SCU soccer: Dani Potts/Tina Estrada
Select Scenes From a Morning
The camera doesn't want to work at first, which could be something wrong with it, or could be the way that Tina's not really paying attention or properly pushing the button. She keeps getting distracted by Dani's mouth -- her tongue, her teeth -- and the way it works around her ear, whispering words they both barely understand, until something said -- while giggling, grinning -- causes Tina to gasp and punch, and pinch at Dani's side. "Don't be such a whore." She gasps again, pinching and then pressing with her hand, the palm sliding flat and fitting along the curve of the hipbone there.
"Yeah, well don't be such a bitch." The word catches and hitches up along with Dani's voice, along with her hips, moving like Tina's hand is moving, like her eyes are moving upward to the camera readjusting overhead, the flash going off just as fingers nearly go in -- teasing, then retreating -- and Dani grunts as it flashes again. "Seriously, bitch."
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Dani wipes her mouth and feels Tina on the back of her hand, like Tina under her palm and throbbing against her thumb. Voices in the bathroom echo and carry, distorting against the dish bowl and vibrating around curves. There are no words now, though, only pants and gasps and the end of ragged phrases of need and longing.
Tina laughs and runs the heel of her hand across Dani's cheek, pressing hard enough she could almost bruise, but Dani only grins and grunts and presses back.
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Dani's fingers keep slipping over her own buttons, briefly tangling with Tina's, which fight to counter-act her progress. While Dani tries to button up, Tina works the buttons down, slipping and tugging with her hands -- on the shirt -- and her mouth -- on Dani's ear.
"Why the rush?"
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Dani orgasms with her mouth open and her hips mounted against Tina's, their thighs grinding and her hands grasping, pulling at the shirt in front of her and twisting it up until, finally, Tina guides the hand up to her hair, the back of her neck. "There..."
And Dani settles there, and she takes it, pausing when she tenses, her thumb stuck at the corner of Tina's mouth before it drags along her lower lip, smearing the red lipstick that she really shouldn't have bothered putting on. Dani laughs in a grunt, another grunt like the one up against the mirror earlier, that left their story written in condensation, words made liquid heat, like Tina's teeth pressing into her earlobe. Like fingers slipping in, inside her, pressing over the wet deep parts of her until she gasps and grunts, laughing without words.
Dani comes with her mouth open, Tina's fingers inside her, and Tina's eyes pinned on her open shirt, her rising chest. Tina's teeth against the line of her bra, prickling and nipping like pins, pinching her hip so that she jerks, so she thrusts, sliding up further onto Tina's fingers, thrusting, and that's when she comes, comes with her mouth open, with a laugh and a grunt and Tina's mouth on her shoulder, holding them steady and steamy with a giggle that ends up in a pant.
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Tina takes Dani's clothes and puts them away, in with a dirty pile of her own, and the only thing available, the only shirt that isn't too random or weird, is too big to really be Tina's. It's starchy and pin-striped, with a crisp press along the sleeve that can maybe almost snap if Dani flicks her off just fast enough, and so she tries, testing it out when Tina tugs down at her bra. The buttons, half undone, show off a lacy line of fabric that Tina hooks herself into, dipping it down to nearly reveal a swelling nipple.
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Dani feels suddenly, strangely empty without Tina's fingers inside her, but she certainly doesn't say so, because Tina doesn't need another reason or excuse to smirk or sneer and leer. She does it anyway, fixing her hair in front of the mirror and then waiting, watching, as Dani slinks from the bed in search of her pants, pushing aside piles of discarded clothing by prodding with her toes.
She finds them crumpled near the toilet bowl, and when she bends down to retrieve them, fingers catch in her hair. Tina licks her lips and twists, tugging as Dani catches herself, carefully, and then drops down to her knees with a hiss as they hit the cool tile floor.
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Tina's hand comes down on Dani's ass, rubbing raw on the denim, squeezing until she arches, which just really offers more neck for Tina to bite. "C'mon." She grins at their reflection in the mirror, where Dani has to brace herself with her palm -- flat, streaking, slipping -- and she licks the side of Dani's neck, nice and slow, murmuring low, "Stick around and I make it worth your while."
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Tina tastes as sharp as she bites. People lie when they try to call it sweet -- it's sharp and it's sour, like the collision of Tina's pelvis with Dani's jaw, briefly jarring, clicking her teeth together as she pulls back, grinning.
"Easy there, cowgirl." This time, she uses both hands, steadying herself against the steady rhythm Tina's starting, holding her and helping her to keep things settled in and settled down. It's just like her tongue, in and down, and down and in.
Fingers and fingernails -- fingertips, then she licks her lips -- press through Dani's hair, scratching her scalp and pressing down behind her ears, tickling and tingling in a line that moves from the ear down to the throat. She grunts and licks her lips, quickly, and then licks again with her tongue, tickling and tingling.
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It's not just that she sleeps after sex, it's that she sprawls, with only half the buttons on her shirt done up so that her stomach sticks out all the way up to her chest and her hips are exposed from where the pants were rolled down -- even exposing something more, something rough and green and slipped underneath her underwear, so that Dani has to groan once she wakes up and she sees it, feels it.
"You're fucking kidding, right?"
Tina's innocent act is more effective when her hair's not so clearly mussed from friction against sheets -- oh, that static cling -- and she's not so busy trying to hide hickies from her neck with makeup rubbed into her palm. "What?" Still, she blinks and she wipes her mouth, grinning at the two shades of lipstick that smear and rub off. "I'm just trying to be fair."
The money itself, it gets slipped back where it was, peaking out from just below the curved peak of hips, with Dani patting it in place and lifting up an eyebrow. "Yeah, well fair costs a lot more than twenty." She tsks, flicking her tongue back over her lips. "'Cause I cost more than twenty." When Tina laughs, she just shrugs and lets herself fall back against the sheets, half-propped against a pillow.
"... fine, then give it back."
Dani's hand moves like her hips move, down and then up, and then the money -- to make things fairer -- gets stuffed in further, deep underneath the waistline, before her hand moves back up to rest above her head, propping Dani up to eye-level, so that finally they can meet eye to eye, eyebrows raising. "Okay. Come get it."