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It’s stupid, is what it is. Izzy used to have notions that Ed might be the first person to really touch her like she meant something. But that isn’t the case. With Ed it’s always platonic cuddling, joking brushes with her cunt and smacking cheek kisses. Izzy would still say yes in a heartbeat, but it’s hard sometimes when they get high and Ed looks at her with blown pupils. It’s hard not to wish that any fooling around would mean more.
Tonight, Izzy is watching Jack and Ed paw at each other and snicker over something childish. For what feels like the twentieth time, Jack begs for someone to go with her. “I just need more tobacco. I’ll get snacks for whoever comes with. Please, Eddie?”
Ed shakes her head and twists one of the stolen rings ‘round her finger. “It’s cold as balls, man. No way.”
“Bitch,” Jack scoffs. She turns towards Izzy. “What about you, huh?”
“Fine.” Izzy stands up and goes for her huge men’s leather jacket and a winter hat. “But you’re getting me whatever I want.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jack says brightly. She crawls over the back of the couch, lanky and limber like a mantis. “Fuck yeah, gas station run.”
Izzy rolls her eyes and tucks her bangs under the rim of the hat. She eyes Jack’s bare arms. “Take a fucking jacket. I won’t be responsible for you losing limbs before we get to the register.”
“For real, Jackie,” Ed says. Whatever further protest Jack had dies. She twirls on her carhart.
“Yeah, yeah. Happy?” Jack says.
Izzy pushes past her and pockets the keys off the table by the door. “We’ll be back.”
Jack shuffles out the door behind Izzy. The night air is cold, almost misty with barely visible clouds keeping the stars out of sight. The streets are mostly empty, any late night folks tucked into bars and clubs by now.
Jack, never one to walk in a straight line, totters between the gutter of the street and peeking into closed shopfront windows. “So, what’s the deal, Iz? Thought you were gonna tell me to go fuck myself like usual.”
“I wanted a second with you. To tell you to keep the fuck away from Edward if you’re going to continue to drag her down,” Izzy bites. “She’s doing something with her life. And she doesn’t need you fucking it up on some weekend coke binge that kills you both.”
Jack’s eyes widen. Izzy knows about the dealers Jack likes to hit up behind the gas station. That’s ostensibly what Jack wants now.
“Shit, Iz, don’t have to ride my dick about it. Eddie’s free to make her own choices, you know?”
Izzy hates her so much. She knows the further she digs her heels in, the more Jack will stubbornly head butt back. She’ll make things worse, even. Izzy is panicking, thoughts circling as they round the final block before the station. She can see it’s white lights gleaming down the way, brighter than the orangey street lamps.
Izzy bites her lip. She’s got that switchblade in her jacket pocket. Maybe that’s better than begging. In one fluid movement, honed from every fencing practice, Izzy shoves Jack against the closest building wall. She holds the knife to her collarbone; Jack’s the type to talk even with a sharp edge pressed against her windpipe. Izzy doesn’t want blood, she wants change.
“Woah, woah, what the fuck, Iz?” Jack strains her chin up as if she can get away from the knife by force of will. “Calm down, seriously.”
“We’re getting tobacco. And that’s it. Do you understand me? Do the harder shit on your own time.”
Jack looks down at her and seems to see something worth fearing. She huffs and laughs high and fake. “Sure, babe. Wasn’t too into the idea anyway. Mixing’s never smart, right?”
Izzy holds her there for a second more before she eases off. A car rides past them with a whoosh of tires. “ You shouldn’t do that shit, either.”
“Yeah, why not? No one cares whether I choke on my own vomit,” Jack says. She straightens out her jacket and keeps walking alongside Izzy as if nothing had happened. “You ‘n Eddie are lucky that way I guess.”
“What about Anne?” Anne’s the only woman Izzy’s seen Jack consistently bring around. They’re probably fucking, but Izzy can’t say she’s cared enough to ask.
“She got a job offer. She’s down in the keys right now, running a dock for rich people or something. I didn’t really understand it when she explained it to me.”
“Mm.” They approach the gleaming store. Izzy warily eyes the gas pumps, but no one is there right now.
Inside Izzy goes right for the candy. She grabs a fistful of several things and dumps them on the counter. “This. She’s paying.”
“Can I get the Marlboro reds too? Thanks. Oh, hang on.” Jack scampers over to the cold case and grabs a six pack and a two liter of coke. “Okay, that’s it.”
She pays, and they both watch the exhausted cashier shove everything into a plastic bag. They both walk out, and Izzy is still tense waiting for the call of some stranger expecting Jack.
They manage to get a few feet away from the gas station without hearing anything. Until, a guy shouts, “Jackie, baby.”
“It’s Jack,” she calls, out of habit.
Izzy feels like her jaw is made of stone. Fuck this evening. Fuck every evening that involves Jack Rackham.
Jack turns around and smiles widely at the guy running over. He’s older than Izzy would’ve expected. He’s lumbering over towards them, but Jack walks forward to meet him halfway. “Hey man, no purchases tonight actually.”
“What? Come on,” the guy wheedles. “You always have a good time. There’s a rave down on fifth tonight. I have a ride coming in five. You should tag along. I’ll give ya a discount.”
“C’mon, man. My girl’s here,” Jack says. Izzy’s hands in her pockets curl into fists. “She’s not into that type of stuff. She’s sober, you know?”
Izzy looks towards the street and pretends she’s not listening.
“Shit, Jackie, what happened to Anne?”
“It’s Jack. Listen, man .” Izzy’s head snaps back to watch the two of them as she hears Jack’s tone dip. “You’re gonna go back to selling. And I’m gonna take my girl home, safe and sound. Without the drugs. Enjoy the rave.” Jack fakes as if she’s about to shove him, and the guy flinches back.
When Jack joins Izzy again she throws an arm around her waist. “Sorry, it’s all I could think of,” Jack says. Her voice is softer now, apologetic.
Izzy is weirdly thankful Jack didn’t leave or buy the coke anyway. She finds herself leaning into Jack’s warmth as they walk back to the apartment. “I’m sure he can’t see us now,” Izzy grits out a few blocks later.
“Yeah, but I’m so comfortable,” Jack says.
“Cut it out.” Izzy rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t shrug Jack off. She just keeps walking. It’s a weird night.
When they get back, Ed is asleep on the couch. Izzy lays a blanket over her. “We can go in my room, I guess.”
Jack follows her and closes the door behind them. Izzy opens the window wide. “You better smoke out of this.”
“Aye, aye.” Jack winks at her and starts rolling a cigarette over the sill.
“Don’t do that at me,” Izzy says flatly. She sits on the bed and starts unlacing her boots. “One cigarette and then you go sleep in Eddie’s bed.”
And that’s what Jack does. She quietly puffs through one cigarette, stubs it out, and tosses the butt down into the street below. She flicks her shaggy hair out of her face and hovers a second by where Izzy is reading.
“Night,” Jack says. She slides out of Izzy’s room, and the door closes with a click.
“You know, Izzy, you’re a real fox. It’s a shame you-” Izzy twists her fist in Jack’s shirt before she can finish the sentence. Jack only grins wider, like she was hoping for Izzy to lay hands on her. Izzy shoves Jack back.
“You’re disgusting,” Izzy says.
“I know.” Jack slides deeper into the fold of the couch. Ed’s at work tonight, but told them to wait up for her. If she hadn’t asked, Izzy would’ve already kicked Jack out on her ass. “Do you always read instead of doing something interesting?”
“Do you always annoy people instead of minding your own business?” Izzy turns a page even though she hasn’t absorbed a single word since Jack plopped down on the couch near her.
“Can we at least rent a movie?”
“You can do whatever you want.”
Jack scrambles to sit up and she leans over into Izzy’s line of vision. “Please? I feel like I’m going crazy just sittin’ here.”
Izzy sets her book down with a sigh. “Fine.”
“Awesome.” Jack jumps up, leans over in front of Izzy to grab the boots she kicked off twenty minutes ago. Her ass juts into Izzy’s face, and Izzy fights the urge to shove Jack down and out of her space.
When they leave, Izzy scribbles out a note for Ed. They should be back well before Ed is off work, but with Jack Izzy can never be sure what’ll happen. Like the time Ed and Jack didn’t come home for two days because they were arrested for public intoxication.
Izzy walks with Jack towards the closest bus stop. Jack spends so much time at their place she knows the routes by heart. Or maybe she’s just that city savvy. When they get on the bus, Jack angles her body over Izzy to talk with her.
“So, what kind of genres do you like?”
“Um, horror. Gore,” Izzy says. That isn’t totally true. It’s fine, but her favorite is simple action films.
“Yeah? You don’t get scared? Hide your face in someone’s chest?” Izzy can smell the coffee on Jack’s breath. She struggles to look away, even though this weird flirting Jack always does feels more pointed than usual.
“I manage fine. This is our stop.” Izzy presses the button to signal the driver to pull over. On the way off the bus, a guy mutters something about Izzy smiling. She’s not in the mood to say anything, not today. She just grits her teeth and steps off onto the pavement.
“Watch your mouth, scumbag,” Jack spits onto the ground. The bus doors shutter close and it speeds off. “Asshole.” Jack shakes her head and her lip curls. “Come on, to the DVDs!” She holds out her hand and wiggles her fingers.
Izzy rolls her eyes and walks past Jack. She doesn’t want to unpack that moment—mostly because it reminds her of something Ed would do. “We’re not friends,” she says aloud.
“Why not? You’re friends with Eddie, so am I. Friendship through proximity or something like that, hmm?”
“Whatever.” Izzy pushes the door open and a blast of heating buffets her face. She immediately walks towards the action section to see what’s new.
Jack, of course, doesn’t mind her business. Jack follows her.
“Action, huh? Wouldn’t mind watching something with cars.” Jack checks out the back of a case and then puts it back. “Or you know. You pick.”
Izzy grabs the newest film. It looks mindless enough. She hands it to Jack. “You’re renting it.”
“Yes, ma’am. You don’t want anything from behind the curtain do you?” Jack licks her lips cartoonishly and laughs. It’s more of a chortle.
“Fuck off.” Izzy goes quiet and sullen through the rental and their walk back. She’s not sure she likes this time with just her and Jack; Jack’s attention is a lot to grapple with, makes her nervous.
The movie is fine. Jack throws a blanket over their laps and they watch mostly in silence. Jack still taps her fingers against her knee and oohs and aahs at the explosions. She’s a much better movie mate than Ed the cuddle bug. Ed will spend most of a film begging Izzy to pet her hair like a lonely cat.
Jack is more contained, at least today. She keeps to her side of the sofa and that’s that. It is weird not to have someone pressing against her side while she watches a movie. Better, really. Probably for the best, too. Ed doesn’t like action movies as much as she likes romantic comedies.
When the movie is over Jack stretches, and for a split second Izzy thinks her arm is going to go onto the back of the sofa like they’re on a cheesy date. Instead Jack stands up and shuffles off to the bathroom.
While she’s in there, Izzy gets a text.
Ed: picked up some1 I’ll c u tmrw
So much for waiting up. Izzy wishes she could say it’s surprising or unexpected. It’s not.
She stays sitting on the couch. She should really make dinner now. No need to make Ed’s portion anymore, to have a hot meal ready for her. Distantly the toilet flushes and Jack struts back into the room.
“What’s wrong?” Jack cocks her head like a hunting dog wary of trouble.
“Nothing. Ed texted. Says she’s not coming home tonight. So you can go.”
“Aww, too bad.” Jack shrugs. “You wanna order takeout? Chinese maybe?”
Normally Izzy would say no. But splitting the cost would be good. And they have a second movie. Izzy lifts one shoulder up. “Sure, whatever.”
The week after, Ed drags them to a pool bar. They’ve all hustled before, but tonight they’re playing for petty things like buying rounds and a cigarette or two. Sometimes Ed will bet kisses when she’s low on cash.
“Can I bet a kiss?” Jack pouts. “Spending all my doing on I-, on ciggies lately.” Izzy hears the start of her name, but she knows Jack is right not to bring it up so brazenly in front of Ed. She gets jealous easily. “Anyway,” Jack rushes on. “Doesn’t matter cause I’m gonna win.”
“Yeah, right.”
On Izzy’s turn she lines her cue up and the old flow settles in. She sinks one after another after another. Ed claps Izzy on the shoulder when she wins and says she’ll buy the next round.
As Ed walks away, Jack bends down. “Where do you want that kiss?” Her voice is too low, too intimate. It sends a shiver down Izzy’s spine.
Izzy turns her head slightly, to offer her cheek. Jack drops one, but it isn’t sloppy and silly like usual. She lingers it there, then drops another one into Izzy’s x tattoo.
“That one was a down payment,” Jack says.
“On what?”
Jack shrugs and fiddles with her tank. “Future headassery? I don’t know.”
And then they don’t see each other for three weeks. Ed says Jack’s gone down to visit Anne. Izzy isn’t sure how true that is, or even whether Ed believes what she’s saying. Either way, it’s certainly a peaceful three weeks.
Around a month since they went to play pool together, Izzy gets a call from Jack. She throws a glance at Ed, half asleep watching late night tv. She gets up to take the call in her room.
As soon she picks up Jack is rambling. “Hey, baby, how are you?”
“Wrong number,” Izzy says.
“Hmm? That’s you, Iz, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Right number, then. Anyway, I’ve got this band gig on Friday. I was wondering if you wanna come?”
“Ed’s working that night.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m asking you.”
“No?” Izzy is genuinely confused on why she’s being asked. She’s told Jack she thinks her band sounds like dogshit.
“What? Come onnnn. We’ve improved, I swear. Don’t spend the night home alone, see some people, get laid. I’ll text you the details.” And then, Jack hangs up on her.
“Fucking bitch,” Izzy mumbles. She throws her phone on the bed and goes back to watching tv with Ed.
“Who was that?” Ed asks.
“My mum. Just checking in.” Izzy stares at the tv. She’s not even sure why she lied, but she can feel Ed inspecting her.
“Okay.”
And they leave it there.
Friday, Izzy squeezes her way past people to get to the stage. Now that’s she actually here by herself she feels unfriendly stupid for giving in to Jack’s begging.
A side door opens up, letting in a rush of cold air. Izzy sees one of the band members, a guy with a bunch of piercings, hauling an amp inside. A moment later Jack walks in with her guitar.
“Izzy!” Jack perks up and waves her hand excitedly. Instead of helping the band, Jack cuts away from them and beelines straight to Izzy. “You made it,” Jack shouts over the din of the crowd.
“Whatever.” Izzy smiles and shrugs.
Jack looks at her for a second, not saying anything. “I didn’t think you’d show. But, uh, our band is good. Now. I mean I thought it was good before. But, now it’s better.”
“Jack,” Izzy says, like a warning. “I guess I’ll have to see for myself.”
“Awesome. I’ll fuckin’, uh, see you. Cause I have to go play.” Jack pivots and starts helping the guys plug in equipment and arrange it on stage.
Izzy gets herself a stool at the bar and a vodka cranberry to drink. She can’t imagine liking the thick, noisy sound of Jack’s band without alcohol.
Before they start playing Jack hauls the guys into a huddle and gives them some kind of pep talk. When the lead speaks into the mic half of the room pointedly ignores him.
Still, Izzy watches the way Jack’s fingers move over the strings, and the way she tosses her hair back and forth. The dim lighting of the bar occasionally casts a glint over Jack’s eyebrow piercing, and the rings on her fingers.
They play three songs that sound exactly the same. None of them, the drummer, Jack and the singer, blend. They all sound like they’re fighting for dominance.
When they’re done they get a polite set of cheers and clapping. Jack sets her guitar down on its stand and tells the guys something. Izzy moves her eyes to some spot in the corner. She doesn’t want Jack to catch her staring.
A moment later, a hand claps down on her shoulder, but she knows it’s Jack. “Can I finish this?” Jack grabs her drink and slams back what’s left. “Thanks. Man, it’s hot in here.” Jack runs a hand through her hair, sweat glistening on her forehead. “So, what’d ya think?”
Izzy shrugs and tries to keep her face bored. “It was fine.”
“From you? That’s a glowing review,” Jack says with pride in her voice. She leans against the bar, and Izzy wonders if anyone watching them would think Jack is trying to pick her up. “Where to now? My roomies are out of town this weekend.”
Izzy jerks back in confusion. Jack talks as if it’s obvious they’ll keep hanging out for the rest of the night. Like they’re close or something. Izzy doesn’t even have to voice that. Jack catches her confusion and wilts for a second. A moment later she chuckles.
“Right, yeah, of course. You’re headed back home to Eddie.” Jack curves away from Izzy, her entire body language folding in on itself. Izzy weirdly feels guilty.
“She won’t be home until midnight. You got food at your place?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can feed you.” Jack smiles and she turns back to the guys and waves a hand to get their attention. “I’m headed out,” she shouts. There’s no way they can hear her, but the drummer nods. He gives her a thumbs up and wiggles his eyebrows.
Whatever. Izzy knows it isn’t like that. Jack isn’t bad company one on one. It’s when she gets around other people that she gets out of control, rude, uncaring. As they leave the bar together and walk towards the bus stop, Jack starts talking at length about the brewery she’s started working at. Izzy lets the information go in one ear and out another, but the company isn’t half bad.
They’re at what was supposed to be a housewarming, but the apartment is crammed with people. Izzy can feel sweat in her ass crack, between her tits, and it’s driving her crazy. Ed’s in the middle of talking with someone she used to bartend with and Izzy doesn’t feel like interrupting. She scoots past people until she reaches a bedroom. People are talking in there too, but there’s an open window that leads to a fire escape.
Izzy crawls out there and breathes a sigh of relief. There’s someone else out here, but he only nods at her and goes back to smoking a cigarette. Lately, Ed has felt less like a roommate and more like a coworker. They don’t really talk. They complain to each other about their jobs, and they watch tv and they eat frozen pizzas. That’s kind of it. Even at this party Ed doesn’t seem to need Izzy at her side. It’s boring. These aren’t people Izzy knows very well, and she really doesn’t care to.
She watches the grey clouds drift over the waning moon. The guy near her finishes his cigarette and crawls back inside the apartment. Now she’s really alone. Izzy shivers and pulls her jacket tighter around herself. She reaches inside her pocket for a light and a cig, and pulls out a piece of paper instead. It’s a fake concert ticket Jack had made for her. “To prove you showed up,” Jack had said.
Izzy feels a welling up of fondness for Jack as she stares at the folded piece of paper. She puts the note back and takes out her phone.
Izzy: at the most boring party ever
Izzy: why do people need housewarmings
Jack: to get free shit for their new place duh
Jack: is it Sam’s thing?
Izzy: yeah
Jack: why wasn’t I invited :((((
Izzy: bc you dyed his dog pink as a prank and it died
Izzy: “duh”
Jack: lol fair
Jack: altho it was already a sick dog i swear
Jack: u need me to save u tho?
Izzy: u could come if you’re free
Izzy types out the street they’re on.
Izzy: I don’t remember the apt number but I’m on the fire escape
Izzy: You’ll see me
Jack: on my wayy
Izzy sits down on one of the steps and keeps smoking. She keeps telling herself she’ll quit, but she hasn’t even tried yet. Her voice already sounds raw like she’s destroyed it, but her mum always said that was just the way she was born.
It isn’t long until she sees someone turn the corner, and they’re running down the street. “Jesus fucking christ,” Izzy hisses. She waves down at Jack. “Jack! Stop running.”
Jack slows to a walk and goes for the fire escape. She climbs up the three flights until she gets to Izzy. “Hey,” she pants. “I’m here.”
“Why were you running?” Izzy asks incredulously.
“Cause you needed me.” Jack sits down heavily next to her and wiggles her shoulders. “What’s shakin’, babes?”
Izzy offers her cigarette to Jack. Jack takes it and makes a show of blowing the smoke away from Izzy’s face. She smells like weed and coffee, as usual. “It’s fucking boring here.”
“Tell me about it. Also, you probably shouldn’t let Sammy see me. Last time we talked he was pretty pissed at me.” Jack leans around Izzy to look in the window as if Sam will be waiting there to kick her ass.
“It’s fine. Too warm in there anyways. Was sweating my tits off.”
“Man, that’d be a crime. You’ve got killer tits. Have I told you that?”
“Once or twice,” Izzy rolls her eyes. Jack has made many, many, many comments about her chest. “What, your band groupies are all flat chested?”
“Nah,” Jack leans back onto her hands. “But none of ‘em measure up to you.” Jack makes a silly kissy face and Izzy sighs. “For real though, you ever need someone to hold those for you, I’m your gal.”
“Next thing you’ll be telling me that the best seat here is your face,” Izzy jokes. They both laugh, and Jack nods vigorously.
“Hey, I’m happy to make that a reality. Just say the word.” Jack gets weirdly serious for a second. “Unless, you and Ed are a thing? Haven’t been able to tell, honestly.”
“No, no we’re not. You know that.”
“No, I don’t.” Jack holds her hands up to placate her. “For real. It just doesn’t make sense.”
“What? Us together?” Izzy asks. She sadly stamps out her smoke. She knows she’s a weird match for Ed, but she doesn’t need Jack to fucking rub it in.
“Nah, nah, nah. How she could have you right there and ignore you. Personally, I don’t get it.”
“Sure, Jack.” Izzy tucks her hair behind her ear. “Anyway, how’s work?”
“Don’t change the subject, I’m serious. You’re grumpy but you’re fuckin’ stacked. And you can fight.” Jack grabs Izzy’s shoulder. “Quit saving yourself for her.” She’s nearly begging. Izzy knows her face is heating up.
“I’m not, fuckin’, saving myself,” she spits out.
“Oh yeah? Cause Eddie says you’re a virgin.”
Izzy goes from staring at her shoes to looking at Jack in horror. “She didn’t say that.” She probably did. Drunk and high Ed was terrible at keeping secrets. She would tell Izzy it isn’t a big deal that Jack knows. That it’s all fake bullshit anyways.
Izzy knows it doesn’t matter and she’s still embarrassed. “She did,” Jack says carefully, like she’s handling a wild animal. “There’s nothing wrong with it. But, if you want to get it over with…” Jack trails off. Izzy hates that she’s considering it. But Jack is willing and she knows what she’s doing.
“At your place, not mine.”
“Sure, Wait, what? Seriously?” Jack’s mouth drops open and she stares at Izzy’s mouth, then her eyes. “For real?”
“Were you offering or not? Let’s go.”
“Shit, okay.”
Jack lays her down so gently. It might be the softest touch Izzy’s ever felt. Jack kisses her cheekbone, right on the tattoo again. “I promise, whatever you want, baby.”
“I’m not your baby,” Izzy says. She’d expected clacking teeth and grabbing hands. Jack is being slow. Izzy might even say thoughtful if she didn’t know better. “Get on with it.”
Jack runs her hands under Izzy’s shirt. “There’s no rush, right? Just you and me.” Her broad hands feel incredible against Izzy’s bare skin. She wants to arch into the touch so badly, wants to grab Jack’s hand and rut into it like an animal.
She also wants to scream. There is a rush; she feels rushed. “Jack,” she says. It’s more of a plea.
“Okay, okay,” Jack laughs. “So needy.” She kisses Izzy on the lips, Izzy’s first kiss it feels like. Izzy widens her legs and brings her hands hesitantly to Jack’s arms. She’s stronger than Izzy expects.
When they break a line of spit connects their mouths. “You’re seriously like a wet dream,” Jack says. “Can I see your tits?”
“What are you, a thirteen year old boy?” Izzy laughs but she’s already reaching for the hem of her shirt.
Jack instantly bends down and motorboats her face into Izzy’s cleavage. “Christ,” Jack moans. “I’d see your bras, and I knew you were locked and loaded under those shirts. Fuuuuck.” Jack sucks a nipple into her mouth and paws at what she can’t suck and bite.
Izzy feels like every nerve in her chest is alight. Her panties are soaked. She feels lightheaded and like she wants to eat Jack out until she can’t breathe.
Jack tucks a finger under Izzy’s panties and slides them down her legs. “Yes,” Jack breathes. She doesn’t even get a finger on Izzy’s pussy. She immediately crawls between Izzy’s legs and wraps her arms around Izzy’s thighs. “I’m gonna eat you out until you’re begging.” Jack smirks wickedly and then she licks Izzy.
Izzy wants to sob. Not from the pleasure, though it is good. She feels exposed and raw. Jack rubs her thigh soothingly, but Izzy brings her forearm up to cover her face.
“Oh baby,” Jack says. “You’re so fucking hot.” She slurps at Izzy’s cunt like it’s the finest meal. She sucks on her clit and tongue fucks Izzy’s hole until Izzy feels warm all over, like she could float away.
But then, Jack sits up. She makes little spiderman hands. “Get ready, for the best fingerblasting in the west.”
“We’re not even in the west,” Izzy says grumpily. Jack starts to fuck her with her fingers, and Izzy’s so gone.
She squeaks. She moans and she squeals like a stuck pig as Jack holds onto her hip and curls her two fingers. It’s so much. She realizes she’s rabbiting her hips down onto Jack’s hand, eager in all the ways she hates to show.
Izzy shakes apart as Jack rubs circles against her clit and finger fucks her. She clamps down on Jack’s fingers and her stomach muscles shake and tense.
When she’s done, when Izzy’s body stops tensing, her ears start ringing. She must’ve stopped breathing as she came. Izzy blinks as Jack sounds like she’s underwater.
“Don’t black out on me,” Jack is saying. “You okay, Iz?”
“Fine,” Izzy says thickly. She swallows around a dry tongue. “Come sit on my face.”
“Fuck yes.” Jack waddles and scoots until her cunt is hanging enticingly over Izzy’s mouth. “Tap out if it’s too much.”
Jack smells. She’s sweaty, and she needs a more precise shave. There are prickly bits of hair Izzy can feel against her chin. Still, the weight and the warmth is making Izzy feel tethered again. She inhales deeply, finding the scent oddly hot. She laps at Jack’s cunt hesitantly.
Jack grabs hold of Izzy’s head and starts to grind down on her tongue. “Fuck yeah, Iz. Holy shit.”
Izzy loses herself to the act. It feels good to make Jack feel good. She can hear groaning and praising her. Jack’s fingers wind into her hair, and Jack keeps slowly rocking into Izzy’s mouth.
When Jack comes it’s nothing special. She pinches her own clit and rubs at it as she uses Izzy as her toy. Her hole clenches around Izzy’s tongue, and a bit of extra liquid flows into Izzy’s mouth, but not much.
Jack crawls off of Izzy and sits next to her. “Here.” Jack leans over to her nightstand. She gets a rag out of the drawer. Jack wipes Izzy’s face off and tosses the rag towards the hamper. “I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.”
Izzy carefully gets under the duvet and lies on her side. Jack cuddles up behind her and spoons her. “I can’t believe it,” Jack whispers. “Izzy Hands, in bed with me!”
“What’s that mean?”
“I don’t know.” Jack spreads her left hand over Izzy’s stomach. “Just thought you were pretty fine. And smart and mean. Really wanted you to step on me.”
“And fuck you?”
“Same difference.” Jack nuzzles against Izzy, and Izzy realizes the sheets actually smell clean. Like lavender. “But you, uhh, liked sex or?”
“Sure.” She tries to sound anything but defensive. She did like it. With Jack.
“Oh. Cool. Cool cool cool. I like, wasn’t sure.” Jack bites her lip and her cheeks are red.
“Stop being weird, Jack.” Izzy wants to hide her face.
“Nah, shit. Don’t get your feelings hurt.” Jack kisses the top of her head. “It was just kinda a fantasy of mine that you’d pick me before her. That sounds dumb. I wanted to be your first,” Jack’s voice cracks. If Izzy didn’t feel so dumbfounded she would laugh. ‘So, I’m glad it was good.”
Izzy stays quiet. Long enough that Jack eventually goes to move away so they can sleep. “Good night,” Izzy says. She hopes Jack understands that she’s happy. That she doesn’t regret it. Maybe she has to do more than usual.
Izzy rolls over and reaches out to brush Jack’s hair out of her face. “It was fine, yeah?” Izzy rolls on top of Jack and kisses her. “Don’t make a big deal or anything, but I’m glad it was you. Instead of Ed.”
Izzy averts her eyes and rolls back to her side of the bed. Jack flips onto her stomach but she reaches out to make sure her calf is touching a bit of Izzy’s leg. And they both fall asleep.