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Home Early
By Real Savage Like
"I'll be back on Sunday," Jo said while waiting for her ride to arrive. She was going to New York to visit her mom for the weekend, while the other girls studied for various tests and exams. Everyone had already said goodbye, with Mrs. Garrett fussing and giving Jo some cookies for the ride there, but Jo's ride was late. Blair had been strangely clingy the whole afternoon; she had hugged Jo while Nat and Tootie did not, but Blair was weird that way.
"Your ride's here," Blair murmured. Jo turned and was surprised to see Blair was standing right behind her with her chin practically resting on Jo's shoulder.
Stiffly turning away, Jo gathered her luggage and turned to open the door when the blonde pounced and embraced Jo in yet another huge hug. "Uh, Blair... I gotta go. Hey, if anyone finds my football jersey, lemme know when I get back. See ya."
Blair frowned and pulled away, a little hesitant. "Right."
"Boy, you were sure sad to see Jo leave yesterday!"
Blair sighed and rolled the dice and moved the little pewter car to Park Place. "Of course I'm going to buy Park Place! Here's $350, the finest of Warner Monopoly money." She handed the papers to Tootie, who was supposed to be the banker. Instead of collecting the money and giving the blonde her property, she blankly stared at Blair.
"Blair, I was talking to you."
Still holding out the money, Blair said, "I wasn't sad to see her leave. She's only going to be gone for a few days and besides, she hasn't visited her mother in a while."
"You miss her," Nat said with a smile a mile wide.
"I do not."
"Do too," Tootie said. "You have been spending a lot of time with her."
Blair tossed the money at Tootie and started up the stairs. "I'm going upstairs to finish my English assignment."
Nat raised her eyebrows at Tootie. "What's her problem?"
Once in the bedroom, Blair closed the door behind her and sighed loudly. 'Finally'. She listened for movement in the hallway, deciding the coast was clear, and started taking off her skirt. Pausing with a smile on her face, she crept over to her bed and lifted the mattress, grabbing the well-worn football jersey that she... borrowed from Jo. She finished taking off her clothes and folded them neatly on her bed. Stopping once again to make sure nobody was upstairs, she put the jersey on and slowly crawled into Jo's bed.
"I hope Nat and Toot decide to watch The Love Boat tonight," she barely whispered and glanced over at the clock. 9:02. 'Good. It already started.'
Smiling, she pulled the top sheet down a little and pulled the borrowed shirt up. Slowly she brought her fingertips to a nipple and teased the hardening nub, imagining Jo was hovering over her, doing wonderful things she constantly dreamt of. She let her eyes drift shut and let her other hand trail down to slightly damp curls. 'God Jo, I wish you were here.' She traced the warm opening and slipped a finger inside, biting back a moan. Blair lazily pumped her finger in and out for a bit, then moved up to her small, sensitive bundle of nerves. She dragged a nail over it and shuddered, digging her heels into the mattress and arching her back...
Jo had been standing at the bedroom door for quite some time, listening to the peculiar sighs and whimpers she heard. Her mother was unexpectedly called to work and Jo had come back to Peekskill early, not wanting to stay at the apartment by herself. As much as she loved her mom, she wanted to see Blair, wanted Blair to continue touching her and hugging her and hanging around her.
Now she was standing behind a thin door, listening to the girl she wanted more than anything, listening to her masturbating. She knew she should've left as soon as she heard the moans and gone to hang out with the others, but she couldn't move. It was like she was glued to the floor. The sounds stopped for a few moments, so Jo thought Blair was done. The brunette slowly opened the bedroom door and waited for Blair to start yelling at her for barging in without knocking while she was studying. Instead, she saw just the opposite: apparently Blair had not been done and instead was on Jo's bed with the sheets kicked off, with her hand furiously rubbing between her legs. 'SHE'S WEARING MY SHIRT!' Jo screamed in her head. 'SHE'S MASTURBATING IN MY BED.. IN MY SHIRT!'
Blair hadn't heard the door open. She was just about on the edge of another orgasm and briefly opened her eyes to see Jo standing in the doorway. She'd been imagining the other girl the whole time and somehow the fact that Jo was standing at the door, watching her, didn't register in her mind. She was too aroused. So she kept her eyes barely slitted and watched Jo, letting her strokes get quicker. Her cramped left hand clenched blue sheets.
She quickly went off the edge and gritted her teeth, having the most intense orgasm she ever had. Muscles quivering and skin sweating, she pulled her hand from between her legs and stared at the ceiling, gasping for air. Jo had already closed the door and had one shaking hand on the knob.
"Uh..."
Blair smiled lazily. "Found your shirt."
The End