started coming off in pieces. her tank top first, pulled over her head and tossed somewhere into the dark. your shirt followed. skin met skin, hot and damp, and the feeling of her breasts against your chest made your cock twitch in your shorts. she noticed, grinding down deliberately, and the friction drew a groan from both of you.
"fuck," she breathed, and the word sounded like surrender and challenge at the same time. her hand slipped between your bodies, palm pressing against the hard line of your cock through the thin fabric. she squeezed once, testing, then started stroking in slow, firm pulls that made your hips jerk forward.
you shoved at her shorts, pushing them down her thighs along with her underwear. she kicked them off the rest of the way, then returned the favor, yanking your shorts down until you were both bare. the cool air of the room hit your skin for only a second before she was on you again, straddling your hips, the wet heat of her pussy sliding along the length of your cock without taking you inside yet.
abbey rocked her hips, coating you in her slick, the head of your cock catching on her clit with every pass. her hands braced on your chest, nails digging in just enough to leave marks. her blonde hair fell forward, curtaining both of your faces as she leaned down to kiss you again, messier this time, all tongue and desperation.
"been thinking about this," she admitted against your mouth, voice ragged. "every time you checked me into the boards. every time we fought after the whistle. hated how much i wanted it."
you answered by gripping her hips and lifting her just enough to line yourself up. she sank down in one smooth motion, taking your cock to the hilt with a low, broken moan that vibrated through both of you. she was tight, hot, clenching around you like she never wanted to let go. for a moment neither of you moved, just breathing through the overwhelming sensation of being joined like this after months of tension.
then she started to ride you, slow at first, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles that dragged your cock against every sensitive spot inside her. her head tipped back, throat exposed, and you sat up enough to mouth at the column of her neck, sucking marks into the skin she would have to hide tomorrow under her practice jersey.
the bed creaked with every movement, the headboard tapping the wall in a steady rhythm that matched the slap of skin on skin. abbey braced one hand on the wall for leverage, the other still on your chest, and rode you harder, faster, chasing the friction she needed. her pussy fluttered around your cock, getting tighter, wetter, the obscene sound of her taking you filling the small room.
you thrust up to meet her, hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until she gasped. she leaned down again, biting at your shoulder to muffle the sounds she couldn't quite hold back. the sting of her teeth only made you fuck her harder, the two of you moving together like you were still fighting, just with different rules now.
abbey came first, clenching around you in pulsing waves, her whole body going tight and then shaking as she rode it out. the feeling of her coming on your cock dragged you over the edge right after, your hips stuttering as you spilled deep inside her, filling her with hot pulses of cum that leaked out around your cock with every aftershock.
she collapsed on top of you, both of you sweaty and breathing hard, the room suddenly too small and too quiet after the noise you had made. her hair stuck to her forehead. your hands stayed on her hips, thumbs stroking idle circles on her skin.
outside, the camp had gone mostly quiet. inside, the rivalry that had defined you both felt different now, transformed into something neither of you had words for yet. abbey shifted, your cock still half-hard inside her, and made a small, satisfied sound.
"round two in ten minutes," she murmured against your neck, already rolling her hips again. "and this time i'm on top the whole time."
you didn't argue. the night was young, the bed was small, and the tension between you had finally found a better outlet than checking each other into the boards.
puhlease donât come for me but i DONT like the studbudz. first off, courtney is always weirdly acting obsessed over gabby. and gabby literally told her to leave her alone. NEXT, courtney is mysognystic (idk who u spell ts) but yes. and she bi-phobic. and the whole thing with t saying oh gabby ugly js bc she donât fw them is ACTUALLY ABSURD.
THIS THE KINDA SHIT CAITLIN CLARK BOUGHT TO THE LEAGUE AND SHE WONT ADDRESS ITđ«€ AND I WANT HER âGOOD FANSâ TO SEE THE KINDA SHIT THEY CHOOSE TO IGNORE. As a black woman, I canât believe I really tried to give her ass the benefit of the doubt. She obviously donât gaf about black women
Watch post moves podcast. Itâs Candace Parker and Aliyah Boston. Itâs better if you just watch it. Esp where Candace and Aliyah goes off cause Caitlin was ranked 11 by players and theyâre like âpeople need to keep it off the courtâ lmao
thank you thank you bc when i seen all the cp slander i was like WHAT. now i know whyâŠ
i liked candace parker a lot until recently. i feel like the way sheâs handling cc narrative is crazy. when phee got injured by alyssa, she was incredibly quiet and tried to say it was an accident (maybe) but then for alyssa thomas and caitlin, she automatically targets at and talks about all this bs with aliyah. just extremely weird imo
wait so its aaliyah too or? and damn thatâs crazy , she needs be more professional wtf
can evb drop they opinion on candace parker bc i just seen a tiktok of amber saying she weird and shit but i genuinely donât know cus ion really keep up with her. soo ya
a/n: i love women đ«Ą but lemme know y'all thoughts, i have some more fic cooked up for the WNBA đ€ not proofread as usual
You had agreed to run the kissing booth before remembering that anybody could kiss you. Literally anybody. Itâs not like you just had to kiss everyone that walked up, you could turn them down. But what was the purpose of volunteering for the booth if you were gonna say no to everybody who wanted a kiss. Besides, it didnât have to be a makeout. Just a quick smooch.Â
You sent a text to all your friends, begging them to come by so you could at least kiss people you knew.Â
âWant us to tell Rhy to come through?â You couldnât help but blush at that. You and Rhyne knew each other, overlapping friend groups, but you had never spent 1-on-1 time together.Â
âI mean, you can.â You tried to play it cool but they werenât buying it. âI donât know why you playing shy. You know you wanna see her.â One of your friends responded, everyone reacting to the message with exclamation points.Â
âIâm not playing. I am shy.âÂ
âShy but you manning the kissing booth for SUBOG? Okay.âÂ
They had you there. You hated talking to new people, so why did you think it would be a good idea to have a turn at a kissing booth of all places. You didnât know but you hoped your shift would go by quickly. You only had 4 hours and youâd be free. The first 30 mins drag. Randoms stop by every now and again, but for the most part youâre just sitting, playing on your phone.Â
âBeing on your phone does not make people wanna kiss you.â You look up at the person who spoke and couldâve died on the spot. It was Rhyne. âWhat if that was the goal?â You ask, tucking your phone into your back pocket. âI should leave then?â She questions with a knowing smirk on her face.Â
âI mean thatâs up to you. Not gonna beg you to kiss me.â You try to act nonchalant but Rhyne sees right through you. âYouâre not gonna beg but you blew up the groupchat tryna get people to come.â You were gonna kill your friends. âI just didnât wanna kiss random people my whole shift. You know me.âÂ
âHmm, a little bit.â She steps closer to you, almost leaning over the counter. âSo how much for a kiss?â She says like itâs nothing.Â
â$1 for the cheek, $5 for the lips.âÂ
âThatâs kinda low to have your lips touching someone elseâs.âÂ
âI didnât make the prices Rhy.â
She laughed but pulled out a $10 bill from her pocket. She held it out towards you and you went to grab it but she yanked it back at the last second. âCan I pay you to kiss my cheek?â âAm I running the booth or you?â You ask jokingly, but your heart was beating a mile a minute.Â
âItâs my money. Can I not decide how itâs spent?â Typical Rhyne.Â
âFine. How many cheek kisses do you want?â You concede too easily. âFive.â âYou want change? This is a $10 bill.â âI know. I want a real kiss after the cheeks.â If your own cheeks could turn red then you knew they wouldâve.
âFine. Five cheek kisses and one regular kiss.â You held out your hand, and she slapped the money in it. âDonât spend it all in one place,â she says. You laugh and then motion for her to lean down. She practically towered over you, so seeing her have to almost bend herself in half to reach you was funny.Â
You grabbed both of her cheeks in your hand and turned her head to the left. Kiss one. You turned her head to the right. Kiss two. You turned her head back to the left. Kiss three. You go to turn her head to the right and she stops you. Youâre looking at each other in the eyes and itâs almost like everyone around you disappears. âI could use that real kiss now,â she says in that soft voice that you had grown to love.Â
You glance down briefly but her fingers gripping your chin have you looking back up at her. She leans in, as if itâs possible to get any closer, and lays one on you. Itâs brief but soft. Feels like something out of a movie. You break away and she gives you a smile.Â
âTwo more kisses. You almost forgot.â She grabs your cheeks and turns your head, giving you one kiss on the left, one kiss on the right. âNow we both got kissed. Bye.â She says with a wave and turns and walks off. You stare at her and try to process what just happened.Â
Youâre still standing there when three of your friends walk up to the booth. âWhy you looking stuck? Who done been through here?â âMustâve been Rhy. Look at her.â That breaks you out of your trance and you throw your hand up at them. âAinât nobody stuck, I was just thinking.âÂ
âThinking bout what?â They stood and waited for you to talk but you were lost for words. Another one of your friends walks up and tells the others that they saw Rhyne leaving the booth.Â
âDamn she beat us here. We tryna be good friends and she showing us up.âÂ
âYou know she couldnât wait to kiss miss shy girl over here.â One of your friends pointed at you. âDid yall come over here to bully me or buy some kisses?â you ask, ready to stop talking about Rhyne. âHow much are they?â â$1 for the cheek. $5 for the lips.âÂ
âThis cheap as hell. Your lips not worth more than $5?â Your friend questions but pulls out her wallet. âYou sound like Rhy,â you laugh, holding your hand out. âRhy Rhy wanna know why itâs so easy for everybody to get their lips on her girl,â she responds. âIâm not her girl,â you say, tucking the money into the blue zipped bag under the counter. âNot yet,â she says motioning for you to come forward. You lean in and she softly grabs your cheeks, pecking your lips. Youâre not surprised she wanted a kiss on the lips. You had shared plenty of platonic kisses on your nights out together, this didnât feel out of the normal.Â
Your other friends follow suit, each one handing over their money and giving you a short and sweet kiss on the mouth. âEverybody wanna kiss me on the mouth today, yâall must like me or something.â You tease them, pulling out a water bottle.Â
âHonestly we just want Rhy to get jealous enough that sheâll come back and kiss you again.â You choked on the water you were sipping, coughing hard enough for your friend to lightly pat you on the back. âWhat you mean jealous?âÂ
âCome on girl. Rhyne got it bad for you. Why you think she was the first person here? We just told her like 10 minutes ago.â That shocked you.Â
âWhat did she say when yâall told her to come through? Matter of fact what did yall even say to her?â Your friend did a few taps on her phone before turning it around and showing you a message thread.Â
âKissing booth on the lawn for SUBOG. your girl running it and want everybody to come kiss her so she donât have to kiss randoms.â You rolled your eyes at âyour girlâ cause all they do is play.Â
âBet. When?â You almost laugh at Rhyne not asking any questions.Â
âRight now.âÂ
âIâm finna come through, donât tell her.âÂ
Your cheeks flush and you push her phone back towards her. âShe ainât waste no time girl. Alexa, play Need U Bad by Jazmine Sullivan.â âWhatever, who else yall tell to come through?â You were curious now. âAACC girls, the girls from our floor, the girls from the team, and Rhy.â Your friend lists out without a care like she didnât just name 60 people.Â
âGirl, how many people did you think I wanted to come?â You ask her.Â
âDid you wanna be kissing randoms for 4 hours? I didnât think so.â She answered matter of factly.
1 hour had now passed. You had kissed Rhyne, three of your homegirls, and 4 girls from the AACC all in the span of 30 minutes. You glanced down at your phone to see a text from Rhyne, âHow many people you done kissed so far?â You couldnât even think of a response before someone in front of you cleared their throat. You looked up and you recognized Allisha who played on the team with Rhyne. You and her had never hung out but plenty of people had mentioned how close her and Rhyne were.
âHey girl,â she said with her country accent and a grin on her face. âHey girly. You here to give me a kiss?â âIon know about that. Rhyne said you was doing the kissing.â You rolled your eyes because of course she did. âThat was just for Rhy, I donât know why she telling people that.â
âOh so Rhyne getting special privileges I see.â That got you sputtering. âNot special, she was just the first.â âUh huh. I donât believe you but here go $20. I just want one kiss on the cheek and consider the rest a donation.âÂ
You gladly took the money from her and leaned forward with your head turned. She smacked her lips at you and held her hand out. âGimme my money back if you not gone kiss me.â You blew out a breath and told her to lean forward, her head turning without you even having to say it. You gave her a peck and she stood straight up with a grin. âNice doing business with you.â She waved and walked off, phone going to her ear, no doubt on the phone with Rhyne.Â
Not even 5 minutes went by and two more players from the team walked up. You recognized Naz and Bri. You exchanged pleasantries and they showed you the money. Big bills but only wanting cheek kisses and you could pocket the rest. So far it felt like you were the one doing the kissing and not the other way around. But if it meant you only had to kiss once and get it over with, so be it.Â
You shot off a text to your homegirl when you felt someone in front of you. You hurried and put your phone down only to look up and be met with locs, kind eyes and a smirk. Rhyne was back. âYou never responded to my text.â She said first.Â
âDamn, no hello, how are you?âÂ
âHello, how are you? Why didnât you respond to my text?âÂ
âYouâre the one who sent all your teammates. I got distracted.âÂ
âYou didnât let them kiss you did you? I gave very clear instructions.â You had to laugh. You didnât believe she liked you at first but it was becoming clear that she felt something for you for sure.Â
âNo, Rhy. Only been kissing them on the cheek.â That had her cheesing and you rolled your eyes. âI donât know why Iâm even explaining myself to you,â you said to her, jokingly. âYou know why,â she responded holding out a $20 bill to you. You snatched it before she could say anything and she smacked her lips.Â
âWhatchu want this time?â You ask her. She tapped her cheek like she was thinking and you grew impatient. âOkay, youâre playing ââ She grabbed your chin, bringing your face to hers and pressed your lips together before you could finish your sentence. You paused for half a beat before fully leaning into the kiss. Your hands went to her waist and your lips started moving with hers. You felt her tongue licking your lips and you opened your mouth letting her in. Before you could get too deep into it someone cleared their throat. You pulled back and your roommate was standing there with a grin.Â
âAm I interrupting?â She asked. âNah, we were just finishing up,â Rhyne replied giving you one more peck before turning and walking off. You let out a breath before looking back at your friend who was looking at you expectantly. âSo?â She questioned. âWhat?â you responded, grabbing your water and drinking from it, noticing your hand shaking as the bottle came towards your face.Â
âShe got you shaking girl, whatâchu mean what? How was the kiss?â You set down your bottle and wiped your mouth. âWhich one?â you asked her. âOh period! Rhy Rhy finally claiming her girl.â âShe ainât claiming nothing. We just kissed.â âYou donât even believe that. But Iâm not here to listen to you lie.â She pulled out a $50 bill and handed it over. You jokingly held it up to the sky and let out a whistle. âYou bringing out big money for little ole me. What did I do to deserve this?â You tucked the bill inside your pouch while you both shared a laugh.Â
âThis not for you. This for SUBOG.â Yâall laugh and peck twice, waving to each other as she tells you to text her once youâre finished. The next 2 hours pass with no sign of Rhyne. Not that you were looking for her but you did kind of miss kissing her. All the girls from your floor had managed to stop by, and they had told all of their friends so you ended up kissing them as well. You had kissed more people in the last 3.5 hours than ever before.Â
You only had 10 minutes left and you hoped Rhy didnât send anymore teammates over. You liked them but at this point you would have kissed the entirety of the womenâs basketball team. You started packing your stuff, making sure the booth was tidy for the next person and just so happened to look up and lock eyes with Angel. Both of yâall laughed as she walked over with another girl you recognized as Jordin.Â
âHey pretty girl,â she waved and hugged you. âHey girl,â you replied, returning the hug and greeting Jordin. âRhy told you to come over too huh?â âYou know she did. She told the groupchat actually.âÂ
âWhat groupchat?âÂ
âFor the team. Said you were doing the booth and we all needed to come support.âÂ
You wanted to roll your eyes but you were happy that Rhyne was trying to make you comfortable. Jordin was the first to pull out her money. âKiss on the cheek for me. Rhyne said we couldnât kiss you forreal.â You laughed, taking the money from her and kissing her cheek. Angel scoffed pulling out her money. âShe told yâall that, not me. Iâm not passing up a chance to kiss a baddie.â That got a laugh out of you and Jordin both. You and Angel shared a quick peck, not even lasting 2 seconds and you heard somebody kissing their teeth. You both looked and it was Rhyne leaning against the counter shaking her head at the two of you.Â
âI get the girls to come support you and you kissing them for real? Thatâs crazy.â Rhyne said. âYou said we couldnât kiss her forreal. I gave her a peck. You canât say thatâs forreal,â Angel replied to her. âWhatever, you just wanted an excuse to push up on my girl.âÂ
âYour girl?â you questioned. âWhen you ask me to be yours?â Angel and Jordin took that as their cue to leave, giving you a wave and walking off. âWell I wanna be you girl. You wanna be mine?â Rhy asked matter of factly. You were slightly shocked by how blunt she was being but you knew she didnât like beating around the bush. âWe havenât even spent any time with each other just us. How you know you wanna be my girl?â You ask her. âWe spent time together today,â she replies. You throw your hand up at her and turn to greet the person replacing you at the booth.Â
You chat for a few minutes, handing the money pouch over to them and giving them the rundown. You grab your backpack and make your way around the booth to where Rhyne is still standing. âYou busy?â You question. She cooly slides her arm around your shoulder saying no. âTake me on a date then.â She leans down, puckering her lips and you meet her for a kiss. She leans back up and starts leading you away. âWhatever my girl wants.âÂ
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