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Julchen was shitfaced.
They'd stumbled over the doorstep together, Chiara kicking off her wedges while Julchen bent down with her legs stiff and straight to undo the laces of her leather boots. Predictably she lost her balance and keeled over with a dramatic 'aughhhh', hitting her head against the leg of the small table in their entryway.
If Chiara had been sober, she might have expressed concern over her girlfriend's potential head injury. Instead she shrugged off her jacket and said,
"That's what you get, stupid bitch."
"Chiaraaaaaaaa," Julchen moaned, rolling over onto her back, then onto her stomach, and onto her back again until she was about halfway down the hall. "I can't feel my fucking legs."
"That's because you're drunk!" Chiara accused, stumbling into the wall a little after almost tripping over her own shoes. "You're totally drunk!"
Julcen's long, long hair, normally about as straight as a pin, was utterly disheveled by this point. It was a wild, tangled mane that covered half her face, and Chiara could hear her making 'pbbbt' noises as she tried to blow it out of her mouth.
"I know what will fix me," Julchen said once her mouth was hair-free. Under normal circumstances her slurred, choppy mess of vowels and guttural consonants would have been utterly incomprehensible to Chiara, but after several glasses of wine, she was on her same wavelength. Unfortunately. "Boobs. Boobs would fix me, Chi."
Chiara nudged her side with her toe, eyebrows raised. "Eat more salmon and you might grow a pair."
"I meant yours. Your boobs would fix me." From her place on the floor Julchen made grabby hands. "Bitte, bitte."
Though those words spread warmth to her core Chiara didn't dignify that with a response, instead bending down to place her hands on her girlfriend's bony hips. With a short exhale she heaved her up, and then threw her over her back, Julchen's various points and angles sharp against her flushed skin. She stumbled, not from her weight—Julchen's volume was at least 40% hair—but from her own inebriation.
"Ohhhh," Julchen said stupidly, becoming total deadweight on Chiara's shoulder. "Hehehe. I like this. This is good."
"Zitta," she grumbled, and carried the other woman down the hall to their bedroom. Luckily she tripped over nothing else on the journey over; Julchen kept the place (mostly) spotless.
The bed was still neatly made from this morning, but Chiara didn't really care, so she threw her girlfriend unceremoniously onto its sheets. Julchen let out a shriek of laughter as she bounced, spindly fingers combing through pale locks to untuck her hair from behind her back.
"Chi," she giggled breathlessly, eyes dancing in the dim light. "Chi. Let's fuck."
Chiara turned to face their mirror, a flush on her cheeks from the crude proposal. Leave it to her to be so charmless about things like this...but, well, she kind of liked that bluntness of hers.
"You are sooooooo," she dragged the word out for emphasis, removing her headband. "Sooooo drunk."
When Chiara glanced towards her again, she wasn't surprised at all to see that Julchen had already peeled her t-shirt off, and was currently tugging at the strap of her thin bralette.
"I think," Julchen said, a wide, stupid grin on her face, "that I deserve a treat, you know?"
She couldn't help the unlady-like snort that erupted from her. "How so?"
"I totally showed that guy who's boss!"
Chiara knew who she was referring to—another contender at trivia night, challenging Julchen for her crown in regards to ornithology. Julchen had answered every single question correctly as soon as they'd left the host's mouth, earning them free drink after free drink, and Chiara hadn't known it was possible to be so turned on by a woman talking about the population of starlings in the United States. Her opponent had been unable to get a single word in, too, which made their total victory all the sweeter.
"You did," Chiara acknowledged with a hum. "But I already gave you your treat."
Julchen blinked. "Wait, when?"
"I kissed you!"
"But that doesn't count! I need more of you! Please!"
Chiara couldn't help the little giggle that escaped her. To distract herself from her own arousal and Julchen's pleading eyes, she grabbed at the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. In the brief few seconds her vision had been obscured, Julchen had torn off her bralette and tossed it carelessly aside to be picked up later. When their gazes met once more, she bounced her eyebrows.
"Like what you see?" Julchen teased, reaching down to undo the button of her jeans.
Chiara's cheeks puffed up into a pout. Okay. Okay, you know what? She wasn't sober enough to fight her instincts. She did like what she saw, and just like Julchen had blown their competition out of the water with bird trivia, Chiara was going to blow her mind with her skills as a lover, even while drunk!
She crossed the room before climbing onto the bed beside Julchen, where she was fumbling with her waistband. With a scoff, Chiara swatted her hands away before pulling them off for her, revealing pale thighs and boxers with a conspicuous wet spot at the front. Her mouth went dry.
"Yayyyy," Julchen said, practically ripping them off. "Mmh, you should've ripped those off me in the car."
"Then we would've been banned off Uber, idiot," Chiara said. Before Julchen could say anything else stupid, she grabbed her by her jaw, and tilted her head until their lips were pressed together.
It didn't take long for things to get heated; Julchen was kind of a terrible kisser, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm, even if her enthusiasm meant that Chiara was in danger of being bitten. As she pressed the other woman slowly back into the pillows she felt her teeth grazing against her tongue.
Just like the way she kissed everything about her was sharp; her words, her body, even her scent. It consumed Chiara, so overwhelmingly inundated with Julchen that she almost didn't notice her girlfriend's hand traveling up the soft curve of her stomach, touch teasing, before slipping past her bra to grab a handful of her left breast.
"Good girl," Chiara hummed against her lips, Julchen's fingertips kneading into her flesh. She let go of her jaw slowly before tilting her head again, tongue pushing back into her mouth. The fingers of her free hand glided smoothly down the skin of Julchen's stomach. She traced along her abdominal muscles, earning delicious little huffs of breath, before delving between the soft cleft between her legs.
Julchen was already soaking, somehow—she must have been turned on way before this, but from what? The ride home, where her eyes had been hungrily focused on Chiara's body, a lewd smile stretching her lips? Or maybe before that, when they'd been waiting for the bartender to bring them their tab, Chiara resting her chest against the counter in a deliberate attempt to distract Julchen from trying to wring another free beer out of the trivia host. She had thought beer had beaten out boobs, though perhaps Julchen had taken notice of her cleavage....
Maybe, just maybe, it was before even then! Maybe it was the thrill of dominating at trivia night that had excited Julchen, who always got so worked up about weird things like this. That seemed the most likely story, judging by just how wet her boxers had looked; Julchen had gotten turned on from victory, and perhaps everything afterwards had only escalated her arousal until here she was, mewling into Chiara's mouth.
Chiara stuck her index and middle fingers delicately inside of her, the wet squelch that followed incredibly erotic to her intoxicated mind. Julchen let go of Chiara's chest to instead reach behind her and grasp onto a pillow, thighs spreading wider for her.
"Fuck," the other woman gasped against her lips. When Chiara used her thumb to press against her stiffened cock she made another noise of pleasure, this time more gutturally like an animal.
"You're soaked already," Chiara said quietly, before pressing a kiss to the corner of Julchen's mouth. "What's got you so excited, huh?"
"Having a hot girlfriend." Her words sounded like an attempt to be cheeky, but her tone was already pleading as Chiara stroked her inner walls. "With massive tits."
She could feel a pleased flush reddening her cheeks. "Oh?"
"And a fat ass, fuck, there, theretherethere!" Julchen's head jerked to the side, away from her face as her hips canted downwards. Smears of Chiara's red lipstick were painted across her lips, and her left hand jumped to grab a fistful of her dark curls. "Gott, Chi, what's a girl to do with some—someoneeee—mmm—like you inside them?"
She couldn't help the self-satisfied smirk on her face, thumb rubbing the head of Julchen's cock as her index finger curled. A quick glance downwards told her that the bedsheets would be utterly drenched beneath her, and this only encouraged her to quicken her slick movements.
Julchen suddenly jerked again, legs writhing until her feet were planted on the mattress and she was thrusting her hips up erratically, like that would be any help. She always got like this whenever she was super close, thrashing about violently. Maybe something was wrong with Chiara, because she found it quite cute.
"Amore," she said, pressing into the juncture of Julchen's neck. "Are you about to cum for me? So soon?"
Julchen was panting, chest rising and falling rapidly and pulling even harder on Chiara's hair, a pleasurable burn she had gotten used to by this point. "Bitte bitte, Chiara, bittebittebittebitte—"
"What are you begging for?" she teased, and licked a stripe up her soft skin until she found her earlobe. "I'm going to let you. You did so good today."
Every thrust into her girlfriend earned a sharp moan, and every stroke of her cock made her hips quiver—until suddenly Julchen's back was arching, and a ragged moan spilled past her scarred lips.
Chiara stroked her through it, fingers rubbing circles against that spot inside her making her fall apart, until Julchen was pawing at her face with a groan, a blush spread all the way down to her sharp shoulders.
"You're not done yet," Chiara told her with another kiss against her jaw. She pulled her soaked fingers out of her, carelessly wiping them against the bed—Julchen would do the laundry later, it was fine—before moving to finally remove her skirt and panties. A wet spot of her own stained the red material, though it wasn't as bad as Julchen's. That woman got turned on so much by everything.
Suddenly blunt nails were scrabbling at her back, until the clasp of her bra was undone; Julchen had finally done something useful, recovering from her post-orgasm haze long enough to give Chiara a lecherous once-over after she removed her bra.
"Enjoying the view?" she asked with a quirked eyebrow, and Julchen nodded eagerly. "I hope you're prepared for a taste, too."
Chiara clambered back onto the bed, where Julchen had already slid further down the mattress with her head propped up on a pillow. She danced her fingers across her girlfriend's chest, teasingly brushing up against a pink nipple, and Julchen reached over to grope hers too, a flush on her cheeks—but her eyes were lidded, and Chiara knew they only had a short amount of time before the alcohol and orgasm completely took her girlfriend over and dragged her into sleep.
She placed her knees on either side of Julchen, careful not to trap her long hair beneath her legs, before spreading her lips with two fingers and carefully lowering herself onto her eager mouth.
Julchen's hands jumped up to grab at Chiara's thighs, her tongue delving into Chiara's wet heat like her life depended on it. Again, it was unskilled but so, so enthusiastic, and that had a charm of its own, too.
She sighed softly, slowly rolling her hips down onto the tongue lapping at her like a dog; and that's what Julchen was, really, her little lapdog eager to please.
"You're such a naughty little puppy," Chiara said, and just as she thought she would, Julchen moaned against her trembling sex, breath hot. "You act out, but I know you're a good girl deep down inside, aren't you?"
Julchen's tongue fucked into her with renewed fervor at these words, before she angled her head and dragged it up along her cunt to tease Chiara's neglected clit.
"Yes, good girl, very good girl," she huffed, grinding herself harder onto that slick organ, heat coiling in her belly. Julchen moved her hands to grab hold of her ass under the pretense of pressing Chiara closer into her mouth, but she knew she really just wanted to feel her up. And she didn't mind at all.
Soon, her intoxication took control; going slow and steady was nice, delicious even, but she wanted to cum sooner rather than later. She set her knees a little wider, gripping onto their headboard now as she fucked her girlfriend's face. Julchen was moaning, the vibrations against her cunt just as hot as her tongue.
She soon stilled, anticipation building in her gut with the little kitten-licks Julchen was lavishing against her clit—before it suddenly hit her, and a long, deep moan escaped her chest. Chiara threaded sweaty fingers through her hair as her thighs clamped around Julchen's face, body trembling as she undoubtedly soaked the other woman's face with her slick.
After a few seconds of recovery, she suddenly realized she might be smothering her girlfriend.
Chiara clumsily rolled off of her, nearly falling off the bed in her haste. When she got a good look at the other woman she was panting, using her right forearm to wipe at the mess soaking her chin. With her left hand, she was pumping her cock between her index and middle fingers.
"...You okay?" Chiara asked, but warmth had already seeded itself in her belly; she knew what was coming next. When her girlfriend's crimson-colored eyes found hers through the semi-darkness, all her hazy mind could think of was making her scream.
"I think I'm ready for you to fuck me again," she said, voice scratchy, and, well, with a beautiful woman begging for her like this, who was Chiara to argue?