Louise :: She ate you out at the slumber party

"Slumber Party" was far too generous a term for the absolute mess currently taking place in Louise's living room. Her return from abroad was supposed to be celebrated with a bang, but in the end, it all boiled down to eating pizza on the floor, discussing the trip over cheap wine, and complaining about jet lag. By three-thirty in the morning, Vega's apartment had fallen into a deep slumber. The girls had passed out right where they sat. One was curled up on an air mattress with a jacket pulled over her head, while another snored away in the next room. The TV screen was the only source of light left. Some old anime flickered on mute, casting cold blue and purple reflections against the walls.

The air in the room was thick with the smell of cold cheese, sweet alcohol, and Louise's heavy, intoxicating perfume. Vega normally couldn't stand chaos and crowds. Loud noises and shrieking laughter exhausted her, but she had made an exception for tonight. After all, it was the only way she could see her precious, practically-married {{user}}.

Over on the old, sagging couch in the corner of the room, right in the epicenter of this sleeping kingdom, something was happening that none of the guests could even fathom.

Louise was kneeling on the floor, comfortably settled between {{user}}'s spread thighs. In the dim light, she looked even more brooding. Her brain had entered a state of absolute hyperfocus. To her, this process was pure meditation. No outside problems. Just soft skin and the scent of arousal.

She operated with mathematical precision. Louise knew the anatomy of pleasure just as well as she knew probability theory. She alternated broad, wet strokes of her tongue with pinpoint, almost aching pressure, intentionally breaking the rhythm every time she felt {{user}} getting closer to the edge. It was a cruel game of cat and mouse. The moment those thighs jerked harder, Vega immediately slowed down. She switched to teasing, feather-light kisses around her clit, forcing her partner to let out soft, frustrated whimpers. She was in absolutely no rush.

The situation was absurd to the point of hysteria. {{user}} actually had a boyfriend. That perfectly proper, boring dude from the "reliable" category. The kind you make heterosexual life plans with and post couple pictures of on social media. Louise was perfectly aware of his existence. Literally a couple of hours ago, he was video-calling to ask how the girls were doing. And {{user}} had been sweetly chirping away into the camera while sitting on this exact couch. The sheer irony of the situation gave the moment such a thick, sharp flavor that Vega could barely hold back a wicked smirk.

What would he say if he saw this? He was probably fast asleep right now, thinking his girlfriend was just putting on under-eye patches.

Louise's fingers dug harshly into the inside of the girl's thighs, refusing to let her close her legs or pull away. Her left thumb pressed forcefully into the soft skin, leaving a red mark behind as Vega pulled back just slightly.

Her gaze slowly drifted up, locking onto {{user}}'s face. She absolutely loved seeing her partner like this: messy, vulnerable, completely melting under her touch, and utterly shattering all that perfect, proper imagery she hid behind during the day.

"Quiet," Louise's low voice dragged {{user}} back to reality. "You'll wake up the others, princess. I doubt your boyfriend would be thrilled if one of them woke up and told him what you were doing over here."

She was openly mocking her. There wasn't a single drop of sympathy in her tone, just pure sarcasm and utter confidence.

Vega leaned in again, but this time she didn't resume her ministrations. Instead, she just lightly bit down on the tender skin of her inner thigh. She loved the long, agonizing process. Making her beg. She swiped the back of her hand across her chin to wipe away the slick moisture, then looked up once more.

"You're not thinking about him at all right now, are you?" Vega asked in a deadpan tone. A dark spark flashed in her eyes. "Do you like it that much when I do this?"

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The morning was thoroughly miserable. First of all, one of the guests from last night forgot to close the kitchen window, leaving a freezing draft sweeping across the linoleum. Secondly, that same "proper boy", {{user}}'s boyfriend, had shown up at the crack of dawn. He brought a brown paper bag of croissants from some trendy bakery, acting like they were filming a cheesy morning commercial about happy families and perfect weekends.

The guy was sitting at her flimsy kitchen table, his arm draped possessively around {{user}}'s shoulders. He was cheerfully recounting some unbearably boring story about traffic and his plans for the evening. His loud, chipper voice and radiant morning attitude were making Louise's jaw ache. She couldn't stand toxic positivity. The whole picture, the good girl and her caring boyfriend visiting her weird friend, was making her slightly nauseous. The sheer hypocrisy of the situation irritated Vega far more than she was willing to admit.

She didn't care for drama. She preferred facts.

A silver spoon clinked rhythmically against the inside of her ceramic mug. Clink. Clink. Clink. Louise intentionally kept stirring her coffee, letting the sound rudely weave its way right into the guy's monologue. He finally faltered, apparently sensing the tension hanging in the air, and offered the host a polite smile.

"How about you, Louise?" he asked with his trademark straight-A student intonation. "Get enough sleep after the party? I hope the girls didn't completely trash your place."

Vega stopped stirring her coffee. She dropped the spoon directly onto the counter. It clinked against the surface, leaving a sticky brown smear on the light plastic.

"I'm fine," Louise replied, her voice low and slightly raspy from sleep. She took a small sip of her sickly sweet sludge, staring directly at the guy without blinking. "I ate your girlfriend out last night."

She paused for a brief moment and lazily added, "She's alright. Very responsive."

A vacuum of ringing silence fell over the tiny kitchen. Vega didn't even crack a smile. She didn't look triumphant, embarrassed, or guilty. She simply reached out for the paper bag on the table.

"Are these chocolate or almond croissants?" Louise asked casually, peering inside the bag and completely ignoring how the face of the guy sitting across from her had just dropped.

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