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(warning: nsfw, lesbian sex, slight objectification, internalized homophobia)
Itās not Richieās fault per se. She doesnāt know where itās coming from. Maybe itās some part of some complex someoneās yet to name. maybe itās the vaccines. Maybe sheās just horny. Maybe her parents didnāt love her enough as a kid.
Really, sheās always known. There is a name for it, but sheās not going to talk about that, because she doesnāt want to close any doors. It was comforting when sheād found out and slid so easily into the word it felt like a fat kid going down a waterslide. But she tells herself itās not important enough to state out loud. Richie likes girls. Itās never been something sheās had to question or seek out, itās just always been kind of, there. Sheās always played with girls. Always wanted to be friends with them. Hold their hands. Touch their hair and put her hands around their waists.
It didnāt feel disgusting until started liking her best friend. It didnāt feel disgusting before she started looking at her boobs.
Elisabeth Kaspbrak (affectionately named Eddie) had been friends with Richie Tozier since kindergarten and for as long as Richie can remember sheās always been shorter than her. She was attracted to her, not in the same way she was attracted to Billie or Stan because they were made of the same matter. Because she simply didnāt put up with Richieās antics, because she, herself, is someone to be put up with. Right from the first time she plopped down in the seat next to Richie and wiped the table down with hand sanitizer, Richieās known. Though she was half her size, she was arguably twice as loud, twice as stubborn and twice now inā¦other regions.
(one could argue two times zero is still zero but back to the story) Ā
Eddie had spent that summer with her aunt, away from Derry and the other losers. Sheād left two days after school ended, fiercely hugging Richie before she left. It was a getaway arranged by her mother (of course). Her excuse was that Eddie was going through a rebellious phase and that she needed to spend some time with good women of her family, being reminded of the right values again. During her getaway, Eddie had gone through an unexpectedā¦growth spurt.
Sheās still shorter than Richie. By far. But sheās filled out a lot more. A lot more. Well, they all have. Over the past years, theyāve all started wearing real bras, not the sports bras from the kids' section. Richie herself hadnāt filled out as much as sheād shed the weight of childhood, carving herself a new figure with sharp ribs and hip dips and boobs that werenāt even worth the effort of wearing a bra. Eddie howeverā¦
Christ, it wasnāt like sheād gone from zero to one hundred just like that. Sheād always been a little curvier than the other losers (save for Bernadette). It just hadnāt been as noticeable before. Before the first day of Junior high, when Richie chained up her bike and Eddie came barreling towards her.
āRich! Hey there loser!ā she smiles wide and runs towards her. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail, two strands pulled out to frame her face (Richie had watched her tie her hair back enough to know how she did it. how she flipped her head back and pulled the elastic from around her wrist, smoothing the front down and then pulling two sections out from behind her ears with her pinkies). Sheās wearing tennis shoes with calf-high socks, high waisted Bermuda-shorts, and a very tight, yellow polo shirt. Richie recognized that polo. Itās one of Eddie's favorites. It hadnāt been tight when she left.
Eddie barrels into her and wraps her arms around her. Sheās wearing her bookbag and sheās warm like sunshine and smells so pretty. Sheās pressing up against Richie and Richie can feel everything.
Warm. Soft. Big. Squishy. Boobies. Boobsboobsboobs.
Richieās cheeks grow hot. Her entire face grows hot. She might be sweating. Something else feels hot too. Sheās trying not to squeeze Eddieās waist too tight. She wants to press her knees together. Thereās a pounding in her lower stomach and it's begging her to reach down, reach out, grab.
Eddie has boobs now. Ā
Design within reach. Soft and firm at the same time. Perfectly grabbable and holdable. And how Richie wants to hold, even as she feels bile in her throat and a cold sensation spreading through her forehead and down her back. Sheās shaking.
Eddie draws back, the hug itself only lasting a few seconds, and is telling Richie about her aunt. Richie huffs and grunts along as best as she can. Sheās good with words, just not the right ones. She takes time to look Eddie over.
God. They must have grown like, three cups apiece. Or maybe one is bigger than the other? Thatās normal, apparently. They stretch out her shirt like theyāre trying to escape. Hey Richie! look at us! Has she even noticed? She walks like she hasnāt. talks and moves like she doesnāt even two, her poor shirt fighting for its life. It had been too small last summer. The only reason Eddie kept it was for sentimental values. Richie wishes sheād chucked it out. Is she even wearing a bra? Richie didnāt felt any bra during their hug, only the smooth expanse of her back. This was obscene.
It was downright pornographic.
Richie lifts her bookbag from her bicycle basket and feels as the cold begins to spread down her spine like poison.
This objectification, this ruff sexualization, fetishization of another girlās body. Itās new. Of her friend. Of someone who should trust her. Itās sadistic. Itās vile. Eddie shouldnāt have to worry about her best friend ogling her like a piece of meat. Richie is no better than the old men who sit in front of the pharmacy, or the boys in the hallway who snap bras and look under skirts. Sheās a sexual deviant and itās never been more apparent, transparent or provocative.
She gratefully slips into a different classroom than Eddie. Never has history felt so relieving.
She doesnāt concentrate. The pounding between her legs had died down and sheās left with only the cold. Shame. She had always looked differently at girls. admired the soft curves of their faces and eyelashes. How they applied their Chapstick. Richie is grateful sheās not born as a man and isnāt sporting a hard-on right now. She can admire from afar. No accidental boners to squish. No telltales. Her nipples donāt even get hard unless directly stimulated, even if all the pornos are trying to convince her otherwise.
But wouldnāt it have been easier if she was a guy? Not because it would be forgiven for her to go rigid at a pair of tits, but because it would be expected of her? Perhaps everything is easier with a penis involved. Perhaps Richie is a dyke. The truth is somewhere in the pudding. Perhaps this is a fluke. A slipup on behalf of her pubescent brain. This is new and exciting, and her brain mistook it for arousal. With time it will fade away as all hyper fixations do. She might still like to hold Eddieās hand in the movie theatre but they wonāt be kissing while they do it.
For lunch, they meet up with the other girls and Bev. They all huddle together on their blue plastic benches like they always do. The table smells like cleaning supplies and library coffee. Eddieās new boobs stretch and squish together as she talks with her hands and her thigh is brushing up against Richie. Did they get bigger too? Richie is too afraid to look. Theyāre sitting close like they always do, and for once Richie dreads it. well, thatās not entirely true. Thereās always been a certain amount of risk in being around Eddie. she likes it like that. Pushing too close, too far. Someone catching her starring or reading the subtitles. But no oneās said anything like that. Maybe girls are allowed to be close like that. Ā
(perhaps it is easier, not because it is expected, but because it is forgiven)
What if they already know? What if itās too late, too obvious and theyāre just testing how far she will go. This just in: Richie Tozier really a lesbian? She is, as all high schoolers are, part of a game. A hierarchy. Many have framed it as a war, but really, itās closer to a gameshow.
Will she start creeping on her classmates in the locker rooms. (ābe careful, I think sheās a lesbian,ā Drew Newman whispers behind her, sheās talking to the new girl in school. Itās 5th grade and Richie said she liked her t-shirt) will she take pictures of them in the shower? touch another student? Kiss another student? Cut her hair short like a boy and shove her giant nose in their pussies?
Richie quietly eats her sandwich. Stan is sitting across from her, carefully wiping her mouth after each of her fries, even if thereās no sauce. Next to her Billie is playing with Mikeyās hair, gently braiding and re-braiding a section as she speaks. None of them are looking at Richie. Ā
Is that what they look like to others? She and Eddie? two girls sitting on a bench braiding hair?
She knows no one can read her mind. Not even Stan. If they can they havenāt said anything yet, and Richie hopes they keep it that way. If you look objectively, theyāre doing nothing. Theyāre sitting next to each other. Theyāre eating their lunch. Seeking occasional contact, as all primates do. But true objectivity doesnāt exist in humans, and that might be the scariest thing of them all to someone like Richie. Even the concept of objectivity is a subjective term because itās a word and a concept, made up by humans and equipped with its own fair share of subjective weight. Humans are subjective creatures. Deeply so. Really, truly, are they just sitting next to each other?
Richie doesnāt claim to know the truth, only a version of it.
.
Itās a month later when Eddie comes over to her house. Itās been a month of Richie living in limbo, looking away and admiring from afar. She masturbates every night before going to bed now. It helps her sleep.
She wants to grab her tits. She wants to squeeze them and push them against herself. Kiss the bridge between them and press her face into them. lick them and suck at the skin around the areola. Rub her nipples. Kiss them. lick and suck them. she wants Eddie to grab onto her hair and gasp into the air. Wrap her soft thighs around Richie and ask her for more.
Richie sometimes fantasizes about what would happen, if she grabbed them at their lunch table. Or in the hallway. if she just went up to Eddie and started groping her, looking her directly in the face as she did it. what would happen?
In fantasy land, Eddieās eyes widen and she looks up at Richie in shock. Her cheeks go red and her mouth goes silent. But she doesnāt stop her. She gasps and presses her body into Richieās. She moans pathetically as she grabs onto her for support and her face crumbles in arousal. Her thighs push together when Richie starts playing with her nipples and kissing her neck. Others fade away in the background and Richie reaches down and hikes up Eddieās skirt, rubbing her through her panties and she moans and fists Richieās cardigan.
In the real world though, Richie knows. She knows that wouldnāt happen. In the real world, she wouldnāt even stand a chance. Eddie would jerk back, maybe even push her. She would be disgusted. Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes who sheās allowed close to her, who sheād been sitting next to, every lunch period for years. Who sheād shared her food with, her secrets with, her comic books and her bed with. Theyād spent so much time together as kids, sleeping over at each otherās houses with the other losers. How many of those nights had Richie spent awake, staring at her? Touching her? The color returns to Eddieās face as she shifts from disgust to rage. Hatred. The other losers at their table, the people in the hallway, now begin to whisper. Their teachers look on with pity and disappointment.
āBe carefulā¦ā
Right between the two fantasies, is where Richie comes. The first is her own creation. Her dramaturgy where she decides who plays who. Who does what. The second one is the fire that burns it all down, the second is the aftermath. The water that washes the paint off and reveals an ugly face underneath. She canāt say which is her favorite because it is one. One fantasy. one never comes without the other. Itās a euphoria that comes with high risk and Richie falls for it every time.
This must be how a cult is formed , she thinks, one night in her misery. One person gets an idea and others are looped in, promised an elation of life with no idea that thereās a shotgun pointed at their head. Is it possible to brainwash yourself?
Sheās standing in her kitchen when she hears the doorbell ring. She puts down her Fanta as she goes to open the door. And of course, Eddie is outside.
āHi Rich!ā sheās wearing a white button-up cardigan and high waisted red shorts. Sheās holding a blue shopping bag. Richie doesnāt recognize the shorts. But she knows the cardigan used to be Stans. It looks better on Eddie.
āhey there Spaghetti,ā she leans into the doorframe, getting into character, āwhat brings you to my store?ā Ā
āI wanna talk to you asshole. Also, stop calling me spaghetti, itās annoying.ā She pushes past Richie and toes off her tennis shoes. Richie lets her. She closes the front door and waits until Eddie is done.
āany particular topic?ā
Eddie shakes her head. āno, just wanted to talk to you.ā
Richie smiles and goes back into the kitchen, charmed by her abandoned Fanta can. Eddie follows and wrinkles her nose as Richie takes a sip.
ādo you even know whatās in that stuff?ā
Richie takes an extra loud sip, swishes it around in her mouth like Listerine and swallows.
ādo you?ā
Eddie squirms (to Richieās amusement), āyour parents are dentists. What would your dad do, huh? If he knew what a bitch you are?ā
Richie burbs and blows into Eddieās face. āapplaud.ā
āyouāre an ass.ā
Richie delivers what she calls her Hollywood-smile and stares Eddie in the face. Eddie herself is delivering an excellent battle face, jaw slightly pushed out and penciled eyebrows pushing together. She doesnāt mean it, neither of them does to the extent of their act, but itās fun to perform their quick-paced comedy. Even if they are the only audience members. Richie, this time, is the one to put down her sword and blink.
āSeriously though, do you want a drink? Thereās lemonade in the fridge.ā
āI want tea,ā Eddie drops the face and starts rummaging through their cupboards. Richie amuses at the routineness of Eddieās movement.
It was not unusual for her to show up unannounced like today. Many Sunday mornings, Maggie and Wentworth could be sitting in the kitchen and enjoying their toast, and Eddie Kaspbrak would simply wander in and take a glass of juice without any of them even looking up. Most of the time though, Eddie would quickly disappear upstairs to Richieās room. She finds everything without having to ask. Itās one of Richieās favorite things about her. Itās proof of their friendship in the most literal way there is. through muscle memory. Itās not something obvious, but to the observant outsider, itās undeniable. Itās a part of Eddieās body that wasnāt there before. Because of Richie, it is.
She gathers all the things she needs in on the prickled countertop tiles next to the stove. A box of lemon-flavored teabags, a mug (adorned with the phrase ābest dad everā, a not very well-received Motherās Day gift) and a jar of honey from the drawer below the silverware.
Richie watches her quietly from the corner, leaning on the wall next to the microwave. Taking her time to appreciate just what Stans cardigan is doing for Eddie. taking her time to be guilty about it later.
Itās times like this, with Eddie tinkering around her kitchen, that she slips into another fantasy of hers. A seldom one of her and Eddie being married. One where Eddie is her housewife, wearing a dress that Richie bought for her, a necklace that Richie bought for her, a ring Richie bought for her and standing in a kitchen in a house that Richie bought too. Sheās cooking breakfast. Maybe there are kids in the background. Richie comes down from upstairs, where sheās shaved and brushed her teeth. Sheās wearing a suit and holding a briefcase. Her short hair is slicked back, and Eddie fixes her tie before kissing her. Richie grabs onto her waist, squeezing her dress (itās satin, no, maybe itās a picnic dress, with red and white checkers, either way, it fits in all the right places) and lifting her thigh. The kiss grows deeper, Eddieās heat is drawing her in, and Richie, in the real world takes another sip from her soda.
In this scenario, Richie is a man. Itās part of why she rarely indulges. She doesnāt want to be a man, but if sheās married to a woman, she must. it just makes sense. It canāt work any other way. In the same way that two plus two equals four. A man and a woman can get married Anything else, is not a marriage.
Eddie is not her wife. Certainly not her housewife. In real life, Richie doesnāt have a beard or a cock. Sheās wearing jeans and her dadās old Rolling Stones t-shirt, not a suit. In real life, sheās a teenage girl with a complex.
Eddie finishes her tea, puts all the supplies back (because sheās annoying and organized like that) and climbs up on the counter. her thighs are pressed together. She sways her feet and holds the mug between her hands. Richie is all but reminded of how small she is again. Her feet dangle over the floor. Richie knows if she wants to get down, sheāll have to use the nubs on their kitchen drawers to stand on if she doesnāt want her feet to hurt. Or sheāll have to ask Richie for help.
They stand in silence. Each with their respective drinks, like strangers at a bus stop.
She looks beautiful in the sunlight.
āActually, I need a favor.ā
Aha. So, no talking after all.
āI, uhm,ā sheās still looking at her tea, but her hand fumbles to the blue bag next to her. Itās not until now Richie notices sheās brought it with her to the kitchen. She awkwardly hands it to Richie
āI need a place to wash this.ā
Richie opens the bag and her heart skips a fucking beat.
Itās a bra. Itās Eddieās bra. Two of them, actually. Richie can feel the slippery polyester through the bag. Theyāre plain. Underwire. One is grey and one is a soft pink.
āehā¦ā
She doesnāt know what to say. Fuck. How do you recover from something like this? Which one-liners are appropriate when your crush hands you a bag of bras? Sheās blushing. This is bad.
āIām sorry!ā Eddie says, and she sounds like she really means it, āitās just, Iāve grown a bit lately and Iā¦my mom, you know how she is!ā
āshe wonāt let you wash your underwear?ā
āno but sheā¦she doesnāt know I have itā¦ā
Richie puts the bag down. This is going off the rails.
āwhat?ā
Eddie sighs heavily. She tilts her chin upwards at the ceiling. The look of a pained soldier in her eyes. Sheās frustrated, Richie can see her trying to fight it. but maybe thereās more. Something Richie knows all too well.
āI bought them myself,ā she says, āmy old ones donāt fit me anymore, and I was too scared to say anything to her. She hasnāt said anything yet, so I donāt know if sheās noticed. And itās justā¦itās hard to talk about this stuff to begin with! You know? But my mom? Sheāsā¦sheād freak out! she already thinks Iām hitting puberty too early even though Iām almost an adult. She says itās because Iāve been drinking tap water, tap water Richie! Plus, my aunt is nagging me about modesty all of a sudden because sheās definitely noticed, and everyone keeps staring at me! Like, all the time! Mr. Harris? My fucking teacher? He keeps standing behind me in gym class and itās really creeping me out. And I need to wash my fucking underwear so will you please help me?ā
Richie watches her squirm. She doesnāt know what to say.
People are starring
Yeah, and Richie is one of them
But Eddie is right. Sonia Kaspbrak is a woman of a certain genre. If she knew that her little girl was anything over a b-cup, who knew how she would react. In Soniaās narrow mind (praise who knew what was going on in there) this would read as a direct attack against herself. this would usually lead to a medicinal approach. At Eddieās expense of course. Either way, it was awkward enough for Richie and her mother. Richie could only imagine how Eddie felt.
As for the rest of what sheād said. Richie would wallow in that later. Always later. For now, she does her best to be comforting.
āof course Iāll help you.ā
Eddie sighs, āthank you.ā She starts to climb down from the counter. Richie automatically puts down her drink and goes to help her. Eddie grabs her arm. Sheās leaning on her. Not fully but almost. But she pauses momentarily.
āI knew youād understand. You always do.ā
Richie smiles, āwhat, you think I can relate?ā she nods down at herself. in the white folds of her fatherās oversized shirt, she looks like a boy.
Eddie licks her lips. āI donāt think itās a matter of relating Rich.ā
She says it so quietly, her brown eyes are staring up at Richieās. her breath smells like lemons, and something secret. The inside of her mouth. Something that Richie would find gross if it wasnāt Eddie. she looks terribly open and beautiful. And Richie is, at that moment, mesmerized. She doesnāt notice Eddie slipping further down the counter and when she does, she stumbles. Richie grabs onto the first thing she finds before she realizes whatās happening.
Oh no.
Eddieās eyes widen. Her lips part and a small gasp falls from her lips. Richie letās go immediately. All the blood has drained from her face. She might faint. Her hand feels warm. Too warm. And the worst part is how tight her crotch is.
Soft. Warm. Smooth yet firm. And big. God, it was even better than she had imagined. Even if she only touched her for a brief second.
āsorry! Iām so sorryā Richie steps back quickly, Eddie slides the rest of the way onto the floor with a soft thud. Everything inside Richie is crumbling
āIām sorry, Iām sorry.ā
āRichie itās okay, it was an accident.ā
āIām sorry, everything you saidā¦you just talked about how awful it is and Iām being part of the problem.ā
āRichieā¦ā
Richie plops down in a chair. itās her momsā seat. She stares at her hands. Her hand. She canāt look Eddie in the eye. Sheās fucking up.
āI didnāt mean toā¦I donāt want to make it worse. I donāt want you to feel uncomfortable. Not because of me.ā
The kitchen is heavy with silence. Richie canāt look at Eddieās face right now. She canāt read her thoughts. Her feelings. Her judgment. But she can imagine. Eddie is shocked. Scared. Sheās starring at Richie and wondering what to do now. what sheāll do to overcome this. Sweep it under the rug, so she can still be friends with Richie. Because Richie knows thatās how Eddie is. sheās used to pushing small things to the side. Forgetting accidents. Forgiving those she loves. Letting herself be violated.
Or sheās wondering how she can leave. Preparing herself to walk out of Richieās front door and never coming back. Never being alone with Richie again. because of what she might do.
Richie is not coming back from this.
āRichieā¦ā she repeats. Silent again. the same way she spoke just a minute ago. And it makes Richie look up.
Here it comes. Here comes the rejection. I think I should leave. Be carefulā¦
Instead, Eddie steps closer. She holds her hands at her side. But now she gently grabs Richieās hand and lifts it for her. She leads it up to her chest. presses it against her breast. Richie swallows. Her mouth tastes like sour Fanta. She barely dares to breathe; incase it scares Eddie. or maybe it scares herself.
Yet, Eddie compels her. as always.
āEddie...ā
She grabs onto Eddie. before she can change her mind. Her fingertips press into the fleshy body below her hand. Itās warm. Even through her clothes, sheās warm. Eddieās lips part.
āIā¦I donāt mind itā¦ā she whispers, āI donāt mind it when itās you.ā
Richieās hands spring alive, she grabs onto Eddie firmly, bringing her left hand up to join. She grabs her boobs. One firmly in each hand, and squeezes. Hard. Feels their roundness, their firmness. Feels them press against Eddieās cardigan. Itās too small. What is it with Eddie and wearing shirts that are too small?
Eddie lets out a chocked sound, too close to a moan, and Richie canāt take it anymore. Eddieās legs are bending before Richie grabs her, but she pulls her down the rest of the way by her hips. She lands on Richieās lap. Richie spreads her knees, so Eddieās thighs are forced to follow. sheās heavy and hot. Pressing against Richie in all the right places. Her thighs, her ass, and her tummy are soft and warm too. Deliciously fleshy. Everything about her is so soft. She smells like peaches. Eddie grabs her cheek and presses their mouths together.
Richie mightāve fainted along the way. Maybe hours ago. Sheās dreaming. Sheās sleeping in her bed upstairs. Her head is spinning between Eddieās hands. Her mouth feels exactly how she imagined, yet somehow, everything else. Sheās real. Thatās the main difference. Sheās real. And Richie can touch her and kiss her as much as she wants. She can hold her here if she wants to. there are only two people in the world, as far as she knows.
Eddie is gasping into her mouth. Her hips are moving in soft circles as Richie fondles her ass. Sheās looking for something. She might not even realize sheās doing it. Richie pushes her own hips up in return. Pushing them together. And as she does, she starts to undo Eddieās cardigan. The small buttons slip out easily, and really, itās a miracle theyāve been holding on so long. She breaks their kiss out into intermit pecking to watch soft skin appear bit by bit. Inch by inch, until the soft curve of her cleavage, is in full view. Sheās even prettier up close. The bra underneath is black, but Richie does quick work of unclasping it. it falls around Eddieās waist, caught in her cardigan. Eddie untucks it and Richie throws the bra onto the floor. The infamous blue bag is sitting somewhere on the floor too, and Richie trust they end up together. She, however, is occupied by Eddie.
Sheās gorgeous. Her boobs are not as perky without her bra. Theyāre big and directly in Richieās face, her nipples hardening in the cold. Theyāre directly in Richieās face, and Richieās mouth tingles. She leans forwards, wasting no time as she sucks on her right nipple. Ā
Eddie lets out a gasp above her, then she moans. Long and desperate, like she canāt stop it. Richie lets out a sound of her own, a sound she doesnāt recognize and presses Eddie impossibly closer. Her crotch is painfully tight, and she rubs up against Eddie in ecstasy.
āR-Richie~ā
Sheās grabbing onto Richie and Richie is grabbing back. Sheās touching everything. Feeling, fondling, tracing, rubbing, pinching, sucking. Thereās so much of her. So much to feel. To sense. To take in. she kisses the space between her breasts and her collarbones. Presses her lips against her chest and pulls her tits against her face. Engulfs in her heat. Kneads her right boob as she sucks on the other. An unending hunger pushes her further. Makes her sink deeper. Bite. Somewhere along the way, Eddieās pants are unbuttoned.
āah!...h-Rich..ā
āEddie.ā
Eddie, again, takes her hand and guides her. This time downwards.
ātouch me.ā
Her zipper slides down further. dark red fabric parts to reveal olive skin, clean and untouched by the sun. paler than the rest of her. When Richie touches her there, her stomach flutters. She traces the rim of her faded yellow panties one time and dives in.
Sheās hotter here than anywhere else on her body.
Sheās not clean-shaven, but almost. The hairs are short and even. Neatly kept out of the way. Surprisingly in character. Richie feels all around the fleshy rim of her pussy, investigating. Sheās never touched another girl before. But she knows the layout from herself. above her, Eddie has gone quiet. She leans back to look.
Sheās holding her breath. Her eyes are closed and sheās biting the inside of her lip. Her nails are digging into Richieās arm. Sheās shaking. Richie watches her. This time she doesnāt look away. Stares at her. Savors her face. Every little wrinkle and curve. She presses her finger against Eddieās clit. The dampness of her folds almost touches her hand.
ādo you like it?ā
āyes,ā Eddies expression breaks into a gasp, āit feelsā¦hā¦it feels really goodā¦ah!ā
Richie watches her. She watches her and keeps watching her as she rubs Eddieās clit in rough circles. Sheās warm and wet. Overwhelmingly so. Richie dives her fingers in between her folds to feel just how soaked she is. Itās bleeding onto the insides of her thighs, dampening the edges of her panties. Richie briefly pushes her folds apart to feel the edge of her hole. Then she decides against it and goes back to her clit.
āoh~Richie!ā
She switches position, this time using two fingers to slide in on either side of Eddieās clit and pushing them together. She alternates the pressure between the two until sheās rolling Eddie between her fingers. This way, she can go much faster. Eddie starts moving her hips with little rocks. Faster and faster. Her thighs were squeezing Richieās, knees digging into her sides.
āRichie, Richie, Richie, Richie, Richie, Richie!ā
She's pressed completely into Richie. her tits collide with Richieās sweaty collarbones, her hair is in Richieās face. Richie gladly buried herself in her. If there was any grave better than Eddie Kaspbrakā¦
Eddie
Eddie goes quite. Sheās not breathing. Then comes with a shout, clutching onto Richie like a dying man. Her moans take shapes of sharp hysterical breaths. Soft liquid coats Richieās hand that she later wipes off in her jean leg.
Gross.
Eddie would scold her about it that later
They sit in her motherās kitchen chair for a few more moments with the sun hitting the back of Eddieās hair. sheās worn it down today. She rarely does, save for Saturdays. But today is a Saturday. So Richie runs her hand through it. sheās breathing heavily on Richieās neck and Richie thinks she mightāve fallen asleep.
āare you okay?ā
Eddie isnāt asleep. She giggles. Itās a surprisingly adult sound. And Richie is hit with the passing of time again. She and Eddie are almost adults. Most would refer to them as young instead of children now. The sunlight makes it worse. Her hand is warm and tingles a bit. But that part might be her imagination. Ā
āYeah, Iām great.ā
āIām still sorry about accidentally touching your boob by the way.ā
āyouāve never been one to shy away from grabbing the bull by the horns.ā
āgrabbing the hottie by the hooters.ā
Eddie sits back a little. Her shirt is still open. So are her shorts. she rolls her eyes. Richie leans in until their noses are touching.
āIām not sorry about grabbing your boobs on purpose though,ā She says, āand I hope to get to grab them again in the future.ā
Eddie smiles. Her mouth stays closed. Itās a small and secret smile, with little wrinkles at the side. It might be a little embarrassed. But itās full of what Richie hopes is love.
āIām glad.ā
They kiss a little bit until they hear a car door slam. Richieās dad is returning from his tennis lessons, and Eddie quickly buttons up her shirt. They both stand up at Richie picks up the bra from the floor and stuff is into the blue cloth bag. Her dad enters the kitchen just as she closes it.
āhey-oh hi Eddie.ā
āHey Mr. Tozier,ā Eddie smiles politely, and Richie grabs her hand.
āI think weāre gonna go upstairs dad,ā she says and pulls Eddie out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Her dad raises his eyebrows but doesnāt protest.
āOkay, you girls have funā¦wait, Eddie, donāt you want your tea?ā
āno thanks Mr. Tozier itās cold by now!ā
They close the door to Richieās room behind them.
