If I Were a Girl . . .
Summary: Panic! is now four girl best friends who all fuck, or something. {based completely off of [ this] picspam by arctic_grey. {She is amazing}
Word Count: 2,000+
Ryan's skinny. She's skinny and she wishes she had some curves, like Brendon's tummy or Spencer's boobs because they look so damn good with them. Ryan is all skin and bones. She used to dance, when she was younger. Her mother threw her in a ballet class the day after she turned eight. Five years it took Ryan to finally tell her mother off and move in with her best girl friend, Spencer. Spencer held a great part in shaping up the way Ryan dressed, considering all Spencer's clothes were too big for her and Spence's entire mellow attitude was totally contagious. Brendon - we’ll talk about her in a bit - had called her Hobo Ryan for nearly three years. The day Brendon saw Ryan sleeping in Spencer's rubber ducky underwear - the one article of clothing of Spencer’s that actually fit Ryan somewhat - he realized how beautiful Ryan was and quit with the Hobo Ryan only to start in on convincing Ryan that she should be naked more often, that all the sixteen-year-olds were doing it. Well, at least Brendon and Spencer were. Brendon was always naked, usually wearing nothing more than her underwear - and that was just because she had a pervy older brother - and Spencer continually hung out in just her under things, even when it was just her and Ryan. Ryan, self-conscious of her small boobs and nonexistent stomach, usually had, at least, a t-shirt on.
Brendon finally convinced Ryan to hang out in the mostly nude too by promising her that she could bring her guitar and they'd work on some lyrics or something. Spencer was there too, mainly because it was her house. It was that day, when Brendon dropped her drink and bent over to grab the cup that Ryan noticed her glorious ass. He knew Brendon was hot, Spencer was too, and - according to Spencer and Brendon, Ryan was gorgeous - but he’d never noticed that ass. He loved Brendon's ass, then, almost as much as he always had her soft tummy. Before, Ryan always chose Brendon's stomach as her pillow when they had sleepovers. Brendon curled half to the side along the top of Spencer's bed with Spencer spooning her from behind and Ryan stretched comfortably across the rest of the bed with her head on Brendon's stomach and her hand intertwined with Spencer's.
Spencer met Jon when they were seventeen and soon she was included in their sleepovers. Jon, like Brendon, rarely had a top on, and Spencer sort of loved this about her because her boobs were perfect, even better than Spencer's. Jon also loved to take pictures and, both Ryan and Brendon knew, Spencer was such a photo whore. Jon also favors heels, which is something none of the other three had ever done. Jon was already the tallest without the addition of her favorite black, four-inch heels that, according to Spencer, she leaves on during sex. When Jon joined them in Spencer's bed, their whole positioning changed and Brendon pouted for a whole twenty minutes before Ryan crawled into her lap and promised her that he'd still sleep on her stomach on Mondays when they all fell asleep after school in Brendon's bed because Monday's are always the most tiring, even more so than Friday and Saturday nights, which are always eventful if Ryan, Jon, Spencer, and Brendon are there. Then, though, with Jon in the bed, Spencer opted to curl up with Jon instead of Brendon, so Ryan and Spencer slept with their back pressed together, Ryan cradling Brendon to her chest and Spencer keeping Jon close to her.
When Brendon met Audrey, she dyed her hair the same color pink and missed three sleepovers. Jon and Spencer bought ice cream and vodka each time Brendon wasn't there and they slept with Ryan safely between them. Spencer would get up and make breakfast - but Spencer always makes breakfast - so on the mornings where Brendon had chosen to stay with Audrey rather than them, Spencer would make bacon as well as the usual eggs because Ryan loved Bacon and when Brendon was there they didn’t eat it because then she would have a total hissy fit at the smell.
Brendon came back after the third week with stories of her horrible break up and in need of the vodka and ice cream more than Ryan, so she handed it over silently and didn't speak to Brendon that week. Ryan slept curled up with Spencer that night and left Jon to coddle Brendon and her pink hair.
At the next sleepover, Brendon's hair was black again, but the fake, store-bought black and not her perfect, almost -brown black. Ryan spoke to her anyway. They even held each other that night, but the next morning Ryan still asked Spencer to make bacon.
On Spring Break, they all went to Myrtle Beach. They got two hotel rooms. Ryan thought it was because Spencer and Jon needed some alone time; he never found out Brendon had been the one to request two separate rooms. That week, Ryan found out that Brendon prefers sleeping naked. She also decided that she didn't mind.
Ryan had her first experience with voyeurism that week too. She'd gone to take and shower and was returning, when she peeked through the cracked bathroom door to see Brendon spread out on the bed, both her hands working and soft, breathy moans falling from her gorgeous lips. Ryan didn't mean too, but she still found herself nudging the short towel up and sliding her fingers into the warmth of herself as she watched Brendon's breathing quicken, and then fall to a slow rhythm. Ryan came four minutes later, leaning against the sink and imagining the many times she's seen Brendon naked.
Later, Ryan found Spencer in the bathroom, her panties half down her perfect hips and her hand traveling down. Ryan didn't watch, not with Spencer. No, with Spencer, he joined. Ryan boldly stepped into the shower, dropping to her knees and pulling the polka-dotted underwear down to Spencer's knees. If she was surprised, she didn't show it and sat down on the edge of the high tug, spreading her legs for Ryan like Brendon had spread hers just hours ago. Ryan chanced a look up at Spencer; her eyes were closed, her head tilted back a bit in anticipation, and her nipples already hard. Her body was wet - Ryan’s pretty sure she was in the process of getting dressed after her shower when she began. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss just under Spencer's belly button before ducking down at licking Spencer to her climax, her fingers twisted in Ryan's, at the time, long hair and her lips moaning Ryan's name.
Brendon had been watching from the door the whole time. She had a new idea, since the separate rooms had apparently not worked to get Ryan to do what she was doing to Spencer to her. She stripped once she was back in their room, planning to be seductively on the bed when Ryan returned, but then a blimp flew by outside and she bounced onto the couch to look out the huge window. Ryan returned at the moment, nearly moaning at the sight of her glorious ass, silhouetted by the light from the window she stood in front of. She forced herself to laugh and Brendon and make some joke about her attention span before plopping onto her own bed with her headphones to take a nap.
At the beginning of their summer break, they go to Jon's cabin, just the four of them, for two weeks. The first week was full of candy and giggling. Spencer realized how much he liked being upside down and, one night, Ryan saw Spencer, lying upside down on the couch with Jon bending over her, a large, lime green dildo being pressed into Spencer and Spencer moaning Jon's name. Ryan wondered how long they'd been doing these things and headed to her room. With the image of Spencer and Jon in the living room, the noises they were making, - if she listened just enough and kept her breathing low, she could hear it - she stripped her shirt off and slid her hand into her panties, hand brushing over the belly button ring Brendon had gone with her to get.
The second week was full of drinking and ridiculous things. Ryan, half-drunk and bored, stumbled on the back deck the first night to find Brendon in only her jeans, her head thrown back toward the sky. Ryan thought she looked beautiful. She joined Brendon, tossing her red bra into the trees and mimicking her best friends pose. Only their arms touched, and even then just barely, but it was still an intimate night. Brendon found Spencer and Ryan, naked in the shower - the water not even on - laughing their asses off the next night. He made Jon take a picture.
On the penultimate night, Ryan asked Spencer, "Do you have a strap-on?" because Ryan was pretty sure she wanted to fuck Brendon before they went back home and all the naked, laughing, and drinking became classes, homework, and sleepovers again. Needless to say, Spencer had two. She leant Ryan the least used one, out of respect or something. Ryan drank the most she had all week that night - liquid courage - and, when Spencer and Jon took the jeep to buy more drinks, Ryan found Brendon, already half-naked and her fingers traveling lower. Ryan crawled into the bed, between Brendon's already spread legs and leant down beside her ear.
"M'going to fuck you . . . so hard." Brendon moaned, her fingers gripping at Ryan's hips almost bruisingly. Ryan stripped off her panties, noticing Brendon had already lost hers, and slid on Spencer's strap-on. Brendon's hand let her go and she spread her legs as far as she could.
"Do, it, Ry. Ryan, please," she whimpered, scooting closer to Ryan. "I- I want you i- in me," she gasped as Ryan slid two fingers into Brendon. Brendon clenched around her because it was not enough. "M- More," she pleaded, "More."
Ryan obliged, sliding in another finger and spreading them a bit, pressing in to find Brendon's spot. Ryan used her other hand to push Brendon's shirt out of the way and she leant forward, licking Brendon's nipple and rolling the other between her fingers. She circled the nipple before covering it with her mouth and sucking, her teeth grazing the succulent flesh and Brendon arching under her before she moved to the other nipple.
"Ryan!" she moaned. "C- Can't you f- fuck me and . . Do that. . At the same- same time?" she snapped, her voice stuttering as Ryan bit down and then twisted her fingers. Ryan smirked and, even as he heard Spencer and Jon pulling up, thrust into Brendon quickly, relentlessly. Brendon moaned loudly, moving her body with Ryan's, hair hands tangled in her own hair because Ryan had sat up to watch as she fucked Brendon. She slammed into Brendon again, electing another delicious moan from her.
"Brendon," she breathed and Brendon dropped one hand to play with her own clit, gasping as Ryan slammed into her again.
The next morning Spencer joined Ryan in the bathroom; Ryan leaning over the toilet while Spencer stood over her, phone in hand texting God-knows-who.
"So, you finally did it?" Spencer giggled, acting as if Ryan wasn't vomiting into the toilet as she spoke.
"Y- Yea," Ryan smiled, biting her lip to hide it. Ryan vomited again and looked up, wiping her chin, to see Spencer with that look on her face. "What?" she asked cautiously.
"Foursomes!" she squealed quietly and Ryan just rolled her eyes.
Word Count: 2,000+
Ryan's skinny. She's skinny and she wishes she had some curves, like Brendon's tummy or Spencer's boobs because they look so damn good with them. Ryan is all skin and bones. She used to dance, when she was younger. Her mother threw her in a ballet class the day after she turned eight. Five years it took Ryan to finally tell her mother off and move in with her best girl friend, Spencer. Spencer held a great part in shaping up the way Ryan dressed, considering all Spencer's clothes were too big for her and Spence's entire mellow attitude was totally contagious. Brendon - we’ll talk about her in a bit - had called her Hobo Ryan for nearly three years. The day Brendon saw Ryan sleeping in Spencer's rubber ducky underwear - the one article of clothing of Spencer’s that actually fit Ryan somewhat - he realized how beautiful Ryan was and quit with the Hobo Ryan only to start in on convincing Ryan that she should be naked more often, that all the sixteen-year-olds were doing it. Well, at least Brendon and Spencer were. Brendon was always naked, usually wearing nothing more than her underwear - and that was just because she had a pervy older brother - and Spencer continually hung out in just her under things, even when it was just her and Ryan. Ryan, self-conscious of her small boobs and nonexistent stomach, usually had, at least, a t-shirt on.
Brendon finally convinced Ryan to hang out in the mostly nude too by promising her that she could bring her guitar and they'd work on some lyrics or something. Spencer was there too, mainly because it was her house. It was that day, when Brendon dropped her drink and bent over to grab the cup that Ryan noticed her glorious ass. He knew Brendon was hot, Spencer was too, and - according to Spencer and Brendon, Ryan was gorgeous - but he’d never noticed that ass. He loved Brendon's ass, then, almost as much as he always had her soft tummy. Before, Ryan always chose Brendon's stomach as her pillow when they had sleepovers. Brendon curled half to the side along the top of Spencer's bed with Spencer spooning her from behind and Ryan stretched comfortably across the rest of the bed with her head on Brendon's stomach and her hand intertwined with Spencer's.
Spencer met Jon when they were seventeen and soon she was included in their sleepovers. Jon, like Brendon, rarely had a top on, and Spencer sort of loved this about her because her boobs were perfect, even better than Spencer's. Jon also loved to take pictures and, both Ryan and Brendon knew, Spencer was such a photo whore. Jon also favors heels, which is something none of the other three had ever done. Jon was already the tallest without the addition of her favorite black, four-inch heels that, according to Spencer, she leaves on during sex. When Jon joined them in Spencer's bed, their whole positioning changed and Brendon pouted for a whole twenty minutes before Ryan crawled into her lap and promised her that he'd still sleep on her stomach on Mondays when they all fell asleep after school in Brendon's bed because Monday's are always the most tiring, even more so than Friday and Saturday nights, which are always eventful if Ryan, Jon, Spencer, and Brendon are there. Then, though, with Jon in the bed, Spencer opted to curl up with Jon instead of Brendon, so Ryan and Spencer slept with their back pressed together, Ryan cradling Brendon to her chest and Spencer keeping Jon close to her.
When Brendon met Audrey, she dyed her hair the same color pink and missed three sleepovers. Jon and Spencer bought ice cream and vodka each time Brendon wasn't there and they slept with Ryan safely between them. Spencer would get up and make breakfast - but Spencer always makes breakfast - so on the mornings where Brendon had chosen to stay with Audrey rather than them, Spencer would make bacon as well as the usual eggs because Ryan loved Bacon and when Brendon was there they didn’t eat it because then she would have a total hissy fit at the smell.
Brendon came back after the third week with stories of her horrible break up and in need of the vodka and ice cream more than Ryan, so she handed it over silently and didn't speak to Brendon that week. Ryan slept curled up with Spencer that night and left Jon to coddle Brendon and her pink hair.
At the next sleepover, Brendon's hair was black again, but the fake, store-bought black and not her perfect, almost -brown black. Ryan spoke to her anyway. They even held each other that night, but the next morning Ryan still asked Spencer to make bacon.
On Spring Break, they all went to Myrtle Beach. They got two hotel rooms. Ryan thought it was because Spencer and Jon needed some alone time; he never found out Brendon had been the one to request two separate rooms. That week, Ryan found out that Brendon prefers sleeping naked. She also decided that she didn't mind.
Ryan had her first experience with voyeurism that week too. She'd gone to take and shower and was returning, when she peeked through the cracked bathroom door to see Brendon spread out on the bed, both her hands working and soft, breathy moans falling from her gorgeous lips. Ryan didn't mean too, but she still found herself nudging the short towel up and sliding her fingers into the warmth of herself as she watched Brendon's breathing quicken, and then fall to a slow rhythm. Ryan came four minutes later, leaning against the sink and imagining the many times she's seen Brendon naked.
Later, Ryan found Spencer in the bathroom, her panties half down her perfect hips and her hand traveling down. Ryan didn't watch, not with Spencer. No, with Spencer, he joined. Ryan boldly stepped into the shower, dropping to her knees and pulling the polka-dotted underwear down to Spencer's knees. If she was surprised, she didn't show it and sat down on the edge of the high tug, spreading her legs for Ryan like Brendon had spread hers just hours ago. Ryan chanced a look up at Spencer; her eyes were closed, her head tilted back a bit in anticipation, and her nipples already hard. Her body was wet - Ryan’s pretty sure she was in the process of getting dressed after her shower when she began. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss just under Spencer's belly button before ducking down at licking Spencer to her climax, her fingers twisted in Ryan's, at the time, long hair and her lips moaning Ryan's name.
Brendon had been watching from the door the whole time. She had a new idea, since the separate rooms had apparently not worked to get Ryan to do what she was doing to Spencer to her. She stripped once she was back in their room, planning to be seductively on the bed when Ryan returned, but then a blimp flew by outside and she bounced onto the couch to look out the huge window. Ryan returned at the moment, nearly moaning at the sight of her glorious ass, silhouetted by the light from the window she stood in front of. She forced herself to laugh and Brendon and make some joke about her attention span before plopping onto her own bed with her headphones to take a nap.
At the beginning of their summer break, they go to Jon's cabin, just the four of them, for two weeks. The first week was full of candy and giggling. Spencer realized how much he liked being upside down and, one night, Ryan saw Spencer, lying upside down on the couch with Jon bending over her, a large, lime green dildo being pressed into Spencer and Spencer moaning Jon's name. Ryan wondered how long they'd been doing these things and headed to her room. With the image of Spencer and Jon in the living room, the noises they were making, - if she listened just enough and kept her breathing low, she could hear it - she stripped her shirt off and slid her hand into her panties, hand brushing over the belly button ring Brendon had gone with her to get.
The second week was full of drinking and ridiculous things. Ryan, half-drunk and bored, stumbled on the back deck the first night to find Brendon in only her jeans, her head thrown back toward the sky. Ryan thought she looked beautiful. She joined Brendon, tossing her red bra into the trees and mimicking her best friends pose. Only their arms touched, and even then just barely, but it was still an intimate night. Brendon found Spencer and Ryan, naked in the shower - the water not even on - laughing their asses off the next night. He made Jon take a picture.
On the penultimate night, Ryan asked Spencer, "Do you have a strap-on?" because Ryan was pretty sure she wanted to fuck Brendon before they went back home and all the naked, laughing, and drinking became classes, homework, and sleepovers again. Needless to say, Spencer had two. She leant Ryan the least used one, out of respect or something. Ryan drank the most she had all week that night - liquid courage - and, when Spencer and Jon took the jeep to buy more drinks, Ryan found Brendon, already half-naked and her fingers traveling lower. Ryan crawled into the bed, between Brendon's already spread legs and leant down beside her ear.
"M'going to fuck you . . . so hard." Brendon moaned, her fingers gripping at Ryan's hips almost bruisingly. Ryan stripped off her panties, noticing Brendon had already lost hers, and slid on Spencer's strap-on. Brendon's hand let her go and she spread her legs as far as she could.
"Do, it, Ry. Ryan, please," she whimpered, scooting closer to Ryan. "I- I want you i- in me," she gasped as Ryan slid two fingers into Brendon. Brendon clenched around her because it was not enough. "M- More," she pleaded, "More."
Ryan obliged, sliding in another finger and spreading them a bit, pressing in to find Brendon's spot. Ryan used her other hand to push Brendon's shirt out of the way and she leant forward, licking Brendon's nipple and rolling the other between her fingers. She circled the nipple before covering it with her mouth and sucking, her teeth grazing the succulent flesh and Brendon arching under her before she moved to the other nipple.
"Ryan!" she moaned. "C- Can't you f- fuck me and . . Do that. . At the same- same time?" she snapped, her voice stuttering as Ryan bit down and then twisted her fingers. Ryan smirked and, even as he heard Spencer and Jon pulling up, thrust into Brendon quickly, relentlessly. Brendon moaned loudly, moving her body with Ryan's, hair hands tangled in her own hair because Ryan had sat up to watch as she fucked Brendon. She slammed into Brendon again, electing another delicious moan from her.
"Brendon," she breathed and Brendon dropped one hand to play with her own clit, gasping as Ryan slammed into her again.
The next morning Spencer joined Ryan in the bathroom; Ryan leaning over the toilet while Spencer stood over her, phone in hand texting God-knows-who.
"So, you finally did it?" Spencer giggled, acting as if Ryan wasn't vomiting into the toilet as she spoke.
"Y- Yea," Ryan smiled, biting her lip to hide it. Ryan vomited again and looked up, wiping her chin, to see Spencer with that look on her face. "What?" she asked cautiously.
"Foursomes!" she squealed quietly and Ryan just rolled her eyes.