Chloe yawned as she stepped out of her truck, immediately stretching her arms above the head and breathing in the fresh, crisp October morning air. This was one of the few times anyone saw the punk up and at it this early, but she was willing to sacrifice a few hours of sleep if it meant avoiding the morning L.A traffic.
After a lot of searching, of course not from her part, the three women had decided to take a few days off and escape the city madness. This is how they ended up here, on the Marion Mtn campgrounds. Chloe had parked in a more secluded area which meant more space for them and less interaction with friendly, yet noisy, camp-goers.
“It’s beautiful!” Max exclaimed as she climbed out of the car, followed by Rachel, taking in her surrounding environment of alpine forest of pine and oak trees. The singing of birds and the rustling of branches the only sound reaching her ears, that is until Chloe spoke up.
“It is.” The punk said as she rested her head on her folded hands on top of the car roof, looking directly at Max.
It took less than a minute for Max to realise what Chloe meant when she saw her girlfriend staring at her and couldn’t help let out an involuntary groan despite the light blush dusting her cheeks.
“God you’re such a sap.”
It was Chloe’s turn to groan at Max’s obvious pun.
“Once you two are done with your strange flirting ritual, come help me unpack.” Rachel’s voice came from the back of the car where she was opening the tailgate.
“All I’m gonna help unpack are the camp chairs. I drove all the way so you two do it.”
With feigned annoyance, Max and Rachel conceded and got to work, unloading boxes with food supplies, backpacks and all the camping equipment from sleeping bags to a spacious tent for the three of them.
However, when it was time to set up the tent, Rachel exchanged her spot with Chloe because despite all her talents, tent-building was not one of them.
“Careful not to strain a muscle.” The punk commented sarcastically at Rachel who was sitting cross-legged on the chair, scrolling through her phone.
“Likewise, babe. It’d be a shame if you did and couldn’t participate in on all the fun activities.” Rachel cast a searing look at Chloe, giving her a once-over and making sure the punk new she was checking her out and picking up on what the blonde was hinting at.
Once everything was finally set up, the three took the rest of the day to have a stroll around the campsite, not venturing too far as they were all tired from the journey here and wanting to conserve their energy for the long hike they had planned tomorrow.
By nightfall, the three women sat around their warm campfire with marshmallows on sticks ready to be devoured in the form of s’mores. A comfortable silence had embraced them, the only sounds coming from the crackling of the wood in the fire and the forest sounds around them; the rustling of leaves, an owl hooting somewhere in the distance and the gentle whistle of the breeze that had picked up and which caused Max to shiver despite sitting between her two girlfriends.
Both Chloe and Rachel noticed the brunette’s discomfort and simultaneously scootched over until their shoulders were pressing Max’s, who simply exchanged a thankful look with each woman and smiled to herself. The small yet caring gesture spreading warmth throughout her heart.
When it was time to call it a night, all three slipped into their own warm sleeping bag, forming a human-sized cocoon before drifting off to sleep. Max mustn’t have slept for long when she blinked her bleary eyes open at the sound of heavy breathing. At first, her instinct was that something bad had happened, fear spiking in her blood. She was about to open her mouth to ask what was happening when she heard a moan coming from her right side before quickly being muffled by what she only could imagine was a hand.
“Chlo? Rachel?” Max called out in a sleep-coated voice.
“Shit, um hey babe.” Chloe said, sounding only slightly alarmed.
“What are you doing?”
“Rachel!” Chloe quipped before said woman burst out laughing form somewhere beneath the punk who had crept into her sleeping bag. “Sorry for waking you up” She continued, sounding remorseful.
Well. That would explain the source of the sounds.
Despite still being half asleep, Max still felt the familiar thrum of arousal stir awake at the knowledge that her girlfriends were fucking a few feet away form her.
“Since you’re up, want to join?” Rachel offered.
Max’s body was answering yes but what came out of her mouth was completely different and she would blame it on not being fully awake.
“Aren’t you guys cold?”
Even if the brunette couldn’t entirely see them, she could feel the pair of two eyes on her before the two women burst out laughing again.
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call the place I’m in, cold.” Chloe’s quip was followed by Rachel’s moan that landed right between Max’s legs.
“Fuck, Chloe. Less talking, more fucking.” Rachel breathed out as she pressed her thigh between Chloe’s legs, eliciting a groan from the punk.
That seemed to be the catalyst that woke Max from her stupor, who shuffled closer so she could lean in to kiss Rachel’s parted lips as Chloe resumed her treatment down below.
Suffice to say, the next morning neither of the three women had gotten much sleep for their hiking excursion.
“Remind me never to have sex on the rough ground, ever, again.” Chloe groaned, rubbing her soar knees as she reached the top the hill, the view from up there of clear blue skies and canopy of rich reds and oranges ameliorating her mood.
“Oh please, you said that the last time we went camping.” Rachel walked up to the punk and rested her arm on her shoulder.
“Did I say that?” Chloe pretended to recall her words when the sound of a camera went off. Max had caught up and was wasting no time taking pictures of the view, with and without her girlfriends in it.
“Come here Super Max.” Chloe gestured the brunette over and wrapping her arm around the photographer’s waist when she came to stand beside her.
“This place is breath-taking.” Rachel said, her hazel eyes joining the pair of blues looking out into the vast horizon.
The next couple of dazes passed way faster than either of them wanted. After returning from the hike, the spent the remainder of the time going for shorter walks and gazing at the stars each night until they were all struggling to keep their eyes open.
Soon, it was time to leave, with a heavy heart they packed up their equipment as the sun hid behind clouds. When everything was securely strapped in the cargo bed of the car, Max took a moment for herself to breathe in the crisp fresh air and calm her mind. She hadn’t realised how much she had needed this time off and wasn’t entirely ready to head back home but she new she could do it when her eyes fell on her two patterns, smiling at her while they waited by the car. How bad could going back be?
She had to ask, didn’t she? Well technically, this wasn’t bad, she shouldn’t be complaining but dear God, two weeks after her return from the camping trip and work was still chaotic. At times, Max felt like she was working a full-time job, what with all the projects she had to catch up on and the absurd amount of meeting that they suddenly had to attend.
Max sat at her usual spot at the round conference table as she forced herself to pay attention to the meeting that had already gone overtime. Her boss went on and on about a new project and the logistics of it all. It’s not that Max wasn’t excited about it, it’s that they had talked about the exact same thing in their previous meeting, last week.
The photographer glanced out the window to see the darkening sky. It was late afternoon, and the days were definitely getting shorter, a fact Max wasn’t very happy about yet had to live with.
Before her mood plummeted even more just like the setting sun, she felt the light buzz of her phone, indicating she had a new notification. Discretely, the brunette pulled the device out of the front pocket of her plaid fabric pants and saw she had a new message in the group chat “MCR”. All three women had deemed it the perfect name, seeing how it was a great tribute to “My Chemical Romance, a band which all three liked and additionally fitted their initials precisely. She had forgotten that today was Chloe’s day off, and seeing how Rachel had a late rehearsal, had gone with her for shopping before the blonde headed to work.
The moment however Max opened the chat, she nearly dropped her phone on the floor. In seconds, her heart began hammering in her chest while her eyes dilated; deep blue engulfed by pitch black. There, in the group chat was a photo attached with a message from Rachel asking her opinion about the cut-off shorts she was apparently trying on right this instant. The picture depicted the blonde with her back facing a full-body mirror while twisting her upper half to snap the photo and judging by the cocky grin, Rachel already knew the answer.
Max’s eyes darted from her girlfriend’s plush red lips to the cut-offs and the minimal skin they were covering to scanning the room around her, in case someone decided to peep at her screen. Luckily, no one seemed to be paying attention to her increasingly red face as Max took a deep breath and attempted to compose a proper response.
The brunette hadn’t even typed in two words before her phone buzzed again as a new photo popped up.
This time, Max did lose her grip on her phone and only out of pure luck did it fall on her thighs with the photographer catching before it slid off and crashed on the tile floor. Clearing her throat, Max looked up to see Seth sitting across from her and eyeing her inquisitively. The brunette gave him a small, forced smile, only keeping eye contact for a few seconds in fear that somehow Seth had picked up the power of mind-reading and knew what was transpiring.
Max unlocked her screen and pressed on the image to enlarge it. This one was from Chloe who apparently was in on whatever game Rachel was playing. The punk also stood in front of a changing room mirror in nothing but a pair of tight black ripped jeans and a petrol blue bra with one strap hanging loosely down her shoulder, while using her free hand to push back her hair from her eyes.
“Think I should get these?” Was the caption attached to the photo and Max wanted to scoff because of course that’s how people posed to show the articles of clothing they wanted to buy. What utter jerks.
Max was half-way through a sarcastic replay when, yet another image popped up and the brunette, honest to God, thought she would crack her screen from how hard she was clutching it, knuckles turning white from the strong grip. The blood in her veins was thrumming wild as it nestled between her legs and made the photographer squirm uncomfortably in her chair. She’d become somewhat accustomed to Chloe’s and Rachel’s teasing, but this now just seemed cruel. Max may not be sure of a lot of things, but she was certain that no matter in which alternate reality she would have landed, there was absolutely no chance of focusing back on work. Hell, she was scrambling to keep the deep flush out of her cheeks, a task she knew she had royally failed judging by Seth’s curious raised eyebrow.
In between messages, Rachel had apparently snuck in Chloe’s changing room because the blonde now stood behind Chloe, arms wrapped around the punk, one hand resting on her breast, the other above the waistband of the jeans with the tips of her fingers just dipping under the fabric. Chloe was the one snapping the picture, only this time instead of pale blue eyes, Max could see they were blown black with arousal.
“Such a pretty thing, don’t you think?”
The text had Rachel’s mocking tone written all over it and Max felt compelled to answer despite her brain having turned to mush.
“Y yea…she iz…um guys, wtf…?” Beautifully constructed answer.
Her answer came in the form of one more picture and Max should have known better than to open it while taking a sip of water. Why had she done that? She could see her devilish girlfriends weren’t going to stop at that so why had she combined the act of drinking and looking at her phone? Now she was choking down water and everyone in the room was casting quizzical and worried looks her way.
Max did her best to ignore them and the moment they all turned their attention back to the presentation, her eyes zeroed in on the photo. Chloe was again taking the picture while her free hand had found purchase on Rachel’s forearm that was resting on her chest as her hand covered the punk’s mouth. Max could see the veins on Chloe’s hand stand out from the tight grip, and the reason of said hold became apparent when deep blue eyes moved along the punk’s taut body to find Rachel had shoved her other hand down Chloe’s pants and was clearly touching her, if the punk’s lustful look was any indication to go by.
Max’s blood sizzled under her skin. Her underwear clung uncomfortably against her as arousal pooled deep inside her belly. Her mind drifted off, all the way to the changing rooms were she knew Chloe must be struggling to stay upright and keep her voice down as Rachel worked with fast and quick circles around her clit.
A few minutes later, which to the brunette felt like an eternity, she received a text from Rachel.
“I think everything came along nicely.”
Max bit down her tongue to stifle a giggle. A part of her was proud that her pun-ridden mind was rubbing off on Rachel, but the other part wanted to scream because her body was still buzzing with restlessness and an unbelievable need for release.
Max had absolutely no idea how she managed to pass as a functional human being for the remainder of the day, but by the time Chloe came to pick her up she was hanging on by the threads.
“Hey babe, how was work?” Chloe asked with a knowing grin after her girlfriend climbed in the passenger’s seat and closed the door besides her. Instead of a retort however, what Chloe got was a searing look that never failed to stir awake the desire deep within her.
Max looked at her with big gleaming eyes, the black of her pupil having devoured the deep blue. She had a vice grip on the fabric of her pants as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded while her breathing came out laboured.
“Max, are you okay?” Chloe couldn’t help but ask even if she knew that look very well.
“Chloe, please.” Max’s voice was raspy and a bit strained as if talking required her to spend energy she couldn’t afford to waste.
“Okay, okay. Hang on a bit longer babe, I’ll drive us home and-“
“No! It’s too far.” Max interrupted, the pleading gaze she cast Chloe setting the thinking cogs in her brain to work fast.
“Shit, um okay, I have an idea.” Chloe’s lips split into a small smirk as she turned the ignition key, and they were off.
The garage was completely deserted. Mike was long gone, having worked only half the day which meant the only two people here were Chloe and her incredibly horny girlfriend that seemed about ready to pounce her, something the punk was A-Okay with.
Not a minute after Chloe parked inside and the automatic garage door started to slide close and the automated lights flickered on upon detecting movement, the two women locked eyes in the complete stillness. The atmosphere around them was heavy, crackling with untamed energy, and in seconds Max was climbing on top of Chloe, startling the punk momentarily but quickly regaining her composure as she grinned at Max’s frantic movements.
The moment they kissed, and Max bore down on Chloe, a filthy moan escaped her lips at finally getting some form of friction on her aching clit.
Chloe smiled into the kiss while pulling Max closer before shuffling in the middle of the car seat for more space. The punk’s hands flew to Max’s ass squeezing firmly knowing well it would elicit another sweet moan from her girlfriend who was shamelessly grinding against her abs and Chloe happily drank up every single moan and gasp that escaped her girlfriend’s mouth as their kisses grow in intensity.
Max felt like her brain was running at 100mph. She wanted Chloe’s hands, lips and tongue on her, in her all at once and so pressed herself on Chloe as if any empty space between them was an insult, the need to feel skin on skin becoming more dire with every ticking second.
With shaky hands, Max fumbled with her shirt, trying to unbutton it but unable to manage such a trivial task with the fog of arousal clouding her brain. Frowning, she let out a frustrated huff of air and that’s when Chloe took matter in her own hands and ripped it open, losing a few buttons along the way. If Max wasn’t in this sex-induced frenzy she would have been annoyed but right now she couldn’t give a flying fuck.
Seemingly having forgotten her original plan of clothe-removal, the brunette shoved her hand under Chloe’s shirt, yanking the punk’s bra down in the processes to cup her and taking a pierced nipple between her middle and ring finger to give it an experimental squeeze.
The guttural moan that slid past Chloe’s lips was music to her ears as the punk surged forward to bite and lick and Max’s exposed neck, before trailing all the way up to nibble at the soft spot behind the brunette’s ear that had her melting in Chloe’s lap.
After a few seconds of unsuccessful fighting to pull down Max’s pants, Chloe swore under her breath which evoked a small laugh from the brunette above her who, after some awkward manoeuvring, managed to peal off her plaid pants and straddle Chloe’s lap once more.
With no time to spare, Chloe pushed Max’s underwear to the side and what she was met with, sucker punched the breath right out of her lungs.
“Fuck.” Chloe exhaled, voice deep with desire. Max was absolutely soaking wet, and like a magnet, the feel of it dragged Chloe’s eyes downward. Her fingers were met with slick folds and could see Max’s arousal trickling down her thigh. The image went straight to Chloe’s clit making her pulse with want.
Max didn’t know how long she could hold back. At just the slightest press of Chloe’s hand she felt her eyes roll at the back of her head and her entire body trembled with anticipation. Chloe was languidly rubbing her swollen clit with no indication of speeding things up and driving Max insane. No, she couldn’t do slow right now having reached her wits end.
Without much warning, Max grabbed Chloe’s hand and aligned three fingers to her entrance.
“Max w-wait, are you su-“ But Chloe didn’t get to finish her sentence as she was cut off by a strangled moan which only served to drag one out of her as well, from being so suddenly surrounded by warmth. Max was soft and wet around Chloe’s fingers and the punk thought her heart might give out at any second.
God the stretch was divine. Taking three fingers in one go was no small feat for her but fuck, did it feel good. Chloe’s fingers were long and firm and the punk honed in on where Max liked it the most with a startling precision.
There was no time wasted on adjusting, no slow role of the hips. Max didn’t need any of those things. She’d been ready for the past 4 hours and like hell she’d spend one more second waiting.
It wasn’t easy, but Max had to remind herself to breathe as she rode Chloe’s fingers while her girlfriend littered her neck with bites and kisses.
Max didn’t want the pleasure coursing through her veins to ever end. All the teasing and the wait seemed to finally pay off and when she thought this experience couldn’t get any better, Chloe proved her wrong in the best possible way by curling her fingers on a particular hard downward thrust. Max saw fucking stars, she thought she died and gone to heaven as she cried out in ecstasy, barely recognising her own voice.
“Chloe! Right there, right fucking there.” Max tried to lock eyes with a pair of pale blues even if her vision was going blurry. She placed one arm above her head, hand pushing against the roof of the car to avoid hitting her head but also using it as leverage to push down harder. The other holding onto Chloe’s shoulder for dear life.
The punk did as told, curling her fingers while trying to press her thumb against Max’s clit whenever the movement of the brunette’s hips allowed it. She knew when she was successful by feeling Max squeeze around her fingers as her head lolled forward, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
Was it possible to combust in flames from how turned on you were? Cause that is how Chloe was feeling. Her heart was beating erratically in her chest as she concentrated on how smooth Max was around her fingers. And the sight, holy fuck, the sight alone was enough to have her clit throb painfully and scream for attention. Max’s next words however, would have, without a doubt, send her tumbling over the edge without even being fucking touched if Chloe wasn’t holding on by sheer willpower.
“Fuck! That feels so good. I want to come so bad with you still inside me.” Max whispered in the punk’s ear. The filter that was usually in place and kept her from speaking like this seemed to have been completely disintegrated.
“Shit. That’s so fucking hot.” Chloe said through gritted teeth, eyes darting from the brunette’s face to where her fingers were feverishly working, despite the strain in her muscles.
Max could feel the built up of her orgasm like a tidal wave about to crash. Try as she might, it was impossible to keep a steady rhythm. Every roll of her hips and press of her clit against Chloe’s thumb had her hurtling to a release that was bound to break her.
And break she did.
The moment Chloe curled her fingers and applied pressure on her clit, Max came with a silent cry, eyes shut and mouth open. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her body from head to toe, seeming never-ending. She never wanted this bliss to end. Hell, it’s only by luck she didn’t rewind to re-live the best orgasm of her life.
All Chloe could do was sit and wonder. Max was clutching her fingers so tight, she could barely wiggling them in an attempt to prolong the brunette’s pleasure.
“Are you okay?” Chloe asked once Max’s breathing evened out, while caressing her hair as the brunette rested her head on her shoulder.
“Y-yeah.” The photographer responded by planting a sweet kiss on Chloe’s lips as she climbed off her lap, slightly wincing when the punk gently pulled her fingers out. “Your turn.” Max said, a smirk splitting her lips while pushing the punk to rest her back on the car’s door, allowing for a bit more space.
“Good, cause I hella need to get off, although I don’t know how long I’ll last judging by the fact that you’d probably be able to swim in my underwear.” Chloe said matter-of-factly.
“Do you always have to be this crass?”
“Says the girl who a minute ago was asking to come with my fingers in her pussy.”
“I- shut up! That was different!” Max furiously blushed.
“Uh-huh…” Chloe trailed off, trying not to laugh at her girlfriend’s frowning face.
“For that, I’m going make you come twice as hard.” Max said in a determined voice as she knelt between the punk’s legs as much as the confined space allowed it and yanked Chloe’s jeans off along with her underwear. Unceremoniously, taking off one of Chloe’s shoes so the pants could slide off one leg.
“I’d like to see you try.” Chloe challenged her as Max spread her legs open.
The brunette’s answer came in the form of a pair of lips going directly for her clit and sucking hard. All of a sudden, Chloe wished she hadn’t spoken so soon.
With a thud, her head hit the window frame while her hand automatically flew out to rest on chestnut locks. Pale blue eyes looked down from her heightened position to witness her girlfriend eating her out and if Chloe wasn’t already terribly turned on, this view would have done the trick.
Chloe had no freaking idea which sensation to focus on first; Max’s tongue alternating between quick, firm flicks on her clit or dipping inside her? No matter, because what had her nearly flying over the edge in record time was Max locking gaze with her the moment she pushed two fingers, knuckle deep, inside Chloe’s warmth and started to move them fast and hard. And this is how Chloe was now certain she was going to lose the bet. And for once, she didn’t care, in fact she wanted to lose.
For a moment, Max seemed to be entranced by the view in front of her but when she felt Chloe’s grip on her head tighten, an unspoken plea, she moved immediately to wrap her lips around the pink clit and suck hard. She knew Chloe was close from the way the punk fluttered around her fingers and the colourful streak of curses leaving her lips.
The taste of Chloe was heavy on her tongue and Max hardly had the mind to stop but she did have a bet to win and so, abruptly, pulled out while at the same time, let go of the sensitive bud between her lips.
Chloe nearly lost her fucking mind as her fist slammed against the roof of the car and her chest rose and fell in quick successions. She could feel the fabric of the car seat beneath her was damp but all her attention was on Max who was looking at her with pure hunger, even if there is a twinkle of amusement hidden somewhere in those deep blues that made her stomach churn with excitement.
Proud of her work, Max chuckled before going back to work. Rachel would have been proud.
It didn’t take long for Max to bring Chloe to the brink of orgasm again and just like before, a few seconds before the punk came, she ceased all movement.
“Fuck! No!” Chloe grunted in pain, fingers digging into the cheap leather of the car’s headrest as a bolt of electricity zapped her body at having its release denied yet again.
“Hold it.” Max ordered, holding the punk’s gaze as she so excruciatingly slow, lowered her head and poked out her tongue to brush the tip of it against Chloe’s swollen clit before leisurely dipping two fingers back inside wet heat.
“M-max. Fucking please!” Chloe had half the mind to come up with a better plea but it appeared to be enough as her girlfriend resumed her treatment. Curling two fingers deep inside her while swiping board and firm licks against her clit.
That’s all it took for Chloe to come so hard that her free hand that wasn’t pushing her girlfriends head closer to her cunt, slammed against the window. Chloe wasn’t sure if the whole block heard her. What she did know, was that she had completely soaked Max’s chin and the seat bellow her by the sheer force of her orgasm and that for a moment her vision had gone completely blank.
All this time, Max didn’t budge. Drinking up her girlfriend’s release and prolonging her orgasm until her jaw ached and both of them where a panting mess.
“So,” Max said between shallow breaths, head resting on Chloe’s trembling thigh. “Did I win?”
“What do you think?” Chloe ruffled her hair, too exhausted to do any more than that but still returning the bright smile Max was giving her, her heart fluttering in her chest at the sight of the younger leaning in for a tender kiss. “By the way, this means you’re driving.” Chloe said once they parted. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t feel her legs.
“I won and you want me to drive?”
“Hey, if you wanted a lift back home, you should have lost.” Chloe shrugged before pulling her jeans back up and slumping in the passenger’s seat.
“Did you want me to?”
“Are we seriously having this conversation?”
Max poked out her tongue as the mature adult she was.
“I have an idea where you can shove it.” Chloe quipped.
“I thought I already did.” Max fired back, her grin going wide as Chloe folded her arms like a petulant child and looked anywhere but Max who by now had dressed as well and was firing up the car’s engine.
As she pulled out of the garage, she turned on the radio at a random station, Lzzy Hale’s powerful voice blasting through the speakers singing “I get off on you, getting off on me…” as deep blues met pale blues once more in an unspoken promise.