Just Two Gals Being Pals

This is a top tier patron fic. Thank you to the top tier patron who shared!

Rating:  Explicit, Non-ABO. 

Description: AU.

Lena doesn't have a best friend, but she does have a core group that she wouldn't trade for the world. Things get complicated when they hit up a new club, and Lena finds herself back at Kara's. In an attempt to conceal their one night stand and the train-wreck of their mismatched lies, Lena invites everyone over for dinner - but they go for round two before the rest of their friends arrive.

Tags: Non-ABO, fingering, oral sex, friends with benefits, sneaking around, casual sex, Lena wears a strap-on.

 

“Miss Luthor, Kelly Olsen on line four.”
 

Lena had her hands poised mid-type over her keyboard when the intercom came to life with the voice of her new assistant, Alana.
 

Inconveniently, Lena also had half a bagel crammed into her mouth, and a giant file tucked into her lap, so bringing the phone to her ear was a balancing act for the twenty-seven year old VP – but one worthwhile because she was in the mood for some of Kelly’s meditative, calming techniques. The psychologist rarely called her during work, but when she did, it usually made it easier to get through the day. 

Lena threw her bagel onto her plate and snagged the phone while she continued to browse through the thick file folder — at least until she heard a cacophony of voices on the line. All of her longtime friends started talking at once, and that was Lena’s cue to swing away from her desk. 

“Tell me you did not turn down an invite for Le Nuage,” Sam demanded in her most exasperated tone. It brought an immediate smile to Lena’s face.

 

Le Nuage was an exclusive lounge that had just opened up, and the guest list was so limited that even some celebrities were turned away. Her group of friends had been talking about it for few weeks after Lena casually mentioned that she had been extended an invitation to a special event at the club.
 

Lena Luthor lived a relatively charmed life, having grown up the daughter of two successful parents who set her up with a cushy position at L-Corp, a subsidiary of their company, LuthorCorp.

 

One of the perks of being a Luthor was the opportunities that came along with it — VIP passes at live events, open invitations to exclusive parties, and access to the most popular clubs and restaurants.
 

“You know that K Stew and Kate McKinnon have both been spotted at Le Nuage, right?” Alex asked with a shred of aggressiveness.

It made Lena enjoy the brief suspense that she caused with her silence all the more. 

“Lena, c’mon, it would be such a good time,” Kara cut in, resorting to the most effective methods right away by providing encouragement instead of complaints.
 

Kara’s tactful approach shifted something in Lena, and she decided her friends had suffered long enough in thinking she had refused Le Nuage.
 

“Look,” she interrupted, “I didn’t turn down the invitation. I was only going to turn it down if I couldn’t bring my five guests along.”

 

“See, I told you all that Lena wouldn’t deny us this chance of a lifetime,” Andrea declared. She was so smug in her knowledge of Lena, and never one to miss the chance to tell others that she told them so. 

“Sorry, ladies, I was checking in with a patient, what did you say?” Kelly asked at a delay, and Lena laughed because this was so typical of the psychologist, who cared about good times, but also preferred to multi-task.  
 

“I was just telling everyone that we’re going to Le Nuage this Friday night,” Lena reported and glanced down at the cold cup of coffee on her desk, which she stood up to refill.

Lena’s philanthropic spirit drove her to work long hours when she could have otherwise been spending that time like other young billionaires of her age, traveling or setting up overpriced make-up brands — but Lena did know how to have a good time, and she was planning to let loose at the club with her friends.
 

“Well, then, I need to go to Rodeo and buy those Versace heels I’ve been wavering over,” Andrea announced, and they could all hear her moving around as if she planned to leave the office in the middle of the morning just to shop. “Kara, you should join me on my outing.” 

“What—why me?” Kara blurted, and Lena wondered if her friend was checking over her own appearance, and whether or not she was wearing a button-down that day.

 

 “Most of the time you look like you’re going to teach AP calculus, that’s why,” Andrea joked, just to rile Kara and goad her into going. “Come on, I’ll buy you frozen yogurt if you join me.”

 “Okay, I need to get back to work,” Lena piped up, and they all agreed for their own reasons, but only after they solidified plans to meet at Le Nuage at eight o’clock that Friday night. 

While her close-knit circle of friends were always a welcome distraction, Lena had a shareholders’ webcast to worry about at four, and she forgot about their plans until later that evening when she messaged their group chat to share more information on Le Nuage.

 

The lounge had the best entertainment, with all new and upcoming artists about to break on the music scene. She could see from the pictures that there was a huge dance floor, cloud-like lounges, and a canapés bar. In the VIP section, there was an ice room for Vodka and other themed rooms for private gatherings. 

Andrea shared a picture of her new pumps with the caption “Got the goods,” and Sam responded with a thumbs up emoji, then linked everyone to an article on 401k savings. 

 

Kara chimed in to say she had spent a month's rent on a new dress and followed it up with a meme of a crying cat.
 

Not two minutes later, Alex sent a selfie glaring over the top of her sunglasses with a friendly threat that Kara better get her money’s worth by wearing it out, or she would steal it for herself.

 

The texts continued and Lena rolled her eyes, then muted her phone while she concentrated on the work she brought home from the office.
 

The week went by, and Lena balanced her hands-on projects in the lab with heaps of paperwork.

 

By the time Friday arrived, she found herself rushing home much later than expected with anxious excitement fluttering away in her stomach. She got herself presentable in a sleek black dress that left little to the imagination, with a dark shade of red lipstick that Andrea liked to call cutthroat bitch, and then realized it was already pressing eight o’clock.

Lena slipped on a pair of Christian Louboutin Pigalle Follies that would leave her feet in agony by the end of the night, but reasoned she would consume enough alcohol that she wouldn’t feel it until tomorrow.
 

Sam started blowing up her phone with texts, and Kelly called her twice just to make sure they were all meeting outside Le Nuage as planned. Alex was running late, but promised to buy everyone a round when she got there, and Kara sent out an SOS that Andrea had already indulged in half a bottle of Pinot Grigio at her place and was harassing her over her footwear.
 

Lena could already tell they were going to have a great night.

 

Le Nuage had quite the line, and the bouncers out front weren’t lifting that red rope for just anyone. When Lena stepped out of her car and her chauffeur drove off, her friends rushed over and the bouncers let them inside, much to the envy of everyone else.

“Can you believe this?” Sam gushed, gripping Lena’s arm as they all walked inside to a dance floor that was already throbbing with music and over-sexed guests grinding on each other. 

“Drinks first,” Alex called out as she pointed in the direction of the bar.

Lena took the time to appreciate and check out each one of her girl friends. They all looked hot, Alex in a pressed shirt and velvet jacket, and Andrea in a backless dress with a high gold-choker detail. 

Kelly was in a colorful yellow cocktail dress, and Sam wore an Armani silk suit with a blouse underneath that was only half buttoned. 

Lena’s attention settled on Kara, and how the sides of her breasts peeked out from underneath a silvery dress that was well worth the money she spent on it. Her throat went a little dry while she admired her in it, and then Alex was at her side with an amaretto sour, so Lena sipped it through the straw and led all of her friends towards the lounge area where they could get their drink on before dancing. 

“This reminds me of that really great one night stand I had with a client,” Andrea remarked as she made herself comfortable on one of cozy sofas beside Sam. “Not the place, but this sofa. I had so many orgasms on that sofa.”

“I think we’ve all heard about that one night stand so much it’s like we were there with you.” Sam joked and sipped at her bellini as she smirked. “Does anyone have new stories to share? Lena, I feel like you’re due to get laid pretty soon. Any women on your radar lately?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Lena reported with a quiet huff and glanced around the club in case any prospects were in immediate range. It didn’t come to her notice that her eyes drifted to Kara—to all of her golden skin that was on display, and the fullness of her lips. 

“I’m so happy I’m not single anymore,” Alex confided and slung her arm over Kelly, who grinned and scooted a little closer to her. 

“Rub it in, why don’t you?” Kara complained and brandished her cocktail so she could use it to gesture. “I haven’t met anyone in seven months, and the last girl I thought I connected with told me that my teeth are weird, and that my laugh is awkward.”

“Oh, darling, your teeth are perfect, and there’s nothing wrong with how you laugh,” Lena reassured her, and Kara affectionately reached out to take her hand in appreciation.

 

“Thank you,” Kara sighed out, vindicated by Lena’s opinion, even though Andrea laughed at her and began scrutinizing her teeth a little more closely. 

“Wait a minute,” Alex cut in, raising her beer as she pointed to Kara. “Was this the girl who claimed she didn’t recognize you when you were wearing your glasses? Or the one you met through Tinder that insisted you had to wrestle before going out to see if you were worthy enough to buy her dinner?”
 

Sam tipped her head back to cackle and slapped Kara on the back. “That girl was something else. What was her name again, Siobhan?”
 

“Nooo, that was the raw vegan that wouldn’t let her order pasta at the restaurant.” Andrea clarified smugly, and Alex half choked on her beer from trying not to laugh.

“Can you all stop shaming me for my disastrous love life?” Kara sulked in exasperation, but she was grinning at her friends, despite how mortified she must have felt. “We’re here to have a good time, and I for one want to dance.”

“I second that.” Lena murmured, and finished her drink to herd everyone onto the dance floor. “First one to sit down buys the next round.”

The pulse of the music was like the tow of a wave pulling them into a sea of warm bodies, and Lena slipped into it with her friends, grateful for the alcohol in her veins and how her muscles relaxed. She moved with the sway of Andrea’s hips as they stood close together, and then Sam stole her away to dance to the faster beats of a song. All that mattered in those moments was the pressing heat of her friends around her, and their mindless and freeing motion.  

Lena was a little dazed when someone glided behind her, and moved a hand over her waist, and she realized it was Kara when she glanced over her shoulder.
 

Excitement raised the hairs on Lena’s neck and she shivered in surprise as Kara’s hands trailed down over her arm. 

At first Lena thought nothing of it, but her skin reacted to Kara’s touch in curious ways, and it confused her because they had been good friends for years. There was no reason to read into the touch, although she sought out more of it by turning towards Kara.

Lena didn’t expect her to press closer, but Kara nuzzled into her ear so she didn’t have to shout over the music and disclosed confidently, “Someone might be getting lucky tonight.”

Lena missed the beat of the track playing and leaned into Kara in shock.
 

Was she actually hitting on her?
 

Lena wasn’t sure how that made her feel, but her body was trying to encourage it because her hand slipped onto Kara’s waist as she laughed it off. “Is that a fact?”

 

 Kara grinned down at her and then re-directed Lena’s gaze towards Sam, who was chatting up a brunette not two feet away and toying with her straw flirtatiously. “Yeah, I think she’s interested. See? She keeps touching Sam’s arm.”
 

 “Oh—oh yeah, she looks like she’s got a chance.” Lena affirmed and shook off the restless energy that buzzed through her limbs when Kara pulled away to signal Andrea.
 

The music changed and the drinks kept flowing, but every time Kara drifted closer to dance the atmosphere felt a little charged and Lena was fixating on it.
 

She had never been into Kara — not that there was anything wrong with her friend. Kara looked stunning in her new dress, and Lena’s gaze kept finding excuses to linger on the cut of fabric that showed off the swell of Kara’s breasts.
 

After the fifth time Lena caught herself glancing, she demanded that everyone take shots at the bar.

Alex was already on the road to drunk as she slammed back her shot without even grimacing at the taste, and promptly began a tirade directed at Andrea over a woman who had been checking her out. “All I’m saying is you’re an idiot if you don’t at least go over there and talk to her. She’s been staring at your ass the whole time. I mean, how long has it been? Two, three months? Your vagina is going to close up if you don’t use it.”
 

“She’s not exactly my type,” Andrea protested, and the whole group turned to check out the woman. She was mid-twenties and slender with long blonde hair, and she flushed when everyone’s eyes landed on her.
 

“Well if you won’t go ask her to dance then I will,” Alex announced and pushed away from the bar like she might just do it.

“Oh no you don’t,” Kelly chimed in, and snagged Alex by the arm before she made the first step. “But you can definitely dance with me.”

They all laughed at the smitten grin that plastered over Alex’s face and then she was dragging Kelly onto the dance floor with a loud whoop.

The rest of them downed their shots to rush after them, and it was by pure chance that Kara was standing next to Lena when her favorite song came one. “I love this one,” She yelled over the music, and Kara grinned and nodded along as they came together naturally.

Lena worked her hips and backed her ass into Kara, and her friend snared her around the waist and moved against her. They sang along until Kara spun her around and the beat of the music drowned out their heavy breaths. Lena’s hands smoothed down Kara’s muscled arms, the strobe lights bathing her in reds and blues that were hypnotic, and with a sway of her hips she found Kara’s thigh between hers.
 

They moved in tandem to grind into one another, so caught up in the moment that they weren’t aware of how their hands had a mind of their own.
 

Kara’s hands flirted with palming Lena’s ass to pull her closer and Lena’s hands roamed over Kara’s toned abs and ghosted under her breasts.
 

They found the kind of rhythm that Lena liked in bed, and she forgot for a minute that she was dancing with Kara.

Kara, who cried at documentaries, ate her weight in pink frosted donuts when she had a stressful day as an editor at CatCo Magazine, and only drank coffee if it was mixed with equal parts syrup. Kara, whose thigh was perfectly tensed and rubbing all the right places for Lena when she rocked her hips. Kara, whose hot breath was drawing closer to her lips.
 

Lena felt herself tipping her chin up, she could almost taste the alcohol on Kara’s mouth, and for a crazy second she thought she might — until the song ended and her senses returned long enough for her to pull back with a flustered laugh.
 

 “You really love that song,” Kara joked, her loose hair damp and clinging to the edges of her face, golden and messy.
 

 Lena’s panties were wet against her slit and she made a show of raising her arms to state, “I love a lot of things, and what can I say, Tiesto is a genius and gets my blood pumping. Should we get another drink?”

Another drink turned into two more, and Lena’s high alcohol tolerance did her many favors. She was inebriated enough not to overthink whatever happened between her and Kara, but not so drunk that she lost her game. 

Lena pulled her bar stool close to Kara’s and slipped into the same habits that came out whenever she was attracted to someone. 

“You look incredible in that outfit.” She flung out the compliment with a coy sideways glance, then sank her teeth into her bottom lip. 

“I have to confess it was Andrea who bullied me into buying it.” Kara grinned and her eyes strayed conspicuously down to Lena’s breasts, lingering until Lena squinted at her. “You look great, too, but then again you always look great. In fact, I don’t think there’s been a single day where I’ve showed up to your office and you haven’t been ready to walk the runway.”

“There was that one time when I was half naked,” Lena recalled with a soft jut of her chin, just to see how Kara reacted to her bringing up that memory. “I spilled coffee all over myself and you came in right after I took my top off.”

“Right, yeah, that was—” Kara laughed and lifted her drink as she grinned, her gaze lifted to Lena’s eyes as she teased, “Pretty lucky it was me and not someone else, huh?”
 

 It was hard to tell if Kara blushed in the ever changing strobe lights, but she did finish her drink pretty fast and then motioned over her shoulder. “We should probably catch up with everybody. I think they’ve gone to the vodka room without us.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Lena intoned, but as they moved through the crowd and the energy of the dance floor worked its magic, they stopped in their pursuit of finding their friends and lost themselves to the beat of the music and throng of bodies.

Kara’s hand was back on her waist and pulling her into place, and Lena went with it. She moved against Kara like they were alone and not in the middle of a packed club, their hands taking liberties as they grabbed at one another to grind their hips and give a little more friction.
 

Her lips ghosted over heated, sweat slick skin and Lena felt dizzy from the heightened sexual tension. She tipped her head back with a grin and felt Kara’s mouth follow the slope of her neck to find her ear.

“You wanna get out of here?” Kara asked breathlessly, and god it was such a bad idea because they were friends, but Lena’s body screamed yes and she nodded as the thrill of anticipation buzzed through her.
 

They laughed as they pushed through the horde of people, Kara’s hand entwined in hers to lead them out of the party raging inside and out into the cool night air where the line for Le Nuage was still half a block long.
 

“I’ll get an Uber,” Lena asserted, but as she began to dig through her clutch to get her cell, Kara stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled to signal a passing cab.

“I’ve got this,” Kara insisted, and they slid into the garish yellow taxi and told the driver where to go. He had the good sense to turn the radio up, and they contented themselves by running their hands as subtly as they could over each other until they were stumbling onto the sidewalk outside Kara’s apartment building.

They made it up the steps, trying to pretend they weren’t as drunk as they felt, and then tripped over one another as they moved through Kara’s door.
 

Lena all but pinned her against it, unable to contain herself a second longer as she curled her long fingers behind Kara’s neck and pulled her into a kiss that was downright sloppy.

It felt weird to have her friend gasping into her mouth, but exciting because of how easily she moaned when Lena licked along her bottom lip.
 

Kara’s eager hands were already palming her breasts and Lena pressed into her while hiking up her dress.

Lena’s eyes were heavily lidded from lust and the alcohol, but still she was laser-focused on every little tremble of want that worked through Kara’s shoulders. She situated her hand between Kara’s thighs, rubbing two fingers over her friend's soaked panties.

For a few seconds she teased along the edges of it, becoming familiar with the shape of Kara’s cunt.
 

When Kara whimpered and dropped her head back against the door, pushing into Lena’s hand, that was her cue to tug her panties off to the side. 

She started at Kara’s entrance, gathering up her arousal and massaging it over her pussy to get her nice and wet. Pushing the heel of her palm against Kara, she caressed in exploratory circuits around the small, stiff peak of her clit. 

“Lena,” Kara groaned, and she couldn’t deny that her name sounded so natural coming from those lips, or that she liked hearing each gasp and shameless noise.

It was powerful to see Kara’s eyes roll back when she rubbed firmer, how her friend’s hips bucked into her hand, and the breathy exhale of a moan when Lena finally pushed two fingers into her sopping cunt.
 

Kara was so warm and tight that Lena groaned at the silken sensation. The first few strokes were slow and deep to really feel the way Kara’s clenching hole fit around her, and then she snared the front of Kara’s dress in her other hand, drawing the fabric into the middle to expose her breasts.

Lena didn’t think about it, didn’t hesitate as she leaned in to suck Kara’s nipple with her full lips, but she had enough clarity to appreciate the keening whine it evoked. She handled Kara with confidence, her fingers sliding into the gripping heat and crooking to massage with every quick pass inside while she positioned her palm to grind into Kara’s clit.
 

 “Oh god, yes.” Kara whimpered, her hands tangling into Lena’s dark hair to pull her mouth closer.
 

Kara was rolling her hips, fucking herself on Lena’s fingers and it was such an unexpected, but incredible experience. 

This was Kara, her friend who blushed whenever someone threw around the word pussy too much, or mentioned anal play, and here she was, humping Lena’s hand like she might die if they stopped.

“Do you like that?” Lena rasped, just to see heat color Kara’s cheeks. She switched between nipples, biting and sucking at Kara’s sensitive breasts until she was writhing against her door for the kind of mercy only an orgasm could provide. They were both chasing her pleasure, and Lena sped up her hand and added a third finger. Kara arched into the hardwood, her breath sticking in her lungs as she shuddered and groaned.
 

Lena grinned into the side of Kara’s neck and held still to feel the strong pulsations of release around her fingers before she slipped them free and kissed Kara, the heat between them still going strong. 

Kara tossed her dress off like it cost nothing, and backed Lena into the living room while almost tearing her zipper off in the process of removing her dress. It fell in a heap while Lena continued her backwards walk to the bedroom with Kara guiding her. Lena gasped as Kara placed her hands under her ass and lifted her up just enough to move her the remaining distance and onto the bed. 

Lena flopped onto a soft pillow and Kara pulled her knees apart and settled between them. She considered Kara’s face as it was, framed between her legs – and it was then that she experienced a brief burst of anxiety and self-consciousness as Kara spread her cunt open with her fingers. 

It passed when Kara’s tongue flicked over her in such a warm caress that she exhaled sharply and put her hand out to grip Kara’s shoulder. She stroked her fingers through Kara’s disheveled blonde curls, restraining them as her friend began going down on her. 

Lena should have known Kara would be exceptional with her tongue, because she had seen her voracious appetite every morning when they went to Sunday brunch, but it was something else to experience it intimately. She shuddered and undulated without shame, rubbing her slick cunt over Kara’s face because it felt so good that she couldn’t keep her hips still.
 

“Fuck me.” Lena breathed out automatically, caught between shock and extreme pleasure.
 

The words didn’t quite register until Kara pulled her mouth away to rasp, “Oh, I’m gonna.” 

 
Kara pushed two fingers into her twitching cunt while she wrapped her lips around Lena’s clit to suck and lavish with such attention that Lena whined and trembled.
 

Kara coiled an arm around her hips and splayed her hand over her abdomen to keep her steady, then alternated between flicking her tongue and languidly rolling it over Lena’s sensitive pearl. She fucked her faster, twisting her fingers as she crooked them against that wonderful place inside that made Lena’s legs jerk.
 

 “You taste so good,” Kara whispered into her wet folds, and Lena tightened her grip in her hair and hushed her by pulling her pretty face closer to her cunt.

Lena could see the shine of her arousal on Kara’s lips whenever she glanced up at her, and she wondered if she would ever be able to shake that image off once she came.

 

She blocked out any awkwardness that might have stopped her from having sex with a friend and focused solely on the fluttering sensation that went through her clit. 

Kara’s tongue moved over her in slow swirls while her lips puckered, and Lena resisted orgasm until her cunt was tightening around Kara’s fingers and she had the shakes from it. Her legs quivered, all of her muscles engaging at once, and she came vocally and without a shred of embarrassment. 

She moaned half formed words and incoherent praises, soft “ahh—mm” sounds that were light on her parted lips. 

Kara moved as soon as the last pulse of pleasure subsided, and they kissed, giving into their mutual attraction and sexual compatibility. 

Lena wasn’t sure what time they wore each other out, but she woke the next morning to the jarring noise of her phone ringing. 

The events of last night were a hazy, lustful blur but she felt thoroughly sated, if not groggy and hungover.
 

Kara’s bedroom was in complete disarray, and the sheets were half off the bed. They had knocked everything off her cabinet and there were sprinkles stuck to Lena’s ass cheek.
 

Lena noticed them when she sat up so abruptly that the room tilted, and she groaned and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. The rest of it was smeared over Kara’s abs and she hissed at the sound of her ringtone.
 

“What time is it?” Kara mumbled through a yawn and sat up with the worst case of sex hair Lena had ever seen. Blonde tangles stuck up at awkward angles, and Lena had flashes of hanging onto it while she rode Kara’s face. 

Lena spotted the alarm clock on the floor and scrambled up to find her cell. “It’s 9:56 and—”

“Alex!” Kara sprang onto her feet like she was possessed and began rummaging through her drawers to pull on sweatpants and a tank top that did nothing to hide the hickeys that covered her neck. “She always comes over on Saturday with donuts and we—”

“No, no no, that is not happening.” Lena stressed, pulling on one heel and ignoring her panties as she tried to shake out her dress. “You can’t let her know that we fu—”

Kara cleared her throat as if she couldn’t handle hearing Lena say it out loud. Her face flamed in embarrassment as she hurried to open the window in her room to air out the thick smell of sex. “What about the fire escape? You could—”

“I am not climbing down your rickety fire escape in heels. I could break my neck!” Lena snapped incredulously, but half of her was tempted, because the minutes were dwindling and there was no way she would be able to leave through the front door without bumping into Alex. Potential death seemed worth it to avoid that catastrophe.

 

Lena’s gaze swung back to Kara and she laughed at what she saw, despite the pressing situation. “You have lipstick on your… everything.” She intoned and rushed to Kara’s side to try and wipe it off her cheeks with the bedsheet.

She ignored the sound of her ringtone, going off for the third time in a row.
 

“You gotta answer your phone,” Kara insisted, changing her tank top to a turtleneck so that she looked utterly mismatched, but at least it covered the purple marks of passion that littered her pale skin like dirty secrets.

Lena found her cell under the bed, along with her other shoe, and answered it with a breathless and strained, “Sam, hi, what’s up?”

“What’s up?” Kara hissed under her breath, and Lena shrugged helplessly as she wrangled her dress on over her head. 

 
Kara zipped her up and then in her haste to find her own phone stubbed her toe on the bed and let out a strangled cry of pain.

“That? Oh, nothing. Some idiot in the cafe just tripped over their chair.” Lena lied, throwing an apologetic glance Kara’s way as she looked at her in offense. “Wait, you’re where? Why are you outside my penthouse?”
 

 Kara cringed down at her own phone and held the screen up to Lena’s face, too close and so fast that she barely got to read the name Kelly above the text before Kara pulled it away to type furiously.
 

Lena watched as Kara flung her phone aside and tried to brush out her wild hair, then she turned her back to focus on the call with Sam.
 

 “I’m sorry, but I’m getting a green tea before a quick business lunch.” Lena sighed, using the perfect tone to convey how sorry she was, despite the fact that she had just successfully located her panties and discovered them far too wet to wear. “Why don’t I just bring you the jacket after that, and you can fill me in on how your night went with that woman you were chatting up last night?”
 

Kara was flailing in front of her, mouthing hang up as the sound of boots outside her door signaled Alex’s arrival.
 

“Okaygreatseeyouthen!” Lena rapidly spat down the line and hung up just as Kara tugged the curtain to her bedroom shut.
 

“What the hell happened to you?” Alex laughed, and the sound of the door slamming shut had Lena internally groaning because now she was trapped. She spied a pair of Kara’s trainers tucked near her closet and chewed on her lip as she heard Kara laugh awkwardly.

“Nothing, I uh—it’s laundry day, so it’s either this or you know, a work shirt.” Kara supplied, and Lena could feel Alex’s suspicion through the thin curtain.

“Uh huh. So you and Lena went AWOL last night. We couldn’t find either of you.” Alex pointed out, and Lena inched quietly towards the trainers, because suddenly the fire escape seemed like her best bet to avoid hearing this whole conversation. She tried to silence her loud, panicked breathing, and ducked down behind the bed to grab the trainers. 

Alex’s ringtone blared in the quiet apartment, and Andrea was loud enough on the call that Lena could hear their entire conversation.

“Morning doll, did you hear from Lena by any chance?” Andrea asked in her concerned, authoritarian voice that she used whenever she wanted answers. “I’m legitimately worried that she went home with someone. If she managed to pick somebody up in the half hour that we were in the vodka room, she’s going to wake up with major regrets.”

Lena glowered at that assumption and ripped off her heels one by one, then slipped her feet into Kara’s shoes. They were a little too big for her, but she laced them up as she continued to eavesdrop. 

“Lena’s fine,” Kara blurted, and her guilty blush was audible as she hurried to come to Lena’s defense. “She’s really not the type to be impulsive. I’m sure if she went home with someone last night, she’d be totally cool with it the day after. Right?” 

The soft noise of a cell phone receiving a text sounded in the apartment.
 

“Sam just texted me,” Alex explained and her rapid typing meant she was texting back. “Lena wasn’t home this morning, and she just gave her a really weak excuse as to why.”

“Called it! She went home with someone last night,” Andrea announced victoriously.

 

Through the curtain that separated Kara’s bedroom from the rest of the studio apartment, Lena saw her friend’s shoulders sag in distress. 

“Hey did you ever talk to the blonde that was checking you out?” Kara cut in to try and shift the attention off of who was where last night.
 

Lena felt grateful as she braved it out the window and crept down the metal stairs with her clutch under her arm and heart in her throat.
 

She didn’t return to her penthouse so much as call her driver to take her shopping for a new outfit and shoes, and once she looked put together she went straight to work in case Sam called her bluff and showed up.
 

It turned out Lena’s instincts were on point, because she had only just sat down in her chair when Sam sent her a text to say she was in the elevator up.
 

 Sam seemed upset to actually see her, and Lena smirked at the way she tried to hide it with a bright smile and a sigh. “You work too hard, Lena.”
 

“Mm,” Lena hummed, amused at the way her friend casually glanced her over for any imperfection. “Sorry I haven’t retrieved your jacket yet. I’m sure you can appreciate that I’ve been busy.”
 

 “Yeah, about that…” Sam trailed off, tipping her head to the side with a slight squint. “We sort of lost you and Kara last night. You didn’t happen to see where she went off to, did you?”
 

“Can’t say I did,” Lena deadpanned and pursed her lips thoughtfully as she recounted, “We were all dancing, and you were busy flirting, then we had shots. The last time I saw her she was on the dance floor. Maybe she left with someone?”
 

 “You sure about that?” Sam asked, eyeing her closely as if ready to pounce on any inconsistencies. “Because Kara told Kelly that you missed your Uber, because you were being her wingman with someone. She also said your ex showed up, and she stayed with you to keep you company.”
 

Lena’s smile was forced but practiced from all the times she had to sit across from deplorable bastards in the conference room and she shrugged as if she had forgotten all of those made up details. “To be honest, I’m lucky I remember my own name from the amount we all drank last night. The DJ at Le Nuage was certainly on point. I don’t think I’ve danced so hard for years.”
 

Sam opened her mouth to ask more questions, but Lena stopped her before she could start with a bold attempt to quell the gossip that was starting to fly. “Since it’s Saturday and I don’t want to waste all day behind this desk, why don’t we have everyone head over to my place around six? We can have dinner and find out how everyone’s night went.”

Sam’s smile was patient and understanding as she nodded in agreement and tugged out her phone. “Sure, I’ll let everyone know the plan and I’ll see you later. I’m sorry for the third degree, but you kinda worried us last night.”

Lena waited until Sam exited her office before reaching for her own phone and typing out a rapid text to Kara. If you’re going to spin an elaborate story of what happened last night, you might want to clue me in on the details.

Two seconds passed before she saw the dots on her screen that indicated Kara was replying. Everyone interrogated me this morning because you didn’t respond to their messages!

Lena scrolled through her new messages and realized that Kara had a point. She sighed and wondered if they should just confess to what they did together, but it was bad enough that it might affect her friendship with Kara, and she didn’t want anyone else chiming in with their opinions before she had the chance to reflect. 

Come by my apartment so we can talk about all of this, Lena requested, then she gathered herself up and notified her driver that she needed a lift home.

 

At a delay, her phone buzzed with three responses:
OK, now?
 

Now is good.
 

I’ll be there soon. 

Kara arrived first, and she was standing in the lobby with what appeared to be an entire box of baked goods when Lena strutted into the building. 

“I brought you pastry to make up for last night and this morning — and well, here, just take this,” Kara pleaded and thrust the box in her direction, as if desperate to make amends for some perceived wrongdoing. She wore her hair in a high ponytail with a baseball cap pulled on over it, and a hoodie with sweatpants to complete her hang-over look.

Lena rolled her eyes and ushered Kara into her penthouse before it got any more awkward between them. She took the box to sit it aside on the coffee table and wiped her palms down her suit pants. “Kara, I can’t believe I need to say this, but when you give a woman at least three orgasms, you don’t apologize for it.”
 

“No, right, I was just—”  Kara raised her hands up with a scrunch of her face and sighed dramatically. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Everyone has been blowing up my phone, Alex hounded me for two hours before I finally convinced Nia from work to call me so I could have an excuse to kick her out, and you sounded kinda annoyed with me, so I—”

“Bought pastries as a peace offering.” Lena supplied with a slant of her lips that was far more amused than she intended to let on.
 

Kara couldn’t quite meet her eyes and Lena overcompensated by opening the box and offering her one of the Danish pastries she brought over. “Obviously we need to get our story straight before our friends arrive in three hours.” 

Kara selected one filled with apricot jam, and though she was flustered and paced around as she took a bite, she still continued to brainstorm. “Okay so, Kelly knows you didn’t take your uber…”
 

“Right.” Lena felt the most peculiar shock of arousal in her cunt when she watched Kara lick her lower lip to catch the sticky preserve that coated it.
 

Memories of the night before burned through her mind and she exhaled roughly to try and clear her head.
 

“According to Sam, you said I was your wingman and that my fictional ex showed up after that. Then what happened in your version of events?” Lena asked after a beat of staring.
 

It was harder to concentrate than she expected and then Kara derailed her entirely by switching the topic.

 

“Darn it,” She grimaced and then offered Lena an apologetic glance. “I forgot to bring your shoes, and your—uh—” Kara reddened, and then did the most absurd thing by whispering, “panties.”

“You had your face between my thighs for the better part of the night and you’re blushing over the word panties?” Lena couldn’t help the judging tone of her voice, though she did regret it when she saw the way Kara choked on the last part of the pastry. She grabbed her friend a glass of water, but in her haste to hand it over she hit Kara’s arm as she reached for it and subsequently tipped the water over her instead.
 

“Shoot,” Kara muttered, wiping her crumby fingers down the wet patch of her shirt to find the hem of her hoodie. She pulled it up and off in a ridiculously graceful move that had Lena captivated by her abs. 

“Do you have something I can borrow while this dries?” Kara asked, and from the charged way they stared at each other, Lena knew it wouldn’t be necessary to lend her any clothes. 

 

“We still have hours before everyone arrives, and it’s not like I haven’t seen you before,” Lena rationalized as she checked Kara out with blatant and burning interest. “Just leave it off.” 

Kara nodded, but then they continued to eye each other up without acknowledging what they both had on their mind. 

It shocked Lena that Kara was the one to make the first move by pushing her suit jacket from her shoulders.
 

Even without the assistance of alcohol, they easily shed their clothes and ended up in making out on the sofa like a couple of horny teenagers.
 

Lena had no idea that her panties were soaked until Kara shimmied them down and she lifted her hips to take them off. 

Kara’s fingers pushed inside of her before she even removed her heels, and if their friends walked in at that exact moment, they would have been a scandalous sight to behold — Kara in nothing but her sweatpants, and Lena naked, save the pair of navy Manolo Blahniks on her feet. She wanted more of Kara’s fingers in her cunt and opened her legs to silently express it. 

 
It absolutely shouldn’t have crossed her mind that her strap-on was just a few rooms away, but she was already thinking about using it.

Lena might have said as much, had Kara not stolen her breath when she added a third finger to slam faster into her slick cunt. The soft scraping of Kara’s teeth along her inner thigh had Lena groaning and lifting her hips for more contact.
 

 “Tell me what you want,” Kara rumbled, and Lena would have choked her if she could reach her because the thought of saying it out loud was mortifying. 

She had always been well versed in dirty talk, but said talk was never directed towards someone she frequently teamed up with at charades, or went to brunch with to get the latest gossip before it was published.

 

“You know what I want.” Lena grit out, and she swore she felt Kara stifle a laugh by pressing open mouthed kisses along her thigh.

 “Then say it,” Kara prompted, clearly enjoying the strange struggle that Lena loathed to admit she was having.
 

Kara spread her fingers as she crooked them, and the noise that clawed out of Lena’s throat was something nobody else had managed to evoke from her.
 

She swallowed back the awkwardness of begging her friend to lick her and hissed, “Will you just eat my p-uuhnn—”

Kara didn’t hold back. She buried her face into Lena and lapped over her clit until it swelled with need, and then she sucked on it like she couldn’t get enough. Lena arched into the couch and shamelessly fisted Kara’s golden hair to keep her exactly where she wanted her as she groaned, “Yes, fuck, just like that.”
 

God, Lena was never going to be able to sit across from Kara at lunch again without thinking of how talented she was with her tongue. How was she even going to get through dinner with everyone there to witness the way she squirmed in her seat?
 

Kara reached up to squeeze her breast, and it was when she tweaked and pinched at her nipples that Lena strained and went rigid, all of her pleasure condensing until her cunt gave way to blissful spasms and she rocked her hips uncontrollably.

Lena went limp on the couch from the euphoric release. She stared down at her pussy, glistening from where Kara’s mouth had been, and sank lower into the cushions. Her post-sex endorphins saved her from any embarrassment, and as she came out of her haze, she tasted herself on Kara – first by sucking on a finger and then on her lips. 

“I want to fuck you,” Lena whispered into the crook of Kara’s neck, and a shy blush spread over her face as she pulled back. “Not just with my fingers.” 

Kara might not have understood her meaning, and Lena shifted off of the couch with the intent to show her. She stood in her heels sizing Kara up and pushed the dark curls away from her neck. 

“My bedroom,” Lena murmured, and strolled off with an air of intrigue, inviting Kara to follow her down the hall. 

Opening her bedside drawer, Lena tugged out a leather harness and secured a lengthy cock to it before showing it to Kara, who lingered in the doorway and watched. 

“Are you into this?” Lena asked as she turned, holding up the strap-on so that Kara could get a better view of its sleek design. 

Kara shivered as she took in the sight of it, an audible gasp and sharp nod the only answer she gave as she stared back at Lena and bit her lip.

Lena felt Kara’s expectations from across the room as she lowered the leather harness to step into it and smirked when her friend swallowed as she fastened it around her hips. She retrieved a condom from the same drawer and tore it open, then rolled the latex down the shaft with confidence as she watched Kara.

It seemed to pull Kara out of her daze, and the hunger they shared for one another took over as she stepped into the room. Lena coiled her fingers into the waistband of Kara’s sweatpants and tugged her closer for a kiss that would leave their lips swollen with greed.

 

Lena backed her towards the bed with a steady hand and when Kara landed on her ass and scrambled up the expensive, ridiculously large queen size mattress, she hiked her pants down and Lena flung them unceremoniously across the room to crawl after her with a predatory energy that had Kara practically trembling.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock?” Lena asked in a hushed whisper, already moving Kara’s knees apart to see the soaked fabric of her panties. She pushed them aside to see the delicate pinks of Kara’s lips and drew her thumb through the mess of arousal that clung to her folds with an appreciative sigh.

“Lena,” Kara half laughed, her cheeks so red that her glasses partially fogged from her embarrassment.

“What? Not so confident now that you’re the one blushing?” Lena teased, the rush of seeing Kara so shy and aroused doing all kinds of wonderful things to her already spectacular ego. “Should I make you say it, darling? Have you beg to be stuffed full?”
 

Kara turned a shade that could have been called cardiac arrest, and grasped at Lena to bring her closer just to hide her face against the crook of her neck. “You’re not being fair.” She whined, and Lena laughed richly and rubbed the silicone between Kara’s pussy lips to align it with her hole.
 

When Lena didn’t make a move to shove it in, Kara huffed out a breath and nipped at her neck, her legs lifting to wrap around Lena’s as she finally confessed, “Yes I want it, I want all of it, ple-uuhhnnn.”

Lena rocked forward, mesmerized by the way Kara’s pink entrance swallowed the broad tip and sank in deep with a slow glide that had her friend gasping against her shoulder. She moved fluidly, every roll of her hips pushing and pulling the phallus smoothly until she was satisfied that Kara could take it.
 

Every quiet hitch of breath and soft moan from Kara sent a heat through Lena that she never thought she would experience from being inside her friend. She slammed in deep to begin a fast, rough pounding that caused Kara to cling onto her with a whimper that became a groan for more.

Lena joined in with her own provocative moan, reacting to the slick noises of the cock entering Kara’s cunt. The length of it went in so easily, and Kara’s hips moved in tandem with her own to drive it deeper. 

Kara’s hand settled in her hair, tangling into the dark kinks and keeping a tight grip as they kissed. Their mouths fit together in a sensual rush, exchanging warmth and indulging all of their urges.

 

It took her breath away and Lena shifted to press her face into Kara’s neck while drilling into her with harder thrusts. She positioned her hand between them to rub Kara’s clit and felt every jolt go through her body as her fingertips caressed over it. 

“You need me to touch you, don’t you?” Lena crooned, watching every tendon in Kara’s throat tense and relax as she considered all of the thrilling ways to elicit pleasure. 

Kara groaned at that, and Lena had to force her attention back between her legs, or otherwise risk losing the confidence she currently exuded. She was able to put aside the thought that they were just friends, and to concentrate on the slippery arousal on her hand and how Kara’s fantastic body responded to her touch. 

It empowered her to take Kara with a quickening rock of her hips, to pump in with tireless motions until a sweat broke across her forehead. She wanted to wear Kara out, to make her come so forcefully around the cock that she would feel it for the rest of the night. 

“You’re amazing,” Kara managed to croak out, and she raised an arm up over her head to partially hide her face. 

“And you’re so wet I’m going to have to change the sheets,” Lena whispered. Her remark darkened the blush that was already forming on Kara’s face. 

Lena watched Kara try to hide it by burying her face into the pillow, her hands restlessly gripping at the sheets as the soft catch of her breath became whines that built in a crescendo. She could feel the tighter grip of Kara’s cunt trying to keep the cock inside her and Lena gave it to her harder, plunging through her clenching muscles with determination.


The rapid force rocked the bed until Kara latched onto her back with rough hands and she arched up with a harsh cry that had her body quaking with release.

Lena stayed deep, but she continued to furiously rub Kara’s clit until the aftershocks transformed to another, intense orgasm that pushed a moan out of Kara. She shook under Lena, legs jumping and body twitching as she whimpered from how sensitive she must have felt.
 

Lena finally relented and let Kara melt into the bed, face flushed and eyes glazed from elation. She stared down at Kara’s blushing cunt as she pulled the silicone cock out.
 

Seeing her friend gaping and red and squeezing at nothing should have been mortifying, but it was hot to know she caused it.
 

Lena was sure that it would linger in the back of her mind whenever they next met up for coffee, a little whisper of I’ve seen what your pussy looks like when it’s been freshly fucked, and Kara would know exactly how she tasted in return. Kara would remember the feel of Lena’s strong thighs wrapped around her face as she came loudly, and maybe they would go another round, or two.
 

It was on the tip of Lena’s tongue to suggest keeping this casual – a secret just between them, so if they hooked up again it was no big deal, except her phone went off and then a second later she heard the buzz of Kara’s cell.
 

“Shit, they must be on their way.” Lena hissed, and untangled herself from Kara to hurry out of the strap. She dropped it on the floor as she snatched up her cellphone and grimaced as she answered with fake excitement. “Andrea, how are you? What do you mean I sound breathless? Listen, just because we were together for a month back in college doesn’t mean you know if I’ve been getting fuh—”
 

“Uh—hi, Sam!” Kara sang out as she answered her own call, sounding far too high pitched to be natural. “No I — I don’t need a ride over. I’m already on my way. No, I’m not jogging. I was just—uh—taking the stairs. I brought pastries.  Between you and Alex, I figured we’d have enough wine to destroy our livers, so—”
 

“Great, I’ll see you in five then,” Lena finished, eyeing Kara as she calculated the dwindling moments they had before all of their friends arrived. “The receptionist will be waiting on you.” She hung up and began a frantic race to put on clothes and tidy the living room.
 

Kara was at her back, hurrying into sweatpants and her still damp hoodie that Lena tugged out of her hands. “Just find something else in my closet.”
 

“But I—” Kara’s protest was cut short by the sound of Lena’s door, and she shoved her into the bedroom with the damp hoodie clutched to her chest.
 

Lena paused to fix her hair as best she could and applied a quick layer of lipstick to her bruised, kiss swollen lips. She smoothed down her shirt before opening the door with a bright smile and tried to ignore the way her heart was racing as Andrea pushed into the penthouse with Alex and Kelly.

“I thought we were coming to dinner?” Andrea asked suspiciously at the empty table, and set her bottle of wine down with a slow smirk.

“You are,” Lena confirmed, belatedly realizing she hadn’t called in the order because she had been too busy enjoying Kara’s mouth to think straight.

“So where’s the food?” Alex prompted and set down a case of beer on the counter.  She leaned on it, as if ready to interrogate Lena on the spot.
 

“They must be running late, or you’re all early,” Lena lied with all of the suave skill she used in negotiations. “Either way, I’ll give them a call.”

“Ooh, you have Danish, do you mind if I have one?” Kelly asked, already opening the box to help herself as Alex’s phone went off.

“Hey Sam, are you on your way with Kara?” Alex asked lightly, but her eyes were on Lena as she asked the question. “Oh really?”
 

Lena rolled her eyes and swiped the phone from Alex’s grasp to inform Sam smartly, “Kara’s already here, and if you don’t hurry, the pastries will be gone.”

Lena hung up and handed the phone back to Alex, then dodged her friends’ curiosities by going into the kitchen to order the food. When she emerged, it was in time to see Kara sneaking out of her bedroom. They shared a look and Kara caught her off guard by giving her a wink.
 

She gave Kara a ten second head start before braving it back into the fold of her friends and overhead Kara defusing the situation the best way she could.
 

“Before anyone says it, yes, this is Lena’s sweater,” Kara offered up. “She graciously let me borrow it because I got apricot jam down mine. I suppose that’s what I get for eating the gift I brought on my way over.”
 

Andrea narrowed her eyes like she was trying to piece together a puzzle, the tip of her tongue pressing into her back teeth as she suspiciously glanced between them.
 

“You’re always like this with food. You can’t be trusted not to snack.” Alex accused, but there was a grin on her face and Kelly was laughing as she chewed the rest of her Danish.
 

Lena filled a glass with wine and took a sip while remaining poker-faced. She expected Kara to crack first, but neither of them did.
 

By the time Sam arrived, Kara had succeeded in changing the topic, and Lena slipped into a false sense of security that the rest of the night would go smoothly.

And it did, right up until they were seated around the table for dinner, and Kara leaned over to grab one of the take out containers.
 

Sam perked up, and Lena felt her spine go rigid as she heard Andrea pipe up with, “I thought you didn’t go home with anyone last night, Kara?”
 

“That’s because I didn’t.” Kara mumbled around a mouthful of noodles, her chopsticks halfway to her mouth.
 

“Then how’d you get that huge hickey?” Kelly asked with a curious lilt to her voice, and Lena had to stifle her groan as Kara laughed awkwardly.
 

It seemed it was going to be a long night.