Fic: An Untitled Prologue
Title: An Untitled Prologue
Fandom, Pairing: RPF (Disney) Demi/Selena
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete and utter fiction.
Summary: Written for a prompt over at colorwithme
Authors Notes: Thanks to Faye letscall-l for reading this for me and hopefully the changes I have made make it better.
Although this is titled as a prologue it might be awhile before an actual fic following these event appears, just don't hold your breath. But feel free to leave comments if you want to read more because they will likely encourage me to actually start writing.
Warnings: This fic deals with adult situations like sex (and on that note lets assume the girls are of legal age here), alcohol consumption and as requested from the prompt dubcon (dubious consent).
Selena sips at the drink in her red cup. It tastes sweet and fruity and she hopes there isn’t too much alcohol in the punch. She is pretty sure it is alcoholic; she can’t taste anything past the sugar though. She slips past a group of people and makes her way through the kitchen and to the living room. She is just in time to witness Demi’s entrance. A group of rowdy guys flank her as they barge into the house. Demi is laughing and chatting to one of her boys. Then as she turns to speak to another of her ‘posse’ she flicks her hair. Selena feels a pang of longing to have her best friend back, but time and distance soured their friendship. The girl who has just launched herself onto the couch is not the same girl Selena grew up with. She’s not the little girl she coloured with or even the teenager she made video’s with. This girl has become a rock star she has people fawning over her constantly. Demi has an excitement about her, all her movement is punctuated with an energy that is difficult to quite place. Selena knows this is her post concert buzz. She still knows Demi’s tour dates by heart and knows she has come straight from a show. Demetria Devonne Lovato has grown up; she’s shed her insecurities and embraced a new lifestyle. Selena quietly moves through the people in the living room to head outside, she glances over at Demi again who is laughing with her friends, already knocking back shots with the boys. Selena smiles a little and shakes her head. She moves outside and welcomes the cool air as she manoeuvres through the crowd outside. It seems there isn’t any space in the house that someone could be alone. A cheer rises from inside the house and Selena turns to look back through the patio door to see Demi grinning and holding up an empty cup. Selena moves toward the back of the garden where she has spotted Taylor sitting on the swings.
“Hey” Taylor smiles up at Selena as she approaches the older girl “Having fun?”
Selena just shrugs. “Demi just arrived” Taylor offers her an apologetic smile.
Selena stands and watches Talyor idly swing back and forward. The alcohol is starting to make her feel warm and she is glad she decided to head out into the cool night air. She goes to take another swig of the deliciously sweet drink and realises her cup is empty. She lets out a groan and Taylor gives her a quizzical look at the sudden sound.
“Refill” She waves her cup then turns and heads back towards the house. Her plan to spend some time out in to cool air was thwarted by her thirst for the punch. The alcohol that would help her through the night. It was a distraction from watching Demi with her friends. Watching Demi dance, watching those hips move. Watching Demi and wishing she was part of the girls’ new lifestyle of excess.
“Selena!” She collides with the object of her thoughts as soon as she steps back inside the house. Demi is grinning and holding a bottle of jagermeister.
“Hey come play a game with us!” She grabs her old friends’ wrist and drags her to the dining room where a group of people are sitting around the table. Most of them are people Selena associates as ‘Demi’s Friends’ band members, musicians. She doesn’t recognise some of the other people. She’s not Demi’s friend, not like they used to be. It’s that strange feeling of being an acquaintance, but something more because of history. The exact nature of the relationship confused her sometimes, as did the fact she so easily followed Demi to the table. Despite barley talking in months she still fell into step with the younger girl. She wanted a fresh glass of punch, instead Demi places Selena in a chair then hands her a shot glass and fills it up with jager. There are various bottles of spirits littering the table for other people. A guy opposite her raises his glass filled with a clear liquid and announces.
“I’ve never given a guy a blowjob” And knocks back his drink. She spots a few other people down their drinks. Demi lets out a giggle and Selena is quietly relieved the other girl didn’t touch her shot. She feels out of her depth already, she’s never played drinking games with straight spirits but Demi does nothing in half measures these days, always to the extreme. She is grateful that the nature of the game seems she will not be drinking too much herself. She felt a twinge of embarrassment at her own innocence but knows everyone at the table will end up far to trashed to remember this night in the morning.
“I’ve never gone down on a chick” The next guy pokes out his tongue at the previous one and downs his drink, a retaliation to the previous ‘I’ve never’ however the original guy downs a shot also. Selena isn’t terribly shocked but still intrigued. It amazes her, the sorts of people Demi manages to surround herself with. Her own life seems so sheltered. She casts a glance sideways and realises Demi is refilling her glass. Her heart leaps into her throat and she feels like she going to vomit. She wants to run away from the table, from the game. She doesn’t know the new Demi and is already feeling like she doesn’t want to.
Demi smirks at Selena, questions go around the table and Demi knocks back more shots as Selena just stares down at hers. Demi looks a little frustrated and Selena figures this is Demi’s way of trying to find some level of connection. Instead of discovering things about her old friend she is now discovering just how different their worlds are.
“I’ve never …” There is a pause as the girl to Demi’s other side tries to think of her question. She shrugs “Masturbated” everyone at the table drinks. Finally Selena knocks back her first shot of jager. She pulls a face, she wishes she had another glass of that delicious punch. Demi smirks and grabs a different bottle to top up Selena’s glass. This drink is a murky yellow colour. Demi leans close “You might like this one”
She then raises her glass “I’ve never kissed anyone” There are a few eye rolls around the table, a snort and an audible groan. They all know Demi is capable of coming up with something much better. Selena picks up her shot and drinks back her new yellow liquid. It burns down her throat a little but its lemon and sweeter and she does enjoy it more than the jager. She’s also grateful no-one is trying to force Tequila on her. Demi tops up her glass and Selena realises it’s her turn. Demi’s question removed an easy out for her turn in addition to forcing liquor down her throat.
“I’ve never” She wants to reveal something exciting, she wants to keep up with these people and she wracks her brain for a scandalous thing she has done. “been skinny dipping” She can’t think of anything more exciting and feels her cheeks burn as she feels like such a child. She downs her shot, as do most people around the table. Demi is filling her glass again. Something different this time but she doesn’t recognise the bottle, it seemed to appear from nowhere. Selena realises then that someone has just brought it over to Demi. The girl seems to have people at her beck and call. She’s grinning at Selena and putting back another shot. Selena realises she wasn’t paying attention to the last question, she’s sure she wouldn’t be drinking anyway, even if she had done it she probably wouldn’t. She doesn’t have the alcohol tolerance Demi seems to have built up and she shots are already taking their toll. Selena somehow manages to remain on her chair, indulging in a few shots but not as many as the people surrounding her, she realises too late that Demi is pouring her own shots from a hip flask, not a liquor bottle.
She’s completely trashed and Demi is smirking at her as she props the older girl up. They stagger to a waiting cab and clamber in. Demi gives them an address and Selena rests her head on Demi’s shoulder. Her head feels heavy and the world is spinning. The cab ride is short and soon the cool night air is hitting her face as Demi pays the cab driver then tugs at her hand. A sudden wave of nausea hits Selena and she leans over the neighbour’s garden. As she pukes into the bushes she realises Demi has brought her home, it’s defiantly her own neighbours plants she is emptying her stomach onto. Demi is holding back her hair and rubbing circles on her back. She is chuckling a little.
“Not a big drinker are we Selena?” There is a cocky attitude in her voice like she is superior because she can party harder. Selena glares at her and wipes her mouth on the back of her sleeve before staggering towards her house. Demi moves quickly and is soon a few steps ahead of her, fishing the spare key from its spot while Selena fumbles through her purse trying to locate her own keys. She smiles a little, it’s a small reminder of the days past, when they were younger and Demi would just let herself into the house whenever she felt like it. Demi leads her upstairs and Selena heads for the bathroom, she grabs her toothbrush and scrubs the acidic taste from her mouth. She turns to find Demi leaning against the doorframe with a grin plastered on her face. She turns and heads to Selena’s room, the older girl simply follows. Her head is feeling fuzzy and she isn’t feeling steady on her feet. She knows she will feel like hell in the morning. As soon as she steps foot into her room Demi has closed the door and pressed the taller girl against it. There is music playing Selena realises as Demi’s hips move in intricate motions that distract her. She giggles and mirrors the movements. Selena slides her hands around Demi’s neck as the shorter girl slips hers around Selena’s waist. Their bodies move together in time to the music. Selena feels a little uneasy on her feet and uses Demi to keep herself upright. She giggles lightly as she looses her balance and Demi has to keep her standing. The younger girl smiles and presses herself against Selena. She leans in close, taking care that her breath tickles her in that spot she knows too well would make Selena giggle.
“You want me” she’s confident that her statement is accurate. There is no uncertainty because everyone wants her. Selena’s chest constricts slightly, this confident Demi is exciting, scary but also a painful reminder of whom she is no longer. Selena misses her awkward friend who would have once been so insecure about people liking her. But this young woman in front of her is oozing confidence, she’d finally worked out she is hot and willing to use it to her advantage. Demi’s lips are forceful as she presses them against Selena’s.
“And I want you” Her voice resonates in Selena’s head, words she wanted to hear for so long. But Demi’s voice is unwavering, it’s not the declaration Selena has fantasised about, it’s Demi simply stating her intention. Selena should feel so lucky that Demi Lovato wants her. Demi’s hands waste no time moving under Selena’s shirt and exploring the soft flesh of her toned stomach. Selena can’t help the moan that escapes her lips as Demi’s fingers trace the underside of her breasts. Demi pulls away and smiles, grabbing the hem of Selena’s shirt she tugs the garment over her head then expertly unclips her bra. Demi’s lips are warm and wet against Selena’s nipple, pulling the tightening nub into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, settling just below her stomach. Her fingers move into Demi’s hair, a vague intention to push the other girl away but her tongue swipes over a hardening nub. Selena groans, her knees buckle suddenly and Demi’s arms are around her wait, a soft chuckle rings in her ears as Demi effortlessly picks up her tipsy friend and tosses her onto the bed. Selena lets out a grunt as she hits the soft surface of her bed then a drunken giggle at the situation. For a moment she lies back and watches the ceiling appear to move. Demi reappears in her vision, now also shirtless the rock star returns her attention to Selena’s breasts. Her mind and her body is at odds, the pleasure from Demi’s mouth is incredible but a little voice is trying to reason that she should stop this before it goes too far. But the world spins and the alcohol seems to make the voice of reason sound very far away. Demi’s hot mouth on her breast is a distracting sensation; the room is spinning as Demi’s fingers slide over Selena’s skin then start to undo her pants. A protest dies on Selena’s lips as Demi’s teeth capture her left nipple. She roughly tugs on the sensitive flesh and Selena barely registers that her pants are being slid down her thighs. The teeth relinquish their hold on her nipple as the pants are discarded, calloused fingers slide back up her thighs then hook around the waist band of her panties. Selena is vaguely aware of what is happening, it feels more like an outer body experience, she can feel ripples of pleasure through her body as Demi’s denim covered thigh presses against her own naked flesh. Demi’s lips crash against her own, teeth clash as Demi kisses her forcefully and enthusiastically. The rock stars fingers are teasing the edge of her panties and Selena’s hips buck upwards of their own accord. Although the pleasure is all hers she feels like the actions could be happening to someone else. Demi’s weight shifts, she is no longer straddling Selena, instead she has moved to allow the cotton that is the last barrier of clothing to descend down Selena’s legs. When Demi resettles on top of her she can feel a slick heat against her thigh. She doesn’t recall Demi shedding the last of her clothing but the younger girl is rocking her hips against Selena, desperate to gain friction. A rhythm sets in as Demi finds the right angle, the right pressure to meet her needs. Fingers that Selena has studied the movements of against a fret board are now moving across her thigh, towards her sex. Selena’s head swims, the situation is surreal and she tries to focus on what is happening. Demi’s forehead is pressed against her neck, she can feel the beads of sweat forming on the younger girls skin as she furiously moves against her. There is an urgency in Demi’s actions, a knowledge that the moment could end suddenly if she didn’t act soon. Fingers dance across the wetness between Selena’s legs. Teeth lightly bite into flesh Demi slips a finger inside Selena, her own fingers are clutching at the sheets beneath her. Part of her feels that this is wrong, that it shouldn’t be like this, but she lets out a moan of pleasure. The single digit inside her thrusts in time with the hips thrusting against her thigh. The actions are rough, another finger inside her is too much too soon and Selena lets out of whimper of pain. If Demi notices the sound is misinterpreted as her thumb seeks out Selena’s clit as her fingers pump in and out of Selena’s tight centre. The pain subsides and is replaced with a building tension inside Selena. She pants softly, her eyes are screwed shut, she tries to open them to see the girl above her but the world swims and she forces them shut again. She tries to push aside the cloudy drunken feeling and to try and focus on what is happening but it is like swimming against a rip-tide. Demi’s mouth is pressed against her pulse point and the rock star is shuddering against her. Selena realises Demi is coming, there is slight rise of pride in her that Demi is coming against her. Her own orgasm follows shortly, her walls tightening and gripping Demi’s fingers. The rock star removes her fingers and makes a show of licking them clean. She smirks and places a kiss against Selena’s forehead then gathers Selena into her arms. Selena snuggles in closer; her eyes still screwed shut in a vain attempt to block out the swirling cloudy drunk feeling. She breaths in Demi’s scent and then promptly falls asleep.
When Selena wakes up the bed is empty of her old friend and her head is pounding. There is a glass of water and aspirin beside her bed, she reaches for it but instead jumps out of bed and grabs her robe.
She only just makes it to the bathroom in time. She feels like she is bringing up her stomach lining. She hugs the toilet bowl even as the dry retching stop, pressing her forehead against the cool porcelain. She takes deep breaths as she tries to fight the nausea. Whenever she thinks she is winning her mind wanders back to Demi, to the empty bed, to the vague memory of the night before, and the nausea starts all over again.
Fandom, Pairing: RPF (Disney) Demi/Selena
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete and utter fiction.
Summary: Written for a prompt over at colorwithme
Authors Notes: Thanks to Faye letscall-l for reading this for me and hopefully the changes I have made make it better.
Although this is titled as a prologue it might be awhile before an actual fic following these event appears, just don't hold your breath. But feel free to leave comments if you want to read more because they will likely encourage me to actually start writing.
Warnings: This fic deals with adult situations like sex (and on that note lets assume the girls are of legal age here), alcohol consumption and as requested from the prompt dubcon (dubious consent).
Selena sips at the drink in her red cup. It tastes sweet and fruity and she hopes there isn’t too much alcohol in the punch. She is pretty sure it is alcoholic; she can’t taste anything past the sugar though. She slips past a group of people and makes her way through the kitchen and to the living room. She is just in time to witness Demi’s entrance. A group of rowdy guys flank her as they barge into the house. Demi is laughing and chatting to one of her boys. Then as she turns to speak to another of her ‘posse’ she flicks her hair. Selena feels a pang of longing to have her best friend back, but time and distance soured their friendship. The girl who has just launched herself onto the couch is not the same girl Selena grew up with. She’s not the little girl she coloured with or even the teenager she made video’s with. This girl has become a rock star she has people fawning over her constantly. Demi has an excitement about her, all her movement is punctuated with an energy that is difficult to quite place. Selena knows this is her post concert buzz. She still knows Demi’s tour dates by heart and knows she has come straight from a show. Demetria Devonne Lovato has grown up; she’s shed her insecurities and embraced a new lifestyle. Selena quietly moves through the people in the living room to head outside, she glances over at Demi again who is laughing with her friends, already knocking back shots with the boys. Selena smiles a little and shakes her head. She moves outside and welcomes the cool air as she manoeuvres through the crowd outside. It seems there isn’t any space in the house that someone could be alone. A cheer rises from inside the house and Selena turns to look back through the patio door to see Demi grinning and holding up an empty cup. Selena moves toward the back of the garden where she has spotted Taylor sitting on the swings.
“Hey” Taylor smiles up at Selena as she approaches the older girl “Having fun?”
Selena just shrugs. “Demi just arrived” Taylor offers her an apologetic smile.
Selena stands and watches Talyor idly swing back and forward. The alcohol is starting to make her feel warm and she is glad she decided to head out into the cool night air. She goes to take another swig of the deliciously sweet drink and realises her cup is empty. She lets out a groan and Taylor gives her a quizzical look at the sudden sound.
“Refill” She waves her cup then turns and heads back towards the house. Her plan to spend some time out in to cool air was thwarted by her thirst for the punch. The alcohol that would help her through the night. It was a distraction from watching Demi with her friends. Watching Demi dance, watching those hips move. Watching Demi and wishing she was part of the girls’ new lifestyle of excess.
“Selena!” She collides with the object of her thoughts as soon as she steps back inside the house. Demi is grinning and holding a bottle of jagermeister.
“Hey come play a game with us!” She grabs her old friends’ wrist and drags her to the dining room where a group of people are sitting around the table. Most of them are people Selena associates as ‘Demi’s Friends’ band members, musicians. She doesn’t recognise some of the other people. She’s not Demi’s friend, not like they used to be. It’s that strange feeling of being an acquaintance, but something more because of history. The exact nature of the relationship confused her sometimes, as did the fact she so easily followed Demi to the table. Despite barley talking in months she still fell into step with the younger girl. She wanted a fresh glass of punch, instead Demi places Selena in a chair then hands her a shot glass and fills it up with jager. There are various bottles of spirits littering the table for other people. A guy opposite her raises his glass filled with a clear liquid and announces.
“I’ve never given a guy a blowjob” And knocks back his drink. She spots a few other people down their drinks. Demi lets out a giggle and Selena is quietly relieved the other girl didn’t touch her shot. She feels out of her depth already, she’s never played drinking games with straight spirits but Demi does nothing in half measures these days, always to the extreme. She is grateful that the nature of the game seems she will not be drinking too much herself. She felt a twinge of embarrassment at her own innocence but knows everyone at the table will end up far to trashed to remember this night in the morning.
“I’ve never gone down on a chick” The next guy pokes out his tongue at the previous one and downs his drink, a retaliation to the previous ‘I’ve never’ however the original guy downs a shot also. Selena isn’t terribly shocked but still intrigued. It amazes her, the sorts of people Demi manages to surround herself with. Her own life seems so sheltered. She casts a glance sideways and realises Demi is refilling her glass. Her heart leaps into her throat and she feels like she going to vomit. She wants to run away from the table, from the game. She doesn’t know the new Demi and is already feeling like she doesn’t want to.
Demi smirks at Selena, questions go around the table and Demi knocks back more shots as Selena just stares down at hers. Demi looks a little frustrated and Selena figures this is Demi’s way of trying to find some level of connection. Instead of discovering things about her old friend she is now discovering just how different their worlds are.
“I’ve never …” There is a pause as the girl to Demi’s other side tries to think of her question. She shrugs “Masturbated” everyone at the table drinks. Finally Selena knocks back her first shot of jager. She pulls a face, she wishes she had another glass of that delicious punch. Demi smirks and grabs a different bottle to top up Selena’s glass. This drink is a murky yellow colour. Demi leans close “You might like this one”
She then raises her glass “I’ve never kissed anyone” There are a few eye rolls around the table, a snort and an audible groan. They all know Demi is capable of coming up with something much better. Selena picks up her shot and drinks back her new yellow liquid. It burns down her throat a little but its lemon and sweeter and she does enjoy it more than the jager. She’s also grateful no-one is trying to force Tequila on her. Demi tops up her glass and Selena realises it’s her turn. Demi’s question removed an easy out for her turn in addition to forcing liquor down her throat.
“I’ve never” She wants to reveal something exciting, she wants to keep up with these people and she wracks her brain for a scandalous thing she has done. “been skinny dipping” She can’t think of anything more exciting and feels her cheeks burn as she feels like such a child. She downs her shot, as do most people around the table. Demi is filling her glass again. Something different this time but she doesn’t recognise the bottle, it seemed to appear from nowhere. Selena realises then that someone has just brought it over to Demi. The girl seems to have people at her beck and call. She’s grinning at Selena and putting back another shot. Selena realises she wasn’t paying attention to the last question, she’s sure she wouldn’t be drinking anyway, even if she had done it she probably wouldn’t. She doesn’t have the alcohol tolerance Demi seems to have built up and she shots are already taking their toll. Selena somehow manages to remain on her chair, indulging in a few shots but not as many as the people surrounding her, she realises too late that Demi is pouring her own shots from a hip flask, not a liquor bottle.
She’s completely trashed and Demi is smirking at her as she props the older girl up. They stagger to a waiting cab and clamber in. Demi gives them an address and Selena rests her head on Demi’s shoulder. Her head feels heavy and the world is spinning. The cab ride is short and soon the cool night air is hitting her face as Demi pays the cab driver then tugs at her hand. A sudden wave of nausea hits Selena and she leans over the neighbour’s garden. As she pukes into the bushes she realises Demi has brought her home, it’s defiantly her own neighbours plants she is emptying her stomach onto. Demi is holding back her hair and rubbing circles on her back. She is chuckling a little.
“Not a big drinker are we Selena?” There is a cocky attitude in her voice like she is superior because she can party harder. Selena glares at her and wipes her mouth on the back of her sleeve before staggering towards her house. Demi moves quickly and is soon a few steps ahead of her, fishing the spare key from its spot while Selena fumbles through her purse trying to locate her own keys. She smiles a little, it’s a small reminder of the days past, when they were younger and Demi would just let herself into the house whenever she felt like it. Demi leads her upstairs and Selena heads for the bathroom, she grabs her toothbrush and scrubs the acidic taste from her mouth. She turns to find Demi leaning against the doorframe with a grin plastered on her face. She turns and heads to Selena’s room, the older girl simply follows. Her head is feeling fuzzy and she isn’t feeling steady on her feet. She knows she will feel like hell in the morning. As soon as she steps foot into her room Demi has closed the door and pressed the taller girl against it. There is music playing Selena realises as Demi’s hips move in intricate motions that distract her. She giggles and mirrors the movements. Selena slides her hands around Demi’s neck as the shorter girl slips hers around Selena’s waist. Their bodies move together in time to the music. Selena feels a little uneasy on her feet and uses Demi to keep herself upright. She giggles lightly as she looses her balance and Demi has to keep her standing. The younger girl smiles and presses herself against Selena. She leans in close, taking care that her breath tickles her in that spot she knows too well would make Selena giggle.
“You want me” she’s confident that her statement is accurate. There is no uncertainty because everyone wants her. Selena’s chest constricts slightly, this confident Demi is exciting, scary but also a painful reminder of whom she is no longer. Selena misses her awkward friend who would have once been so insecure about people liking her. But this young woman in front of her is oozing confidence, she’d finally worked out she is hot and willing to use it to her advantage. Demi’s lips are forceful as she presses them against Selena’s.
“And I want you” Her voice resonates in Selena’s head, words she wanted to hear for so long. But Demi’s voice is unwavering, it’s not the declaration Selena has fantasised about, it’s Demi simply stating her intention. Selena should feel so lucky that Demi Lovato wants her. Demi’s hands waste no time moving under Selena’s shirt and exploring the soft flesh of her toned stomach. Selena can’t help the moan that escapes her lips as Demi’s fingers trace the underside of her breasts. Demi pulls away and smiles, grabbing the hem of Selena’s shirt she tugs the garment over her head then expertly unclips her bra. Demi’s lips are warm and wet against Selena’s nipple, pulling the tightening nub into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, settling just below her stomach. Her fingers move into Demi’s hair, a vague intention to push the other girl away but her tongue swipes over a hardening nub. Selena groans, her knees buckle suddenly and Demi’s arms are around her wait, a soft chuckle rings in her ears as Demi effortlessly picks up her tipsy friend and tosses her onto the bed. Selena lets out a grunt as she hits the soft surface of her bed then a drunken giggle at the situation. For a moment she lies back and watches the ceiling appear to move. Demi reappears in her vision, now also shirtless the rock star returns her attention to Selena’s breasts. Her mind and her body is at odds, the pleasure from Demi’s mouth is incredible but a little voice is trying to reason that she should stop this before it goes too far. But the world spins and the alcohol seems to make the voice of reason sound very far away. Demi’s hot mouth on her breast is a distracting sensation; the room is spinning as Demi’s fingers slide over Selena’s skin then start to undo her pants. A protest dies on Selena’s lips as Demi’s teeth capture her left nipple. She roughly tugs on the sensitive flesh and Selena barely registers that her pants are being slid down her thighs. The teeth relinquish their hold on her nipple as the pants are discarded, calloused fingers slide back up her thighs then hook around the waist band of her panties. Selena is vaguely aware of what is happening, it feels more like an outer body experience, she can feel ripples of pleasure through her body as Demi’s denim covered thigh presses against her own naked flesh. Demi’s lips crash against her own, teeth clash as Demi kisses her forcefully and enthusiastically. The rock stars fingers are teasing the edge of her panties and Selena’s hips buck upwards of their own accord. Although the pleasure is all hers she feels like the actions could be happening to someone else. Demi’s weight shifts, she is no longer straddling Selena, instead she has moved to allow the cotton that is the last barrier of clothing to descend down Selena’s legs. When Demi resettles on top of her she can feel a slick heat against her thigh. She doesn’t recall Demi shedding the last of her clothing but the younger girl is rocking her hips against Selena, desperate to gain friction. A rhythm sets in as Demi finds the right angle, the right pressure to meet her needs. Fingers that Selena has studied the movements of against a fret board are now moving across her thigh, towards her sex. Selena’s head swims, the situation is surreal and she tries to focus on what is happening. Demi’s forehead is pressed against her neck, she can feel the beads of sweat forming on the younger girls skin as she furiously moves against her. There is an urgency in Demi’s actions, a knowledge that the moment could end suddenly if she didn’t act soon. Fingers dance across the wetness between Selena’s legs. Teeth lightly bite into flesh Demi slips a finger inside Selena, her own fingers are clutching at the sheets beneath her. Part of her feels that this is wrong, that it shouldn’t be like this, but she lets out a moan of pleasure. The single digit inside her thrusts in time with the hips thrusting against her thigh. The actions are rough, another finger inside her is too much too soon and Selena lets out of whimper of pain. If Demi notices the sound is misinterpreted as her thumb seeks out Selena’s clit as her fingers pump in and out of Selena’s tight centre. The pain subsides and is replaced with a building tension inside Selena. She pants softly, her eyes are screwed shut, she tries to open them to see the girl above her but the world swims and she forces them shut again. She tries to push aside the cloudy drunken feeling and to try and focus on what is happening but it is like swimming against a rip-tide. Demi’s mouth is pressed against her pulse point and the rock star is shuddering against her. Selena realises Demi is coming, there is slight rise of pride in her that Demi is coming against her. Her own orgasm follows shortly, her walls tightening and gripping Demi’s fingers. The rock star removes her fingers and makes a show of licking them clean. She smirks and places a kiss against Selena’s forehead then gathers Selena into her arms. Selena snuggles in closer; her eyes still screwed shut in a vain attempt to block out the swirling cloudy drunk feeling. She breaths in Demi’s scent and then promptly falls asleep.
When Selena wakes up the bed is empty of her old friend and her head is pounding. There is a glass of water and aspirin beside her bed, she reaches for it but instead jumps out of bed and grabs her robe.
She only just makes it to the bathroom in time. She feels like she is bringing up her stomach lining. She hugs the toilet bowl even as the dry retching stop, pressing her forehead against the cool porcelain. She takes deep breaths as she tries to fight the nausea. Whenever she thinks she is winning her mind wanders back to Demi, to the empty bed, to the vague memory of the night before, and the nausea starts all over again.