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“Carson Shaw! What are we doing tonight? It’s St. Paddy’s day and I wanna get drunk.” Greta walked into her roommates room in a black sports bra and green shorts.
Carson smirked and looked at her best friend, shrugging her shoulders. She was annoyed that Greta had remembered to wear green today. She wanted an excuse to touch her. “I don’t know. I have to work tonight, but you’re more than welcome to come and keep me entertained.”
Greta rolled her eyes and went to sit on Carson’s bed, pulling her legs under herself. “I don’t want to go sit in your stupid restaurant.” She bit her lip. “Sorry, but fancy restaurants are so boring. I want to go out.” She pouted, reaching out for Carson and pulling her close. “Call out and go bar hopping with me tonight.”
“Greta…” Carson sighed, looking down into beautiful brown eyes. She closed her eyes and laced their fingers, shaking their connected hands while she thought. “Fine. But you buy all my drinks. I’m losing out on tips tonight.”
“Yes!” Greta squealed and stood up, pressing a kiss to Carson’s cheek. “All drinks on me.” She nodded, looking Carson over. “Wear something hot so maybe I won’t have to pay for that many.” She giggled and ran out of the room, heading back to her own to get dressed.
Carson smiled and got dressed, pulling on a pair of jean shorts and a green tank top. Fuck it being March in Rcokford. She wanted to look hot… For multiple reasons.
Greta and Carson had lived together since junior year of college. And Carson had been in love with Greta since the second day of freshman year. They were best friends, catcher and first on the softball team, respectively, and basically inseparable since they’d met. Carson was happily out to her closest friends, but she didn’t see the point in coming out to the world. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought, as long as the people she loved still loved her.
Greta, on the other hand, was totally and completely confident and comfortable in her sexuality. She could have any girl she wanted, and she usually did. Not that Carson was ever jealous…
Carson shook her head and headed for Greta’s room, knocking softly before pushing the door open. She blushed when she saw Greta in just a strapless bra and underwear, trying to decide what to wear.
“Perfect timing. Green mini dress or jeans and a tubetop?” She turned to look at Carson, smirking slightly at her outfit. “If I do jeans, we can basically match.” She grinned and pulled her shirt over her head, glancing back at Carson. “Aren’t you going to freeze? It’s like 30 degrees.”
“Should I also wear jeans?” She looked down at herself, suddenly nervous.
Greta shook her head. “I mean, yeah. And I can wear a dress and fishnets maybe? Docs?” She looked through her closet and nodded. “Yes!” Greta smiled and pulled her shirt back off, finding the pieces of her outfit and pulling it on, watching Carson go to change.
She knew her roommate was quiet with her personal life and her sexuality, but she also knew Carson was a lesbian. Greta spent the first two years of their friendship basically throwing herself at her best friend, and Carson never reciprocated. She clearly wasn’t into her.
Greta touched up her makeup and made her way into the living room, pulling her shoes on and trying to pick a jacket.
“Leather would look good with that.” Carson came out and smiled, slipping her vans on and smoothing out her flannel.
Greta nodded and pulled Carson’s leather jacket on, smirking slightly. “Okay. Bar crawl, or do we wanna just park somewhere?” She found her phone and her wallet, glancing over at Carson and smiling when she took them and slid them into her pocket.
Carson shrugged and grabbed her own phone and wallet, making sure they had everything. Being 23 and having gone to college in Rockford, they definitely knew all of the best bars, and the best gay bars.
“Peaches is always a safe option.” Carson nodded, heading for the front door, Greta right behind her.
“Sounds good.”
They arrived at the bar about 20 minutes later, their Uber driver being some creepy middle aged man who kept hitting on Greta. Carson grumbled as they got out, giving their driver a 2 star rating, just because he actually took them to the right place and let them get out.
Carson protectively wrapped an arm around Greta as they entered the bar, smiling at the bartender and making her way over.
“Max! I didn’t know you were working today!” Carson grinned, grabbing the drink that was placed in front of her without even asking.
Max rolled their eyes and nodded. “I got conned into it by Maybelle. She’s out with Jo or something, and Esther is out of town. Figured I could use the cash.”
Carson frowned but nodded. “We’ll, if you get off early, you’re more than welcome to join us. Until it’s just me…” Carson laughed sadly, looking over to see Greta already getting a drink from someone.
“Or, you could tell her how you feel and go home and fuck.” Max smirked, making other patrons drinks while talking.
“She’s…”
Max groaned. “I’m not doing this. Get your girl and drink and get out of my face until your glass is empty.”
Carson sighed and grabbed the two drinks, walking over to Greta and offering her one, smiling slightly when she gave back the drink already in her hand to accept Carson’s.
“Will you please dance with me tonight? I feel like you owe me that much.” Greta pouted, wrapping an arm around Carson’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Um, don’t you owe me? I’m here with you instead of making money.” Carson laughed, wrapping her own arm around Greta’s waist.
Greta just giggled and downed her drink, setting the glass on an empty table and tugging Carson’s hand. “Pleaseeeeee.” She fake pouted.
Carson bounced her knee in thought before finishing her own drink and letting Greta pull her to the middle of the bar. She giggled slightly when Greta cuddled into her, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her cheek, gently nuzzling her nose into Carson’s soft skin.
When the song changed to one a little faster, Greta screamed and grabbed Carson’s hand, spinning her around.
“I’m gonna… Get another drink…” Carson nodded, trying to pull away from her roommate.
“Nooo. We don’t need more yet.” She pouted, keeping Carson close.
“Maybe you don’t, you have people lining up to buy you drinks.” Carson laughed, fiddling with Greta’s fingers.
Greta sighed and dropped Carson’s hand, finding her eyes. “Right. I’ll… Be here… Waiting for you.”
Carson nodded and went back to the bar, ordering another drink, running her hands through her hair. “I’m so stupid.”
Max nodded, finding Carson’s eyes. “I mean, yeah. But why do you think so?”
Carson shot them a look before taking a drink, shrugging. “I think G just wants to hang out and I’m being stupid and awkward, like always.”
“I mean, yeah, probably. Maybe you should finally get out of your own fucking way and just… Kiss her?”
“She doesn’t want me.”
“Oh, fuck me, Shaw. Yes she does.”
Carson bit her lip when Max nodded over her shoulder, smiling when Greta came up and wrapped her arms around her from behind, laying her chin on her shoulder. “Hi…”
Greta smiled. “Hi.”
“I have work to do. Here’s some shots.” Max set two shot glasses in front of them before moving on to the rest of the bar, leaving the two alone.
“Bottoms up.” Carson smiled and handed Greta a glass, taking her own shot and keeping her eyes forward.
“I wanna do something stupid.” Greta mumbled and set her glass down, keeping Carson close.
Carson chewed her cheek, the alcohol and Max’s words swirling in her head. “I-I mean… I’m stupid. You could do me…” She turned slightly, Greta’s eyes growing darker by the second.
“Yeah?”
With a slow nod, Carson turned in Greta’s arms, blushing slightly at the gaze she was under. “I-I mean… I wouldn’t… Um…”
Greta leaned down without a second thought, connecting their lips in a slow, gentle kiss, holding Carson’s waist tighter. She pulled away slightly, searching Carson’s face for any reason to not do it again. “Don’t call yourself stupid. You’re so perfect, Carson…” She gently cupped Carson’s cheek, leaning down and ghosting her lips over Carson’s, letting her make the next move.
Carson bit her lip, leaning into Greta’s touch before leaning up and pressing their lips together again, her whole body relaxing into her best friend. She smiled when Greta slid her tongue into her mouth, meeting it with her own and pulling Greta even closer.
“Okay, you two. Either cut it out, or get out. I have money to make.” Max smirked and looked between the two when they pulled apart.
Carson blushed and reached to pull out her wallet, pulling a card out.
“No, I said I’d pay.” Greta frowned, reaching into Carson’s back pocket for her own wallet. She kept her hand there for an extra second, smirking at the shiver running through the woman in her arms.
“No, you two finally got your heads out of your asses. Drinks on the house. Get out.” Max glared at them, tilting their head to challenge one of them to argue.
Greta smiled and pulled Carson outside, holding her close and glancing around. “Um, are you sure this is what you want? I’m… I mean, I definitely want you. God do I want you.” She giggled and nuzzled her nose into Carson’s neck.
Carson turned and looked at the perfection that was Greta Gill. Her best friend, the person who could have anyone and anything she wanted. “I’ve wanted you since I met you…”
“Carson…” Greta whispered and pressed their lips together again, her smile matching Carson’s. She giggled softly and pulled away. “I was literally throwing myself at you for years…”
Carson sighed and shook her head. “I told you I was stupid… I didn’t even know…”
“Okay, maybe a little stupid on that.” She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind Carson’s ear. “Do you wanna go home?”
“Yeah. Just to make sure, we’re going home to have sex, right?” Carson pulled away, the alcohol making her brain a little fuzzy.
Greta laughed and nodded, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards their apartment, ordering a car to get them home faster. “Yes, Carson. I’ve wanted to fuck you since day one.”
“Ok, good.” She nodded and kept her arms around Greta, shivering slightly. She glanced up, an idea popping into her head. “Cancel the car. Come on.” She grabbed Greta’s hand and pulled her towards the entrance to a hotel, going up to the front desk. “Hi, do you have any rooms for tonight? We’re too drunk to drive home.” Carson smiled.
Greta followed Carson in, watching her and smirking slightly. She blushed when Carson grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the elevator, pressing her back against the wall as the doors closed. “Carson…” Greta gasped, smiling into the kiss pressed to her mouth.
Once they made it to their room, Carson closed the door and locked it, looking over as Greta took her jacket off, showing off her shoulders. She could finally look at the love of her life the way she’d always wanted to. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen…” She murmured, walking towards Greta and pushing her back on the bed gently.
“You’re pretty gorgeous yourself, Shaw.”
“Oh, it’s Shaw still?” Carson smiled and pulled her shirt over her head, slipping herself between Greta’s legs.
“Mmm…” Greta grinned, moving her hands to the buttons of Carson’s jeans. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this…”
Carson smirked as Greta pushed her jeans down, biting her lip slightly and tilting her head. “Probably not as long as me…” She laughed, pushing Greta away and stepping out of her jeans before slipping her hands under Greta’s dress and pulling her fishnets down.
“Maybe about as long?” She smiled, watching Carson between her legs, shivering at the contact of her fingers against her own skin.
Carson nodded and leaned up, pressing a kiss to Greta’s lips. “Fine. We’ve wanted each other for the same amount of time. Can I eat you out now?”
“I didn’t wear underwear in hopes of someone doing it. Perks that it’s you…” Greta smirked and laid back, pulling her dress up slightly.
Carson grinned and dropped to her knees, her eyes finding Greta’s before drifting down to her cunt, groaning softly at how wet she already was. “Jesus christ, Greta… Is this all for me?”
Greta sat up on her elbows and smirked, nodding her head. “Baby, it always is. You drive me insane…” The alcohol was definitely taking over, but she didn’t care. Carson was finally in bed with her, and she didn’t want anything else.
Carson nodded, leaning forward, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of Greta’s thighs. She moved her mouth closer to where Greta needed her, smiling when Greta moved closer, opening her legs more.
“Carse… Fuck, please…” Greta whined, rolling her hips against nothing.
“I can’t let a pretty girl wait, can I?” Carson smirked and slid her tongue through Greta’s folds, her nails digging into Greta’s thighs as they started to close around her head.
Greta moaned, arching her back. “Holy shit…”
Carson pulled away slightly, blowing a gentle stream of air against her before letting her eyes wander up to Greta’s face. She smirked when Greta’s eyes were screwed closed. “What do you want, baby?”
“E-Everything… All of it. All of you…”
“You can have anything you want…” Carson nodded and moved her mouth back to Greta’s cunt, her tongue and teeth working against the warm flesh. She moaned softly into her, pulling her closer to her mouth, moving her fingers to gently press against her clit, rubbing slowly.
The sounds coming from Greta made Carson feel like she was going feral. She went harder, moaning into the heat against her tongue, nipping harder at whatever her teeth could find.
“Carson!” Greta whined, gripping brown hair and holding her closer, her dress riding up her body. “Fuck, babe… Holy…”
Carson smirked and kept her ministrations, wanting nothing more than to make her girl come.
Greta’s body started to shake, her legs tightening around Carson’s head as she felt her release getting closer and closer. “Baby… Carson, please… I need…”
“Come…” Carson mumbled against Greta’s cunt, moving her mouth and fingers even faster, moaning the moment she felt Greta snap, her mouth accepting everything and anything Greta gave her.
Once she was all cleaned up, Greta laid her arm over her eyes, sighing contently and grinning when she felt Carson crawl up her body, pressing kisses to anything she could before she found her mouth, pressing a dirty kiss to her lips.
“Carson… Holy shit, I love you.” Greta smiled, kissing her back and moving to flip them over, working her dress off and tracing her own hands down Carson’s body.
“I love you… So fucking much…” Carson smiled and leaned up, capturing Greta’s lips with her own, their bodies molding together perfectly.
They spent the rest of the night curled up in each other, finally giving the last bit of themselves to the other.