SHOW ME
with rue bennett
⌖ summary. in which one thing leads to another in tje back of rue bennetts’ car.
⌖ warnings. fem! reader. dom! rue. readers first time being with a girl. use of strap-on. semi-public smut. mentioned of alcohol and drugs. y/n not used. not spell checked.
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The breeze grazed your cheeks through the open window as Rue drove through the desert like area of California. The speed was high, though you wouldn't lecture her, the breeze cooking you down as it swiped past you.
Rue had come to visit you a few hours ago, and you took her down to the closet brunch place to discuss life since high school. In attempts to get out the shit show your friend group was, you distanced yourself completely and chose your own path. Staying in the city and committing to your own dream.
She had been vague on what exactly her own career path was, something about a strip club and looking after the girls — though her stutter was like when she was hiding something those few years ago.
You had only nodded your head along, before agreeing to come to her bosses party — on the condition she looks after you and drives you home at the end of the night.
"So, is he like a pimp?" You asked, pushing your hair back from where it had whipped into your face by the wind.
Rue coughed and choked on her own saliva momentarily, hitting her chest to return back to her feigned usual self. "Nah... nah... he just owns the club." she shrugged, glancing towards you before back to the road, though you didn't miss her flickering eyes.
You'd made the effort to get dolled up for the night, not having been to a party for years. Not finding the time nor social circle to provide you with one. Tiny leather shorts that skimmed the curve of your ass, a mesh white top that wasn't the most opaque material along with cute black heels. Smoky makeup that said more than enough to walk into a room with purpose.
And Rue couldn't stop looking.
"So, uh... who have you been hanging around with since school?" she cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes to look anywhere but your face or tits.
You pursed your lips with a small shrug. "Not really anybody... I had a bit of a fling in college but he turned out to be a dick. I've just been keeping quiet... what about you?"
Rue could tell you about how Jules has a condo in her mind, or those few girls on her dealing trips for Laurie and Alamo. "Not really anyone... I mean I see all our friends but, not anything romantic." she laughed awkwardly, pulling a giggle out from your lips to.
Her car flung itself up the winded hill that cascaded to Alamos mansion, causing a dragged out sound of awe to leave you. It was truly a beautiful mansion, wooden and gold in all the rigjt places. Music boomed from inside, numerous cars parked in an unorderly manner out the front.
Rue joined the mess of a make shift car park, turning the engine off and letting out a small breath. "You ready?" she quirked a brow, watching as you nodded and stepped out the car.
She reached over to the glove box, taking out a blue fanny pack and sliding it around her waist as she stepped out the car. Rue sported her usual jorts, though had a clean black vest top tonight rather than a beat up flannel.
You linked your arms as she lead you inside, glancing at the full bag though not mentioning it. Rue walked inside with no hesitation, nodding at a tall, lanky man who displayed zero expression. You have him a smile, deeming he seemed sweet enough to accept it or at least to get on his good side.
"This is awesome. You must be making a bag working for him." you claimed, eyes roaming the art ridden walls and people who crowded the house.
People danced everywhere, moving through the house in conversation and a wave of a high. Smoke danced high in the air, creating a cloud around the high ceilings. "I mean, I guess?" she questioned herself, leading you deeper into the party. "I need to go see Alamo, but let me introduce you to the girls." she whispered in your ear, leaning down so you could hear her over the beat.
You shifted from linking arms to holding her hand as she lead you to the bar, a beautiful blonde girl dancing on top of it with a few other girls surrounding her with their phones out, laughing and cheering.
"Ay! Magick!" Rue yelled, tapping the girls shoulder. She spoke to 'Magick', nodding her head towards you where you suddenly felt out of place — your makeup only making a facade rather than giving you a personality.
"How you know Rue?" she asked you, a twang to her accent that you recognised before falling into a conversation with her. Her arms wrapped around your shoulder as she introduced you to the other girls who all seemed to work at the club.
The girls were all more than welcoming, helping you to a drink and a dance. And slowly, you seemed to loosen back into your high school self. Sipping the alcohol and embracing the burn it sent to your throat, swaying your hips to the beat and being spun around by 'Tish' — who had been dancing on the bar.
"No reason to be scared of Alamo, he doesn't make a mess if he has no reason to. Deja que su personalidad tome el control." Magick rolled her eyes, passing you the joint she had been smoking on as you asked her about Rues boss.
You happily accepted the weed, taking a deep inhale and smiling at the quality of it. "Yea, I suppose... well, he's not come up to me anyways." you shrug, exhaling the substance out the side of your smudged lips.
She snorted, quipping the roll up from your fingers. "He probably thinks you work for him, but he wont come near you if I'm here anyways. Él sabe que puedo ser violento." she giggled quietly to herself.
You returned the laugh, looking around the party as you settled into yourself. A high dancing around your mind and letting you melt into the atmosphere like you belonged here.
Rue moved through the crowd, exchanging pill for cash as she worked her way through. She wondered where you were, feeling guilty for leaving you with strangers all night but money calls — more so Alamos in control.
Though her eyes roamed and soon enough she spotted you. Leant against the wall sat next to Magick, eyes low and on her as she had stopped in the midst of the crowd. Smoke swirled around your figure like a taunting frame, eyes low in focus and the cool light shining from LED strips hitting you like there was something to prove.
You stood, excusing yourself from the smoke session and making your way closer to Rue with a flicker of change in mind about joe you saw your old friend.
Her hair was unruly from where she'd been tying it up and down throughout the night, her arms glistened with a slight sweat and her figure was highlighted in the tight vest top she wore.
"You okay?" she stuttered slightly, look at you as you approached and studying her figure, causing her to gulp.
You nodded slowly, eyes making their way higher before locking eyes with the mixed girl. "Can we go somewhere quiet? It's too loud in here." you asked, stepping forward as if to urge her to make the move, fluttering your lashes in a manner that left words unsaid.
Her mind racked ideas of places she could take you, ultimately falling on the idea of her car. She nodded in a way that appeared as though she was uncertain of herself, nodding forward to make the move.
You followed her, eyes on her shoulders as she walked, guiding you through to the front of the house once again and out to the bundle of cars thats metal reflected the moon.
The car was cool as you slid into the backseat, Rue following you on the opposing side and your doors clicking shut in unison. You leant back into the seat, closing your eyes and letting the air poke your body. A contrast from the hot feel of bodies clashing in a dance.
"You good?" Rue seemed to repeat her words, looking at you with parted lips.
You rolled your head, half your face resting against the plush of the chair as you stared her down. "Y'know... you're not good at hiding it." you murmur.
She swallowed, looking down at her hands as she picked at her nails. "What?" she laughed awkwardly, feigning ignorance.
"You don't feel any way towards me?" you whisper, placing a palm down on the seat as though to crawl closer. "You don't look at me and think other things?" you question, a facade of innocence playing at your brows pulled together.
Rue pressed her tongue to the front of her teeth, hesitant as she met your following gaze. "Have you ever even been with a girl?" she questioned, trying to laugh the matter off, telling yourself you were a shot too deep.
You shook your head softly, then faster, inching closer to her. "You can show me though? Take me through it?" as you talked, not thinking through anything apart from the mission of making Rue yours — or becoming Rues' for that matter — you seemed to recollect why you don't drink anymore.
Rue sucked a deep breath in as you crawled an inch closer, before diving into your lips in a messy format. Her hand grabbed your jaw, pulling you up to sit on your knees and gaining an equal height. It quickly got messy. Your lipstick smearing down to the side and noses crashing.
In all the years you'd pass Rue in the halls or see her out of her mind on opioids, you never thought you'd be inching close enough to almost be grinding on her knee.
She pushed her thumb into your jaw, causing your lips to part and her tongue having a gateway in. It was messy, a mix of saliva with some drooling out the dance. Rue leant closer, her free her gripping your hip like a lifeline.
Both your hands rest on the denim on her thighs, arching closer yourself. She pulled for air, teeth taking your lip in a pull as she moved back with a fast moving chest. A soft whine left you at the lack of her, and a fire ignited in her soul for the sound.
"You like that?" she asked in a pant, ducking to lick the side of your neck before pinching the flesh with her teeth. Another soft whine left you, your hands moving to grip her shoulders for a sense of reality. Rue laughed softly, finding a quirk about you.
In a swift movement, she held your ass and pulled you onto her lap, lips unmoving from your throat as she made love to the quickly bruising flesh. Your hands ran through her hair, nails pressing into her scalp.
Rues hands moved, pinching your hips, waist, and slowly finding your small laced bra. One of her hands kneaded into the flesh, massaging it which made your hips roll and a quiet groan to leave your lips.
"Shit." you exhaled, tilting your head up to provide more room for Rue to work as you looked at the moon through the roofs skylight window. Your hips lolled back and forth, grinding deep to push and encourage the girl you were sat on.
Her hand crept to your back, feeling the lining of your spine before unclasping your bra and letting your tits free from its tight hold. Though she was only quick to replace them, moving back from your neck and messily removing your top.
Her eyes flickered between your chest, her hands shakily coming to hold both like she was being blessed. Then she leant forward, soft kisses to your collar bone before she moved lower. It changed the pace of the prior dry hump, now slower and more appreciative.
In attempts to respect the atmosphere, your hips slowed, though you still chased a friction and your painting between leather weren't the best of help. "Rue, please." you whimpered, chest rising and falling as her lips caressed your breast.
She nodded in acknowledgment of your words, though didn't respond, her lips wrapping around your hard nipple as her hand pinched the other. The music from the house was still in range, filling the silence that otherwise wouldn've felt like torture with the way your stomach was twisted.
With her free hand, it caressed your side, moving down in a slow and gentle manner, reaching your hip and stroking against your waistband. With blind eyes she slipped the button of the shorts, sliding her hand inside which prompted yours fly to fall down like dominos.
Her hand was cold against your now exposed skin, your g-string not doing much hiding. Her eyes flickered open at the touch of lace, moving her lips to suck on your chest again. Though her fingers moved, pulling the lace out of its obstructive way and slipping a long finger inbetween your folds.
A loud gasp left your lips, the action to sudden. The feel of her cold, metal ring hitting the slick wetness that had built up in all the tension. "So wet from all this kissing, huh?" she slurred against your skin, her singular finger running up and down before she slipped another in, running a ring around your clit in a teasing manner.
You squirmed, arms flying up and holding the ceiling of the car in any attempts to ground yourself without holding her and disturbing the soft bites she was leaving on your boobs. Your hips moved without much thought, riding onto her fingers, her ring bumping your clit which received a drag of a moan out of you every-time.
Her fingers explored, easily sliding into your cunt due to the slick buildup. Rue let out her own chuckle, feeling the pure pulse and pushing her fingers in and out before retracing them as a whole, letting your panties move to an uncomfortable position and you lonely.
"No! No! Please don't stop." you sobbed, pushing your face in her neck as kissing her pulse as though to convince her to stay.
Rue chuckled, admiring her wet fingers under the moonlight before she pulled you back. She helped adjust you, moving you off her lap and back into the middle seat. Her thumb grazed your lips again, slowly pushing past before switching to her soaked fingers, pushing them hard on your tongue.
And of course you obeyed, sucking hard on her fingers as you looked deep into her eyes. "Turn around." she demanded, a shift to her tone as she retracted her fingers once more with a bit more effort this time — a pop leaving your lips.
With another pout and a whine of emptiness, you did as she said, because Rue was technically the pro at this. You'd been with guys before, but you didn't really know how any of this girl on girl stuff worked.
As you rested your forehead against the bottom of the window, your still clothes ass in the air, you heard a rustle and few curses from Rue. Though soon enough, her fingers hooked your leather shorts and pulled them down with such a force you knew she needed this just as much as you.
With the drivers window still slightly ajar, a soft breeze hit your exposed pussy which almost sent you crazy — along with Rue swiping another longer finger through your folds. "Fuck, you're so pretty. Y'know, I've always wondered about you. If you'd give a girl a chance, if you'd let me fuck you like this." she rambled to herself almost, adjusting her position behind you, and thats when you felt a thickness prod against your entrance.
You looked back past yourself, seeing Rue waist down naked herself with a strap on. It was an average size, nothing dramatic, thick enough you knew there'd be a few strokes of pain. Though the sight of it paired with Rue and the slight beads of sweat on her forehead was almost enough to send you pushing yourself back onto her.
"Please, you can fuck me, please." you nodded, returning back to looking down and preparing yourself. She grunted, and you felt the steap prod you some more before breaking the threshold.
You gasped as it entered, stretching you enough to send your eyed rolling back. Rue entered slow and gentle, eyes on the your to keep herself in reality. She left an inch or two spare, letting you take deep breathes. "You okay? This too much for you, baby?" she almost cooed, causing you to shake your head repeatedly, drawing a smirk from her.
"No... no! Feels so good... mm... feel full with you Rue." you moaned, slurring and struggling to keep yourself up right. She began to move, pulling out gently before moving back in, more than satisfied with the state she'd created.
Legs shaking and moan after moan creating a melody for her as she watched the silicone move in and out of you. How wet the plastic was and how your cunt would greedily take it back in. She started slow but slowly increased her pace, gripping your hips as she moved.
The car rocked as did your body, brows drawn together as your own pornographic moans left you dazed. Rues hands moved to your hips, helping you push yourself pack onto the strap and match her rough pace.
"Look at you taking it so well. You my lil slut now, huh?" Rue grinned, watching as your ass slapped against her stomach. "You deserve this shit, tell me this what you want."
You nodded to her words, driving closer to the edge and just how sexy the scene was. "I want you! Want you to fuck me so good!" you moaned loud, your body moving with hers in a dance of energy and lust.
"This what you wanted, to fuck a girl? Mm? This what you expected? You like pussy now?"
All you could do was nod, pure bliss taking over as she slammed into you, hitting your walls deep. Her thumb crept and began to circle your clit fast again, causing you to fall closer yo the edge.
"Ma! Imma cum! Just like that, please!" you slurred further, feeling the euphoria surge through you as you screamed in release, your juices leaking onto the strap as Rue stroked through you through it.
The both you panted as your movements came to a slow stop, your forehead resting against the cool, yet fogger up window and Rue slipped out of you and removed the strap from her person.
She reached into the trunk, finding a spare shirt to clean your pussy up with — because it's the thought that counts. The cotton shifted through your folds and down your thighs, swiping away and excess of your release.
"Mm... what about you?" you asked, shifting to sit down on the backseats as your body felt heavy and your legs were to shaky to stay on all fours.
Rue shook her head, brushing your hair from your glistening face. "Don't worry bout me... that was more than enough." she cooed, encouraging you to lay down on the seats and pulling her own shorts back over, shooting Alamo a text she wont be returning inside. "You want me to take you home?" she asked.
You blinked, eyes becoming slow as your adrenaline fell. "Can I come to yours? Probably closer..." you murmured, falling asleep swiftly as Rue climbed to the drivers seat and turned on the engine, looking back at your sleeping figure and smirking to herself after witnessing the hottest scene front row.
⌖ authors note. i apologise if this is wrong, im the biggest virigin to ever exist, all my knowledge comes from fanfiction i fear