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The timer beeped just in the nick of time, Gideon Nav quite literally saved by the bell before her shoulders gave out from the strain of static overhead pressing 120lbs for a full minute. She threw down the dumbbells, grunting in triumph as they CLANGED deafeningly on the rubberized mat sitting beneath the bench. She let out a heavy sigh of relief at finishing her last set, doubling over in her seat to catch her breath. Little white spots were creeping in from her peripheral and her ears were ringing, but she still had the mental wherewithal necessary to discern the two unmistakable buzzes of a new Snapchat notification popping up on her phone. Gideon dealt with the skull-splitting exertional migraine settling on her brain by simply ignoring it; it can’t hurt her if she doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she checked her messages, pleasantly surprised to find it was from Camilla Hect of all people, her on-again-off-again lifting buddy and closest friend on campus since freshman orientation.
Camilla is typing…
C: Hey, are you busy right now?
Instead of spending the not even five seconds it would take to type, “No, why, what’s up?”, Gideon wasted a whole two minutes setting up her phone in the corner to take a picture where the angle was juuuust right for the lighting to catch the contours of her muscles, emphasizing her ripped physique, because she could never pass up a given opportunity to show off when it was available to her. She hit a standard double-front bicep, putting her arms and lats on full display in her turtlenecked compression tank, pumped up from the effort she’d put into them. She pushed herself to the limit tonight, breaking her PRs for several exercises. The soreness set in quickly, leaving her totally exhausted. In the end though, it was all worth it, considering this was the sort of response it elicited from one of the hottest women she knew:
Cam saved your Snap to chat
Cam reacted ♥ to your message
Cam saved an image to camera roll
C: That doesn’t answer my question, but I appreciate it nonetheless
> Was wondering if you wanted to come over?
Gideon wanted nothing more in the world than to drop everything, to race across campus, and link up with Cam for whatever it was she had in store for the two of them; however, she didn’t want to look overeager. She felt she had to play it cool, nonchalant.
G: I’ve got an 8am lab tmrw, can’t stay up too late
This wasn’t untrue, she did have a morning lab for microbio, and she had already used up her two excused absences for the semester. If she missed class again it would mean tanking a significant hit to her grade, to the tune of a full letter and then some, bringing her from a respectable B+ down to a C. What’s a girl to do? Answer the call of booty or get her full eight hours of shut eye? Hmmm, decisions, decisions…
The correct option should be obvious to anyone with at least two brain cells to rub together.
Gideon didn’t need further convincing to come over, but Cam gave it to her anyways, in the form of her own Snap. It was a selfie, taken from an ascending angle, the camera held at about crotch level if Gideon had to guess, accompanied by the caption “Better get a move on, then”. Cam had the hem of her shirt clutched playfully between her teeth, showing off her cheese grater abs and neatly maintained treasure trail. There was a smoldering twinkle in her deep brown eyes, the same shade as freshly brewed coffee. That had Gideon’s heart racing, but what really caught her attention was the distinct lack of any form of bra on underneath. She nearly dropped her phone after being flashbanged with a faceful of Camilla Hect underboob, which earned her no shortage of weird looks from the other late-night gymgoers puttering about the student rec center. In a floundering attempt at being sneaky, Gideon held her phone mere centimeters away from her face to type out her reply, which, if anything, just made her look all the more conspicuous.
G: be there in two shakes
Moving with renewed purpose, Gideon re-racked her weights before Babs had the chance to bitch her out for leaving them on the floor, and made a break for the locker room. She threw on her puffy coat, beanie and choked down her protein shake that consisted of nothing but two scoops of mint-chocolate whey powder and water, mm-mm good. She waltzed straight out the front door, avoiding being accosted by the two cardio bunnies who had been unsubtly making “fuck me” eyes in her general direction the entire duration of her workout, which she may or may not have kinda, sorta actively encouraged by striking a new pose whenever she thought she caught them ‘miring from afar. They were cute, but they weren’t necessarily Gideon’s type, and besides, she was on a mission.
Stepping out into the snow, she paused for a moment to appreciate the bracing chill. She inhaled deeply, taking in the frigid nighttime air and held it for a few seconds, letting the frost rime her lungs. The cold was mildly uncomfortable, but that discomfort reminded her she was alive here and now, and she wouldn’t want it any other way. She retrieved her bike from the rack, a souped-up dual suspension with a sick ass electric pedal assist, courtesy of her dear old dad. John may have been an absentee asshole for the first 18 years of Gideon’s life, but he was an affluent absentee asshole, and Gideon wasn’t so scrupulous as to not take advantage of his guilt for personal gain. The expensive gifts and ski trips were nice and all, but they didn’t even begin to make up for the utter shitshow that was her childhood before Mo- Pyrrha found her again.
Ignoring that little Freudian slip, Gideon hopped on her ten speed and took off. The wind whipped past her ears, stinging her cheeks, and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t care, not one bit. She pedaled like a madwoman, jumping off curbs, weaving in and out of traffic, generally being a menace to anyone who made the mistake of crossing her path. A few near misses and almost wrapping herself around a lamppost after skidding on black ice later, Gideon was stood outside Cam’s apartment complex, texting her that she had arrived and to let her in before frostbite claimed one of her very valuable digits that she needed for… stuff. The gate buzzed open and Gideon went in, eagerly bounding up six flights of stairs, three steps at a time until soon enough she was waiting at Cam’s door. She leaned in to knock on it, then jumped back an inch or so when it flew open.
There was Cam, in all her splendor, wearing her iconic lazing at home outfit, yoga shorts and an old, oversized Kuromi t-shirt, the decal fading away from years of use. Gideon felt uniquely privileged being one of the few people allowed to see her in her natural element like this, with her hair tied back in a loose bun, revealing her shaven undercut, and her half rim reading glasses that made her look like a criminally sexy librarian dangling off her nose; she was truly a sight to behold, is the point Gideon’s meandering towards.
Gideon held her arms out at her sides, flaring her hands out like she’d just finished a magic trick and was awaiting audience applause, encouraging them to start clapping with a little self-deprecating tada.
“Well?” Gideon prompted.
“Well, what?” Cam asked, tapping her foot impatiently.
“I’m here.”
Cam just folded her arms in front of her chest, pressing the worn fabric to her skin, rendering her pierced nipples visible to Gideon through the shirt; whether she did so intentionally or otherwise, Gideon hadn’t the faintest clue, but she was thankful for it all the same. Cam’s mouth was drawn into a thin line, her expression best characterized as stony, and for a second Gideon was worried she’d offended her somehow, because even after knowing her for the better part of three years Gideon is still not accustomed to the fact that sometimes her face just does that, and it isn’t really anybody’s fault. But sometimes Gideon’s big dumb brain gets the better of her and she can’t tell what people are thinking half the time, so when they seem agitated or upset then obviously it’s because of something she did. Cam was well aware of this little tendency of hers to fret pointlessly, so she put her mind at ease.
“You said two shakes, that was more like three,” Cam joked, impassive as ever.
Gideon snorted. “Please, that was two and a half, at most.” Cam smiled softly at that, and Gideon melted a little bit inside. “Can I come in already? It’s fuckin’ freezing out here.” Cam wordlessly stepped aside, granting Gideon entrance into her humble abode and Gideon was grateful to be out of the cold. She hung up her jacket and traded her hard sole lifting sneakers for the thrifted pair of Crocs she used as house shoes here. Cam sashayed over to the fridge, the appliance decorated all over the front of it with drawings gifted to her from the kids she worked with down at the clinic. Cam’s clear favorite among them was Nona, as her drawing of a six-legged dog(?), signed in purple ink and big scrawly letters, took up the prime real estate that was the freezer door. Cam opened it up, bending over to take a gander at its contents, sticking out her ass in the process. Gideon’s jaw hit the floor, gawking shamelessly, admiring how the shorts hugged and shaped the curve of her immaculate, well-toned glutes; forget quarters, you could bounce whole silver dollars off this butt.
“You want something to drink?” Cam offered, deliberately wiggling her hips side to side, making a show out of it for her guest.
Gideon, mouth suddenly dry after drooling all over herself, managed to choke out, “La Croix would be nice?”
“Would it be nice? You don’t sound so sure,” Cam teased, smirking over her shoulder at a clearly flustered Gideon, who quickly looked away, blushing furiously. “I’m afraid all I have is Bubly, is that alright with you?”
“I’d rather drink out of a drainage ditch, but sure,” Gideon said sarcastically. Cam passed the can to her in an underhand toss, and Gideon caught it out of the air in both hands, opening it up to a satisfying krak-fizz, before taking a sip of the effervescent beverage. It was crisp and refreshing, tasting faintly of grapefruit. Sparkling water had never been Gideon’s all-time favorite, but it was beginning to grow on her.
“So, how was your day?” she asked, not content to let the conversation lull, leaving her with the company of her own thoughts. She tore her eyes away from Cam’s backside for a second, searching for a flat surface to set her drink down on, finding it on the tiled kitchen countertop that looks quite nice but is probably a nightmare to clean with all that grout. She looked away for only a second but that was all it took for Cam to descend on her, pressing the small of Gideon’s back to the counter, bracketing her on both sides with those ropy arms of hers. “Oh, hey, what’s happening?”
“Are you asking because you’re genuinely curious about my day or you’re just trying to make small talk?” Cam asked seriously. The cords of muscle braided around her forearm flexed and tensed as she tightened her grip on the counter. Her eyes were wide and wild with naked desire and knowing that she was the subject of that desire did terrible, wonderful things to Gideon.
Gideon swallowed the lump in her throat, saying, “Can’t I do both?”
Cam’s eyes sharpened, briefly studying Gideon’s face. Gideon hoped that she liked what she saw; she must have because a minute sigh escaped through her nose and she let go of some of the tension carried in her rhomboids.
“I suppose if you must know, work was a disaster today, Ruby punched Honesty during share circle, and I’d be remiss in saying that he didn’t kind of have it coming, but obviously I couldn’t let that slide so I had to turn it into a teachable moment about how violence solves nothing.”
“Totally bogus,” Gideon interjected, an outspoken proponent of the efficacy of violence as a means of conflict resolution, best demonstrated by the time she’d punched that drunken fratboy’s lights out because she wasn’t going to stand idly by while some one-inch wonder got belligerent at Harrow after she turned him down in typical Harrow fashion. The worst part of that whole ordeal wasn’t being made persona non grata at all future Tridentarii parties, or almost getting tazed by campus police; no, the worst part was she didn’t even get so much as a paltry “thank you” from Harrow after the fact for defending her honor.
“Right? And if that wasn’t bad enough, Hot Sauce-” There is no goddamn way that’s their real name Gideon thought to herself. “-still refuses to speak during our one-on-one sessions and I’m at my wits end. Dr. Zes keeps saying that these things take time, that you have to let them open up on their own terms, and I respect that, but it’s been three months already and it’s like-”
Gideon finished the thought for her, “Can we maybe hurry things along just a bit?”
“Yes, exactly.” She softly headbutted Gideon’s chest in frustration and Gideon wrapped her up in her arms, squeezing comfortingly.
“I’m sorry, that really sucks,” Gideon said sympathetically, rubbing soothing circles into Cam’s strong back, wishing there was more she could do for her. “I’m guessing you want me to help take your mind off it?”
“Yes,” Cam confirmed, her voice partially muffled by Gideon’s tits. “I thought my last message made that abundantly clear.”
“Jus’ making sure!” Gideon said defensively. “For all I know you could’ve just wanted to watch a movie or something!”
“How do you manage to misconstrue me showing you my breasts as movie night?” Cam asked somewhat incredulously, bewildered by the inner machinations of Gideon’s mind.
“I’unno, you tell me, pervert.”
“Remind me why I put up with you again?”
“Does it have something to do with my rugged good looks and rogueish charm?” Gideon guessed.
Cam shook her head in disapproval, smiled, and stopped beating around the bush. “You’re ridiculous, just kiss me already.”
Gideon obliged her.
It was soft, slow, and sweet, but also so, so hot. Gideon could taste her eucalyptus mint chapstick as Cam caught her bottom lip between her own. Searing need bloomed at the bottom of her guts, crying out to be quenched, it didn’t matter how, it just needed to be Cam who did it. Gideon couldn’t help the small whine, then moan that came from her when Cam pulled away from her to huskily demand, “Give me your tongue,” and Gideon did so instantly. Cam sucked on her tongue, stealing Gideon’s breath away as she pressed their bodies closer together. Gideon went lightheaded feeling Cam’s pebbled nipples sliding against her own.
She skated one hand down Cam’s back to cup her ass, taking it as a sign to keep going when she didn’t break her wrist like a twig the instant her palm made contact with the swell of her rump, the way she did when Ianthe tried it the one time, thereby earning herself a ban from any and all of Corona’s ragers in perpetuity. Experimenting, her other hand made it’s way down as well, firmly grasping Cam’s rear and hoisting her into the air. Cam did not squeak in alarm like Harrow had been known to when lifted suddenly, instead reflexively wrapping her strong legs securely around Gideon’s waist, holding on tightly with one hand threaded in her copper locks and the other gripping tightly to her collar.
Cam broke the kiss once again to boss Gideon around some more, “Bed, now,” but Gideon didn’t mind being told what to do, if anything she welcomed it, made things simple for her. Plus it saved a significant amount of brainpower on her part, brainpower that could be better devoted to making Cam cum so many times she forgets what happened this year, let alone what happened today.
Padding across the laminate floor in her colorful rubber clogs, not an easy thing to do while Cam was tugging down her collar to suck a hickey dead center of her neck, causing her knees to give a little, Gideon made her way through the apartment to Cam’s room. She bumped the door open with a pop of her hip and lost her footing as Cam hooked one of her calves round the back of her knees, tripping her up, wrestling her to the mattress in a controlled crash landing and before she knows it Cam is on her, like, on her on her. Everything is happening so fast that Gideon’s head is left spinning a bit. Cam is making it hard for her to breathe as she strings a line of wet hot open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat. It’s like she’s trying to eat Gideon alive, and god, if that wasn’t bad enough, the thought of Cam using her mouth elsewhere shoots a firebolt of desperate need straight to her cunt. Instead of conveying that need verbally, Gideon bucks her hips to get her point across and despite being able to glute drive 600lbs for reps, Cam doesn’t budge even a millimeter, securely straddling Gideon’s left thigh like light work.
“Tell me what you need, babe,” Cam ordered, voice sotto, right in Gideon’s ear. Gideon attempted to articulate her needs only for her mind to go blank as Cam traced her tongue along the shell of her ear, any coherent or cogent thought flying straight out the window. Cam’s right knee was just an inch away from the apex of her thighs, so tantalizingly close, yet so far away. Her cunt throbbed, crying out for relief, if Gideon could just…
She wiggled, canting her hips, reaching for any stimulation she could get only for Cam to withdraw her knee immediately, earning herself a piteous whine from Gideon.
“That’s not using your words,” Cam said flatly, looking down on Gideon and the absolute state of her. Gideon pouted up at her silently, sticking out her bottom lip for effect; Cam didn’t even so much as bat an eyelash at her bratty behavior, instead correcting it with some gentle positive reinforcement. “Where’s this attitude coming from, Nav? I thought you were my good boy?”
The effect this has on Gideon is immediate and immense. She will not stand for having her good boy status thrown into question. She’s a great boy, hell, the best even, and she was determined to prove as much, here, watch this:
“Mouth!” Gideon blurted, finding her words loud enough Palamedes would have heard it were he not out of the house pulling an all-nighter at the library with Harrow. Cam arched an eyebrow at her in bemusement. Gideon felt it unnecessary to explain herself, Cam was capable of putting two and two together, but she did so anyways because she didn’t want to leave any room for ambiguity. “I want your mouth; I want you to go down on me.”
“Yeah? You want me to suck your dick?” Cam teased, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth and Gideon dies, she’s dying, she’s dead, she is deceased. Cam’s conscious choice to refer to Gideon’s junk as her dick does cool, neat things to the gender part of her brain, leaving her head feeling fuzzy, awash in a flood of dopamine. It’s not fair that Cam is so achingly, heartrendingly handsome because Gideon can’t even begin to fathom what she sees in someone like her. She’s glad that she sees whatever it is regardless, because it means she gets to be Cam’s, even if just for tonight. She gets to have her too, have her trailing burning hot kisses down her body, have confident hands wrap round her waist, fingers teasing at the elastic of her gym pants, wordlessly asking for permission before going any further.
“Yop, yeah, yes, please,” she babbled in confirmation, lifting her butt off the bed to give Cam a hand in tugging her sweats up and over her hips, down her tree trunk thighs, letting her legs fall on either side of her. Instead of tossing them carelessly over her shoulder, Cam takes the time to delicately fold Gideon’s joggers before setting them on the nearby dresser; it’s a simple gesture, but it sets Gideon’s heart aflutter all the same. Cam scooched back, sitting on her haunches between Gideon’s knees and just… stared, breath abated.
“What’s wrong?” asked Gideon, fidgeting anxiously. “Shit, I’m not spotting, am I?” She went to sit up on her elbows to check herself, but Cam quickly allayed any concern she had, laying her back down with a firm hand on her clavicle. In any other circumstance, with any other person, Gideon would not have tolerated being forcibly restrained in any capacity, but with Cam, being held down was oddly comforting, like getting tucked under a gorgeous weighted blanket.
“No, nothing like that, it’s just-”
“Just what?” Gideon pressed.
Meeting Gideon's eyes, Cam said matter-of-factly, “You’re drenched, dude.” Gideon goddamn squeaked as Cam hooked her fingers under the waistband, swiftly pulling off the ruined boxers in one smooth motion. She balled them up and with a flick of her wrist shot a sick three-pointer into the wicker hamper, nothing but net baby. “You really needed this, huh?”
Gideon bristled at the insinuation that SHE was the needy one, because it was 100% factually true, Cam could read her like a book. “Y’know, I seem to recall you were the one who messaged meEEE-!” she shrieked, clapping her hand over her mouth to salvage the last shred of her dignity as Cam adjusted her attitude, issuing a bite to her femoral pulse. Cam soothed the stinging with little kitten licks, lavishing the tip of her tongue over the indentations she left behind in Gideon’s quads. She pulled away appraise her handiwork for a second then turned her attention back to a very flustered, very aroused Gideon.
“You were saying?” she asked, leveling another eyebrow at her.
“Forget it,” Gideon huffed, acting like she wasn’t literally leaking on the duvet as we speak. “Just get on with it.” Her breath hitched as Cam apologetically pressed a kiss to her mons before lying prone between her spread legs.
“No more teasing, I swear,” she promised, before ducking her head and licking a long, indulgent stripe from taint to top. Gideon lowed a moan feeling Cam’s tongue drag against her cunt, gathering up wetness as she went, groaning at the taste of Gideon’s arousal. She didn’t eat, she savored, inhaling deeply, the scent of sweat and musk sticking to the inside of her sinuses, driving her up the fucking wall; she couldn’t get enough of it. Smacking her lips before going back to the source for more, her lips worked tirelessly, sliding easily over and through Gideon’s folds, practically French kissing her sopping cunt.
Gideon hips barely twitched, not even lifting a millimeter off the bed before Cam sashed an arm over her waist, pinning her back down effortlessly, because the last thing she needed was to spend the night at the urgent care explaining to the nurse the circumstances behind how her aquiline nose was busted into a million tiny bone fragments. Gideon fussed and squirmed, head listing back into the pillow, losing herself in the feeling of Cam sloppily making out with her cunt. She gasped out loud as Cam’s free hand came up to blindly grope a tit through her shirt. A calloused palm came to rest on her right breast, touching, loving, squeezing, spilling out between her spread fingers, surprisingly soft in spite of all her bench pressing. Gideon sighed shakily, taking hold of Cam’s hand, keeping her there, not wanting to ever let her go. Cam massaged the wing of her hip with her thumb, mutely reassuring her, I’m here, I’ve got you.
Cam tilted her jaw a few degrees to the left to give herself a better angle to work with, pushing her tongue as deeply as the constraints of the human body permitted, her brows furrowed in concentration as she lapped at Gideon’s front wall, determined to make her cum by any means necessary. Gideon whined when the bridge of Cam’s nose brushed up against her clit repeatedly; it was simultaneously too much and not enough, but she could take it because she was Cam’s good boy. She lifted her head to look at Cam and Cam opened her eyes to look back at her. The intensity of Cam’s calculating gaze, singularly focused on Gideon’s reactions, made her heart skip several beats and she didn’t know how to handle it.
“Stop it, quit looking at me like that,” she complained, throwing her head to the side, putting her hand in Cam’s face to block her line of sight.
“Like what?” Cam asked drily, apparently completely unfazed after basically being smacked in the forehead, like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing to Gideon. “Why am I not allowed to look at you Gideon?”
“Because if you do, I’m going to cum way too fast!” she said, tucking her face into the crook of her elbow to hide her blushing embarrassment.
This gave Cam pause for thought. She turned this information over in her head, considering it, then discarded it entirely. She took Gideon’s clit between her lips and sucked, HARD.
Gideon seized. Cam threw up an arm to keep her legs pried open, preventing her head from being crushed to a pulp between Gideon’s thunderous thighs like so many innocent watermelons that came before her. This meant Gideon now had the wiggle room necessary to grind up into Cam’s waiting mouth. Cam permitted Gideon to hump her face, content to just let her take what she needed, keeping her tongue pressed flat to her clit as Gideon fucked her mouth, equal parts slick and drool running down her chin. With her nose buried in that crop of oxidized iron curls, huffing Gideon’s post-workout girlstink, and both of Gideon’s hands on the back of her head urging her deeper, Cam couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be right now. The hand that wasn’t currently occupied muscling Gideon’s knees traveled down to check the status of her shorts, and sure enough, she had soaked through the cotton. It was almost painful, the way her clit pulsed insistently, demanding her attention; however, she did nothing about it since she didn’t want to finish without Gideon inside her.
Gideon saw stars, then white. She legit thought she died, and man, what a way to go: cumming so hard that la petite mort becomes just plain mort. Eventually Gideon’s hips ceased moving of their own accord and she let out a wounded sound that Cam correctly assumed as overstimulation getting to her. Cam released her sticky clit, a moist *pop* ringing out as she detached from the twitching bundle of nerves.
“You can always cum more than once, you know that, right?” Cam asked, pressing her cheek into the meat of Gideon’s thigh, gazing up at her as she caught her breath.
“Fuck- guh-” Gideon panted, feeling more worn out by her climax than if she’d just done leg day without taking pre-workout beforehand, her body leaden and senses dulled, no thoughts, head empty. “You’re evil.”
“So I’ve been told,” Cam acknowledged. “Was that okay? Not too much?”
If Gideon didn’t know any better, she’d say Cam sounded unsure of herself, like she was afraid she'd overstepped somehow by subjecting her to some of the best head of her life. Cam was overthinking, as she was wont to do, something by which Gideon simply could not abide.
“Hey, c’mere,” Gideon said softly, bringing Cam into her arms once again. Cam noticeably relaxed upon being sandwiched between Gideon’s bulging biceps and she laid her head on her insane delts. Gideon sweetly kissed Cam, a soft smek right on her brow, before giving her some much-needed consolation, “That was way better than okay, and if it’s ever too much I won’t hesitate to tell you, I’ll use my colors and everything.” Cam half-snorted a laugh and Gideon could feel her smile into her shoulder, before turning to mouth at her neck. Gideon shivered, Cam nipped at her bruised carotid. Harrow would no doubt have some choice words to say about the mark later, but that was a problem for Future Gideon, Present Gideon could not be bothered to think about such trivialities as the consequences of her actions. “Can I return the favor?”
“Did you bring it with you?” Cam checked, it in this case being Gideon’s dick, currently residing alongside its harness buried at the bottom of the gym duffel she’d left sitting in the entryway.
“Of course I did,” Gideon scoffed flippantly, insulted she even had to ask. “You know I keep that muthafuckin’ thang on me.”
“Yeah, never say that again.”
“Sorry,” Gideon apologized with her head bowed, sounding sincerely contrite. “You want I should go get it?” Cam nodded in agreeance so Gideon slipped off the bed to go retrieve it, miraculously still ambulatory after that earthshattering orgasm, returning shortly with her strap in hand. It was nothing too special, roughly seven inches insertable length, moulded in purple silicone, with the wearer’s end curved such that it could theoretically be used without a harness (in the way a leather boot was theoretically edible after being boiled). Cam watched her, rapt, as she slid the user portion of the dildo into herself, futzing with it so it would consistently hit that one sweet spot inside her she could never seem to reach with just fingers alone once things got moving properly. She cinched the belt and garters around her hips and thighs respectively, tight, but not so much so that it dug in uncomfortably, nice and snug. She stroked herself, once, twice, three times, running her hand over length experimentally until she caught Cam staring again, eyes laser focused on her cock, chewing on her lip in anticipation. “Like what you see?”
“Very much so, yes,” Cam admitted. She beckoned Gideon closer, crooking a finger towards herself, and Gideon obeyed because she was a good boy after all. Putting one knee up on the mattress, Gideon closed the distance, leaning on the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her to dick to kiss Cam, humming happily as she reciprocated. Cam’s tongue forced it’s way into her mouth, muffling the moan she let out at tasting herself on those soft lips. Cam reached between them, ghosting her fingers up the underside of her dick, and lightly grasped the head. Gideon jolted, she didn’t have any nerve endings associated with the damn thing but she felt it, like, actually felt it, like Cam was really pumping her off, it was incredible. The warmth of Cam’s calloused palm wrapped gently around her shaft was unlike anything she’d experienced before, bar none. It paled in comparison to how Cam’s next instruction made her feel.
“Lay down, I want to ride you,” Cam murmured breathlessly, her forehead pressed against Gideon’s, their lips still connected by a thin strand of saliva. It was undoubtedly intimate; Gideon wouldn’t want it any other way. Gideon reassumed her earlier position, the difference this time being she scooted up to the headboard, propping herself up on the mountain of pillows that Cam insisted on keeping on the bed for whatever reason when she only used one of them to sleep on and it mADE NO SENS-
She’s digressing, this isn’t important right now. What was important, was getting Cam off. Cam stripped quickly and efficiently, letting her hair down too; her olive skin gleamed warmly under a thin sheen of sweat and the soft glow of string lights tacked up around the room. She took a seat, astride Gideon’s lap, and reached over to the end table, finding the lube right where she always left it. She uncapped the Astroglide, squirting a healthy dollop of gel in her hand, and slathered it all over Gideon’s cock.
“Sh- shit shouldn’t I stretch you out first?” asked Gideon, struggling not to thrust up into Cam’s loose fist. Cam simply took Gideon by the wrist, wordlessly guiding her hand down to the junction of her powerful thighs. Heat radiated off her mound in sweltering waves, and if the humidity wasn’t bad enough already, she goddamn dripped on Gideon’s fingers. Trying something, she curled two of them, pushing through her folds, searching for her opening and-
Oh my fucking god.
They went in with zero resistance.
No, scratch that, negative resistance.
She sucked Gideon in, and here Gideon was, knuckle deep in her best friend’s pussy, jaw slack in amazement. Operating on muscle memory, she pressed her fingertips up against Cam's front wall, skimming them along her insides to find the rough patch that historically elicited the best response from her until she was rudely stopped, Cam gripping her wrist, squeezing her radius and ulna together until there was an audible crack.
“Inside, now.” Cam exhaled as she extricated Gideon’s fingers from herself, and when she put it like that, in no uncertain terms, who was she to deny her what she wanted? Cam circled her thumb and forefinger round the base of Gideon’s dick, holding it upright, sticking her tongue out a bit as she just couldn’t seem to get the right angle on it, the tip merely grazing her slit, until she did, sinking halfway down and stopping, a pitchy whimper rising from her chest. Her arms flew around Gideon’s neck, holding on for dear life as she got herself acquainted with the stretch once more. Gideon’s hands rested supportively on her flanks, running her thumbs along her iliac furrows (cum gutters for the anatomically inclined).
“Need a second?” Gideon asked, without an ounce of smug to be gleaned from her tone. Cam nodded, hot, damp breath coming out in the form of a long, juddering sigh. “That’s okay take your time,” Gideon whispered, reaching up to scratch where Cam’s hair met the nape of her neck, which caused her to wiggle happily, which in turn helped her to sink further. Sure enough, she bottomed out, the florid petals of her cunt stretched open on Gideon’s cock, then flexed her legs, pushing up through her knees, her inner walls gripping slickly to every inch, until just the tip was left, only to fuck herself back down, her rock-hard buttocks smacking into Gideon’s quads hard enough to bruise. She started riding in earnest, with Gideon guiding her motions as she jumped in her lap, never pushing or pulling, just keeping her nice and steady as she did her thing.
“Fuck, Cam, you look so fucking good taking my cock like this,” Gideon rasped, fixating on Cam’s breasts bouncing temptingly in her face, the silver barbells through her nipples glinting as they caught the light. “That’s it baby, just like that, doing so fuckin’ good for me, taking what you want,” she praised as she lapped a dusky nipple into a stiff peak before sucking it between her lips. Cam cried out as Gideon tugged on the piercing with her teeth. Gideon tried pulling off, to ask if she was okay, but Cam wouldn’t let her, holding her right where she wanted her with a hand cradling back of her head. Gideon got the hint, roughly fondling Cam’s tit, pinching and rolling the other one to her heart’s content. There’s a certain pressure building in Gideon’s core, still sensitive from her first orgasm, threatening to release with every drop of Cam’s hips, but Gideon stubbornly holds on, resolved not to cum again until Cam is satisfied, because she’s not some one-pump chump who busts immediately just to roll over and pass out, leaving her pent up and sleeping on the wet spot.
It's difficult though. Cam is a vision: face flushed, fringe pasted to her forehead with sweat, the same sweat rolling down the hard planes of her muscles in thick beads as she works her hips tirelessly, pursuing her own pleasure with fierce determination. Very few people have ever seen her like this, and Gideon feels incredibly fortunate that she gets to be one of them; sadly, it doesn’t last all that long.
Gideon has been working out with Cam long enough that it’s hard for her to remember a time before they were gym buddies. Gideon has spotted Cam on the bench enough times that she recognizes the signs of when she’s gassed herself out, because between fencing, weightlifting, and track, Cam’s body is fine-tuned for explosive bursts of power and not protracted endurance. Squatting Gideon’s max for reps without breaking a sweat? Easy peasy. Deadlifting 200+ kilos? Lightweight. Running more than mile without cramping? Whoa there, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Cam’s pace falters; the lines in her neck become visible as she clenches her jaw. Her brows knit together in consternation, and her harsh breaths come out sounding closer to an animalistic growl than any noise a human would regularly produce. Gideon knows what needs to happen, she wants to help, but she can’t unless Cam is willing to let her take the reins.
“Can I try somethING- ACK-!” she doesn’t finish that thought, interrupted by her own unbecoming yelp as Cam catches her off guard, grappling to reverse their positions. Gideon, now on top, has to take a moment to process exactly what the hell just happened, looking down on Cam, eyes wide in astonishment. She’s snapped out of it when Cam kicks her lightly in her hams, literally spurring her on like she’s some prized stallion.
So that’s how it is, huh?
She grabbed hold of Cam’s hips, digging in her fingers hard enough to bruise, poised to give it to her hard and fast and deep. There’s a brief flicker of a smile on Cam’s face, a tiny change in her expression, suggesting a sort of manic giddiness at the prospect of Gideon just pounding her through the Tempur-Pedic. Gideon would be remiss in saying that it didn’t excite her also. She reared back, pulling all the way out; if Cam were complaining about the emptiness, she didn’t get the chance to vocalize it as Gideon snapped her hips, sheathing herself in one go, a sonorous clap sounding off as their groins went flush. Cam made a punched-out noise as she clung to Gideon’s broad shoulders, while Gideon churned her hips relentlessly. Even as her abs began to burn from the effort, with the worst of the cramping feeling like someone jammed an icepick in her obliques, Gideon didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, she fucked Cam like her life depended on it. Cam’s nails bit her skin, she hissed at the pain but all it did was put the pleasure in starker contrast.
“’M close,” Cam whimpered. Gideon took a hand off her hip and placed her thumb squarely on Cam’s clit, giving her that little extra boost to propel her over the finish line. All it took was a few quick swipes and Cam unraveled, all that tension released, taut muscles going slack. Gideon kept thrusting, carrying Cam above and beyond her climax, triggering another orgasm shortly thereafter. Cam’s mouth hung open in a silent cry, trembling as she came undone under Gideon, rocking up into her. She was beautiful, spectacular, it was too much to bear.
“Shit,” Gideon cursed under her breath, her own peak having snuck up on her sooner than she’d have liked. “Cam, I’m gonna-” Again, she’s cut off as Cam pulls her down into a scorching kiss, their lips crashing together as Cam trapped her in a leg lock on top of it, her heels crossed over her tailbone, preventing her from pulling out. Part of her panics at the thought that she just came inside her friend, without protection, until the other part of her remembered that her dick wasn’t real, so she was freaking out over nothing. The fact she didn’t accidentally knock Cam up should be a major relief to her, so why does she feel so disappointe- nope, not going to unpack that right now. The two of them laid there, in a pile of sweat and tangled limbs, basking in the afterglow, smooching intermittently. This went on for some time, with Gideon almost dozing off before Cam unilaterally decided that they needed to shower.
“Ugh, whyyyy,” Gideon groaned in annoyance. “I literally just got cozy.”
“Yeah but think of how much cozier you’ll be when you’re squeaky clean.” Cam reasoned. Gideon couldn’t argue with that logic, but she also couldn’t be arsed to get up. “I’ll even wash your hair for youuuu…” Cam singsonged, and Gideon would have to be an idiot to turn down that offer. One hot, bordering on scalding shower later, they were back in bed, under a fresh set of covers, snug as a bug in a rug in each other’s arms as they drifted off together. For Gideon, it was the happiest she’d been in a long time.
***
Gideon woke up the next morning with Cam still cuddled up to her, feeling well rested and content, which could only mean one thing. Pawing at the end table for her phone, she checked the time and promptly had a heart attack. The time read 7:40, she had overslept and now she was going to be late to lab. “FUCK,” she swore loudly, accidentally startling Cam awake as she threw herself out of bed, scrambling to get ready.
“What’s wrong?” Cam asked disoriented, watching Gideon hop on one foot trying to pull her sock on.
“Overslept,” explained Gideon, getting her head stuck in the armhole of the shirt Cam lent her last night with understanding that she was never going to get it back.
“Fuck,” Cam concurred, vaulting out of bed and dressing herself completely in the timeframe it took Gideon to tie the drawstring on her sweats. “I’ll drive you.”
“Cam, you don’t have t-”
“I want to,” Cam said adamantly, shutting down any further argument Gideon might have put up. Gideon relented and went to grab her sneakers. While she did so, Cam joined her in the joint kitchen/foyer and began grabbing things out of the fridge, turning on the stove.
“What are you doing?!” Gideon shouted, hands on her head in disbelief as Cam sliced a bagel for toasting, melting a pate of butter in a nonstick pan.
“Making breakfast, what’s it look like? I'm not letting you go to class hungry,” Cam glibbed, cracking an egg into the skillet. Gideon gawped at her gormlessly.
“Are you being for real right now? Like deadass, surely you must be joking,” said Gideon, letting her stress get the better of her, taking a tone with Cam that she regretted as soon as she heard the words leave her big, fat mouth.
Cam ignored her, instead devoting her attention to the task in front of her, leaning back a smidge to avoid getting pelted with droplets of sizzling grease because she set the burner too high. Gideon looked on as she assembled the ingredients together, stacking them in order of bagel, sausage, fried egg, cheese, splash of sriracha, before wrapping it all up in brown wax paper. The quintessential breakfast sandwich. Gideon’s mouth watered at the sight of it, her stomach grumbling. Cam held it out to her, only to yank it away as she went to take it, holding it out of arms’ reach.
“I get that you’re freaking out right now, but by no means does that give you the right to be shitty to me, do I make myself clear?” she said, her voice terrifyingly even, instilling the fear of a god in Gideon, and that god was none other than Camilla herself. Gideon hung her head in shame, sufficiently chastened. Cam then took Gideon by the wrist, placing the sandwich in an upturned palm. It was warm and it smelled delicious. “And don’t call me Shirley,” she added, cutting the tension with some levity, clapping Gideon on the shoulder to show there was no hard feelings.
Cam drove like a maniac, a maniac who fastidiously observed all the rules of the road, but a maniac all the same. She whipped through corners at breakneck speeds, giving Gideon actual whiplash while she snarfed down her breakfast as fast as humanly possible because bringing food into a lab with incubating pathogens was an obvious no-no. The car came to a screeching halt in front of the biology building with five minutes to spare. Gideon collected her personal effects, hopping out the car with her bag in hand, leaving Cam with a rather curt, “See you at the gym.”
“That’s it? I don’t even get a goodbye kiss?” Cam asked, half-joking. Gideon pivoted on her heel, jogging back up to the car, leaning through the passenger side window to give her a quick peck on the cheek.
“Love you,” she said, unintentionally, the words kinda just slipping out after being bottled up for far too long by this point. She made it a few steps before freezing, realizing what she’d done, having committed the single most egregious faux pas anyone could make in a situationship like hers: catching feelings. She tried desperately to correct herself, play it off as a bad joke, stammering out, “That wasn’t- I didn’t-”
“I love you too, dummy,” Cam said, smiling warmly so Gideon knew she meant it genuinely. Gideon balked, incredulous.
“Wha- dude! No way!”
“Way,” Cam confirmed simply. “Now get to class! I’ll see you later!” she yelled as she peeled out, leaving Gideon on the sidewalk to process this turn of events.
Cam loved her back.
She didn’t just make things irreparably weird and ruin their friendship; AND, even better, she was going to see her later, guaranteed.
She stood there on the precipice of something new, something exciting, something scary, just taking it all in.
It was gonna be a good day.