Insomnia leads to angsty girlslash
"French-manicure Pink" - Friday Night Lights - Lyla/Tyra - NC17 - 250 words.
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Technically, they’ve done this before. At parties it can be okay to kiss another girl in Texas-if you’re drunk, and if your boyfriends are best friends, and if at least one of you is going to end up the right kind of wife. If you’re discreet.
This time, the booze is just as plentiful, but it’s got an aftertaste-all the shit that went down this year. It makes Tyra feel like she’s gone past drunk on into the other side.
Lyla makes these little mewling sounds when she really gets going, lips messy and soft, dirty-quick thrusts of tongue. Dimly, Tyra feels herself go wet and heavy down below. Feels Lyla’s hands flitter at the edges of her skirt. She looks down and sees pink-french manicure perfect-and wonders what Lyla’s pussy looks like. They’re not all the same, she knows, from a lifetime of being the kind of girl that guys don’t really censor their shit-talk around.
“Fuck,” Lyla whines out, and it’s a pretty mouth she has. Pretty everything. Because she’s Lyla Garitty. But Tyra’s beginning to understand that that doesn’t necessarily buy you a pretty-perfect life.
Tyra reaches down, their hands touch, and it’s a scramble. Panties askew and girl-fingers softer than her own circling her clit, finding it right away. It feels good in a white-hot, direct kind of way. But Tyra feels strange, like a virgin again. Angry.
Lyla’s angry too. But at least they’re not pissed at each other anymore. Just everything else.
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Technically, they’ve done this before. At parties it can be okay to kiss another girl in Texas-if you’re drunk, and if your boyfriends are best friends, and if at least one of you is going to end up the right kind of wife. If you’re discreet.
This time, the booze is just as plentiful, but it’s got an aftertaste-all the shit that went down this year. It makes Tyra feel like she’s gone past drunk on into the other side.
Lyla makes these little mewling sounds when she really gets going, lips messy and soft, dirty-quick thrusts of tongue. Dimly, Tyra feels herself go wet and heavy down below. Feels Lyla’s hands flitter at the edges of her skirt. She looks down and sees pink-french manicure perfect-and wonders what Lyla’s pussy looks like. They’re not all the same, she knows, from a lifetime of being the kind of girl that guys don’t really censor their shit-talk around.
“Fuck,” Lyla whines out, and it’s a pretty mouth she has. Pretty everything. Because she’s Lyla Garitty. But Tyra’s beginning to understand that that doesn’t necessarily buy you a pretty-perfect life.
Tyra reaches down, their hands touch, and it’s a scramble. Panties askew and girl-fingers softer than her own circling her clit, finding it right away. It feels good in a white-hot, direct kind of way. But Tyra feels strange, like a virgin again. Angry.
Lyla’s angry too. But at least they’re not pissed at each other anymore. Just everything else.
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